#Though rain the singer is also cool

[rainisawriter]

there is no worse feeling to me than hearing it start to rain only to get super excited and rush outside to work on the 8 thousand wips I have just for it to stop raining .2 seconds before I open the door

Florida why

STOP RAINING FOR 5 SECONDS AND THEN STOPPING YOU FUCK

[lightsoutletsgo]

P L A Y L I S T (cl16 x singer!reader series) vol.4 - monaco

warnings: none

word count: 2.6k

hi everyone! here's the next part! they finally meet in person! I'm really vibing with writing this rn so I have a couple of chapters already drafted so I'm hoping to upload the next few pretty regularly! happy reading love, mimi taglist currently: open! @whatsupstark

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Monaco

Y/N didn’t know much about F1. But as she wandered through the ‘paddock’, as Charles had called it, she found herself being swept up in the hype and excitement. Celebrities mingled amongst team investors and sponsors and mechanics. Already she’d seen a few friends and acquaintances. Y/N stopped suddenly at a call of her name, turning round she saw Charles and a man who she was pretty sure was called Carlos. He was dressed the same as Charles so that seemed like a good indicator. “Y/N!” She couldn’t help the grin that overtook her features and she felt Carlos stare at her knowingly from opposite her. “Charles, hi!” Her answer was breathy as he got closer, stopping just in front of her. Neither of them spoke for a second but both of them could have sworn it was longer than that. ‘God his pictures didn’t do him justice’ she thought as, ‘she’s even prettier up close’, ran through Charles’ mind, 

“So are you going to introduce us or…?” Carlos chimed in from next to his friend. Charles cleared his throat as Y/N took a step back,  “Uh yes! Carlos this is Y/N.” Y/N smiled at Carlos warmly as he extended a hand for her to shake,  “It’s lovely to meet you.” His accent was warm and his face was very handsome. Y/N mused to herself if good looks were also a necessary qualifying trait for F1 too. 

“Your concert in Rome was incredible!” Y/N was dragged back to the current conversation by Carlos’ compliments, “Thank you so much! We loved every second of it.” “I know Lily will be so excited to know you’re here today. This way, I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Carlos continued as he held his hand out to guide Y/N towards a larger group of people and Charles had to bite back a frown. She was his guest today, he had invited her here so he could get to know her and maybe spend a little time with her. Why did he need to share her with everyone else too? “Are you not coming with us Charles?” Y/N’s sweet voice and concerned look made his tummy flip and he nodded dumbly at her before trudging along behind the pair, ‘there’ll be other opportunities’ he told himself firmly. 

“Guys, this is Y/N.” Greetings were exchanged and fangirling was done (though Lando refused to admit he had squealed when Y/N shook his hand) and before Charles knew it, he was being called to the garage to prepare for the start of the race. “I’m sure Lily will be more than happy to let you hang around with her!” Charles nodded towards Lily who was almost vibrating where she stood. Your face fell ever so slightly, “Oh… Yes of course, thank you.” “Is that okay? I’m sorry I can’t stay longer.” “No no it’s okay! I uhhh…” She trailed off, “I guess I’d just hoped that I’d be able to watch it from the Ferrari garage?” Charles felt himself turning as red as his Ferrari team uniform at her confession and he nodded, his tongue feeling heavy, “That’s more than okay, yeah that’s cool... dude,” He gave her a thumbs up and immediately facepalmed mentally. He cringed as he heard Lando snort from behind him and saw Max cover his mouth to hide a laugh out of the corner of his eye. “I-I’ll walk you there.” Charles strolled with her through the paddock, doing his best to pretend that Carlos was not tagging along behind them. She asked him questions as they walked; how long was the race? Was he nervous about today? Did he think it was going to rain? How fast would he be going? Charles answered each one with careful thought and consideration and he felt his heart swell a little at the way she took such genuine interest in him and his job.

“Well, here we are!” Charles led her into the Ferrari garage, greeting each team member he passed and wishing them good luck for the race. Y/N smiled at the interactions, clearly Charles was a kind person. Something fluttered in her tummy as she saw his dimples appear again and again. He handed her a pair of headphones and helped her find a place in front of several large screens. “Have a good race!” She said enthusiastically before cringing internally, “sorry I don’t know what you usually say before a race… I'm guessing I shouldn't really tell you to break a leg…” Charles’ head tipped back as a full laugh came from deep in his tummy. God she was adorable, “Just good luck is enough!” As he turned to leave for the grid, he suddenly stopped at the feeling of her hand gently taking his wrist. “Charles!” His eyes flitted down to look for a second before he looked up at her, she hesitated for a second and he watched as a look of realisation flashed across her eyes before she was dropping his wrist and stuttering out her next words, “I-I just wanted to say… umm…” He took a step towards her, “Yes?” “Drive safely? Please?” A soft smile spread across his face and those damn butterflies were taking flight in her tummy once more. “Always.” He gave her hand a squeeze for reassurance before he was swallowed up by the bustling garage and out of sight. 

Y/N’s lack of F1 knowledge was showing as she did her best to follow along with the race. Part of her wondered if she should have gone with Lily after all. It may have been easier to follow along with her experienced commentary, but Y/N was glad she’d chosen to support Charles a bit more closely. After all, she was his guest. As she watched the cars lap the track again and again she thought back to their conversations. How he’d, albeit quite awkwardly, flirted with her. He’d made her smile that was for sure. Even through the exhaustion of the tour, she’d found herself staying awake a little later just to reply to him. So naturally when he’d invited her to be his guest at Monaco this weekend, how could she say no? 

She watched the screen intently, eyes searching for a red car with each new camera angle. Once or twice she sensed the TV cameras on her, ready to catch her reactions and so she did her best to appear smiley and calm, despite feeling nervous at her surroundings but also nervous for Charles. 

78 laps later and the race was finished. Y/N didn’t know much about F1 but she knew that 6th wasn’t a bad place to be… it just wasn’t the result Charles wanted. She felt bad for him, having sensed through their conversations that week that he added extra pressure onto himself when he raced at Monaco. She understood, she alwasy felt more pressure when performing at home too. Nevertheless she was waiting there for him with a smile when he reached the garage. “Congratulations!” Charles gave a small smile but she could tell he wasn’t feeling as good as he had before the race. “Thank you.” “Well you didn’t crash so I’d say you did a good job! I doubt I could even manage the simplest corner!” Another smile pulled at his lips this time, more genuine. She could tell even after a short while of talking to him when his smiles were genuine or not. His dimples were always deeper and his eyes a lot brighter. “So what happens now?” Charles inhaled before letting out a heavy sigh, “I have a few interviews and then debrief before we pack up and do it all again somewhere new next week!” She giggled, “Sounds just like tour!” Y/N joked before Charles bit his lip, suddenly turning nervous “Hey uhhh, I have to go and do these interviews but if you want, we could… maybe go and get dinner later? I can take you to Lily so you don’t have to hang out alone!” Y/N was silent, Charles felt himself growing embarrassed, “But if you’re busy it’s fine I totally get it and-” “No no! I would like that…” Y/N nodded as she bit her lip shyly, her head dropping to look at her feet as Charles nervously brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. 

Acorss from them at the entrance of the garage, Lando and Max stood in conversation with Carlos, all three of them watching the pair intently, “I bet you 50 they’re together by the time we get to Silverstone.” Max nodded completely convinced he was right, “Silverstone? Nahh mate, more like Canada…” Lando said assuredly, “You’re both wrong!” Carlos shook his head, crossing his arms as he leant against the wall, “End of the season.” He said confidently. “End of the season?” Lando raised an eyebrow as Max scoffed, “They’re both two blind idiots with feelings.” Carlos justified, “You have a point…” Max conceded. 

Y/N shifted uncomfortably as she felt someone’s eyes on her, looking around she spotted Carlos, Lando and Max and she felt her cheeks get warm as she realised they’d been staring at her and Charles. Charles followed her gaze and rolled his eyes, “Just ignore them, I think they’re still a little starstruck. Shall we go? I’ll drop you off at Williams on my way.” The pair made their way out of the garage and down the pitlane to the Williams garage. Lily smiled warmly at Y/N as she made her way through the circus of mechanics and engineers and higher ups, “I’ll look after her, don’t worry” Lily sent her a wink which made her giggle, feeling less nervous about not having Charles around. She turned and he smiled at her reassuringly, “I’ll be back in a little bit - I’ll come and find you outside hospitality!” Y/N nodded before turning back to Lily who still seemed a little dazed that she was standing next to her. “I’m so glad you managed to come to the concert!” Lily smiled widely, “It was incredible! I think a few of us are going to go to a few more concerts before the season is over!” Y/N laughed as Lily led her out of the garage and towards hospitality, “You know, I was pretty surprised that Charles decided to join us.” “Oh really?” Y/N said taking a seat with her at one of the tables outside, “Yeah, he’s probably admitted this himself but he had no idea who you were when you guys first met…” Y/N giggled as Lily shook her head good-naturedly, “it’s crazy how you guys bumped into each other like that twice!” “I know!” Y/N’s eyes widened “Did you talk about it with him at all?” Lily asked curiously before Y/N nodded, 

“We did actually! He apologised for not recognising me and assured me he wasn’t trying to kidnap me!” She said with a fond smile, “And I apologised that I’d scared him so much - twice!” The two girls collapsed into fits of giggles before Y’N’s voice dropped to a whisper, “Can I ask you something?” Lily nodded, “Is it true he kept googling all the lyrics through the concert?” Lily let out a loud laugh as Alex and Logan approached the table, “What’s so funny?” Alex asked, taking a seat, “Y/N was just asking me about Charles googling the lyrics at the concert, “How did you hear about that?” asked Logan, “Oh I see everything on twitter,” Y/N said with a smirk, “my fans keep me very well informed!” Lily gasped, “Does that mean you’ve seen the videos of me crying and dancing along?” Alex snorted as Logan coughed to cover up a laugh, both of them remembering how the sight had looked in-person right in front of their eyes. Y/N nodded, her face turning solemn as she placed a hand on Lily’s shoulder seriously, “I’m so sorry Lily but… I don’t think we have a space for you as a backup dancer on this tour.” Lily played along, looking down and clasping her hands together as her eyebrows furrowed, “It’s a brutal industry…” The table fell into laughter before Y/N saw Charles approaching.

“What are we all laughing about, hmm?” Charles was curious as he reached the table, “Oh we were just discussing the outcome of Lily’s audition.” You nodded, face becoming serious once again, “It wasn’t the outcome she wanted…” “I just can’t believe my dancing wasn’t good enough.” “Dancing? Is that what you’d call it?” Alex gave Lily a playful nudge as she gasped dramatically, “Y/N you see how mean he’s being?!” Charles gently placed a hand on her shoulder before leaning down to stage whisper dramatically, “We should leave before this gets nasty!” With a stifled giggle, YN stood up from her chair, making sure to give Lily a hug and exchange her number before following Charles away from the business of the paddock and down a small quiet side street.  

