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Therapy conversation
Dear Fandom, dear Mr. Gaiman,
I hope this isn´t weird but i have something to confess.
Since I watched the second season of Good Omens, I've gone through so many phases that I barely recognize myself anymore.
My first reaction after episode 6 was shock, then I was disturbed because I didn't know that it was possible for a series to have such a strong influence on my psyche, I questioned myself and doubted my sanity. Then I was overcome by an incredible sadness and was really heartbroken. I felt like a pubescent teenager, in my mid-30s. I couldn't sleep properly for several days, had nightmares and my thoughts were with these two ineffable loving idiots the whole time.
And the worst thing about it was that for the first few days I was really ashamed to admit to myself and my husband that I was completely and hopelessly immersed in this world. I did nothing but watch videos, listen to sad songs, and read heartbreaking fanfictions for days. And of course I read the book again and watched the series over and over again. All in the hope that it will ease my heartache a little.
But as is often the case in these situations, after a few days in which no real change occurs, you have the thought that you will be lost in this feeling forever. But since I have 3 children that I need to look after, of course locking myself away for weeks with heartbreak wasn't an option, so I had to find an outlet for myself to channel my pain.
So I started painting a picture. By Aziraphale and Crowley. And stroke by stroke I let my feelings flow out of me and into the picture.
It took over a week until I had a motif in which I could see my thoughts and feelings expressed and then it took another week until I finished the picture. On an old canvas with paints that haven't been used for a long time, with many, many layers of old paint underneath.
But when the picture was finally finished, it really took a load off my mind. It was like I had broken a dam and was finally able to let it all out and convert it into creative energy.
But I think the most important thing was that I uploaded the picture to Tumblr and received such a response that I was incredibly touched and immediately motivated to paint more pictures.
Since that day, hardly a moment goes by when I am not holding a pen in my hand or not thinking about a new picture. I'm in one of the most creative phases in a very long time and I'm really enjoying it.
I am so grateful for the wonderful people here! Here I see that I'm not alone with my strange feelings that I still don't really know how to classify. Here I read thoughts that are so similar to mine, here I see works of art that melt my heart, here I feel understood!
And I am so grateful for the pain that showed me the way back to my creative energy!
Thank you Fandom!
Thank you Neil Gaiman!
I would have been lost without you!
Because I don't know my way around here very well, I didn't think about pinning the picture in question as a link when I created this post, but since many people have asked about it, I've pinned it here. Thank you all, love love love
#good omens#good ineffable omens#ineffable fandom#neil gaiman#i love you all#so grateful#ineffable idiots#ineffable fanfic#ineffable family#ineffable fanart
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Hoodie//Human Jake Sully x fem! reader
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summary: Jake comes back home after a rough day to your shared apartment to find you rocking out in his very well-loved hoodie
warnings: nothing but fluff, established relationship, Jake being a tease
*crds to simkaswritings for this idea!!*
based off this song 🤭🤭
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Jake sighed, wheeling his way down the alley to his apartment, he had a rough day and he just wanted to cuddle with his partner and unwind
He wheeled his way up to the welcome mat picked by you, he wasn’t the biggest fan of it as it was colorful and floral, but he tolerated it cause it gave a sense of life to his bare and dull flat
As he took the keys out of his backpack, he heard muffled music resonate from inside the flat
His brows knitted together as he listened more, he heard the sound of you singing and laughing
His heart swelled as he huffed an amused laugh
He fished for the key and quietly made his way into the apartment, making sure not to ruin the moment of seeing you let loose once in a while
You were always such a hard worker, barely taking breaks, and he’s so glad he finally got to see you having fun
He wheeled further into the apartment, setting the keys into the basket by the door, and setting his backpack down
He began following the sound of the music and quietly rolled into the doorway, parking himself as he watched you dance and sing
You had one leg propped on the coffee table, broom in hand as you used it as a mic
You twirled around, the hoodie of Jakes you were wearing went down to your thighs
He propped his head on his hand as he grinned, you looked so alive in his hoodie, his favorite hoodie that had been through so much
