#MY TWO OBSESSIONS COMBINED? IM DEAD

[precious-little-scoundrel]

My Mother’s Child

Fandom: House of the Dragon, GRRM’s Fire and Blood

Pairing: Alicent Hightower x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: im a sucker for any GRRM universe and setting but after the recent release of the trailer for House of the Dragon’s second season I can’t quite contain the muses. So here is my self indulgent spillage of thoughts i entertained while watching the first. Perhaps growing up obsessed with Greek Myths, Shakespeare Anti-heroes and Renaissance families took its toll on my moral fascinations but the minute I see a codependent dynamic in a brutally restricted society I go a little nutty on the psycho-analysis and then it turns to feelings and then it turns to fiction.

Timeline: I’ve entirely had my wicked way with events and outcomes, nothing is critically pertinent but Aemond’s time in the Riverlands is changed, the time of Maelor’s birth is fudged, Aemond doesn’t die but is recalled to be regent again after Aegon’s demise, I’ve really no clue which of the Blacks are alive but the gist of it is the war has gone in favor of the Greens for the most part and now Aemond can come into his Crafty Uncle Richard III Regent era while obsessing over his pretty mom. Cheers.

Authors Note: im in no way romanticizing or advocating for the universe typical incest, warped relationships, casual murder, deranged intentions or the dire outcome portrayed of a stunted mother’s dependence on her worrisomely dependable son. Not proof read, have mercy on my tired eyes. Specific warnings below the cut:

Warnings: 18+, dead dove do not eat -thematically disturbing. An exploration of Alicent’s dependence on Aemond during his regency and beyond, undertones of attraction on Aemond’s part and submission to him on Alicent’s, combined with their delusional domesticity by coparenting little Maelor may disturb some. There is some physical touch that Aemond makes weird, his impure thoughts that are blamed on Targaryen tendencies, his recollections of sleeping in her bed as a child, him fucking Alys Rivers and imagining his mom sorta? along with sending Alicent his cum stained letters, calling Maelor “their boy” as if they are his parents, open ending suggesting a potential escalation in the dynamic. I tried to keep this as in character as possible so these warnings sound far more stark and crass than I hope the actual fic reads

It was Aemond sent to fetch his wayward brother, it was Aemond relied upon to soothe his sister, it was Aemond who absorbed Ser Criston Cole’s teaching, it was Aemond who stood any chance of gaining Otto Hightower’s commendation and through it some crumb of praise for the produce of poor, weary, teary eyed Alicent Hightower.

It was little more responsibility for Aemond Targaryen to quickly become the closest thing his mother had to a bosom friend by the time of his maturity, easily adding so weighty a role to those he already held as Lord Regent, terror of the realm, kinslayer and learned heir. It came as naturally to him as had filling each of its predecessors.

Whatever hopeless compulsion, dragon bound and magic made, to be loyal to his family that already ran in his poisoned blood, it was only ever magnified by the sight of his mother’s dutiful martyrdom, year after year bleeding herself out -and all the while not a soul to staunch the wound but him. Surely her husband the King only made it larger with each neglect or attention he paid her, and Aegon had long since been the sour fruit of a painful initiation. Helaena for reasons as gentle as they were cruel could not bear her own mother’s company -nor was the realm that sweet daughter lived in that of the Seven Kingdoms, where Alicent spent her every waking moment dwelling on and maneuvering for her boy King. Helaena lived in dreams and lived to avoid dreams and all Alicent had were harsh realities and dreams so trodden under the march of time that they resembled very little to their former selves by the retelling.

Aemond lived in the bridge between the two women of his house. There were dear to him the cherished traditions of Old Valyria and also, there were crucial to him the pressing matters of harvest and uprising and famine and the throne of Westeros.

He too lived in the Seven Kingdoms, he was practically their king, and like the manner in which he had long led this family by innate authority, such a role came naturally to him, as did sitting by the hearth in his mother's antechamber each evening, a recreation of the way he had stayed with her night after night in the wake of Driftmark, and discussing with her the petitions of the day, outcomes whose decisions needed making before dawn and hopes for the future.

Aemond felt close to her then, and dismal though the Kingdom’s prospects often felt, between the two of them there was calm in these moments. For once in his life Aemond did not find himself chafing under its soothing influence, but instead he would match her in her reclining, legs spread wide in his chair and silver head tilted to rest on the gilt chair, their hands near to brushing and let the connection grow until he wondered if he too were a dreamer and could know her inner thoughts, know her bewilderment and also her relief when he took from her the weight of the day with his sober companionship.

It felt odd parting in the evenings after these talks, what had once been a ritual of her comforting his painful wound in his youth and holding him close through the nighttime terror now felt necessary to be repeated as cure from her own dejection. Only her last remaining grandson Maelor provided some support to Alicent, she herself a child grown old using her own children to soothe herself.

Aemond saw to it that Maelor was brought often to their evening chats, a docile boy with an intense interest in blocks, he was no distraction from their more weighty discussions but when the evening grew late and the moon high and Aemond’s better judgment waned at the soft sight of his mother’s tender form and unguarded appreciation for his presence by her side, there was Maelor to place in her arms in instead of himself, and there was Maelor to pat her arms and lay upon her breast and enjoy the uncomplicated devotion of a mother that Aemond had never known.

Perhaps if his father the King had even once played the role of father, Aemond would not have spent his childhood clasped to that soft bosom while pretending he were the one being comforted by it and not her. He was older now and he had read of such dynamics, he had read of myths and scandals, Maester’s studies of the codependent phenomenon that blurs the line between each familial role. Childlike herself, his mother deserved not another man to have designs on her but a child, a true child she could dote upon and cuddle at night and a good son to tell her,

“You are weary, come, I’ll walk you to bed. Nevermind his blanket, I have it.”

and so it was Maelor who lay with her, Maelor who delighted her, Maelor who took up the space that had last been Aemond’s under her left arm. Only Aemond now allowed himself the task of tucking the furs about them both and stroking the tear tracks off her cheek, leaning down to kiss her forehead as she had dreamed of her own father doing. And then, Aemond betook himself to his own chambers laden with her burdens and his own and fell into the bedding with pleasure in his heart at having been entrusted with the wearisome load.

It continued thus in a pleasurable routine until the Riverlands called for his attention. Aegon was propped up, scarred and dim, on his neglected throne and Alicent was made Protector of the Realm and immediately thereafter Aemond found himself in the courtyard, Vhaegar waiting for him to mount and lead the reinforcements.

As Aemond pressed his thin lips to mother’s forehead in farewell for the duration of a long campaign, little Maelor who was in her arms laid hold of Aemond’s silver locks and seized them tightly during the moment between mother and son, holding the prince hostage a bit longer, for a moment nearer,

“dada.” -the infant nephew babbled to his uncle Aemond for a kiss of his own and to judge by Alicent’s alarmed expression, Aemond’s enforced separation from this little family they had made of a year’s evenings could not have come a moment too soon.

It haunted him, that flash of horror on his mother’s face at an infant’s small confusion. It brought back a seething reproach against her for all the times she’d never understood him, all the times she had raged against his very nature as a Dragon, holding him up with disgust and pride all at once until his head spun with it and he had learned to dance to her every whim, now the devout follower of Old Town and now the noble Dragon whose rights were being denied.

But woe to him should he be one or the other when it did not suit her. She thought his innate longing for a dragon to be imbecilic when he was young and yet she glowed with pride when he called out those Strong bastards for being anything but pure blooded dragons themselves.

As always with her duty, she hated herself for its outcome yet chose to cloak herself in pride for her sacrifices. His very existence, those of his siblings too, was sacrifice, his very bloodline and nature was an abomination against her faith, his impulses were beastly however much he took her principles to heart, and his tastes remained strange no matter how stifled her own had long remained.

But she had made him. How dare she be repulsed by her own creation.

Prince Aemond’s ire burned through him and suited the needs of war far better than kinder feelings of pining for hearth and home, so he stayed angry with his mother at each hack and hewing of his blade, each swath of farmland he burnt and every ill organized column of traitor levys he annihilated.

Capable, he is the capable son and his mother writes to him thanking him for it and he crushes the missive in his hand before regret surges after and he strokes the parchment flat again on his desk with all the revernace of a lover for his beloved’s skin.

He is kinder the parchment than he is to Alys Rivers.