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked, looking around as she took in her surroundings, “There’s a great spot I know a little out of town. It’s kind of a hole-in-the-wall place but they make some of the best pasta I’ve ever had.” 

“Pasta? Sign me up!” Y/N gave an enthusiastic reply as Charles unlocked his car, taking her bag from her shoulder and holding it as he opened her door for her. She slid into the passenger seat and took her bag back, placing it on her lap as he closed the door and jogged round to the driver's seat. As he turned on the engine and the car roared into life, the sound system came on automatically. A familiar voice drifted out through the speakers and a rhythm that her body knew by heart filled the car. “I-is this my song?” Charles found his cheeks matching the colour of his team brand once more as he scrabbled to mute the volume but just turned it up louder in the process Y/N clapped a hand over her mouth, looking at him, as she began giggling harder than she had all day. “I was just… it was… research?” Charles scrambled for an excuse as Y/N continued giggling, hand falling away from her mouth as her head tipped back in laughter. And as they sat there in his car, her song still quietly playing in the background, Charles realised he didn’t mind embarrassing himself and would happily make a fool of himself over and over again if it meant he got to see her laughing like that once more.  “No no no, don’t be embarrassed.” Y/N sighed, her stomach sore from laughter, “I think it’s cute you were researching.” Charles’ cheeks heated up again, ‘she called me cute?’ he screamed at himself in his head. “Okay, honestly? I haven’t been able to get that song out of my head since I heard it at the concert, it’s really catchy!” Y/N nodded, “It gets stuck in my head too sometimes - and it’s my song!” “It’s definitely one of my favourites.” Charles admitted and Y/N found herself having to look out of the window to hide how big her smile was. Charles cleared his throat, “So! Shall we go?” He began to drive, fighting to contain his excitement that you were in the passenger seat, “Don’t go driving as fast as you did earlier!” Y/N joked, Charles smiled, eyes darting to look at her for a second before fixing his gaze back on the road once more, “Never. Not when I have such precious cargo in the passenger seat.” Y/N bit her lip and looked out of the window once more, but Charles could tell she was smiling to herself, he caught it in her reflection in the window.

It suddenly dawned on him as they drove that he didn’t feel as down as he expected to after the race. In fact, he rather felt like he’d won.

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[anhed-nia]

So I'm in the middle of this research project centered on Dario Argento's OPERA, for which I have required myself to watch as many screen adaptations of the Gaston Leroux novel The Phantom of the Opera as I can take. What I have determined so far is that the Phantom of the Opera is a story everyone wants to tell, but not very many people are sure of how to tell it. In fact, it's not that easy to say what it is about archetypally. You know, Wolfman stories are typically about "the beast in man" (with femininity positioned as some sort of cure for this personality split), Frankenstein stories are usually about human nature (i.e. an uncanny creature can have more humanity than vain and bigoted humans), Dracula-type vampire stories are most generally about the problems of being an outsider (queer, foreign, etc). But Phantom of the Opera is like...well, everyone likes the love story part of it, which is more or less modeled on Dracula, with a woman torn between seductive darkness and the safety of square society. But then there are all these other parts that seem to flummox people in the retelling.

I haven't read the Leroux novel YET but the first round of movies have been interesting, and also sort of perplexing. The iteration from 1925 holds up, largely due to Chaney's creation of the Phantom which remains a top tier monster. People don't often talk about the mask though! Which looks like a cross between Peter Lorre and the Devo Boogie Boy, it's disturbing and I like it.

This Phantom was born in the dungeons during a revolutionary bloodbath and is disfigured from birth, drawing on the antique idea that a mother's trauma is translated in the deformity of her children; also, compellingly, these dungeons lie fathoms beneath the opera house where the bourgeoisie are witlessly dancing on the graves of martyrs and criminals embodied in the Phantom. The ingenue Christine is an interesting figure who breaks up with her boyfriend at the beginning because she wants to give her whole self to her career; when the Phantom starts murmuring to her through the walls it's as if the spirit of opera itself has chosen her to be its avatar, which she seems to find totally rational. It's sort of cool, what other movie of this era has a likeable heroine choosing her potential for greatness over love? This is the element of the story that is the most interesting, but I'll expand on that in a minute.

The Chaney edition benefits a lot from keeping things simple. The 1943 version with Claude Raines has a little bit too much going on and the story doesn't get a lot of time to congeal between so many long opera sequences; this movie really takes the opera part of the title seriously! Actually they're the best thing about it, mostly because of Nelson Eddy who is extremely beautiful and a real opera singer, and who projects this blazing desire for Susanna Foster that is incredibly convincing. Like I'd normally say they have great chemistry, but I think it's just a lot of power radiating from him specifically.

Ahem.

Uh anyway. This movie picks up the reoccurring (but not universal) idea that the Phantom is a genteel and sophisticated composer who has just fallen on hard times, who goes mad when his latest concerto is stolen. He is disfigured while struggling with the plagiarist and installs himself under the opera house where he can haunt his former protege Christine, who is already torn between dreamy Nelson Eddy and her stuffy cop boyfriend. One of my favorite things here is that even though this film is extremely quaint and old fashioned, everybody hates cops; this Christine is less a self-determined careerist than someone who is under pressure from her artist friends who find it profoundly repulsive that she is dating a policeman. Meanwhile the Phantom is just way too gentle and sappy, which is extra disappointing because Claude Rains's Invisible Man is so fabulously chaotic and sadistic, it made me really aware of the Phantom that could have been. This one doesn't properly represent the high society vs. underworld dichotomy that Christine should be torn between. So what is this movie about? There's so many guys in it and a few different themes flapping in the breeze. Is it about love? Is it about self-actualizing through art? Is it about the cutthroat world of showbusiness? It doesn't have that much to say, ultimately, and it just seems really unmotivated. Also I don't like this mask, sue me.

The Hammer edition is even more disappointing, considering the studio's previous successes with Universal Monster remakes. Here Christine is torn between a suave opera producer, the lecherous composer who has plagiarized the Phantom, and yeah the Phantom. Too many guys, it confuses whatever the dynamic and themes are supposed to be. Michael Gough as the plagiarist is so much more evil and threatening than poor Herbert Lom's Phantom that it's hard to stay focused on the main point here. Curiously the Hammer version is rather unromantic, with the Phantom just slapping Christine around until she sings his tunes right; that is kind of refreshing in a way, although it also means that the film lacks tension, which contributes to its being surprisingly anticlimactic. The best guy in the movie is actually Thorley Walters whose character serves almost no narrative purpose at all, he just hulks around with this WTF? look on his face and it is kind of adorable. I guess I like the gross mask in this one, too.

But the Hammer version has one interesting strength, which is that Christine is singing the lead in a new opera about Joan of Arc. Just like Joan, Christine hears a disembodied voice prophesizing her ascent to power. The best thing about the Phantom lore is the idea that the woman has this latent power that can either be activated by the Phantom, or suppressed by her square boyfriend (the relationship being mutually exclusive with opera stardom in many iterations). She isn't just a love object to be possessed, she herself possesses of some kind of devastating energy that needs to be awakened and channeled--or contained and forgotten, if she decides to get married and stay home or something. This is pretty cool, and it is interestingly realized in Dario Argento's OPERA, in which (spoiler alert I guess) a killer stalks an opera singer with the aim of catalyzing her own latent psychopathy. This idea is at the center of my thesis and I'm looking forward to fleshing it out, although I'm kind of dreading all the other PHANTOMs that I have committed myself to watching. I really don't want to deal with Andrew LLoyd Webber at all, but after I get through at least the Joel Schumacher one of the those I'm going to reward myself with a rewatch of PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE which I'm going to guess right now is the best retelling of this story after the Chaney one. I'm counting on Paul Williams' music to be catchier than Webber's.

I'm whining about my own decisions, I know, but really the main hardship of this project is that now I keep getting the Vandals' punk theme song from PHANTOM OF THE MALL: ERIC'S REVENGE stuck in my head, and let me tell you that is very unwelcome. Here it is, if you've decided you're done being happy and sane:

[loremaster]

the premise of rain code band au

so you have context for whatever i end up drawing for it

so yakou started out in a band with yomi and friends (probably like. seth and dominic... no martina yet), he was the guitarist and yomi was the singer... they definitely dated though neither of them would ever admit to it now

but yomi of course is an asshole with a big ego that keeps getting worse, yakou puts up with it until he meets his (future) wife who convinces him to stand up for himself. yomi of course does not take it well, invites martina into the band and starts dating her instead. yakou gets ostracized by the rest of the group and quits the band, settles down, gets married.

she isn't a musician but she's still got a beautiful singing voice. she loves to sing along to his guitar playing. but eventually she dies (probably due to medical malpractice. fucking huesca) and yakou gets so depressed he doesn't touch his guitar again for years

meanwhile the whole world is obsessed with famous pop idol SHINIGAMI!!!!!! despite (or because of?) her abrasive personality she has tons of die-hard fans... but nobody knows anything about her personal life. she's a total mystery off the stage!

shinigami's success is really due to yuma and makoto (twins??? idk). makoto is her pr manager who handles her public image and her schedule; yuma is her creative director and songwriter, the genius behind her catchy tunes.

yuma is very competent at his job but is not enjoying his life. he feels immense responsibility for her success, and overworks himself so shinigami can keep topping the charts. he's not much fun to be around, and doesn't trust anyone else with his duties. shinigami and makoto conspire against him for his own sake, and fire him - or at least, send him on an indefinite leave. shinigami says his songs are shit. he takes her seriously.

yuma is moping down the streets when he meets yakou, also down on his luck... yakou takes pity on the kid and gives him a place to stay. he has no idea who yuma really is, and yuma doesn't tell him - mostly because of the shame of being fired. so yakou treats him like an unpaid intern.

somehow yuma ends up inspiring yakou to pick up his guitar again... which inspires yakou to put out a flyer for band auditions. he's not expecting any responses, but halara, desuhiko, fubuki, and vivia show up and he's impressed with all four of them!!! NOW THEY'RE A BAND!!!!

but... they start out as a cover band because they have no original songs. (desuhiko tries to write original songs. they are very bad.) yuma wants to help but he doesn't want to make himself a big deal... so he ends up sneakily slipping a song he's anonymously written under the studio door for yakou to find. the song is great... but the other band members can't seem to get the hang of it.

from then on the story would take more of an episodic nature, where yuma gets to know each of the band members' idiosyncrasies and learn how to write music (still anonymously) that fits their style. (i'd actually imagine the audience wouldn't know yuma's deal yet either, that'd be like... an end of the season reveal. i guess i'm imagining this as an anime huh) and in spending time with each of them he gets to actually befriend them as well and invigorate their passion for the band and willingness to work together. each time they'd get a cool new song that has a cool new solo for the focus character/instrument of each... episode? yeah

i'm going to post more about what those individual character based adventures will be later (feel free to supplement with your own ideas)

for now i am tired good night

[crazycatgirl420]

First Lines

I'm not sure if this is the first line of the whole fic or the first line of the part I'm currently working on so...since I don't actually know the rules I'll just do whichever feels right for it Kay? Cool.