The sleeves were frayed, small little holes, small stains, and cigarette burns littered the dark grey hoodie, the strings barely holding on for dear life, and the zipper was broken in the front, in dire need of a replacement
“I’m still rocking your hoodie and chewing on the strings”
“It makes me think about you so I wear it when I sleep”
“I kept the broken zipper and cigarette burns”
“Still rocking your hoodie, baby, even though it hurts”
“Still rocking your…”
You continued to dance until you turned and saw Jake looking at you lovingly
You stopped, frozen as your face heated up in a dark shade of red
You hurriedly turned the song off, straightening yourself up
“How much of that did you see..?”, you mumbled, your lips quirking up into a nervous smile
Jake chuckled, “Enough to see my girl dancing around in my hoodie.”, he cracked
“Which- by the way- you looking smoking hot in…maybe I should see you in it more often baby girl, huh? What do you think?”, he smirked, a smug look on his face, as he leaned back into his wheelchair
You groaned, hiding your face in the hood, pulling the strings so he couldn’t see how red your face was and you biting your lip to keep from smiling
He grabbed your waist, pulling you into his lap. You squealed, laughing as he tickled you
“Jake!…ha ha ha ha!! I can’t!-“, you wheezed
“You can’t what? Hmm?”, tickling you even more, causing you to throw your head back, squirming in his grip
“I can’t- I can’t breathe!!”, you cried, out of breath from laughing
Jake laughed, pulling the hood from your face, moving your hair out of your face
You stopped laughing, taking some deep breaths
You looked at him, a large grin on your face, your eyes crinkled at the corners
He huffed, shaking his head
Your cheeks were red from laughing, giving you a rosy look which caused butterflies in Jake’s stomach
“You’re so gorgeous sweetheart…”, he said softly, flashing a toothy grin
He pulled you closer to him, sighing as he caressed your cheek
“How did someone like me end up with someone as breathtakingly beautiful as you..?”, he whispered
He wished that you would find someone who was able to take care of you better than he could, but you stayed, damn persistent about it too
“It was the hoodie”, you recalled, reminiscing as you played with the hem of the hoodie, “Remember? It was on Christmas at the park and I was cold and you noticed, loaned me your hoodie 'cause I forgot mine at home?”
Jake grabbed your hand, squeezing it, “Mhm…and then you spilt coffee on it cause some jackass bumped into you and you started freaking out even though I told you it was fine?”, he snorted
You scoffed, the corners of your mouth quirking up as you glanced down at that coffee stain.
No matter how many times Jake washed the damn hoodie that stain wouldn't come out
“Even offered to get it dry cleaned too! But nooooooooooooo…..”, gesturing your hands in a surrendering position
You looked back up at Jake whose eyes were boring into you, combing every inch of your face, taking in all the parts he cherished
He suddenly pulled you in and kissed you, holding the back of your head, caressing the small of your back
You reached your hands up, running your fingers through his hair, pulling a soft groan from him
A smiled danced at your lips, you broke from the kiss, placing a quick one on the tip of his nose
The look of pure love and loyalty that radiated from his eyes was enough to make a grown man weep, you were completely and utterly his muse
You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his
“But even after all these years…I’m still rocking your hoodie”
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IM ACTUALLY ABOUT TO START CRYING YALL I LOVED THIS IDEA SM💀😭
#i love him your honor#human jake sully#james cameron avatar#jake sully#x reader#avatar 2009#avatar the way of water#jake sully x reader#human jake sully x reader
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A Song With Ten Names
Chapter 27: Misery is a Butterfly
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Summary of chapter: Sometimes people aren't worse off alive. It's at your lowest where loved ones hold you most close.
Author's Note:
Major content warning for disassociation. That's more or less what this chapter is about.
The song for this chapter is Misery is a Butterfly by Blonde Redhead, and it was suggested by my dear friend Moonfly (@mabzerie) as something that reminded them of the performer. I think it's perfect and ever since hearing it (around the posting of chapter 24, oddly enough, which featured a butterfly) I knew it had to be in the story. I think it's gorgeous and I appreciate so much being exposed to new music I wouldn't know otherwise.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Dearest Jane, I should've known better
But I couldn't say hello, I don't know why
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The darkness swallowing them is both vast and so very, very compact. Down, down down...a little hole in the ground, maybe. Not a cave; there is no stone.
“You’ll be okay.”