Alys who is older and smart and wicked, who never once flinches at his nature, who accepts the ruthless pace of his hips and the mauling of his mouth with her own vigor, Alys who he swears to himself is a wartime necessity, the humors most flow somewhere and if he is to bleed he must also spill and she is there and trustworthy and her aura reminds in the moments after pain, warm arms holding him tight on his right side lest he roll on his wounded eye in sleep. The eye does not throb in that raw way any longer, it is a dull and perpetual ache he can expect to remain with him for all time, but the longing for such comfort remains and he lays atop Alys’ matronly breast often for longer than his daylight-sobered self can countenance.

He writes of her to his mother, to grieve her with his sin as much as not to withhold anything from her, he has not before and why should he now? Her reply is stifled and terse in regards to his admission, barely even a line and he must squint to decipher wether it pertains to the subject he is most anxious to hear from her about. But as he thumbs the well familiar scrawl of her pen he can imagine the set of her mouth and the pleading of her eyes, so different from true distress, no, instead it is the girlish patheticness she plays at, despite its lack of success all these years and how the same years have robbed her of the youthful vulnerability that once made men take notice of it.

Only Aemond remains affected by it, and he finds it so deliciously false that he teases it out of her as a treat for himself on occasion. Aegon may have it whenever he sees fit, though being a fool he thinks every crease to her forehead is that of genuine concern. Aemond’s knows her better than that, and sees her pouting eyes come through the written admonition to “keep himself in good company”.

He smirks at Alys when she enters his tent and finds him rolling up the motherly advice. He ploughs her atop the volumes of communication his dear mother has sent him during this campaign and the parchment he sends back to her with his report next morning is stained.

Aemond doesn’t need to hope that she smells his letters for sweat and smoke the same way he smells hers for rosewater and thyme. He knows she does, he has caught them under her pillow and in her pockets when returning to the Keep, time and again, without warning. He knows she prays for him to outlive them all and he knows she will kiss the stains she mistakes for tears. A holy horror fills him at the satisfaction that thought brings, and after it has taken root he cannot find it in himself to enjoy Alys’ cheerful vigor any longer or the dark appetites they once shared. She is too eager, she is too unabashed, there is too little shame for his taste.

Alys is a whore and Aemond longs for the droopy eyed piety of his mother’s face when he tucks her abed, the melancholy contentment of his dutiful care for her and the mislaid trust that she has domesticated her little dragonling to the faith of the seven, her plaint limbed trust that the Warrior and Mother would never meet in the throes of burning want that consume him.

When his task is done, or near to done in these rebellious lands, and a call comes of his brother’s failing health, Aegon mounts Vheagar a disillusioned man, flying high and away above the wreckage he has committed and leaving behind the last Strong bastard dead as promised.

Alicent’s son is a man fully grown when he alights in the courtyard, long limbed and toned from his wartime deprivations, the set of his jaw remains firm but his gait is looser, there is a confidence in bloom now that was only budding before he left. Alicent cannot hide her joy at seeing him again, her pace is faster than is strictly proper as she breaks ranks of the welcoming party to greet him -it is her right as reigning regent.

As his mother.

She clasps his hands and feels his strong fingers engulf her forearms, tugging her nearer in an almost playful fashion -the action suits his new demeanor of confidence but it hardly suits the action of a son greeting his mother.

“Muña,” his rich voice murmurs to her as he stares down at her with not a bit of the usual softening in his sharp features, his lips quirk and his eyes sharply plumb through the depths of her own, “I am come home, as you asked.”

Unnerved by his intensity, Alicent gives him a trembling smile, watery eyes darting from one dear feature in that ethereal face to the next -it is the war terrors, perhaps, that have him so ardent in his tone and grip, men often come back from battle strung taut.

“Then we are safe.” she sighs, meaning it for their family even as her own heart quickens in vague misgiving.

“Maelor?” he questions, not even bothering to ask after the current king, his blood brother, it is the infant he has already fashioned into a surrogate son that interests him now.

“Is well.” his mother glows at the mention of the babe, “Growing and talking more each week.”

“And his mother?” Aemond asks with a soft light in his face as he ducks to meet her eye to eye, and Alicent knows he does not mean the poor Helaena gone mad in the tower, he means Alicent.

“Well enough.” She insists with all the age-old weariness that suggests, and is meant to inform him, otherwise.

Aemond’s jaw ticks in recognition of the old habit, his mother lies often for so pious a woman and she manipulates even more frequently for so devout a defender of the truth. It is a child’s tactic and he knows it, and that fury over it that had filled him in his days in the Riverlands surges back in another form, he feels a superiority in that moment even as he is being played by her weary pout and soft hands.

It is a woman’s way of asking a man to carry her load, to disarm her of her duties, to take from her the pretense of capability and taste for ruling.

Aemond’s conflict for such a role died somewhere with Alys in the Riverlands, by his own hand, in his own bed, his mother’s last letter dancing before his sightless eye. It is with confidence and entitlement that he glides his hands down her shapely arms and takes her hands in his, weighing them between them as she watches in surprise. He thumbs over the knuckles before splaying them out in his much larger palms and running a forefinger over the mangled cuticles.

“Mmm, not well enough for my liking, judging by this.” he remarks and when she goes to snatch the evidence of her worry away he clasps them stronger until it is an undeniable struggle for her to take them back -one he denies with an iron grip and a patronizing smile that she has only ever seen Aegon receive from him. “Those days are over, munta, we will have peace and plenty now.” he drags her stiff arm through his own and turns them towards the entrance of the Keep, patting the sore fingers laying on his arm, “And I’ll have no more of…this.”

Dazed, Alicent allows him to lead her through the great doors and into the colossal tomb that has been her children's home, she stares up at the familiar face of her third born in the light of the grand hall’s torches and marvels at the comfort one existence can bring another. Just as she fears the firm hold on her hand and heeds the temptation she feels to obey a man child she should be governing. These thoughts are put to flight when Aemond halts and turns to her warmly, no sneer remaining and no cold authority left when he whispers excitedly,

“Will you take me to our boy?”

The instant awareness of his meaning, that he means his nephew, that he means her grandson, that he means the future king, that he means Maelor -it sickens her how natural her impulse is to smile back at Aemond’s oddly paternal expression, to lead him back to her antechambers and reunite the little family they made before the war called him and that witch possessed the son Alicent had so lovingly made pure and noble in her belly. It is balm to hear him grown and saying that they are one again, that she is paramount in his life once more, that together they have made something gentler and better than any bastard lovechild conceived in wartime.

“Come.” Alicent urges her son, taking his scarred hand in her soft one as she had a million times before to lead him to the Sept. Yet this time, Alicent leads Aemond to her rooms and the cradle of their future King.

[damianbugs]

thoughts on bruce x jack drake?

hello anon apologies for the late reply but when i first received this ask i immediately assumed there was a leak in mine and @plutoslvr messages because we were literally talking about it about two seconds beforehand. i could barely sleep that night.

my thoughts are that old man yaoi is so enjoyable when it's just slightly ridiculous and entirely impossible. there are three ideal sections of the brujack ship (enjoyed by population NO ONE, apparently, but with our combined efforts i imagine we can spark this flame):

rivals to lovers

bruce wayne vs wanting to bone people who want him dead

doomed by the narrative

1. rivals to lovers.

bruce and jack competing in the worlds most intense "who is the best average-leaning-towards-okay dad" battle. trying to outperform in casual "okay dad" actions to win "okay dad" points from tim, something that is totally normal and entirely possible (jack is always in the lead and bruce has not yet realised that he will never overtake him).

this one is so fucking funny to me. silly events such as them fighting on who gets to take tim to his school events, comprising on taking turns (for tim's sake, not because they want to) or attending them together (the pta now think bruce wayne and jack drake are in a relationship). jacks like im taking tim to the skate park and bruce is like well i told tim i'd take him to lunch — now it's bruce and jack taking their kid to the park then lunch together and the paparazzi have no idea how to headline this.

i imagine eventually tim can't handle this truly bizarre tension filled dynamic anymore so he cancels last minute and bruce and jack are like, well, we've already booked a table at this super expensive restaurant AND that cool movie afterwards, so we might as well make use of them.

at some point the "i HAVE to one up the other guy to impress my son" becomes "i HAVE to one up the other guy to impress our son AND so he realises how i'm obviously a catch"

i imagine eventually when they form some sort of established relationship ("do not call me your damn boyfriend, bruce, are we fifteen?") the rivalry doesn't really stop, but it's far more fond and well, tim's just glad he doesn't need to set aside two days a week to make sure he spends time with each of them.