1) Ellie sat on a stool on the stage, a simple black dress shimmering under the light. She was supposed to sing some sad love song tonight but all she could think about was the death of Robin the Second. Looking at the crowd of Gotham Citizens she wondered if they even knew yet.

This one is still a draft but it's teenage singer Danielle in an dp×DC universe. The song that inspired the first chapter was actually a cover of the Beatles song Blackbird.

2) Sam wasn't related to her by blood, but Grandma Ida had always loved her for who she was. Sam would never truly worry about money, though she had spent most of her savings on her car and the apartment, because Grandma wouldn't let Sam go hungry or cold. A thousand dollars would be sent to Sam's bank account evey month, and had been since she was a baby.

The next chapter of Gotham's Black Rose is a bit of a struggle for me right now, it takes place after they've moved to Gotham, about them settling in and finding their footing in a new city, and Sam does some reflection on her relationship with her adopted Grandma.

3) "Father, Grandfather, Uncles," Danny greeted as he walked into the dinning room and sat down. The adults all looked at him, but Danny just smiled.

"Who let a kid in here?" - "Uncles?" - "Father?" - "Who are you?"

They all spoke at once but Danny waited for them to quiet down before he spoke up.

"Daniel Bertinelli, or Constantine if you check magical lineage, or Wayne if you ask for my mother's biological father's last name."

"I've got a kid?" The blond Constantine dropped his cigarette.

"...Helena Bertinelli is my daughter?" Bruce Wayne stared at the table as if the wood would make any of this easier.

The next part of The Fine Print where 'everyone' finds out they've had children they didn't know about.

4) Gotham was not a good city to be homeless in, Danny learned. It was cold at night, and rained at least once a week, and he never knew here he was going to sleep.

My Project R fic is not doing too well, I'm not sure why or what to do with it.

5) When Paulina imagined her Graduation from High School, she never would've pictured this for herself. She was Eighteen, turning Nineteen this summer. She thought she'd be dating Dash or Star, that she'd be taking photos and going out to dinner with either of them or maybe the cheer team would meet up.

Of course she never would've predicted Phantom. Couldn't have imagined Fenton. And you can't predict an unexpected baby. That's what makes them unexpected.

But here she was. Kneeling on the grass of the football field, blue Graduation gown the only thing protecting her JJ House designer dress from stains, and her heels starting to sink into the dirt.

"Grad-u-lates Pauli," Ellie said, carefully, with a toothy smile and her happy bright blue eyes. Her little arms went up, hands grabbing at the air. "Uppies?"

It's a Paulina/Danny raise baby Danielle in Gotham fic idk if it's going to go anywhere but I find it cute to think about.

6) Soul dreams were a safe place, at least they were usually. A neutral place where souls met to bring each other into their lives. How the soul dream took shape depended on who was asleep first, and was still asleep when the other joined them.

I hit a self doubt wall with my first soulmate fic, I wanted to analyze Jazz's sense of responsibility towards Danny and her tendency to treating him as a child even while acknowledging he's a teenager. I also wanted to analyze Dick's relationships with his own siblings once I picked him as Jazz's soulmate for this fic. I'm not sure if I should go back to my notes and try again or if I should give up on it entirely for a different soulmate fic.

7) I'm not sure if cleaning the Fenton house was a good idea anymore. Jasmine Fenton sat on the couch in front of me, her hands clasped together and a strange look on her face.

My self instert fic has hit a wall so hard I decided I am going to change it completely. I tried I struggled and I had no idea what I was doing. Here's the last I had for it as it is now though.

Okay! So there's my 7 current WIPs sorta. I haven't had the heart to actually remove anything from my list of projects even though I'm done trying to write for some of them. I did my best though! And I'm proud of what I learn every time I try something new.

I think I'm supposed to tag other people to play too so I guess I'll tag @faeriekit @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @evandarya @spooky-fm @p0ssym1lker

Okay I'm not brave enough to tag more people in a silly game, maybe next time. I'd like to thank @weirdfishy for tagging me, sorry it took me so long to make play too! This was fun once I stopped over thinking it.

[gnrbitch]

Summer break Pt.13 - Seattlehead

!Final Part!

Warnings: Smoking, profanity

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Seattle, WA 1986

“So he just threw you on the bus?” Andrew said, his eyes widened.

Y/n popped her lips, “Yup”

“That’s fucken harsh” her friend said, taking a hit out of a cigarette.

It had been 4 weeks since Y/n left LA, and a lot has happened.

First, she left her parents house as soon as she got to Seattle (2 days, to be exact). She moved in with Stone, and one of his band members, Jeff. Second, she chopped all her hair off, which wasn’t really her idea, more Jeff’s ideas but hey, at least now she looks cool. Third, shes taking her dream of becoming a guitarist more seriously, going around and jamming out with different people. She met this sick ass fucken singer named Layne, so she’s been trying to convince him to join her band.

And no, she hasn’t touched another needle since she left LA. And another no, she hasn’t spoken to Duff since the incident.

But she has talked to Fru, telling him everything that happened. He’s told her that guns is still together, which she was relived to hear. As for him, he’s just joined the Red Hot Chili Peppers, which made Y/n very excited for him.

“So you haven’t spoken to him since?” Andrew asked her.

“I keep telling her to, but she doesn’t have the balls to call him” Stone remarked.

“Cut me some slack- I just don’t know what to say” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“I say you call him” Jeff quipped

Y/n felt her heard drop “Right now?”

“Well yea, you can’t avoid him forever” Andrew said.

“Fuck- Okay fine” Y/n said abruptly, standing up and heading towards Andrews phone.

“FINALLY!” Stone yelled out.

Y/n took a deep breath in as she dialed in Duffs number, hoping he wasn’t home, but also hoping he was.

Hearing the phone ring a few more times, she turned to look at her friends, “What the fuck do i say if he answers?” She asked

They all shrugged, “Hello maybe?” Jeff said before they all laughed.

Y/n rolled her eyes, before feeling her heart drop as she heard the voice on the other end.

“Hello?” She heard, recognizing the voice

She cleared her throat, “Hey- is Duff home?”

“Y/n?” The voice said, quietly.

“Slash” She said

“Holy shit Y/n” He said again

“Yea it’s- it’s me” She stuttered out

“How um- how are you?” Slash said.

“I’m good” She hummed, hearing other voices in the background growing louder.

“That’s good- look i just wanna apologize for wha-” Slash started, getting cut off by Y/n

“It’s okay Slash” She said, taking in a breath, “So um- is Duff home?”

“Yea- he is” Slash said

Y/n heard mumbling on the other end, a little more like arguing before the voice of her brothers appeared.

“Y/n?” He said

“The one and only” She nervously joked

“Glad to hear you’re alive” Duff said “Heard you moved out”

“Yea, i did” She twirled the phone cord with her finger “Glad to hear guns is still together” she said.

“Almost killed Slash but, as you heard i didn’t.”

Y/n let out a nervous laugh, “Yea um- Sorry about y’know, everything”

“It’s cool” He said, and she could just imagine him shrugging on the other end.

“Okay- cool. Yea” She awkwardly said.

“So how’s seattle?” Duff asked nonchalantly

“It’s good, raining like a bitch though” She said

She heard her brother let out a laugh, “Not surprising”

She smiled “Yea-”

“Y/N WE GOTTA GO!” Stone yelled out

“Who was that?” Duff asked

“My roommate- look I gotta go Duff, I’ll call you another time” She said

“Okay well, talk to you later Y/n” Duff said

Y/n hung up the phone before looking over at Stone, “What was that about?” She asked

“We gotta go to Laynes remember? convince him to join your band” Stone said

“Oh yea, hey you still have the number of that one drummer, what was his fucken name… Sean?” Y/n asked

“Hell yea i do” Stone smiled at her as they all walked out of Andrews place.

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THE END!!!!!

Sorry if this ending was short- just wanted to fill you guys on what happened when Y/n got back to seattle.

I hope you guys enjoyed this fic, and the ending. Thank you all for sticking around!!!! Im honestly so sad i finished it 🙁🙁🙁

till next time, xxxgnrbitch

Tagged: @hoodiesandicedcoffee - @eddiiiieeee - @alysais2cool

[ask-dtrain]

Hey Rain!Do u like reading,listening to music,or anything else?

He has been asked about Him enjoying reading before!

MV!Mettaton belongs to @tatatale of course <3

Rain admires him a lot! (How could anyone not, Mettaton's are so cool) Also likes to watch his shows!

He probably has heard the song a thousand times. Maybe. A bored person who lived alone has done a lot to entertain himself.

Also...

Yeah he sings to himself too. The echo flowers will give him away, though, heh.

If I had to put it in some way, I'd say his voice is rather quiet and soft but strong enough. He's not an exceptional singer but he can have fun with it and not be awful.

[monoumysteries]

Genshin oc.

I still have a little tweaks and stuff i need to flatten out containing her character information but this is what i have at the moment! Plus voicelines.

Hello; "Woah, hey There! You look like a fun one to party with. Im Mirika. Number one prankster in all of mondstadt!"

Chat: Pranks; " Theres nothing like playing a good ol trick on a close friend!"

Chat: Prank gone wrong; "Haha.. Yeah, its always a bit awkward when someone gets a bit angry at ya. But hey, one day they'll look back at it and say "Hey! That was kinda funny afterall.."

Chat: Exploring; "..Ahh, mondstadt is always a great place to explore!"

When Lightning strikes; "Woah!! Careful, that one definitely almost hit ya--"

When the sun is out; "Perfect timing, why dont we go for that walk now, ay?"

When it rains; "Maybe we should head inside, its getting.. pretty wet dont you think?"

When the wind is blowing; "This breeze would of been way better if we were on a mountain.. we should go!"

Good morning; "Morning! How you feel about some Mora Meat to start off the day?"

Good afternoon; "Hey! You wanna hunt with me before the sun goes down, im in the mood for some boar!"

Good evening: "Phew, well that was fun! Im exhausted, wanna talk to Kathryn and check the commissions for tomorrow?"