Material around them too soft to echo this assurance, instead absorbing the sound. She wonders, then, if it too keeps her from hearing more up and outside. He’s on top of her, the smallest drip of light raining down from above slicking the sides of a fiery mask. As hard as she can look— which is admittedly not very— there is still no hint of an eye in that black circle. It mirrors her own, layering over the one she was afraid to lose, the one that in turn had once been turned black with an attack just before she met the Akatsuki.
Just as when they tumbled in the grass and weeds, he keeps her pinned down now, too, hands interlocked with hers with his body blocking as much view as possible, whatever little there may be. A racing heart begs her ears to listen, to hear if there are the breaking of more spinal chords, the spilling of viscera just outside of wherever it is Tobi has taken her to hide and wait for it all to be over. Knuckles curl so hard grabbing his fingers, a necessity when the stranger is so, so afraid. Her bottom eyelids are sore and wet, and it moistens the musky soil beneath her head once done trailing down her face. To keep from screaming, lest they be found, she bites her lip until it punctures, and the scent of blood makes her sick. Blood, blood, blood. She has caused so much blood.
“You’ll be okay.”
The word “you” is on purpose, she knows, no promise of an “it” being okay to be found. Though his hands cannot move, his body clad in clothes as shadowy as this place moves in closer, his chest against hers. He can feel every shake in her diaphragm as she struggles to control her breathing. It seems as if each time her lungs tremble, his assert— a strong, calm, even breath trying to put hers back in rhythm. It is so...perplexing. Even in her panic, the woman is surprised that Tobi, too, isn’t hyperventilating just as she is. Her eyes struggle to stay open with it being so dark, exhaustion asking her to sleep once more, even as things are. But he, poignantly, either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.
Where her expression likely fails, she tries to convince with her voice. “I’m scared.”
So softly, a voice much less silly than she’s used to, serious as the grave. “I know.”
“Tobi…” she tries to explain her deepest fears, “I need to stay awake...”
He doesn’t answer. She listens again, searching for shrieks of pain and shouts of agony. The absence of them is even worse. That means that she will not know when it is over. Her eyelids grow heavier.
“Tobi…” But nothing happens. Maybe she isn’t explaining it right; maybe he just doesn’t get it. Blood and tears wash into each other, staining the roots and ivy with her soul. “Tobi...help me stay awake…!”
But nothing happens. He presses closer, that rhythm forcing hers to slow. As they curl around each other, his fingers stroke hers.
No...he wants her to fall asleep.
The eye that mirrors hers is briefly lit by drifting moonlight. It is blood red. Just after that cold, orange ceramic presses a mouthless kiss onto her bleeding lips, and she is gone.
...You’ll be okay.
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But now I think, I think you were sad
Yes you were, you were, you were
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She hasn’t talked in two days.
A name it is for Hidan and Kakuzu, but it is still more befitting for her: a zombie. Her eyes are half shut and she wobbles even when seated. Even in the safety of her home once again, told all is well and there is nothing to fear, she has become so small that it’s almost like she isn’t there at all.
But she is. She can never make herself so tiny as to not exist, even by withdrawing completely. And the absence of her spirit makes the presence of her body so much bigger to the Akatsuki. Some of them don’t get it at all:
“Hey!” Hidan folds his arms. “Didn’t you miss me?!” It’s a far welcome from the last time they reunited. It isn’t until he says anything that she so much as looks at him, let alone throw herself at the fellow Jahsinist. It takes everything in her to just nod, a reaction so light that it makes him grunt in confusion. “You sick?!” She shakes her head no, and his brow furrows over eyes narrow in frustration; he has forgotten the chemicals so soon. “Then what’s wrong!”
The reaper is so annoyed, and yet she can’t say anything at all to make this better. With the remnants of fading will, she walks into him and lets Hidan do the rest, her arms wrapped to her sides within the thin blue sweater she’s using as a swaddling blanket. His violet eyes widen and another vocalization rumbles in his throat, pitch heightening alongside his alarm. A hand grips her shoulder to shake her awake and she tries to ignore the weapon on his back. How many people has he killed with it? How many that him asking one from her meant so little?
And yet she does not leave the comfort of his bare chest, the triangle of his lord pressed on her skin.
“Takara? Angel?!”
She says nothing. It is the first time Hidan has ever really felt sick in his stomach since becoming a full grown adult.