2. bruce wayne vs wanting to bone people who want him dead

now we all know bruce's ideal type is someone who is either a) actively a danger to his life or b) was at some point more inclined to being a danger in his life or a secret third thing that is c) would become a danger to his life if pushed slightly in that direction. we've no time to psychoanalyse this but it's hardly a point that needs to be explained after taking a look at his long list of exes.

now, after this, is it truly out of the realm of possibility that after jack drake finds out that bruce wayne is the fucking batman and is to partly blame for tim's dangerous life choices he stomps over to the man's house and threatens to SHOOT HIM, that bruce wants him carnally. my exact words when reading this scene was "rather reservedly, i imagine this level of foolish and almost stupid bravery impressed bruce, regardless if it it was for entirely unselfish reasons on jack's part or if it was genuinely out of care for tim" i then say "i also think this would have moved bruce, emotionally, figuratively, poetically, sexually WOAH"

we all know that canonically when bruce falls in love or becomes even slightly interested in someone, he goes STUPID and impulsive. he's sending jack rare artefacts and really specific gifts and throwing galas with the sole purpose of inviting jack all without even considering that is actually not a normal response to have after someone threatens to kill you. perhaps he doesn't even realise this is something more than just paranoid obsession, and he tries to rationalise it like "i'm only trying to convince him to come with me to the museum so i can work out what kind of person he is in casual date settings and also to kiss him WAIT"

this one is funny if jack is just not interested at all and he's like okay what the fuck what kind of mind games is this guy trying to pull. tim is your mentor trying to tell me something through the purchase of these front seat opera house tickets and tim is like i can't believe this is real life i hope this is all a nightmare this can't be happening to me. bruce is hopelessly infatuated and jack is like don't think i won't file a restraining order against you BATMAN.

or it can get funnier if jack is like I WONT FALL FOR YOUR SEDUCTION TECHNIQUES BATMAN (proceeds to fall for batman's seduction techniques).

bonus alfred is actively praying on jacks downfall (canon) and is experiencing war flashbacks when bruce begins to display lovesick behaviour

3. doomed by the narrative

now as you may have noticed most of these work before the bright red alarm that is JACK DRAKE'S TRAGIC DEATH. his death in and of itself is already so sad, because he was changing, he was better and tim was so close to having everything he wanted, and jack was truly hopeful to be present and good to his son.

if we now throw in the mix of this shortlived romance, wherein canon bruce is already swamped with guilt about janet's death and feels as though he OWES it to tim to save jack as well, it becomes all the more heartbreaking. i would actually change nothing about how it happened in canon. jack still leaves that phone call for tim, tim and bruce still race to get to him, tim still finds his father's dead body and bruce still holds tim away from the corpse.

because the best part about this potential relationship is that it is born from the shared want to look after tim. it's what connects them and what causes any sort of interaction between them. so even at this point, bruce's first priority is tim, because it will always be tim first, but also because that is what jack would have wanted from him.

just another love for bruce to hide in his heart, let it consume and damage him, let it make him colder and harder to approach, another layer on this already unbreakable foundation. it probably causes problems between tim and bruce, for the sake of mourning but not reacting and simply because loss can make people very unkind. bruce's guilt is now more than just what he already feels for somehow failing tim, but also for not being able to save someone he loves, again.

OR jack lives au and bruce is even MORE obsessed and insufferable about it and tim literally has to help his own dad break out of the manor because batman is holding jack hostage (bedrest for almost dying).

or we have our obligatory bruce wayne "I almost lost you, so now im going to push you away for both our sake" arc to which Jack drake probably threatens to shoot bruce again and then they do it silly HAPPY ENDING EVERYONE GO HOME

[ashersanity]

(anon that asked about johan) thanks for calling me based because ill carry the johan train if i have to, like if he has no fans then that means im dead. i would give johan poppies and be super niceys to him and stay in the asylum just to keep seeing him. we will be asylum friends…….

ok no more playing innocent LMAO. if he was a li and i had his love stat high enough i would sneak into his room just to fuck ngl. the other patients would be pissed about the noise for sure. he can drug me with the scent aphrodisiacs or whatever they are too idgaf id enjoy it. though would it have addictive qualities like the nectar of the plant people/strange flowers??? i need answers i will eat all of johans lore

Recruiting more Johan fuckers as if they were his bitches.. I already got two mutuals utterly obsessed with him by now and it’s only growing.

A patient makes their way over to you, craning their neck to usher into your ear, pointing at one boy in particular amongst the crowd of other patients babbling away. “That one’s Johan.” White haired, soft angelic features with half-lidded eyes, his gaze is fixed on the window, droplets of rain pitter pattering rhythmically against the glassy surface before trailing over, two different colored eyes locking with yours. Blue and green. “You should stay away from him. He’s real bad news.” Almost as if he’s heard, his pink lips curl into a smile, gentle and welcoming(?) Something about him makes your stomach tighten, uneasy. | + Stress | + Trauma

Shitty rambles under cut. Move along.

content warning! somnophilia?, exhibitionism?,

Nice strategy, he does prefer nicer people over meaner ones like whatever the fuck he had going on with Whitney which I wholeheartedly agree on your decision. Get that motherfucking bitch, make him pay twice, no, ten times as fucking hard than before. As funny as it is to be a certified Whitney fucker, I will support my dear son, Johan, to get his ass like he deserves to. Offer him all the poppies you want, based anon. He’d gracefully accept with that same gentle smile on his face, tucking the velvet plant away in his pockets if they even allow those at the asylum.

Forgot to mention though. Unlike most patients that reside in such a place, Johan’s room has been specifically moved over to one that isolates him from everyone else, especially tight on security there so it’d be nearly impossible to break into his room at night. He’s.. a special case as determined by Harper themselves, knuckle nudging their glasses up their nose bridge whenever they are to visit the white haired boy, ready for another one of their sick experiments. The doctor has already developed an obsession for him due to his.. interesting behaviour, thoughts, and of course, peculiar transformation.

On the other hand though, expect Johan at high enough lust and love, to be the one slipping into your room instead, aching cock jutted against the front of his pants as he settles himself on top of you. I’d say that he’s no better than Asher in terms of horniness though he seems to have a lot more of self-restraint which makes him all the more terrifying if you ask me, hyper aware of each and every action he makes. Yeah, wouldn’t bother waking you up either from that point on, flushed tip of his cock snagging against your hole as he slides himself inside you with a reverberating groan, clamping down onto your shoulder to muffle his sounds. If you were to awaken by chance however, he’d simply shush you up with his own lips, hungrily pressing against yours, tongue pushing through, sickeningly sweet words whispered into the shell of your ear. Master manipulator.

At low enough sanity and a combination of high lust, he might even participate in obscene acts such as fucking you straight up in front of the other patients, holding one of your legs up over his shoulder as he fucks into you. Cause quite the scene and commotion and that’s just what he wants, turning this messed up place upside down, driven by chaos. Fucked up little shit would even just break into Harper’s office, assuming to be where they keep their mic to announce certain things to the others. Yeah? Mic open, intercom running as he just has you pressed up against the wooden surface, grip tightening on your hips and leaving fresh bruises behind, wanting you to shamelessly moan out his name. Probably huffs a laugh under his breath once the guards come in mid-way, stopping the whole thing at once but he did have his fill. Think he simply likes to piss Harper off at every turn, really, including the feel of your tight hole wrapped around his throbbing length while he does it.

As for his tentacles.. Yeah.. they’re lethal, oozing slimy aphrodisiacs straight of the tips but he still hasn’t gotten used to his transformation, unsure how to fully utilize them. Once he does, he’s sure to take advantage. To expand upon more if the interest is still there.

P.S : Johan’s cock is bigger than Whitney since I said so.

[khalewren]

Sonic character music HCs

 I’ve been obsessed with both the Sonic the hedgehog series and Music in general for over a year now, so i figured i could combine those interests in a fun way. I’m gonna describe what kind of music i personally think the characters would like/listen to. And just so you know, this is just my thoughts on it, i’m not saying im right or anything. And while i am trying to match these genuinely, it’s also not something i’m taking fully seriously. I’m just doin this for fun :)

I also suggest looking up some of the terms/artists/genres i use here if you’re not already familiar with them! Might help you understand my reasoning a bit more, and who knows, you might even find a new favourite artist 👀

Oh, and one more thing. While i am of course going to go off of music i’m familiar with, i’ll try to avoid assigning characters music that i like just because its music that i like. That being said, i will of course, be just a tad bit biased. Anyways, time to start with the blue boy himself!!