Good Night: "Huh? Oh, Your heading out? Well, have a good rest! I had fun today, lets go out some more tomorrow!"

About Mirika: shenanigans "Wanna know my favorite prank to pull? Classic waterbucket on a door. A little water will never hurt anyone. But Haha.. alot of people don't like that one for some reason"

About Mirika: indecisiveness; "Ugh, you know its so hard to pick something. Like why choose between Mora Meat and salmon! Why cant i just have both?"

About the vision; "in all Honesty, when i first got my vision, i thought the gods gave it to me out of pity. I mean, me? A vision? I didnt want to use it.. but eventually i realized such gods wouldnt do such a thing. So im indeed greatful for the power they trusted me with!"

Something to share. "i love to climb mountains or sit in trees. It makes me feel super powerful. And it gives me the feeling i could do anything! Like.. a sense of authority or confidence! When we go out next time wanna come with me to my most favorite spots?"

Interesting things: "im a pretty big eater! Ive won 3 Eating competitions, last year, you know!

Alot people wonder how i stay fit and eat so much. Its probably because im always up and about! Its also probably the reason i get hungry so fast.."

About bennett; "Bennett? Oh Bennett is one of my best buds! We go on aventures together, we climb together, we eat alot of meat together, hes so fun! And i consider his unluck, to be really lucky. It makes the adventure unforgettable and Unpredictable!

About Venti: "Hes pretty cool, a free spirit and always knows what to do in a tough situation! Sometimes i dont know how he keeps a smile on his face. Not to mention hes an amazing singer and poet! He tells the most interesting of stories!

Both he and i know, that the danger in adventuring is what makes it so fun!"

About klee: "Shes adorable, and definitely has the spirit to be an adventurer. Though she definitely needs to work on where and how she should use her bombs.. now She is the definition of Unpredictable.."

About barbara: "Barbara scares me a little-- she's definitely one i wouldnt prank too often. She gets scared that ill one day mess up the cathedral.

Though besides that shes always willing to help whenever i have an injury, shes calm, gentle and very nice! Whats not to love..?"

More about mirika: l; "Oh, Me? Well, theres nothing to special about me. Im just a young adventurer looking for something fulfilling in my life. Dont take my charm and looks for granted, stay a couple feet away or you might fall into one of my tricks. Ahah."

More about Mirika: ll; "Hmm, well i dont really remember much about my younger days. I suppose i dont remember, because im not too fond of thinking about it.. luckily All i need is my brother and friends! Think more about the future rather then dwelling on the past is what i say!"

Mirika's Hobbies: "Well, cooking is definitely one of my specialties, its fo much fun to sit at an open fire and make some delicious food. Its definitely something you need to know how to do if your gonna be an adventurer!"

Mirika's troubles: "Ah well. It can be very disappointing, when i come home without anything in hand.. its so frustrating to spend so much time and energy into hoping to find something cool! But then.. your disappointed. Luckily, it gives me an excuse to go home. Mondstadt id always a place of happiness so no worried right?"

Favorite food: "Meat and fish! Meat is so fulfilling and you can make so many amazing dishes with it! Fish is also super similar, i typically prefer freshly cooked salmon, with delicious crunchy skin! Mmm thinking about it makes me hungry!"

Least favorite food.: "well.. im not a big fan of mushrooms. Im not a fan of the allmighty mushroom skewers.. Though, the Matsutake meatrolls can sure fill my hunger!"

[remingtonisleithal]

Vic Fuentes x reader angst??

Sorry it took a bit!! I hope this is OK :)

i might make a series with this? I'm not sure.

Hell Over Me

Pairing: Vic Fuentes x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING suicidal ideation, self harm, alcoholism. It's super angsty but with a happy ending because I can't handle sad endings (though the ending is mildly crappy I wasn't sure how to finish it.)

Summary: After a nasty break up the reader is suicidal, but Vic manages to save her in time.

Author's Note: This does have a happy ending, and please do not read if it will trigger you!! Look after yourself, and I hope you enjoy :) if you like this, please reblog! xo Also thank you to @smiling-girl for proof-reading!

Days had passed without a second of comfort, the nights without a moment of sleep. What are you supposed to do when you break the heart of someone who means so much to you? When you break your own heart? When you fear your heart is beyond repair?

It had been 2 days since Y/N left. She'd never forget the way her hand fell out of his. His voice, barely above a whisper, “please”. The way it rained, the sky crying with her.

She took a ragged breath and wiped her tearless eyes. Maybe she had spent all her tears on him too fast, and now it was over, there were no more tears to cry. Nothing. Just the twinge of pain that comes from an empty soul. Standing up, she wandered her dark apartment to the kitchen, haunting her own house as though she was one of the ghosts in her head herself.

The tequila burnt her throat, but she gulped down more shots straight from the bottle. Hating the taste. Loving the memories. Praying to forget them. All it took after was a lolly to settle her stomach. Meals are overrated, after all, and the lollies should mask the scent. She hoped at least.

The music wasn't loud enough to drown out the voices in her head, but just loud enough to ease her pain and not wake her roommate. She wanted to be alone, but since she wasn't able to, this was the next best thing. The flashing of the music video on the TV gave her comfort, and she had a terrible, brilliant thought. All things come to an end. And it's not like people expected her to be OK. Everyone thought she was going to die. Maybe this time it would work.

She drank more. With enough alcohol she could forget, or at least sleep. But the damn bottle was stuck, and she wasn't drinking more tequila, that stuff was nasty. Or maybe it was nasty because of the last time she drank it?

Without thinking, Y/N scratched her arm, the clothing of her sleeves gently rubbing against a scab. That's when it hit her. Once more. She was fighting herself. She was clean for a few days. She could make it. She needed the blood dripping down her arm, the sting of relief. NO. No she couldn't, wouldn't. She needed to...

Y/N sat down. She picked up her pocket knife. It was going blunt, but after enough pressure it would do enough damage. She felt the cool metal on her skin when the song on YouTube changed.

Do you know,

I could your heart beats before you sleep?

I grind my fingernails to bone,

Bulls In The Bronx, by her favourite band, Pierce the Veil. Well of course they were her favourite band. Her boyfri- ex, was the singer.

But he was her best friend too. He'd hate it if he knew she was cutting again. Then again, what the fuck, he wasn't going to see. She had to do something. She wasn't getting better, she wasn't healing, hell, she was meant to be broken. She couldn't do it. She needed to go. She needed to get away, away, away.

She threw her shoes on and ran out the door, not bothering to get her keys. It didn't matter. Nothing did. And she ran. She ran until her lungs burnt and she ran some more. She ran until her legs threw her to the ground, and she wasn't puffing anymore, but sobbing hysterically.

When Y/N finally caught her breath, she looked around her surroundings. She was on a bridge, just off the deserted highway. She stepped closer to the railing. The cold air froze her, as she stood against the railing. Her mind raced with the thoughts of how easy it would be to crawl over. To jump. She could fly before she falls... It would all be over.

But she wouldn't go without a word. She promised Vic she would say goodbye if she ever tries one more time. So she pulled out her phone. Straight to voicemail. Well, she thought, maybe it's better this way. I'm not sure I'd have answered either.

“Uh, hey, Vic, it's me. Y/N,” Vic listened to the love of his life's voice break on the other end of the phone. “I, uh. You said to call you. If it ever gets this bad again. So that's what I'm doing. I guess you're busy though,” Vic felt his heart drop in his chest. “I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you. I know you're better off without me, even if you tell me otherwise, I'm just not good for you OK? I'm too broken. I guess I need to say I'm sorry for the pain I will cause, too. I'm a bad person. I always hurt people anyway, but maybe I won't hurt you anymore after this.” her voice cracked, and she sounded high pitched as she said “I'm sorry. I still love you. I always will. It's not your fault, OK? I just. I'm not that strong anymore. I'm sorry. Goodbye, Vic.” the voicemail ended, and Vic felt like he was about to throw up. He grabbed his car keys and started to drive without even thinking where he was going.

Y/N hung up. She took a deep breath in. The wind rustled around her, and she felt the kind of peace that only comes with finality. This was how it was going to be.

She started to climb the railing, when she realised her phone was ringing. On autopilot, she pulled out her phone and checked the screen.

Vic.

She didn't want to answer, didn't want to face any of it. But he deserved a real goodbye. She answered the phone and before she could say “I'm sorry” Vic spoke first.

“Y/N listen to me where are you??” The concern was thick in his voice and Y/N could hear the car running over the phone.

“Ah, the bridge, down from the park with the chip shop.” Y/N answered before she could stop herself. It was too hard to say no to Vic. She didn't want to face reality. She wanted it all to end. Still, she stepped away from the ledge and sat on the curb, waiting anxiously and hoping for the courage to jump or live. Anything was better than this hell.

The air was cold but Vic felt no such ice as he stopped the car in the middle of the deserted bridge, getting out and running to meet Y/N. When he got close he didn't break his stride, merely crashed into her in a tight hug. It was like he squeezed all the pain and horror out of her, and left Y/N with only the feeling of her favourite person around her. She wished once more to apologise, to get back together. But she felt maybe she wasn't meant for love.

Vic pulled his head away to look at Y/N, still arms tight around her waist.

“NEVER do that again, do you understand?” He searched her eyes. Y/N looked away. “Please,” he said, voice shaking, “please don't leave me. I can't lose you.”

Y/N didn't trust her voice to respond, so instead snuggled her head tight into his chest, leaving tear stains on his shirt.

“I'm so sorry Vic, I'm so sorry.” She cried into his chest, and he pulled her impossibly closer, tears streaming down his own face.

“It's OK, Y/N. It's OK. I'm here, OK?” He said, drawing circles on her back with his thumb. “I love you. I'm always here for you. Just please, don't go.”

They stood there shaking and crying into each other's arms, relieved, scared, a million emotions battling inside them. Vic was the first to break.

“I heard your voice mail,” he said softly. “All of it. I want you to know-”

“Please, don't say it, don't say anything. I don't want to take you down with me.” Y/N interrupted.

Vic ignored this.

“Y/N. I love you. And I'd rather be in hell with you than in heaven without.”

Vic brushed stray hairs out of Y/N's face, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, which Y/N returned.

The rest of the night was spent at Vic's house, talking, kissing and enjoying each other.

Taglist: @fedorable-killjoys @sab-falco @charlie-rulerofhell @smiling-girl if you want to be on my taglist, off my taglist or I've forgotten you, please let me know!! Thanks for reading :)

[erigold13261]

📢Psychonauts NSR AU Observations, Chapter 4: Natura District📢

Mangroove Nursery

Milla: These Mangroove plants use to be everywhere! But now they became rare… even the nurseries like this one are going extinct too.