Some others are afraid to do more harm:
“Hidan.” The named man looks over her head, locking onto Kakuzu as he walks back in the door, returning from the mission. The stitched one, in turn, is staring down at her; there a softness in those eyes that the Jashinist has not known. “Don’t bother her right now.”
The silver demon sputters. “Bother?!” Even as they fight, the woman does not flinch; that is the real sign something is very wrong. “She just came up to me!”
“Then let her stay until she’s done. Don’t keep her.”
“Why?!”
She hears a silence, vision steeping in the black and red cloak that folds near her face. There’s nothing left in her to flip in anxiety. If she feels the bounty hunter still looking, she cannot bring herself to care. Apparently this silence means something to the two immortals. After some minutes of laying down while standing up, she takes a step back and they leave. Hidan gives repeated, reluctant glances over his shoulder as he observes her own hunched, a frown towards the floor and eyes that don’t seem to see. Kakuzu presses a palm on Hidan’s back to urge him to keep going. He’s never touched him that gently before.
Some of them are concerned for her health:
“You should sit back down, un.” An unknown amount of time later, the stranger finds a hand with a blue ring guiding her back to the couch where she was. Another of his needs to grip her arm, too, lest she plop down haphazardly instead of gradually fall. Deidara’s brow curls and he tilts his head. His smile never wavers in position but does so easily in meaning. “You sure she doesn’t have a sickness of some kind, my man?” he asks the next person walking in, worry tinging the usual lax attitude.
Some of them don’t know how to say they’re sorry:
“No. Nothing’s wrong with her,” Sasori answers, a front of unfeeling defensively about him. “This is of her own doing.”
“Technically it’s your fault, isn’t it?”
“No.”
“But you—”
“But nothing.” She doesn’t have enough prior knowledge to know that, surprisingly, it is rare for Sasori to interrupt when Deidara argues. The man protests too much; he is, indeed, more antsy than usual. The blonde was too light, though, he wasn’t going in hard enough, someone else will say.
Her eyes shut and open. Day becomes night.
“I don’t understand.” There’s a shake in Sasori’s voice, as he crouches in front of her alone. A ring is on his thumb; she is finding no one shares the same position upon the hand. She sees it twitch and her arm raises forward to him, palm up to beseech, and it's as if it isn't even her doing. His unblinking eyes are so very wide, less like human and more like those of a doll. “There’s nothing wrong. You came back without a scratch. Why?” She doesn’t know if he’s asking for answers from her or himself.
He reaches forward, too, ever so slowly like a puppet trying not to show its strings. His palm comes underneath the back of her hand, flesh of his soft yet cold, almost rubbery. It slides and smooths and flutters around across her skin, and it sends electricity up her arm and down her spine. Gradually, ever so slightly each passing second, the weight of her body grows. Futilely, her limb goes limp as it becomes abundantly clear she will not move on her own. He looks with those wide eyes at her hand like it's a toy he cannot fix. A sin, this is...and somehow it isn't one of hers. “Why? Why are you doing this...?”
She’s sorry, so she closes her eyes and the world once again moves its people in and out of her sight. The scorpion's touch is gone.
Some of them feel they have failed:
“I cannot believe you let this happen!” Yet another unknown length of time later, the blue one is here, leaning all of his self into the unflinching space of a redhead. They are standing in the entryway of this living room, and it is still dark out, her a mute witness with no one to tell. Sasori regained his hooded gaze and Kisame’s eyes even so small and far away clearly are as big as possible. They may be reddened, too. It’s hard to tell. “I’ve expected this from the other two but you couldn’t just leave my low expectations well enough alone, could you!?”
A tsk and nothing more. This may have been going on long enough that Sasori is finally tired of giving retorts.
“Give me one reason Samehada shouldn’t shave that wood of yours off slice by slice like the teensy twig you are—”
“Kisame.”
Some of them...know better.
Itachi out of the corner of her sight— so close, he got so close without her noticing; she has enough wits about her to know this lack of awareness should scare her, but not enough energy to care. The Uchiha steps in front of her, the familiar black and red that haunts her life blocking half her vision. She can’t see the scorpion who had stung her in fear, but she can see a shark’s teeth grit as if he’s taken a bite of her flesh and is afraid of what he’s done.