Sonic

Sonic is somewhat easy. Seeing as how his main thing is standing up against tyranny, i imagine he’d definitely be a fan of punk. At first i thought of pop punk specifically, due to its high energy, but i feel like Sonic would find it a bit too commercial. Same thing with skate punk. I feel like anarcho-punk could be a little more up his alley? Maybe something like chumbawumba.

Oh, and personal bias time: I think he would like King gizzard and the Lizard wizard due to the themes of enviromentalism.

Example of Sonic’s music taste

Tails

Now, i’m completely split between two different paths here. The first option is EDM. Just overall music that sounds electronic, maybe dance, i dunno. The second option however, is one that i personally prefer: Just like, music with weirdass time signatures and polyrhythms n shit. Math rock, Prog, that kinda stuff. Specific bands i’m thinking about is Tool, King crimson, Black midi, maybe even KGLW (again, personal bias). Tails would think music theory is fucking dope and would be OBSESSED with this kinda music lmao.

Example of Tails’ music taste

Knuckles

Now, this is the rare instance that i feel justified in being biased, because his level themes in sa2 make me believe that knuckles is a hiphop head. Specifically, instrumental hip hop. I think he’d be a big fan of J Dilla’s style of hip hop production in general, with the soft fuzzy feel of songs like The light. Otherwise i feel like he likes some boom bap, like Illmatic.

Example of Knuckles’ music taste

Amy

I honestly feel like Amy is the kinda person who enjoys like, any type of music? Like this gal will listen to some chill folk music and then go directly to hardcore industrial rock lmao. I think her favourite genre is pop though. First artist that pops into mind is Carly rae jepsen, not only because she makes great pop music, but also since her songs are often about love, which i feel fits Amy pretty well. She’d probably like something more off-kilter like art pop too. She LOVES Björk, i feel confident in saying that.

Example of Amy’s music taste

Shadow

I’ve noticed that this one is quite varied (and if you’re curious, i don’t really mind the whole taylor swift thing, but i also don’t really care for it either), but i want to bring up a genre that i haven’t seen anyone else suggest Shadow being a fan of: Shoegaze. I think he would find the whole noisy, dreamlike, nearly overwhelming feeling of shoegaze calming. I don’t know, there’s just something about Shoegaze that makes me feel like it fits shadow perfectly. Only bands i really know are Slowdive and My bloody valentine, but i still feel confident in my opinion.

I also feel like the idea of him enjoying indie folk (something like the mountain goats) but would not be caught DEAD listening to it is really funny. The day that rouge finds out will not be a happy day for anyone in a ten mile radius.

Example of Shadow’s music taste

Rouge

Now, there’s a very easy answer here. Jazz. But i feel like rouge would also enjoy stuff like Soul and funk. She’d also check out music Shadow listens to, both to annoy him and out of genuine interest. Not much else i have to say here tbh.

Example of Rouge’s music taste

Omega

Harsh noise.

Silver

Similarly to Amy, i think Silver enjoys practically anything and everything, and is also super open to trying new stuff. If he has a preference though, i think he enjoys dance music? Or just electronic stuff in general. Daft punk comes to mind, specifically Discovery.

Example of Silver’s music taste

Blaze

I feel like Blaze is someone who simply hasn’t been able to listen to a lot of music yet? Her friends (particularly Silver and Amy) have given her a bunch of recommendations, and while she doesn’t have a preference yet, she has enjoyed some of the stuff that they have played.

Vector

On the complete contrary to Blaze, Vector is a supreme Music nerd. You name an artist or album, he is at the very least aware of them. He’s the kinda guy who will talk about some super obscure folk album from the 70′s and refer to it as if its some kind of holy grail. It’s great. He would have a vinyl collection, but due to the chaotix’s financial situation, he settles for CDs instead. Again, he enjoys practically anything, but i feel like his favourite genre is progrock. He also remixes music for fun.

And thats it!! I’ll try to think of more that i can add in a reblog, but for now, this is all that i can think of. Again, this is just my opinion, but i’d love to hear some of yalls thoughts!! why you think im correct or wrong or however!!

[buckyismybicycle]

I'm cheating and combining two of these :3

Thank you so much for the tag, @im-95-not-dead for this one💗💗 (The first bread I ever made was focaccia and it turned out amazing for my first try!!! Simple steps, phwew)

Last song listened to? The Summoning - Sleep Token Currently reading: I am currently not reading anything believe it or not. Have about 29338 tabs open for fics, though, that's gotta count for something, right? Currently watching: A Crown of Candy (from Dimension 20) Currently obsessed with: I think I am doomed to just forever be obsessed with Bucky Barnes ( ゜-゜). I have been obsessed with running Bucky events AND participating, so I'm truly, thoroughly [redacted].

- AND - Thank you @xoxobuckybarnes for this one!

3 ships: Bucky/just about anyone (in case my username didn't give it way), Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Percy Jackson/Nico D'Angelo 1st ship: Loki/Thor Last song: The Summoning - Sleep Token Last movie: Barbie Currently watching: A Crown of Candy (from Dimension 20) Currently consuming: Bubble Tea!! Currently craving: a back massage actually LOL. Foodwise, I would kill for some ramen right now

No pressure tags if you haven't done these/one of these yet: @rookthorne @cable-knit-sweater @sparkagrace @xoxobuckybarnes @buckets-and-trees

[eyebagsanonymous]

AAH

I WAS TODAY YEARS OLD WHEN I FOUND OUT THAT JERMEY SHADA, WHO PLAYS REGGIE ON JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS, ALSO VOICE-ACTS LANCE ON VOLTRON.

IM DEAD. IM OFFICIALLY DEAD. I was not expecting that. omg my two obsessions are combined and its EUPHORIC

[dearmahiru]

I plan on writing a full post about I Love You but I hate people claiming that Mahiru is delusional or selfish. The first few moments of the MV is her getting off the carasel, the manifestation of her happy dream world, to go back to sleep. It's painted very clear that she understands the carasel is dilapated but continues to ride it because it provides her a sense of comfort.

Mahiru: "But I’ve made up my mind. I’ll properly convey my feelings too. He’s dead. It… it might have been because of my love."

I feel like people are ignoring that Mahiru blames herself for her boyfriend's suicide. She's not crazed or obsessed, she is coping by picturing an idyllic world where she and her boyfriend are safe. Even when she's riding the carasel, the hanged corspe of her boyfriend is revolving behind her in the back of her mind.

I should note that, personally, I'm in the camp that everything in the forest scene is literal. This is for two reasons:

As of now there hasn't been a character with two symbolic worlds in a single MV. There's only ever one world with fantastical elements (T2 Haruka and Shidou's home), or a metaphorical world and a real one (T1 Mu's hourglass / Her school).

Mahiru's crime took place in a forest as seen in Undercover. If it's a metaphorical forest then... why does he literally die in a forest?

Which brings us to the rat-feeding scene. It hasn't been said outright but in combination with saying she's "crazy" and therefore unforgivable, there's this implication that Mahiru desired feeding her boyfriend a dead rat. Even if you take this scene as metaphorical—Mahiru did not want to feed her boyfriend this rat!

"Saying I love you but doing what I did, I know I have no right, crossed and covered in sin My love, it scored an own goal, destroyed my love and me with its weight Tell me, oh tell me why, can’t I just do it right?"

You can clearly see her boyfriend is bleeding and dying from starvation. Mahiru is feeding him this rat because she wants to help her boyfriend to not fucking die. What an unforgivable act done out of selfishness...!

Even if you find this disgusting, Post-Mahiru lamenting on this literally says she had no right to behave this way and she destroyed her relationship. Combined with the glitched-out typography what makes you think she's doing this to get her kicks off or out of malice.

I feel like im going crazy here because why does she deserve to be die for committing the cardinal sin of being a bad girlfriend. She is already suicidal, her mental health is deteriorating, she has already suffered for the sins she's commited. She's constantly mischaracterized as some stalker or some yandere and I'm just so so so tired of it.