Sasha: Mangrooves are tropical plants that used to line the island and dance with natives. Now these plants are going extinct thanks to people cutting them down into instruments and tools for tourists. The only good thing is that they bring joy to people.

Master of the Woodwind

Milla: “In honor of Master Parsley of the North, whose songs rustles against the winter wind, reminding us of who we are.” Wow, poetic.

Sasha: Parsley, man… what a mysterious man he was. He is truly an artist of the woodwind. They say that his icy-cold stare could literally freeze someone. Yikes.

Old Wax Cylinders

Milla: What is the point of wax cylinders when no one knows what to do with them? Answer? No clue. I bet Sasha would love one of these… wax cylinders.

Sasha: It’s an old phonograph cylinder! They still exist! I wonder how much they cost today?

Master of the Percussion

Milla: “In honor of Master Thyme of the West, whose songs echoed falled within the earth.” Does Sasha know who he is?

Sasha: Master Thyme? I remember that he performed here once. But the fact that he won an award here? I didn’t think of that!

Master of the Brass

Milla: “In honor of Master Rosemary of the South, whose trumpets brought the fires of life in our hearts like summer. For they had bring joy in our hearts.” Too. Much. Info for something like this.

Sasha: Master Rosemary was such great player on the trumpet. Heard that she is now in charge of her own brand of brass instruments.

Master of the Strings

Milla: “In honor of Master Sage of the East, who’s strings tug the hearts of people like rain in spring.” Master Sage sounds like a cool name for a rockstar.

Sasha: Master Sage? As in the Sage Salvia? She was great at performances in Vinyl City. She was pretty great at playing the guitar with only one arm.

Mandrake Promo (Fan-Made)

Milla: ‘Mandrake’? As in, the Mandrake! He’s still performing? He’s only 20 yet he has the voice of a boy band member! How does he still sound young?

Sasha: Oh no, Mandrake is performing? Great, better get some earplugs if I’m going to head to his concerts… …by force.

Prodigy Milk Promo (Fan-Made)

Milla: “Prodigy Milk”? Really? They really gotta think of a better name for this. Cause saying that out loud just sounds… disgusting.

Sasha: Lili only does sponsor of healthy organic produce such as milk. Though… the companies that she support could use some help for names.

Summerdream Album (Fan-Made)

Milla: Oh HELL no, not this. I may hate EDM, but I DESPISE opera. I have no idea how people can not crack when they sing like this. If I ever since opera, I would hide in my home for 2 months. I HATE. OPERA!

Sasha: Oh no, better not let Milla see this. She will be peeved. For real. Last time I saw her stare at an Opera album like this… we got a 3 month ban.

Rat Tracks (Fan-Made)

Milla: Eww! Why would Lili, a musical prodigy that specializes in classic music would allow tracks like these?

Sasha: Rats are common here in Natura. Surprisingly, they’re not nuisances but rather comfort. I’m guessing Lili’s involved?

Audie O. and PSI-King-Branded Flowers (Fan-Made)

Milla: OMG! IT’S A BOUQUET OF ROSES SPONSORED BY AUDIE O. AND PSI-KING! OH MY GOD I WANT THEM! I WANT THEM!

Sasha: Audie O. the drummer and PSI-King the singer often did sponsors together. This also highlighted that the two were in love with each-other.

[strongfuck]

ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE? Normally, Rhys just smells clean whenever he’s able to be. He showers regularly and is pretty meticulous about his grooming in general (if he doesn’t shave everyday, he’s got a stubbly beard the next day), and while he makes sure to use deodorant often, he doesn’t slather it on like butter, so at most there’s just a hint of it. When he’s meeting important people or dealing with other professional-esque situations, though, he buys a similarly clean and refreshing men’s cologne, often with a hint of citrus. If he’s going on a date, the man is most certainly wearing some gentle baby cologne-- “rain cloud” or some other scent like that. He just finds them nicer for the senses in general than bolder men’s colognes, that’s all.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE? Rhys’ flesh hand is rough from years of hard work growing up and even more years of hard work as an adult, what with how often he dealt with engineering, mechanics, and other heavily tinker-related duties at university and at Hyperion. The pads of his fingers are callused from his recreational guitar playing, and his fingers are long from childhood years playing piano at the town church down on Amalthea. His cybernetic hand, meanwhile, is metal-smooth in texture, and contrary to popular belief actually runs pretty similarly to a human temperature instead of being cold. It isn’t soft like a hand is, of course, and you can feel the ridges of plating and panelling, but because of bleeding edge temperature regulation, it can be whatever temperature Rhys wants. He tends to go for “a simulation of normal human temperature based on the rest of me”.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY? Everything. Anything. If Rhys is rushing and nobody is there to remind him otherwise, he’ll spend a day eating nothing but fastfood, chips, and other easily accessible things. He could have a personal chef at work, but why waste the expense when he can just walk outside to the nearest burger joint and eat something way cheaper? That said, though, if he has the time he does like to try new things and cook them. Food’s a fun experience for him, and being a cyborg means he can make any recipe perfectly as long as he has the ingredients and correct instructions for them. He doesn’t have any “comfort” food, per se, but his favourite carb is dough of any kind, and the food he eats the most of as far as cooking is concerned are dumplings filled with savoury meat.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE? Rhys can sing on-tune, and he’s more a quiet singer than a belter if it’s up to preference, but he’s not polished or especially superstar-esque with it. He’s not likely to sing for other people willy-nilly unless it’s karaoke night with friends (or at Atlas holiday parties). I’m also gonna link Troy Baker casually singing because the dude’s his voice actor, but that’s also more or less how it goes.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? Sometimes, very rarely, he’ll smoke cigarettes. He obsessively tracks the nicotine in his body all the while with his cybernetics, though, so it doesn’t help him calm down as much as it theoretically should. Drinking is also virtually useless, because Rhys’ cybernetics burn the alcohol in his body quickly, so he doesn’t bother with that. He might eat too much ice cream, though. As far as nervous ticks go, Rhys has a tendency to stammer when he’s nervous or rub the side of his neck, or run his fingers through his hair to calm himself down.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR? When Rhys is at work, he puts on the image of the clean, corporate guy, who also doubles as Your Cool Boss. He likes to wear colours that suit the aesthetic of his work; with Hyperion, he had loud yellows and blues to stand out and stay in line with Hyperion trends, and with Atlas, he wears a deeper blue colour and a vivid, red tie. While he’s not too pressed about looking extremely neat with his clothing (his tie can be askew here and there, or he’ll forget to tuck some of his shirt into his pants), he does try to have some semblance of neatness. In private situations or at home, Rhys has an almost entirely different aesthetic-- he likes earthy colours, or simpler neutrals, and actually isn’t a huge fan of sticking out. Comfort always beats style to him, and he’s not immune to keeping “ugly” clothing around if it has sentimental value to him. Regardless of the situation, though, he likes to roll his sleeves up, and if he’s able to, then he’ll pop the top button of his shirts, too.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO? Yes! Rhys isn’t afraid of showing his appreciation of others, and can do so whether through verbal praise, high-fives, fistbumps, hugs (one-armed or two-armed), and the whole shebang. He loves his friends dearly, especially those that’ve made it into his inner circle, and is loyal to a fault, and he can forgive almost anything. In terms of romantic relationships, he most certainly has to be told to stop if a partner doesn’t want him to touch and kiss them often, since he likes to do both quite liberally. (He also, in an embarrassing show of territoriality, likes to leave marks if he’s given permission to, and will abuse this privilege if given free reign. You’re welcome to interpret this as you like, because any possibilities you can think of probably fall under the umbrella.)

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN? On his back, because he’s insane (also it’s good for his back). Rhys will also sleep on his side if he has someone to spoon because he’s clingy.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? If he’s talking? Probably, albeit muffled, since he tries not to yell much if he can help it. If he’s not speaking, though, it depends-- he doesn’t work hard to be silent unless the situation calls for it, but he’s not excessively loud, either. He walks like a normal guy and his shoes are pretty normal, so the sound of his walking’s normal, too.

tagged: @manaborn​ i feel like u and me are gonna be the “did we just become best friends?” gif real soon tagging: @munro-of-europa​, @therelignedstars​, @phaseshiftings​, @micsmasmuses​ (angel), @general-kalani​ (knoxx so u can develop him more hehe), @love-seared​, @irrfahrer​, @protodroid​, @lowerqualityrp​ (maya), @auroradicit​ (kalma... or theia if u want. Both?)

[lieblingspulli]

Love Is Meant to Be Kept : BTS

Love Is Meant To Be Kept : BTS

W.C: 1.4k

Yoongi X Reader

Summary: Someone is a little insecure today and their partner comes to the rescue with a little dancing and a lot of love <3

Masterlist

BTS Masterlist

A/N: So. I said I was gonna write all my prompts and stuff before August ended but here we are. :) I don’t wanna give excuses but tbh, this is just tumblr and am I gonna die if I don’t post for a while? No. I’ve had a lot going on having a quarter life crisis so here is my apology and comfort piece for you if you also are going through it right now. Thanks for all the support you all give me despite my sporadic posting!!! Seriously, seeing your likes and reblogs makes my day so much better. I see you all and love you <3333 . 

P.S. This post is inspired by my favorite singers such as Etta James, Billie Holiday, and Ella Fitzgerald. If you wanna put some ambience on, I suggest listening to some of these amazing Jazz singers!

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You were walking through the park today for your evening stroll when you spotted an old couple feeding ducks together. The evening wasn’t anything special in particular, in fact it was like every other day you walked in Olympic park. The sky was moderately clear, the weather nice and cool due to it being the end of summer and start of the Autumn season. Everyone was beginning to come out more because the humidity was lessening by the day.  Even though it occasionally rained, you still walked the path every single evening before Yoongi came back from his studio and you made dinner. It gave you a chance to actually see the outside world before coming back to your little one in the living room. 

Being a producer yourself was hard enough as it is, but dating one and a global superstar at that was beyond hard you had to admit. Time was limited for your own enjoyment, let alone your time for each other, but you still made time. Yoongi actively made the choice to be there for you at your worst and at your best, so you did the same for him, giving him as much as you could at all times. These walks let you recharge from the day's work and get mentally ready for your evening of relaxation. Despite what everyone says, relaxation takes some time to prepare for too. 

As you study the old couple bicker and laugh over which slice of lettuce should go to which duck or swan, you try to picture yourself and Yoongi in their place. You imagine him contently watching you crouch by the shore of the pond and feed the ducks as he sits on a bench holding the bag of food. Yoongi is such a passive being that you can only picture him occasionally jokingly complain about how cold it's getting, or just simply zoning out and watching you be. You smile at the thought of Yoongi growing old with you and existing with you so far into the future. 