“Itachi-san…” Less that these are words spoken and more that she can read his lips. Kisame’s glance twitches back and forth, presumably between the Uchiha’s face and hers. “I’m sorry,” he backs down submissively to the former. Fish eyes go down to the space on the couch. “I’m sorry,” he repeats just for her. The most she can give is a blink. Concerned, he steps forward—
“Kisame.” The voice that gave her peace now gives this named man dread. “Come back later.”
Despite himself, the kiri-nin knows this is for the best if his partner has deemed it so. Itachi, after all, knows him better than he knows himself. He feels his mouth stretch to show more teeth, unsure himself if it’s a grimace or a pathetic, apologetic smile. And even though he knows his partner will, Kisame still begs: “Take care of her, Itachi-san.”
And he may or may not nod in reply. Seeing Sasori stare back in silence, her lids shut before Kisame can finish turning his back, and when they open again the man with two sets of eyes blink their dark gray as he leans in front of her from where he sits, most likely right next to her. Are they touching sides again, as they did some time ago? She can’t tell.
“Takara-chan…” he whispers. He’s never called her that before. They are alone, no Kisame nor Sasori. “I’m sorry this happened to you, Takara-chan…” He seems to be contemplating something. “I’m going to help you sleep now. Don’t be afraid.”
She wants to scream at him to stop, but the red eyes raise to bring darkness upon her. Lids shut once more. She feels a press against her forehead and a few strands of hair drifting upon her skin that aren’t her own. He kisses her sweet dreams, sweeter than those he can have for his own.
A small reprieve. The weight of being alive in an unmoving shell loosens, shackles dropping from her wrists. She stands at the ocean and an arm with a crimson ring holds her from behind, a chin on top of her shoulder.
The woman named Takara wonders if he may know these waves, too.
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What I say, I say only to you
Cause I love and I love only you
Dearest Jane, I want to give you a dream
That no one has given you
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“She’s still like this…” It’s hard to miss him, and not just because the sheer size of Zetsu can only command attention. He tilts his shoulders forward and she remembers the corpse dangling down from tall, jagged spikes. He saved her, though… Saved her from what? What does it mean if the Akatsuki have deemed she is not better off dead?
“She can hear us,” the deeper voice observes, lips speaking without movement. Brighter returns: “Ghost?” White Zetsu prods.
G h o s t …
The sky is bright outside, color flooding in from either dusk or dawn; she is guessing the latter. She feels her head bob and lips part, but that’s as far as the frayed connection between mind and body allows. She hears a crack and it reminds her of the bones. The flytrap is lowered and cloak on the ground, and arms reach to hold her hands as she can offer no dance. Zetsu kneels on the floor in front of where she is frozen upon the couch. Black...white...how does he work? Do they take turns in control? Do they both have to move at once, independently? The dark hand grips so tight it hurts while the light strokes a thumb upon her knuckles. What could he want from just a little ghost...?
“You’re a funny one,” the softer voice whispers. She thinks he is too.
Just as soon as he came, he is gone with others in the spy’s place. Her stomach hurts and is making noise.
“How long since she ate?” Deidara frowns from one chair as she sees an amber ring on blue fingers come around to hold her side.
“Too long, I’m sure.”
“How long is it that civilian types can go without doing that?”
“Not this long, I know.” There’s a huff of Kisame’s breath in her ear as he lifts her up, carrying much the same way that star ninja did who was just like her. “Come on, princess, let’s try something else…”
Orange soup is in front of her on the kitchen table. A spoon is put in her hand. Her reflection is in the liquid and she doesn’t think that’s what she looks like. Encouragement from the sidelines, someone yellow and someone blue— rings opposite that— ahead of her in other seats:
“Itachi-san made it just for you,” Kisame says, and he resorts to something he normally does not for she who takes things so seriously: guilt-tripping. “You can’t disappoint him, now can you?”
Deidara rolls his eyes with a growl. “Hardly a reward!” He fans himself in a self-aggrandizing way. “Takara-chan, you finish that bowl and I might just paint your nails again.”
“Might? Hardly a reward, yourself.”
“I mean, of course I’ll do it, un!”
They bicker like this, as her stare swims in the dish, half-closed eyes lost in a vegetable soup. The pieces within bob ever so slightly up and down, trailing past the reflection of her face. It begins to look less like it’s supposed to be her and more like she’s just fucking staring at a bowl of soup. That’s a good thing.