[gothimp]

People you want to get to know better

i was tagged by @aelyosos and @devilbrakers in two slightly different memes so i’m just combining them 🤫 ty so much for the tags sorry for the late participation

tagging (w/ no pressure!) -> @estevnys @acealistair @feykiller @estevnys @illithiad @alexios @voigtvir @nokstella @rindemption @katsigian + anyone interested 🩵

three ships: not including OC ships I’ll do lae’zel x shadowheart (bg3), leon x luis (re4), and leon x claire (re2) bc he can do anything if i believe in him 🤙

last song: lost in the supermarket - the clash

last film: either Return of the Living Dead 3 or Spiderhead, i can’t remember

currently reading: aha im a mood reader soo i’m reading Dead Silence, Curious Tides, and Wishful Drinking

currently craving: falafel

Favorite Color: blurple, or any like really deep blue, purple, green

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: spicy or savory, i think savory

Relationship Status: married 🤪🤙

Last Thing I Googled: "poor things movie showtimes” (my stupid small town isnt showing it 😭)

Current Obsession: my reading journal, also got back into pokemon go

Last Book: the last one i finished was Stolen Heir by holly black and i am not normal about it

Looking Forward To: getting my hair cut this weekend and getting some thai food/maybe my first tattoo 👀

[kirjavas]

my favourite/notable shots from the season 3 trailers because this show isn’t getting enough hype on tumblr dot com and its the amber spyglass !!!!!! strap yourselves in for the heartbreak everyone:

BABIES. i literally want to live in this photo, iorek byrnison my beloved. look at the way he leans into lyra and closes his eyes he is her dad and she loves him

objectively one of the coolest shots from the trailer. the design of this world and all the trees is excellent and i am so hyped to see mary’s scenes

iorek is on this boat btw <3

obsessed with the visuals of this little sequence. also something i didn’t clock until later is that she is lying there (as if dead) daemon-less on the dock at the world of the dead. which is making me feel a bit ill. lyra visiting the place she found in her dream and it turning into a living nightmare will break me anyway moving on

this one shot is an almost perfect representation of the world of the dead my gOd. i am just completely bowled over by the visual side of the show every season. a bit hard to recognise the characters here but lyra, will and roger are definitely in the middle. hoping to see some of the others too because i still need closure for benjamin and giacomo paradisi

TELL THEM STORIES. not what i pictured the harpies to look like but again they are so visually impressive and i know this scene will have my face doing backflips. that’s my lyra silvertongue right there

the design of the intention craft is genius they nailed it

xaphania is here... i think the angels look a perfect combination of beautiful, haunting and otherworldly. really really love the decision to have them switch between earth and dust forms, and the aesthetic is absolutely unmatched. i have a feeling the white eyes are the process of them switching to and from their earth form which is so cool

brilliant shot... adam and eve and the misogynisterium

potentially the explosion in the world of the dead?? roger and lyra on the left and will up front unless im very much mistaken

the two coolest frames ive ever seen in this show. the clouded mountain and battle scenes are about to murder me but i’ll be back here after the rest of the trailers, goodnight

[jovenshires]

💛Smoshblr December Asks Day 19💙

What are your top 3 fave/dream cast constellations for smosh vids? (so typically 4-6 people each)

Bonus: What are your top 3 smosh ships?

ohhhh boy.... its like picking between my kids......

arasha-courtney-spencer-tommy: everything to me. think about this. arasha and courtney is everything. arasha and spencer are sibs (to me). arasha and tommy are SO funny. and of course spourtommy is Everything so like there is no loss here there is only fun and silliness. anyone else is just bonus <3

amanda-angela-chanse-damien-shayne: thats damn right! the sword af crew! i honestly don't even think i need to explain this one bc every combination here contains gut-busting laughter.

anthony-ian-angela-chanse-arasha: just two dads and their kids. once again every combo here is more elite than the last, so i don't think i Really need to explain, but im truly obsessed with the way anthony interacts with the new cast. they are all unhinged all the time and he is a bemused, exhausted father of three who works three jobs and doesn't understand a Single word they say but supports them anyway.

and ships...... that one is SO much harder.

spommy: i mean. obviously. im sorry they're everything to me. silly lil guys. what would i be without their homoerotic friendship and the consequential birth of spommy nation

shaymien: i mean. the ogs. i was living in this fandom when they were THE ship and rightfully so. they will always have an incredibly special place in my heart <3

now.......... this is so tough. bc tbh there's only two options but the question is Which One. now im gonna put them both here bc they honestly tie BUT i will give you a definitive answer bc i have one. the two are shackie (they will ALWAYS be famous to me.........) and amangela (oh my god. im ill just thinking about it.). both of them are everything to me for different reasons and i truly love them equally BUT. im gonna go with amangela on a technicality bc. is shackie technically a smosh ship if jackie doesn't work there anymore :') (it is to me and i love them ravenously okay. if shackie has no fans i am dead. you know how it goes.)

i wanna give a bonus shoutout to honorable mentions shaynse, kimney, courtivia, courtrasha, triple a (altogether AND in every combo), spourtney, jamien, ianthony, and definitely some others that im missing bc truly this was such a tough question for my multi-shipping ass

[cyberdragoninfinity]

like. any ship combination of Illiaster’s Four Stars of Ruin in 5D’s im like “alright, this rules” but my god. my GOD, z-one/aporia sends me into a FRENZY. they make me EXPLODE. the ups!! the downs!!! this absolute grandpa marriage-divorce-catostrophic-fireball of a relationship!!!!!!!!

something something about these last two old old men alive on earth, the “You’re going to leave me by myself?”, the “I am your eternal friend”, the ongoing promise Z-ONE makes to him to regain hope for the future, the fact Aporia is so absolutely dedicated to his friend and gives him everything, literally everything he has--he only gets hope blasted back into the forefront of his brain after Jack points out to Aporia that he fights for Z-ONE the way Leo fights so desperately and fervently for Luna, with the same intensity and emotion (and the unspoken part: with love, with so so much love.)

^ throwing myself into a river btw

And then!! THE FUCKING APORIA VS. Z-ONE DUEL. HOUUGHHH Aporia tries SO HARD to remind Z-ONE of the hope he once had, tries to get him to see hey Team 5D’s is good actually, maybe they can help us, but Z-ONE is so far gone, so caught up in his god complex and kind of mentally deepfried after years-decades-centuries of existing outside the timestream, that he’s stopped seeing the android copies of his dead friends (his dead family if i am being HONEST!!!!) as actually those people anymore. He just views the situation as one of his robotic minions acting out and Z-ONE takes it upon himself to bash the hope Aporia JUST rediscovered out of him with his own two giant claw hands. LIKE JESUS CHRIST!! he was your FRIEND, Z-ONE! he fully believed himself to still be your friend even in this form and you didn't even care! he wasnt a person to you anymore just a means to an end!!! and when Aporia tries to help him have hope again z-one LITERALLY EXECUTES HIM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. LIKE IT WAS NOTHING.

(this duel makes me insane. i could talk about it So Much. so much!!!)

IT’S JUST SO!!! THE HEARTBREAK THE AGONY THE ENDURING POWER OF LOVE. HOPE VS APATHY. THIS FUCKING FLEETWOOD MAC ALBUM OF AN OLD MAN YUGIOH SHIP. IM ENTRANCED. OBSESSED.

[anironsidh]

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#5

Day three of maylorweek 2022, still going strong, a mood board for a single parent Roger x teacher Brian au I'm working on 😁

@beatlegirl1968 #maylorweek2022

24 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#4

For the @phandomgiftexchange , my gift for @upintwenty ! I based this off of the prompt, slice of life and fluff, and the idea of the fic that I thought of (between ospbb and work it didn't happen lol) but I was glad to be able to practice my art skills 😁

I used magic poser and Sketchbook for this piece, then InCollage to add the watermark and edit slightly. Tumblr messed with the quality, but I hope y'all like it 😄

26 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#3

For day four of Maylor week 2022, an old married couple type aesthetic 😁

@beatlegirl1968 loving this prompt for today!

30 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

#2

Presenting my @carryonthroughtheages art piece!

Continuing on from my Anastasia obsession (literally just did an Anastasia au for the ospbb), that's the theme for this art! Ft Simon as Princess Anastasia and Baz as Dmitri!

Using MagicPoser and Sketchbook, one version without the background.

40 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Knew I'd Find You Again || OSPBB fic 2022

Announcing my fic for this year's @oldschoolpbb event, an Anastasia au combining the movie and musical, from the end of the Russian empire to the wonder of Paris. Featuring Phil as the missing Grand Duke Philip Lestov of Russia and Dan as Daniel Howlov, a conman working alongside Cornelia in a scheme to find an imposter and gain a reward while finding the real thing on the way. They must stay one step ahead of Deputy Commissioner Kolya Petrov, set on finishing his father's mission, and Rasputin, determined to end the Lestov line for good.