These thoughts stay with you as you circle back to your starting point and see many other people bike past you and see parents with their children on bikes. You stay on the walking path and observe how easy it is for others to exist in their family’s company. 

With the sun setting you continue back to your apartment, straying away from the park path and keeping an eye on the time. Yoongi should just about be done with his day’s work if it's a normal day. Sometimes he stays late, sometimes he finishes early. You walk with ease past the convenience store where you usually get late night ice cream. 

Just as you open the door and take off your shoes, you hear some footsteps down the corridor and the loving words you hear every evening. 

“I’m home early, how was your day?” Yoongi walks up to you and encircles you in a warm hug. He seems mildly tired as his shoulders relax against your hands. You smile into his embrace before looking up and into his eyes. 

“The team rejected my song today. They want a more upbeat title track and said mine was suited better for a B-side and for a different concept. Basically putting it into the trash is what they did.” You frown at him and try to copy his signature flat mouthed frown. He automatically does the face and huffs. 

“Hey, that doesn’t mean it isn’t good though. They do that to me all the time, it’s okay.” 

You pouted and snuggled into his shoulder. 

“You don’t even bring like ninety percent of your work to the team though.” 

“Hey,” Yoongi rubs your shoulder and molds into your figure. “It’s not about what I don’t show them. It’s about what I do show them because I think my work might fit and it doesn’t. Not everything works out how we want it to. I’m sorry Jagi.” He pushes you away and holds you at arms length. 

“Let me listen to what you gave them.” 

“What?” 

“You heard me. I wanna see what they rejected.” 

“Yoongi..” 

“Please? I’m sure it’s amazing.” 

“I’m not sure.” 

Yoongi intently gazed into your eyes and cracked a smile. He knew the smile broke you. 

“Fine. Let me get my laptop.” 

Yoongi firmly nodded and sauntered over to the couch where his water bottle waited for him. You fished your laptop out from the bag next to the kitchen table and laid it out before you as you sat on the couch into Yoongi’s open arm. 

As you pressed play, you thought of the old couple you saw earlier and realized that maybe the old man had been comforting his wife after a bad day. Maybe he wanted to take his wife on a special day of relaxation. Here, Yoongi was trying to do the same thing, except with some validation sprinkled in. 

You listened to the song and immediately thought of what management had said about it. It sounded too much like a cheesy love song, and not enough about an exciting summer fling. The song gave too much hopeless romance and not enough fiery passion. You frowned as the demo ended, not even looking up at your boyfriend for a response. 

A pause ensued. 

“I think this is one of your best yet.” Yoongi looked at you, looking at your screen. You were about to close the tab when Yoongi quickly grabbed you hand and snatched the laptop. 

“Hey! I was gonna-” 

“You were going to close it, I know.” He said as a matter of fact. Yoongi placed the laptop on the coffee table, pressed play again and got up, extending a hand to you. 

You looked back up at him, bewildered. 

“Oh come on, its your song, don’t tell me you won’t dance to it!” Yoongi groaned and stubbornly motioned his open hand to you, before huffing and pulling you up into his arms. 

“I didn’t pen you to be such an enthusiastic dancer babe.” You giggled and he huffed annoyingly as he began to sway to the music. You pressed closer into him and rested your head on his shoulder. 

“I really meant what I said. The production of this song is really really good. Amazing even.” He whispered over the song. 

“Thank you Yoongi. Management doesn’t think so.” You pouted. 

“Hey, it doesn’t matter what management says. Think of this as a personal best, like a personal record on a run or something.” 

“You don’t even run.” 

“Shut up, that’s besides the point.” 

You giggled and he suddenly twirled you, leaving you in an even more breathless giggle. 

As you settled into his movement and the song ended, the silence felt warm and inviting. You stared into Yoongi’s soft eyes and he lovingly gazed back into yours. 

“I’m so glad you have beautiful eyes.” You smiled. He looked taken back as if he had taken offense. 

“Are you telling me you wouldn’t love me if I had ugly eyes?” He laughed and his eyes creased a bit. You shook your head and faked innocence. 

“Absolutely not what I was trying to say! I just love your eyes. I fell in love with them as soon as I saw you. Like a sign almost. This is my person.” 

“Yah, that’s so cheesy!” He snickered. You rolled your eyes. 

“Seriously though, I love you. I want to keep you forever with me because I do.” You kissed his cheek and he continued to sway with you to an imaginary beat. 

“You wanna know something?” 

“What?” You whispered.

“My love for you is meant to be kept. Keep it with you always. Whatever I give, is meant for only you.” Yoongi looked at you before softly kissing your lips.  

“Hey, now you’re being cheesy!” You smiled and kissed him back. 

Just then your stomach rumbled and you both stopped dancing. 

“That sounds like our cue to eat some takeout?” 

“Yoongi, you know I could never say no to takeout.” 

Yoongi silently celebrated and you shook your head. 

“You have to order though.” 

Yoongi stopped and frowned. “What? Come on.” 

“It’s your fault for being so hopelessly romantic. I’m gonna go shower now.” You quickly stepped away and sprinted for the bedroom. 

“Hey!” Was all you heard as you closed the bathroom door behind you, knowing Yoongi would absolutely order the takeout and probably even set the table too. 

-

[recordbodycount]

tell me. about pavement. i always want new things to listen to

ohhh my god yes of course absolutely. i could give probably a whole presentation on this band they have been my biggest hyperfixation for the past like 6 months . i' i am going to attempt to format this so i don't go completely off track. take this as my personal guide to getting into them i guess. something like that

also beware you are poking the autism bear right now (affectionate)

okay first of all little bit of pre-ambling in terms of like. the musical background of the band. pavement is in a wonderful awkward spot where they don't really fit into a good sized genre, just like one huge genre (alt rock, which is like the broadest classification ever now) and a weird niche one that includes them and like, four other bands (slacker rock). but genres are not the point with them. they take more of a free creative route to writing songs, there's actually a pretty cool video with the band talking about their process when it comes to coming up with new material. to say the least, a lot of it is somewhat improv-ed. for an easier run-down of what's in their music they have a lot of fuzzy and jangly guitars, a lot of their songs are entirely nonsensical word association based lyrics. pavement is a band that really does kind of just sound like five guys jamming out in their basement, this is a good thing for some and that some is me

NOW onto the recommendations. i've got two different paths you could take to start listening to them based on just prior experience with pavement-like music. i'm being album focused with this because woo! albums

if you like kind of messier, dirtier lo-fi stuff i recommend starting with their first lp, slanted and enchanted, and just going chronologically through their discog from there (skip westing during this though because it's mostly really noisy b-sides and outtakes and stuff, spotify just lists it as a full album)

if you're more acclimated to just 90s alt rock in general though, i recommend starting with crooked rain, crooked rain. it's much more accessible for a wider audience and has most of their 'hits'. from there i'd go to brighten the corners, and after that maybe just listen to a song or two from other albums and see which one you'd like to listen to most :)

my personal favourite pavement album is wowee zowee, though i don't particularly recommend it as a first pavement album. it's 18 tracks long, and definitely their weirdest record, but it's really fantastic, and i think just the pure creative fun in their music really comes out in that album

stephen malkmus (the lead singer, guitarist, and song-writer) also has a bunch of solo stuff that's really good. he was also apart of the silver jews for awhile along with the drummer of pavement (bob nastovich), and the album they worked on with that band, starlite walker is really good. definitely very jammy however

a few things before you listen to them if you do, though. don't try to analyse pavement lyrics, they oftentimes are just nonsense. in fact there's an entire song that just takes the piss out of people who do this. also pavement is a grower band, in the sense that for me and lot of other people, we weren't instantly hooked by the band, and it took a bit to kind of.. get it and *really* appreciate their stuff. that can be a turn off for some people for sure but they're absolutely worth the time

thankkk you for letting me rant at you abt these guys my appreciation for their music is on my brain a good 95% of the time just sloshing around in there

[magicmindless]

A hc list but it’s just Sue

Aka the other girlfriend

- She and Mary are the same age (32) but Mary was born 1 month before her

- Has a very attractive voice. Like, it’s calm, gentle, refined, almost sultry even… at least when she’s not angry

- She’s one hell of a singer

- Kinda acts like a teenager sometimes, being really sarcastic and making witty remarks at times not to mention her short temper

- To her underlings at Fluffmart, they see her as a scary older sister that you have to listen to and Sue sees them as a bunch of annoying younger siblings (most of them are queer teens or younger adults) but no one hurts them except for her

- She is indeed an older sister, having 2 younger twin brothers both 17 and still in high school

- Believe it or not, she doesn’t like hurting people (on most occasions) and will feel bad if she makes someone cry or genuinely upsets them on accident. (Especially if it’s Mary)

- She blushes easily when she’s embarrassed and god forbid anyone points it out

- She’s a good emotional support, being reliable when her friends need someone to talk to or listen to them and will stand up for them

- She was a really bad kid who constantly fought other children and threw tantrums though it was partially due to conditions about how her parents treated her (she wasn’t spoiled nor abused but it’s a bit complicated)

- Was a popular kid in high school. Not in the mean girl way, but she was chill and cool with most people and beat up bullies with her softball bat

- She isn’t super extroverted but she finds talking to people easy. She likes small talk and having in-depth conversations with people, almost anything will interest her

- Has amazing memory, especially if it’s something she heard (Edit: I learned this is called echotic memory and yeah that’s part of her memory that is really good, she can remember things she’s heard years ago)

- Random hc I decided to add because of the last thing but Sue can also memorize things she has read very well too. Like she word read a book in years and can still remember it word-by-word

- She knows how to bake and is pretty decent at it. She mostly bakes bread and cookies, but can bake a few other things

- She likes to read, her favorite genres being horror, thriller, and fantasy though she does prefer audiobooks more nowadays and often listens to them during her off time

-Romance is ok but it’s closer to being in her bottom 5 than top 5 favorite genres to read/watch

- She writes in a journal everyday, some entries are long and extensive while others are just “well, it rained”.

- Likes the thought of being more girly like wearing dresses and having nice makeup and hair. She’s even been given makeup and hair accessories from Mindy and Vicky

- She likes any shirt or dress with a collar

- She has a bellybutton piercing though not a lot of people know about it because she doesn’t wear crop tops or anything that exposes her stomach very often

[kylo-wrecked]

[ olive ]  what gives you the most inspiration for your muse(s)?

{ from the colourful interview meme }

🫒 Many, many things. These are but a few, concerning Music!Ben, who's on left-side front burner right now.