In the twilight of the Russian Empire, the younger son of Czar Nigel Lestov finds an unlikely friend in a kitchen boy with a very different past. Philip Lestov has no idea what is to come, this future with his new friend stretching out as far as he can see, and Daniel Howlov gets a glimpse at a world so far from his own. Ten years later, the czar and his wife are dead and their older son is left to live with his grandmother in Paris; far from the new regime that wants the Lestovs dead. The young tsarevich Philip has gone missing while rumors fly of his survival. The dowager Empress has offered a reward, ten million rubles for her beloved grandsons return, a reward that does not go unnoticed by now conman Daniel Howlov and his close friend, former Duchess Cornelia. When they come across a man with no memories and a resemblance to the prince, the two hatch a plan. Followed closely by Kolya Petrov, an officer set on completing his fathers mission, and the mystic Rasputin, who wants nothing more than the death of the last Lestovs, they must journey to Paris with their fake prince. Instead of a reward, they find something much more unexpected waiting for them. Dan counted on a way out, not falling in love. (og in notes)

Featuring @spoiledmuffin and @husbants as my wonderful beta readers, and the amazing art of @paradisobound ! Header by me with photos from pinterest, edits of dnp were done by me as well.

Read the fic below, and enjoy!

111 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

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(This feels accurate, love that dnp took over lmao)

[adooooora]

Tametsi Effect

I see them in my sleep. Patterns, Mines, One-Two-Ones, Two out of Threes, Lines connecting squares indicating that YES, there is a EXACTLY one across all these fields. The patterns have texture, sometimes they are so familiar that even the logical connections of connections have become routine. Today I found a series of wild jumps in a corner and the whole mess of entanglements fell down into a singular, solid state of free and taken space.

Tametsi is a minesweeper game of 100 Puzzles and 60 bonus puzzles. It came out in 2017, and costs 2.35€ on Steam. Its also one of the greatest games I have ever played. I am not kidding.

The puzzles of Tametsi are basicaly just Minesweeper. Find the mines, mark them with a right click, find the safe spots and left click to reveal more numbers. The numbers say how many mines are next to them. There are a few different variations of shapes the board can be made out of, although mostly its just squares or hexagons. Oh and one more thing - these levels are all made by hand, crafted up to the smallest details

---by a mad architect who is forcing me to look at all possible futures all at once.---

There is never a point in Tametsi where you have to guess. Let me say that again - THERE IS ALWAYS EXACTLY ENOUGH INFORMATION YOU CAN SEE TO FIND OUT WHERE THE NEXT MINE IS AND IS NOT. no matter how obscure that information may be.

Tametsi teached me tricks. The most basic one I quickly had to put to constant use - marking tiles as connected by having an exact number of mines. If the mine is on the right, it can't be on the left, and vice verca.

---Each possibility nessecitates others to be false, in order to be true. For now, the cat is both dead and alive---

In order to compress information, Tametsi boasts an innovative feature: Painting Mode! Using a wide variety of colors and brush sizes you can make your screen look like you are trying to solve the great murder of 1978! My most simple tool is a simple connecting line ---one mine--- and if im fancy the double line ===two mines=== And soon after, I can start to combine the lines! A shorter line that exactly matches a longer one means all those extra tiles can't be mines! A single three long right next to a double three long means one mine here, and no mine there.

____ When one line meets a number in part, there can be only a maximum of one mine there, but also maybe none at all____ Max 1

But Max 1 on a 3 means Min2 on the rest of the spaces and oh look there is another 3 right next to it andthenmin1thereandthatgivesmemax1herebecauseofthe2ANDOHMYGODTHERENEEDSTOBEATLEAST1HERETHATMEANS

Min1 & Max1 => line Line & 2 => line Line & 3 => double Double & 3 => line

Uhh this line is shorter now!

What the fuck am I doing here?

Recently I have been obsessed with LOGIC. In first-order LOGIC there are TWO STATES a preposition can be in: MINE and NOT A MINE. These prepositions are interlinked/interlinked through logical connecters such as AND, OR, EXISTS, FOR ALL, TWO, THREE, LINE, DOUBLE LINE, MIN, MAX, FIFTEEN GREENS, FOUR IN COLUMN SIX

---Consider all possibilities to be in a possibility space---If either A or B or C have to be true and they all share that THERE IS A MINE ON THE OTHER FUCKING SIDE OF THE PUZZLE YOU ASSHOLE GENIUS TORTURE DEMON I HAVE SAT HERE FOR 20 MINUTES NOT ONE MINE TO MY NAME---Then all possibilities where there is no mine there can be discarded. The cat is dead.

Have fun!

[death-gloss]

Murderdolls: A Trip to L.A.'s Museum of Death With Joey Jordison and Wednesday 13

Shock-rock duo joined Revolver on tour of Hollywood's grisliest shrine to the macabre

Nestled in a modest vine-covered building along a drab stretch of Hollywood Boulevard far away from the gaudy L.A. tourist destinations of the Mann's Chinese Theatre and Hollywood Walk of Fame, the Museum of Death stands as a grim counterpoint to its hometown's obsession with beauty and youth. Containing a grisly cornucopia of serial-killer artwork, suicide-cult artifacts, and other stark images of death and depravity, the museum revels in the sick and twisted, catering to a crowd with strong stomachs and morbid sense of curiosity.

Which is why it's hardly shocking that Wednesday 13 and Joey Jordison are totally loving their private after-hours tour of the museum's collection. Longtime friends who collaborate in horror-rock side project the Murderdolls, they've never visited the museum before, but they instantly feel a kinship between their music's gruesome outrageousness and the frank depictions of our final destination all around them.

"I've always been fascinated with anything weird," Wednesday says, scoping out a display of exotic animal skulls. "I was the kid that always had fake hands and legs hanging from my ceiling, but I had Mötley Crüe posters on the wall as well. To me, horror and rock and roll just went hand in hand."

The band's first album, 2002's Beyond the Valley of the Murderdolls, combined Wednesday's twin passions, with a healthy dose of tongue-in-cheek humor thrown in for good measure. (Typical song title: "Graverobbing U.S.A.") But after eight years apart focusing on other projects — Jordison working with Slipknot and drumming with everyone from Rob Zombie and Korn to Norwegian black metallers Satyricon, and Wednesday focusing on Frankenstein Drag Queens from Planet 13, as well as his solo outfit — the band has reformed to release Women and Children Last (Roadrunner), a decidedly darker, more biting affair. "The songs [for Beyond the Valley] really represented a lot of teenage angst that we'd had. We lived in our parents' house, in the bedroom playing guitars," Wednesday explains. "Now flash-forward eight years later. A lot of shit has happened. We've had marriages that failed, houses that foreclosed, bankruptcy, drugs, drinking, flipping cars." He shakes his head. "Just … madness. I've created my own horror movie over the past eight years, and that's what this record is about."

Despite the recent real-life horror, in person, the two buddies display an almost playful comedic rapport: Both decked out in full makeup, Wednesday is the tall, lanky, extroverted jokester, while Jordison serves as his shorter, more deadpan counterpart.

Wednesday enters a room devoted to funeral homes, talking about the childhood influences that informed his twisted sensibility. "The Munsters is my favorite show," he says. "I used to sit in front of my TV every day and watch it. Addams Family, The Munsters — it was all about death. Then I saw Alice Cooper, how he incorporated humor. Dead babies, cutting heads off onstage — it's just comedy. That's what we do — that's what our thing is."

"I worked in a funeral home for five years," Jordison says. "My family owned five of 'em. That's how I learned to do makeup." He's unfazed by an instructional video playing in the corner that offers a step-by-step demonstration in preparing a corpse for viewing. "I've seen it all," he says.

Egging him on, Wednesday says to Jordison, "Tell 'im about when you had to store bodies behind your house."

"No, in my garage!" Jordison replies. "Our main funeral home was flooded, so we had to bring the bodies into my garage. It was fuckin' fucked up. They weren't embalmed yet, and with how hot it was, oh my god — they were bloated, and it stunk so fucking bad …"

Wednesday breaks into a big smile. "And people wonder why we make the music we do."