This list: What The Tabloids Said About Liam Gallagher [Oasis] in 1996

'Oasis wildman Liam Gallagher's face was contorted with fury as he rained vicious blows on reporter Sean O'Brien,' say the News of the World, whose journalist confronted the singer with a photo of him with 'a raven-haired beauty'. Liam apparently screamed, "I didn't snog no bird, man!" 

I can't believe Liam Gallagher is a real person.

And these:

Syd Barrett on Acid 1966

David Bowie high on coke

Miles Davis - About Kicking His Heroin Habit

Sublime - Bradley Nowell and Eric Wilson Backstage LasVegas 1995

Though some muns may have seen them before, these vids contain sensitive, potentially disturbing content, and I want to advise others to click at their own risk.

The content in these vids are invariably sad, riveting, never mind the parasocial aspect, the way we, the masses, engage in and create paratextual legends and sometimes steelman them.

I guess I'm also inspired by the ambiance of the men captured on film. Their movements. Their eyes. Have I seen those eyes before? Can I see with eyes like theirs? Have I? Then I go write Music!Ben and find out.

Bonus:

"It's been boring without me, hasn't it?" Liam Gallagher.

Mmm... things have gotten mighty chaotic since 1996, sweetie. That's kind of an unpleasant thought. Okay, cool! Thanks for the inspo, Liam, byeeeeee.

(am fascinated by the Brit Pop movement, am not Oasis fan. We draw the line at Champagne Supernova.)

@madxwonderland

[goatskickin]

Where did we leave our college students last time? Oh yes: Faith was cookin’ and lookin’ (for a husband), Bettina bagged a Dreamer warlock, and Tempe, against all odds, managed to kiss a girl.

As the semesters come and go, what have the Springs-Eternal kids gotten up to?

 Seeing has how she had a Popularity Secondary aspiration, Faith felt that she needed to put herself out there and make some new friends.

With the offerings at Brainia U being meager, Faith took a chance on Marsha Tse. If nothing else, Marsha’s a sucker for Faith’s cooking. And Faith loves a good compliment.

“Yuh! You haven’t tried a Spanish-fried flax egg? Bro, it will change your life.”

“I don’t think that’s - Marsha…are you high right now?

“Huhuhuhu, yuh!”

Marsha likes eating snacks and standing still. Truly, expectations for companionship are low.

Faith is happy to cook though. People who cook for others are kind!

Or so she tells herself.

“Faith, we should do this more often! Like, a teatime? But with an actual meal? Get in the habit of taking time to socialize and visit? A girl group power hour?”

“Hell yeah! I’ve been working on this lentil tofu that isn’t totally ass. I’m thinking some kind of creamy coconut milk curry soup thing to do with it…who else can we invite over?”

Bettina knows Marsha Tse from bubble-related hangs.

“Duuuude, can I like, borrow the computer? I totally spaced and my chemistry lab is due like, huh, today. Also, do you have a tampon?”

“Huh! Faith, who is ‘genesissprings-eternal@brainia.edu’? You have like, hella unread emails from this person.

“…Marsha…go to class.”

“Sooo…you wanna talk about how you got all smoochy smoochy with Skylar at karaoke yesterday?”

…

“…no, I do not. And I wasn’t.”

                        “What I remember is Kiera being pitchy.”

“Hahaha, stoppp…but she kinda was though...”

♫ Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair ♫

♫ With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring ♫

♫ Your voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you Jolene ♫

♫ He talks about you in his sleep ♫

♫ And there's nothing I can do to keep ♫

♫ From crying when he calls your name ♫

♫ Jolene ♫

…

“Bettina! Come on! We can do a duet for this next one.”

“Uh, okay…but I’m no singer…”

“This one is easy! Come on!”

“Ha, okay…”

♫ Life is a mystery Everyone must stand alone I hear you call my name And it feels like home ♫

♫ When you call my name, it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees ♫

♫ I wanna take you there ♫

♫ In the midnight hour, I can feel your power Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there ♫

♫ I hear your voice It's like an angel sighin' I have no choice I hear your voice Feels like flying ♫ – “Bettina, take your jacket off! Come on!”

“Ha! That’s not the words!”

♫ I close my eyes Oh God I think I'm fallin' Out of the sky I close my eyes Heaven help me ♫

♫ When you call my name, it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour, I can feel your power Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there ♫

“I remember Skylar grinning at us like a store mannequin while we were singing Like a Prayer…”

“And? And you remember him totally giving you lovey dovey eyes?!”

“Faith! Gosh, are you a contralto? That was great! You should be getting paid to sing like that.”

“Sorry, I know we don’t know each other well, but I had to say something…”

“Hm, well, I would say that I could be best compared to Karen Carpenter in terms of both range and emotionality in my voice….

…

…thanks.”

…

“Faith, you’d have made a much better Queen Gertrude in the spring showcase, rather than whoever that girl was that they had doing it…she had no, you know, gravitas? You do.”

“…um, wow. Thanks Skylar.”

“I can see it now Faith – you, Sky, total power couple, he’s supporting your dreams, you’re conquering the stage – “

“Bettinaaaaa, stop! I’m totally not serious about him!”

“He’s cool, but like, he’s just a friend, you know?”

“He’s cute I guess.”

“I mean like, he does have good taste. Clearly not an idiot.”

“But like, he’s just ‘some guy’ from Bluewater Village.”

“For my future, I need the perfect husband.”

“You’re so picky! Sky can’t be that man, Faith? I think you need to be more openminded…”

“Uh, guys? Um, like, the computer is making a funny…smell…um, I’m gonna finish my paper on paper …”

 Though Faith didn’t take her interaction with Skylar seriously, her talk with Bettina did get her thinking about what her life would be like once college was over.

Marriage was on the horizon, obviously.

 And moving back home of course. On another trip to campus, Faith and Bettina happen to run into another Pitstop Valley native - Benny Navajo.

…

“Hey Benny. Sorry about your dad. I heard from my mom.”

…

“Thanks.”

…

“Hi Faith.”

“Benny! Benny-man! Hi! How’s Brainia U’s big sports star?”

“Hm. You follow our basketball team Faith?”

“Totally. I totally knew what sport you played!

…

How are you?”

“Like, in general?”

“Yeah! In general! And in specific.”

“Um, fine, I guess. Got to go to my history lecture in an hour.”

“Cool, that is totally cool. History is so…like it’s a thing that happened. And we need to know about it. You know?”

“Um? Yeah, sure.”

“So, listen, when we all get back to Pitstop Valley…”

“Oh, I am not going back to Pitstop Valley.”

“HA! Ben! Benny, you’re funny. Anyway, when we get back to Pitstop – “

“I am not going back there Faith. I am staying here.”

“Benny! Ha! HA! What, are you going to do, stay at Brainia U forever? Be a super senior?”

“I dunno. Coach says if I take 15 more credits after senior year that I can do another semester at least.”

“Um, are you kidding Benny? Like – “

“Pitstop Valley is not a good place. It’s pretty shitty actually.”

“What do you mean?!”

“Well, we don’t have electricity, there’s only one store, anyone over 65 practically loses their mind, we can only use the phone one day a week, we don’t have a lot of – “

“Oh, is that all?! What, you wanna stay here because there’s pinball? And a movie theater?”

“…don’t be an asshole.”

“Fuck you! You don’t be an asshole.”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you too.”

“Look, my dad is dead. Candice left town with some new boyfriend the last I heard. And Cheyenne has Mercy.”

“Okay…what about Benji?”

“Fuck Benji. He works for the mob. Fuck the mob too.”

…

 “Move over.”

…

“So, what are you going to do then?”

“…I dunno. I can stay here. Or I can go anywhere. Maybe Downtown. I don’t know.”

“Downtown? Dangerous.”

“Whatever. Maybe it’s the right place for me. And you’ve never even been there, so you can’t even talk.”

“Like you have! How would you get there anyway?”

“I dunno. I’d figure it out.”

  Faith’s conversation with Benny gave her a lot to think about. Not go back to Pitstop Valley? Faith couldn’t imagine it.

Sure, there wouldn’t be the nice amenities like they had at Brainia U. But her parents were there.

Well, Justice was at least.

Besides, Pitstop Valley was a small nowhere town – the perfect backstory for star who came from nothing.

The nice thing about Brainia U though; Faith and Bettina often had the pleasure of running into friends on-campus. That was one aspect of university Faith would miss.

“You guys are so CUUUUUUTE!”

“Faith! Get lost, will ya.”

 Seb’s had been Bettina’s official boyfriend for some time now. Their relationship had a basis of a solid friendship. And they had magic in common as well.

While he’d been reluctant to share his magic training with Bettina, he was pleasantly surprised to find her a quick and eager study.

Nothing too crazy – a little spell here, a little charm there…

After all, it was likely that Bettina would follow her mother’s Good alignment, and possibly learn from her as well.

   Remy on the other hand, took different approach to magic than Seb. He wasn’t above pushing the envelope.

After having settled on Philosophy as a major, in addition to his studies, Remy’s belief was that writing the next teen/YA novel would set him on the path to security and fortune.

Much to the amusement of his twin.

“Okay, so, let me guess…teeny tiny female protagonist who is not like other girls, somehow knows kung-fu and then she’s forced to team up with the school bully/secret crush who is also a werewolf-"

“Shut up! That’s terrible. That’s not even a GOOD example of a bad YA novel.”

“Just you wait. The book I am going to write is going to be amazing. And it’s going to make me a lot of money.”

At least that is what Remy was telling himself.

Wade, while not being really big on school, finally decided on a major that suited him: Kinesiology.

Going to gym class several times a week with a little bit of science class sprinkled in suited him nicely.

And who knows? Maybe that extracurricular karate class would come in handy one of these days.

       At the boy’s house one snowy morning, Wade made the daft decision to shoo away a penguin from the yard right out of the shower.

Little did he know that it would lead to one of the most important days of his life.

Pengu: “BRRR! Indecent!”

A student known to everyone at Brainia U simply as ‘The Streaker’ happened to run past right as Wade was doing his shooing.

“AHHH!”

And Wade, outside and having already made one questionable decision that day, decided to make another.

He talked to her.

“Hey – “

“Wow! Outside in a towel?! Freeing right? The air is to totally crisp today!”

“….uh, heh, yeah! Sur-sure is! Um! Can I ask! What are you – “

“Oh yeah, ha! Totes didn’t mean to startle you if you saw me, but I just couldn't let this crisp and sunny day get away from me, you know? Totally exhilarating! You ever hear of barefoot running?”

“Uhhhh –“

“Wait! You’re in my Pilates class, yeah?”

“Uh…oh! Yea? I think? I’m in the front usually, so if you were behind me – “

“Dude! You give me like, golden retriever vibes, yeah? I like your style! What’s your sign? Do you know that penguin? Is it around your yard a lot?”