Of course, after years of not seeing each other, it seemed like the members of Murderdolls might never get back together to make another record. "There was a time when I was like, OK, he's gonna just do his solo stuff, and I'm down with that," Jordison says of their time apart. "But he's one of my best friends ever, and we lost touch for a little bit, and that sucked — I missed him. But I'm glad actually things happened the way they did, because if we'd made the next record [right after] it would have been just like the first one—just campier and funnier. But people are gonna be blown away by this record. It's heavy."

Wednesday nods in agreement. "It's scary, it's dark, and it's violent. The happiest song is called 'Summertime Suicide.'"

On the subject of offing oneself, discussion soon turns to the museum's Heaven's Gate exhibit room, complete with a recruitment video for the religious cult that committed mass suicide in March 1997. Wednesday and Jordison talk excitedly over one another as they peer into the room, which includes a sample of the cult's bunk beds and clothes.

"Those are the real outfits," Jordison enthuses.

"Holy shit!" Wednesday replies, barely able to contain himself. "I love this story!"

They take a moment to read a cult members' suicide note, but then Wednesday makes an announcement. "We gotta get into the Manson room," he says. "Manson's my favorite."

The room devoted to renowned psychopath Charles Manson is easy to spot: It's the one with the words "Helter Skelter" adorning the wall in blood red. And proving that he does indeed know his Manson history, Wednesday quickly points out that the Manson family misspelled the phrase as "Healter Skelter" when it appeared on a refrigerator in one of their victim's homes.

"I've been a Charles Manson … I wouldn't say 'follower,' but I've been interested in all his stuff," Wednesday says. "I've quoted him in songs. You know, as crazy as the guy is, I've sat and listened to him talk, and he makes complete sense to me. Or maybe I'm just out of my mind."

"Well, you are, though," Jordison responds with ace comic timing.

Wednesday looks at a photo of the madman staring back with steely defiance. "Would you buy a car from that guy?" he asks, laughing.

In an adjoining room, there is a wall of photographs of Manson's victims taken by the police after their slayings. It's a feast of bloody corpses, and the two musicians silently take it in. "Dude, I'd rather be shot than stabbed," Jordison finally declares. "You don't even feel it, really." He reflects for a moment and then adds, "This place is awesome."

They move on to a set of photos in honor of the 1947 Black Dahlia murder victim Elizabeth Short, who was killed about seven miles away from where we are now. It's a gripping juxtaposition of snapshots — there are glamour photos of Short from her acting years and then there are grisly images of her lacerated face and bifurcated corpse.

"She was hot," Jordison observes, sadness in his voice. "I still haven't seen the movie [the 1996 Brian De Palma-directed film The Black Dahlia]. I heard it was kinda lame."

Another infamous L.A. murder is depicted on the next wall: the 1994 killing of O.J. Simpson's wife, Nicole Brown, and Ron Goldman. Wednesday looks at artist's sketches from the trial and then turns to Simpson's mug shot: "I say, 'Guilty!'"

Murderdolls wield a wicked sense of gallows humor while they roam the hallways of the Museum of Death, clearly geeking out on an exhibit of punk-rocker G.G. Allin's insane prison writings and a display case of suicide cult-leader Jim Jones' photographs. But even these guys have their limits.

"I'm not really into watching operations," Wednesday admits. "That stuff makes me sick. I've got tattoos all down my arms and chest, but I don't like needles. And if I've been smoking weed, I can't watch Shark Week [on the Discovery Channel] — it creeps me out."

The two musicians look at a mounted series of graphic personal snapshots involving a romantic triangle gone bad: A wife and her boyfriend took pictures of their work as they methodically decapitated and defiled her husband. It's at this moment that Wednesday admits he got high before coming to the museum — right now he's regretting that decision. Still, he turns philosophical pondering the thin line that divides the demented from the truly murderous.

"These are the kind of people you pass in the supermarket every day," he says as he examines the snapshots. "And then you've got guys like us that just said, 'You know what? I think I'm just gonna play guitar.'"

"I'd rather plays drums and guitars," Jordison says, looking at the couple in the photographs carrying out their gruesome mission. "That just looks like too much work."

Wednesday is quick to declare that he would never commit any of the homicidal acts he sings about in Murderdolls' songs, but that doesn't keep him from imagining. "I always thought the perfect weapon is an icicle," he says. "You can fuckin' hack somebody up pretty bad with that, and then it melts." He smiles, an idea coming to him. "A guy who only kills during the winter and he uses icicles: Jack Frost!" He laughs at the new arch-villain he's created.

A gallery of car-accident photos from the 1930s and '40s catch their eye. The black-and-white images show the unspeakable carnage America's first cars caused to their passengers during collisions. In one photo, a dead motorist lies on the street, the bottom half of his face practically ripped off.

The Murderdolls bandmates seem a little unnerved by these automobile accidents, which makes sense since both band members have had near-death experiences behind the wheel. In September 2007, Wednesday flipped his car five times. And Jordison once rolled his car down a cliff after going too fast off an exit ramp. Both of them were drunk but walked away with only minor injuries and a few broken bones. "I'm fuckin' lucky, dude," Wednesday acknowledges.

With the tour winding down, the Murderdolls freak out over a John Wayne Gacy room, prompting Wednesday to wonder if he can sell any of his Gacy portraits to the museum. But the night's high spirits take a turn when they meet Museum of Death co-owner James "J.D." Healy and he offers heartfelt condolences about Paul Gray, Jordison's cohort in Slipknot who died in May of an accidental drug overdose. Jordison suddenly gets very quiet, speaking barely above a whisper. "Thanks, man," he says, trying not to lose his composure. "He was my best friend."

Clearly bummed, too, Wednesday tells Healy, "You just play on through it."

The Murderdolls may seemingly sport a cavalier attitude toward the Grim Reaper, both in their music and on their tour of the museum, but the truth is that they are all too intimately aware of the real, emotional consequences of death. Jordison, for one, is clearly still grappling with Gray's passing on a daily basis. And it's that struggle that has made his band with Wednesday so precious to him right now.

After Healy leaves, and as we prepare to leave the museum and head off into the warm L.A. night, Jordison says simply, "Slipknot doesn't even compute to me right now without [Gray]. He was my songwriting soul mate. If I didn't have [Murderdolls] …" His voice trails off. "…I don't know what I'd be doing."

[ribosoons]

Lunch Box | Kihyun

Kihyun x Reader || Fluff

Warnings: suggestive

Summary: kihyun just basically almost adopt you and always feeding your starving ass

a/n: i dont know where this idea come from anw enjoy!

lets say you are a starving nursing student who's always at the library praying for your life to pass all your quizzes and exams for not to harm your future patients while kihyun is at peace in culinary school. you two are schoolmates, met when both of you are on 2nd year.

it was a tough time for you that time because next day was your finals and you cannot take fail that exam thay is why you were working hard to pass the exam. that night, you wwre roaming around your school dorm when you came across with the building's kitchen. it was like a shares kitchen for everyone in that building, almost no one uses that kitchen that is why it is a surprise for you to see the lights open with the sound of banging utensils. you decided to take a look because the possibility of that person in kitchen is a murderer is there and you will be able to skip the exam if you were stabbed and found dead however you saw an innocent man with his apron on, baking, with a frown on his face.

you knew it was kihyun because he is friends with the most noisy but social butterfly, minhyuk. actually they are a group of friends, seven of them actually. you never had the chance to talk to them because you were busy shaking your brain for grades.

"what are you doing here?" upon entering the kitchen premises, you asked.

on thw otherside, kihyun was shocked that anyone would come to check on him at this ungodly hour.

"what do you think people do in kitchen?" he answered sassyly because he was pissed that his breads were still on not proper consistency.

"make out?" you replied, "i do not see anyone cook here but make out. i dont see you with anyone so ill assume you are the first actually use the kitchen"

"yeah wanna make out?" he bluntedly asked which made you laugh.

"probably, but i dont usually make out with people whom i dont even know the name" he saw him stood up properly from the position of slouching in front of the oven and wiping his hands on his apron.

"kihyun" offering his hands for a shake hands. you thought it was too formal that is why you slapped your hands onto his and informed him your name.

"y/n" he called, "you wanna-" cutting his question you defensively said, "woah woah, i was just joking with the making out part. i dont expect you to actually believe it. i thought we are just joking around here" this made him laugh which to the point he was crying. embarrassed you asked what's funny.

"i was about to ask you if you can give my breads in making a taste after it came out the oven but it seems like you are enjoying the idea of me asking you to make out with me" you saw him flash a cocky smile which you just gave him an eye roll.