Pengu: “I am alarmed at what is transpiring here.”

Snowman: *judgmental and snowy agreement*

After helping her focus her attention, Wade invited the Streaker inside. Most people would find it cold to be outside in weather like that, after all.

Robin (her actual name) turned out to be a pretty interesting person.

She was also a Kinesiology major like Wade, with a focus in bodywork and massage therapy. She took up the habit of ‘frostrunning’ as she called it, to deal with anxiety her freshman year. She found it to be exhilarating and mood boosting, and she’d been hooked ever since.

Before the Fall, a college campus might have had a security team, one that would enforce rules against the kind of fast & naked exercise Robin had accustomed herself to.

But at Brainia U, her only real danger was that of falling on the ice or freezing to death. No other student had dared to approach her.

Except for Wade. He found her to be the most fascinating person he’d ever met.

“I’ll look out for you in class next time. Maybe you can show me that hip stretch you mentioned?”

“Sure!”

Remy’s interactions with girls were usually less…good. 

“…then we get to the tower, and the whole time we are following the protagonist – I still don’t have a name for him – and then suddenly at the top of the stairs, in her defense, the princess who has whipped the door wide open in anticipation, has the dagger, aimed right at his – “

“Puh-LEASE! Stop! That’s godawful!”

“Could you come up with something that’s even more pandering?! I mean my god; did you rip that right from the Chronicles of Pretentious Douchebags? Where is the female character’s agency?! Does this heroine have any friends? And what about the arch with the mourning dove? I mean were you going to forget about that entirely?!”

Luckily, there’s some other Brainia U students that are a little more easygoing.

“Howdy Faith! Any luck making friends with that personality?”

“Suck my butt, Bettina.”

*grumble*

“I can make other friends…”

      …

“…maybe talking to new people was a bad idea.”

“Hey! I am literally right here.”

“Well, Kiera, you’re being weird, and you needed to know.”

*sigh*

“I hate small talk…. but not everyone should get to know me on a deep level.

…

…how am I supposed to connect with anyone? I hate this! Everyone’s so dumb…but I want to be in a relationship...”

“It could be that you’re feeling overwhelmed about who to choose for the future. It’s a big decision.”

“Well, good point! I’d definitely want to be with someone who would kiss the ground I walk on!”

“Uh, okay…”

“Well, think about it. You need to be careful. A lot of people unconsciously look for partners that have the same traits and qualities as the people they grew up with. You know? Because those people feel familiar. But that’s not always a good choice, depending on your family and upbringing and all.”

“No offense dude, but have you even kissed anyone? Do you even know what you are talking about?”

“Geez. Sorry for trying to help.”

  Fortunately for Faith, there’s other people on campus who prove to be more receptive to her.

“Oi! Lambkin! What’s a lovely single lady like you doing here? You seem tense. I may be able to help you unburden your troubles…among other things…”

“Um!! I, uh…”

“Verily! Across the campus I’d seen ye, and I thought – “

“Hey Rasmus, fuck off. Don’t touch people. Go take a shower.”

“Lo! Our fiery leading lady! Faith the Fearless! What say – “

“Beat it Rasmus. What the fuck. Invest in deodorant.”

“Huh?”

“Hey, sorry about him.”

“Wha…what the…who was – “

“God, that’s just Rasmus. Theater majors, you know? Sorry, I’m a theater major too, but at least I have some restraint. We did A Christmas Carol last semester and Rasmus still hasn’t let go of his character and wears the costume all the time. What a creep, right?”

“Ohhhhh…okay that….that kinda makes sense…”

“What’s your name?”

“Hi, uh, Rebecca. Rebecca Beckett.”

“Rebecca Beckett. Becky Beckett! That’s cute! I like it. You wanna get some pizza?”

    Though Brainia U’s pool was roofless and unprotected from the year-round winter weather, some students didn’t mind a bracing dip. It was practically the only exercise that Faith would tolerate.

“Hey, you know, I was thinking about what you said, and…you’re full of shit.”

“…you were actually listening to me? Do you even know my name?”

“So, like, I want the opposite of whatever fucked up situation my parents have. That’s what I’ve always been looking for. But everyone’s so like, boring? Like, I’m looking for some spice.”

“You know, heat? Energy? Something interesting?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to get it.”

“Listen, I’m really not interested in whatever it is you’ve got going on. I was just making an observation. I’m in my capstone for Psychology, and you just seemed like you had a pretty obvious blind spot as far as emotional intelligence goes….sorry I got involved. Bye.”

*grumble*

“….what the fuck does he know…”

   Life continues to be a blur of eat-sleep-study-repeat until graduation day. And, the penguin is here.

Pengu: “How much longer must we wrestle with disrespectful treatment, brother?! HM?!”

Snowman: *agrees snowily*

With occasional other happenings.

“…I think that was Wade’s new girlfriend.

…

Um, wow.”

“Maybe that dick-idiot with the slicked-back red hair was kind of saying something...”

“Am I looking in the right places for a boyfriend? What am I even looking for?”

  And for once, Faith could not distract herself from her issues with cooking.

“Bettina! Are we out of my lentil tofu? The hell? Where is the rice I made on Tuesday?”

“Oh…yeah Temps was over to study with me for our history exam. I think he ate it.”

While on a trip to the store…

…while Faith stocks up on nutritional yeast and noodles…

…who does Bettina run into, but her beloved!

“Sebby!”

“Hi angel. Why are you out late?”

“Oh, the fridge was bare. How are you?”

“Babe, listen I’ve been thinking…”

“Ooh! Lower, there, thank you…”

“Babe, I’d like to do some more advanced magic.”

“Oh, would you now?

…

You still need to work on the firefly charm. 5 fireflies is not exactly multitudinous. You’re really supposed to –”

“That’s kid stuff! I want to do more!”

“Oh yeah, like what? Love spells? Stop time? Making things out of thin air? You know that’s Evil magic.”

“Not like thaaaat….exactly…”

“Bettina…”

“What! I just love it, okay? I feel powerful. I feel like I have a lot of catching up to do, you know? I just want to like, do some extra credit, to get to the next level.”

“Ha! There’s no need to rush. Magic is a life-long practice. Why are you trying to jump ahead?”

“Ugh, like, because! Please?!”

“Bettina, first, I don’t even study that myself. Second, your mother is not going to approve of me – “

“Oh my god, what does she even know! She – “

“She does know Bettina, that’s the thing. Romantic couples are not supposed to be partners in magic. She’s not going to approve of me, and she’s certainly not going to approve of any magic from you that isn’t above-board and Good.”

“We’re a romantic couple then? You like like me?”

“Shut up, haha. But you should really cushion the news for her. I’m serious. It’s not recommended that romantic couples partner in magic, as many have a tendency to break up. Statistically.”

“We are not going to break up.”

“I didn’t say that. I just said that statistically, it’s likely. We are adults. We have to be realistic.”

“Mhm! I love when you talk to me about stats. It’s romantic.”

“There’s always other things we can do together…things that use a different kind of magic…”

Ever needing ‘material’ for his YA novel, Remy manages to get his roommates to wander campus with him. 

  “…a chosen one arc? No….no, perhaps a soulmate thing, where they are BOTH the chosen ones…”

Seb and Temps are still thick as thieves. Tempe appreciates Seb’s analytical mind and sense of responsibility.

Someone must be the ‘dad’ of the group. If Wade and Tempe are the unsupervised toddlers.

*hurk*

“So, a Long Island Iced Tea doesn’t - *hurk*- have any tea in it at all?”

“Well, I wouldn’t know! Maybe you didn’t get it strong enough. Oh! I’ll order a double, and then maybe that’s how you would notice the tea flavor?”

“…Remy, let’s get these guys some carbs.”

*hurk* “But I ate some popcorn! I found it on the ground!”

“Seb, it looked fine! 5 second rule, yeah?”

“…yeah, food is a good idea.”

            Time for a change of scenery – pizza!

The beloved dad of the group isn’t exactly good at loosening up. But he tries.

The campus’s pizza place is a popular spot.

Faith likes it here too.

“What’s up virgins!”

Not deterred by his less-than-stellar previous interactions with girls, Remy keeps at it.

“I am going to go talk to that blond girl eating pizza.”

“Okay. You have something specific as an opener? Or do you know her at all?”

“No, but I got this. Trust me.”

Things start of innocuous enough…

“Oh my god! Hey! I was going to wear that same outfit tonight!”

“Ha? Ha!”

…and goes downhill very quickly.

“…no way could the epistolary nature of the book be captured in film, even if – “

“What?! So, you’re saying that the scene where he’s on the ship with the sirens, even if it was a dream – “

“Oh puh-lease, ‘even if it was a dream’ – what else would it be? A flashback?! A cheesy flashback with a misty cut?”

Remy gaze hasn’t left his navel long enough to realize that not everyone’s is on his wavelength.

“Hmph…maybe this isn’t the hangout for a…sapiosexual…like myself.”

“Less evolved girls just don’t ‘get’ me.”

At least Remy has his brother.

Also, if further proof was needed that Tempe has weird taste in girls…here is Becky Beckett, a cool girl who jokes about being pickpocketed and *winks* - but Tempe thinks she’s yucko.

Available girls could practically fall from the sky, and it’s like Tempe would not even notice.

Back at the boy’s house…

        “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH – oh, hi Robin…”

“Hi Sebastian!”

Robin the Streaker takes the opportunity to feel the breeze beneath her buttocks. And pay Wade a visit!

“Robin, in this cold and snowy world we live in…”

“… you could be the sunshine of my life.”

“Hahaha, Wade! Oh, you’re too sweet.”

With encouragement, Robin is able to put some clothes on. And Wade gets to know her better!

Wade discovers that she’s an extra social super playful extrovert!

Highly skilled…

And a Leo too – which makes a LOT of sense.

“I’ve never met anyone like you Wade! You’ve got a sick snowball throw, and a nice booty.”

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Robin! Want to go make a snowman?”

“Yeah!”

Awwwww.

Robin’s streaking has inspired at least one other person at Brainia U to pursue some new…freedoms of expression.

Yeah, yeah (I like it when the beat goes da na da na) (Baby, make my booty go da na da na) (Girl, I know I wanna show da na da na) baby That schlong sch-schlong, schlong, schlong I said I like the way, uh (baby, when the beat goes da na da na) Uh (baby, make my booty go da na da na) Baby (girl, I know I wanna show da na da na) (That schlong sch-schlong schlong, schlong) listen -

“Naked guy. Can I. Help you?”

“Jeez Red, you’re a tough crowd!”

“Well, you’re going to have to do better than waving your hog around if you want to impress me.”

 And that’s it for part 1! Part 2 coming soon!