"ill just agree to tastw your breads because im hungry" you agreed. ever since that day, everytime you see him or kihyun sees you, he is offering you with the leftovers of his creations and to be honest you did not regret meeting him because you saved so much money for your lunch money.

"hey! y/n!" you heard yelled behind you and turning around you saw kihyun holding a lunch box running towards you.

"i will just let you feed me your weird combination if you let me draw a blood on that veiny arms of yours"

"you know y/n for a broke starving college student like you, you are a picky one. not to mention your weird obsession with my arms" he laughs throwing his arms around your shoulders to lead you to his dorm because he usually feeds you there and you chill there to review your reviewer.

"i dont have weird obsession with your arms, i just need to practice my skills on you. i eat your creations so this is a win-win situation" you defended yourself.

"i do not gain anything from you drawing my blood. i make your stomach full and you make me feel dizzy with you drawing my blood" he looks at you with his infamous confused face that you know exactly that he is being sarcastic with you.

"you can anytime poison me because i willingly eat your food, you should be thankful that i help you judge your skills. plus if you ever need a medical assistance, just call me by my name and i will be there doing what i oath to be doing" you wiggles your eyebrows at him earning him pushing you away, laughing.

arriving at his place with him you saw minhyuk and hyungwon, his roommate, deciding to talk to them, "hey minhyuk, hyungwin, what's poppin?" you asked.

"yeah just wondering when will you two date because both of you are awfully obvious and oblivious" minhyuk said earning a laugh matching with slaps from hyungwon agreeing to his friend and a look from kihyun telling him to shut up which you didn't catch. you sat on the floor leaning on the couch where hyungwon was laying on, placing your bag beside you and bringing out your ipad where you took down notes and some of your printed materials. it was a routine, to the point like you are like their roommate also minus to the part that you have your own place where you sleep.

"you know that we are friends right?" asking minhyuk earning a laugh from hyungwon. hyungwon is extra happy today.

"yeah, kihyun rarely feeds us" minhyuk spat.

"hey! dont make me the bad guy here" kihyun arrives in the living room with a pair of chopsticks for you and the luchbox he was holding earlier also a food for him.

he sat down in front of you with the table in between of the both of you. you placed down your things and start eating what he cooked.

"hmm. i like how you cooked this. i like it" you informed him. he asked about the rating and you gave him an honest opinion. he asked about your day and you told him how you end up shoving your fist inside a human in order to support your seniors. btw you are in your internship, and facing a real patients.

"ew y/n what the fuck. in front of my own meal?!" kihyun reacted all together with minhyuk and hyungwon. because of your story that made minhyuk and hyungwon leave both of you in living area because they knew you will never stop talking about the weird encounters you had in hospital.

"you asked about my day and i answered! what do you expect?" you laughs and took a bite in your meal.

another day passed, kihyun asked you of you were busy. since you were not that busy you decided to cooperate with what's on kihyun's mind. he invited you to come over his dorm to cook with him to practice since minhyuk and hyungwon were not around. you agreed because yehey free foods!

"hey im here" you announced removing your shoes placing it neatly on the side and walk directly to the kitchen where kihyun is.

"you are right on time, here wear this" he offered you an apron. you were about to get the apron from his hands but he willingly put the apron warping his arms around you to tie a nice bow at the your back. you took no mind on how your heart was beating faster when kihyun's face was so much closer on yours.

"so what's the recipe for today chef yoo" you giggling asks, "please be nice, i am used on assisting doctors not chefs" you both laughed at your sentiments.

"i will" kihyun instructed on you on what both of you will be cooking. he decided to cook a beef dish and making a servings for four since his roommates are always teasing him to cook for them (which they are just being dramatic because kihyun cooks for them all the time) and also gave a notice that they will comeback before dinner.

helping kihyun, you are giving the tools he needed giving like how you give tools to the doctors in surgery room.

"i feel like a doctor right now" kihyun giggles.

"sure, i will be your nurse then" you laughs. while he was stirring his soup, you decides to tell a tale of your most disgusting encounter in your internship which made kihyun rant.

"y/n we don't need to discuss that infront of a dish. dont you know that a dish requires love and affection?" he nagged.

"your dish needs to face reality" you laughs.

"no y/n it needs love" he emphasis the word love.

"is that why you called me here?" you jokingly teased him. laughing at your own joke, you were stunned on what kihyun answered.

"yeah, i called you here because i need the love of my life to be beside me while i cook dinner for my shithead roommates and also to feed my nursing student" he said not removing his stare on the meat he is cooking inside the pot. kihyun realises what he said he quickly turned his head around facing you.

"did i just tell out loud my thoughts?" he asked you with fear in his eyes.

"yeah, you want me to summarize? i am good at summarizing stuff from what i just heard. i might even took down some notes for me to remember because that was the sweetest shit ive ever heard from your mouth" you laughs squishing his cheeks.

you heard the pot overflow which made kihyun comeback into his senses and check the beef he is cooking.

"so you do like me just like what minhyuk and hyungwon saying?" you teased smiling right directly at him, purposely shoving your face at his for him to see your teasing smile.

"i do. so please stop teasing me, it doesn't help me at all" he said avoiding your gaze.

"good because i also like you" cupping both of this cheeks you squeezed it and kissed kihyun's pout lips.

kihyun immediately grabbed your nape placing one hands on your waist to kiss you passionately. stepping back, you are now leaning on the kitchen's countertop. he lifted you up to the countertop causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. he move his kissed from your lips to your neck now nibbling your neck.

opening your eyes, you saw minhyuk and hyungwon standing there watching both of you making out. tapping kihyun's shoulder he stopped.

"we just walked in, we are not watching you guys make out in our kitchen i swear" minhyuk defensively explained.

"is that how friends treat each other?" hyungwon asked making kihyun throw a spatula on hyungwon making them run away. after hearing the door close kihyun is not looking at your eyes, not breaking the eye contact he said, "i love you y/n. can i be your boyfriend?"

"kihyun i do not make out with someone and not date them. of course you can be my boyfriend"

[tasmpeter]

oh my god, yesss!! give us the Harcourt. honestly there needs to be more harcourt + I'm here for the whole love triangle too with adrian involved as well like yes please! but also...HARCOURT!

i may or may not be writing a harcourt one shot in my head right now that is rivals to lovers….

but the vampire one fic is like:

you were turned into a vampire in the 70s, so you are more laid back and a bit more wild than what people normally think of when they think of vampires

harcourt arrested you a few years ago because you were moonlighting as a stripper to drink the blood of (and kill) cheating men, and pervs. you and harcourt had this cat and mouse esque chase with flirty banter

so, when amanda waller pulls you out of belle reeve with the promise of your freedom and her turning a blind eye to your “dinners”, you would need to be her eyes and ears inside task force x since the groups betray

you accepted, but had no real intention of ratting out the group — it wasn’t your style. harcourt was shocked to see you waltz into the video store, sunglasses over your eyes and a hood over your head

“oh god, waller really is punishing us.” harcourt would yell out when she sees who the new member is

“aw, and i thought you missed me, em.”

after a lot of invasive questions by the members of the team, you let them know exactly why you were sent, and how you were just going to spew waller bullshit so she got off her back.

the team grew to really appreciate you for that, allowing you to be taken under their wing a lot faster. adrian grew a real liking to you, and you really liked him.

he was goofy, and brash and brutally honest, but he was also dark, sadistic, and a little bit broken. you wanted to tear him apart limb by limb, searching through every atom. most people thought your liking to adrian was artificial, either a), you just think adrian’s hot and the sex is good or b), you just wanted a plaything to tie you over until you get reassigned.

it was a combination of both of those answers, and more. you thought adrian was hot, and the sex was out of this word. yes, technically you chose adrian because he seemed a little brain dead (himbo as you so called it) and he seemed like a good time. but it involved in it

all this time harcourt is super jealous that adrian and you are hooking up and hanging out together. she keeps messing up on missions and second guessing herself. when she finally confronts you about it (“you need to get away from chase”), you are honestly shocked that emilia would do bluntly share her feelings for you like that — you absolutely loved it.

so it could go either one of two ways from here. reader ends up with harcourt or adrian. idk something about adrian and vampire!reader gets me going and im just obsessed with the idea of adrian letting vampire!reader feed on him.

but also there is a lot of tension and slow burn with harcourt and vampire!reader and a bit of enemies to lovers so. it’s more like pick you poison

so yeah…. i may have over thought this story lmao….