As the sound of her friends fills her vacant mind, it is easier to find her senses reconnecting. Her fingers twitch the muscles under skin and on top of bone, and she manipulates it ever so slightly into a hold better suited to eat. The clock on the wall behind her two guests says it’s about half an hour until she’s done. They really sat there that long…?
...Well. Granted Deidara needed the aid of having something for his fingers to do and Kisame looked pained the entire time. But still, very nice of them to be so patient. She drops the spoon into the bowl to indicate it is done. The swordsman sighs as if he’s been holding his breath.
“Good.”
Deidara is a man of his word, opening his polish as they sit on the floor where they’ve had their few prior “sleepovers”. He demonstrates again how to stretch out your fingers and she manages to replicate, letting him hold in place with a gentle, precise touch as the scent of paint sharply fills her nose. She blinks more in these minutes than she has in the past few days.
“See, Takara-chan? No more chips!" The artist is exerting more exclamation than usual, making it seem like a grand achievement. "Perfect match with me again, un.”
...
...
And it is finally his turn to exhale a breath Deidara did not know he was holding, as he sees her wiggle the fingertips at him in the meekest show of excitement he’s ever witnessed. It puts a grin on his face, a satisfaction much like seeing his work explode. That reminds him—
“Oh— Don’t go ruining your nails over it, but…” The tongue on his face sticks out as he reaches into his pocket. “I finally finished this, un.”
The lips of a palm close as he couldn’t have helped but gave one last finishing touch, the little statue she’s seen him working on since the day they met. It is a girl in a hat wearing a dress and holding a bag over her shoulder. Does she look like that? The thing is cupped in her hands, the amount of detail helping her eyes twitch more and more to take it all in. Blink, blink, blink. It feels like her vision is more in focus than before, edges not quite so fuzzy.
It takes a while for the sculptor to realize that she is returning it to him, the way it’s so slow and gradual how she pushes her palms back in his space. “No, no! That’s yours to keep, un.” But she gets even closer to him; Deidara hums in confusion as the gift is taken back; he twists the thing in his fingers, looking for flaws. “What? What’s wrong?”
Bright blue eye twitched back up with a hum as her index finger unfolds to point at him. “...You want me to keep it for you,” he guesses. The barest of nods, but the point continues. “What?” Continues. “What about me?”
…
Oh. He smiles wide, not the sort he puts on— cool, collected, angled ever so slightly to the side on purpose— but one big and toothy and unabashedly sincere. If this is still a performance, somehow, then it is one that deserves his applause. Even without a voice, what a powerful siren she is.
“You want one of me! Don’t you?” And for the first time since she came back, she smiles too, and Deidara feels like a butterfly. She accidentally closes her eyes...—
“The hell are you doing out here?”
The sky is dark again by the time Hidan arrives, his own cloak missing just as Deidara’s is. However, the latter is wearing his green pajamas and holding his chin up with pointed elbows on the floor, kicking his legs like the slumber party it is. Apparently Hidan just sleeps naked. She doesn't feel her cheeks prickle pink, but figures they should be.
“I could ask that of you, really. Would it kill ya to put on some pants?”
“Yeah it fucking would!”
“And in front of the lady, no less.”
“Who cares? She’s not like…awake. Or whatever.”
“She isn’t comatose, un.”
She feels Hidan’s stare on her as she lays sideways on the couch; it is even more distracting than his uncovered body. He’s frowning. “Then what is she?”
“Traumatized, I think.”
“Hilarious—”
“I mean it, though. That’s what Sasori said, too.”
“Traumatized by what? She fucking survived!”
“Sasori no danna said that we can’t necessarily pick what makes this happen, if it happens to us. Easier for a civilian than a ninja, too. Why don’t you cover up your dick and come back, if you don’t plan to leave alone. She still has eyes and ears, un.”
She can feel him staring still, judging if that’s the case, and does her best to blink at him. Gradually his face gains a color usually reserved for her and he rubs the back of his head, gaze bashfully turning away. “Yeah, okay. Fine.”
He comes back some time later with his bottom half now dressed, a bare arm over that of the couch nearest her head. Hidan is positioned in such a way that she can't see him, but most assuredly he is very, very close; every so often a finger tickles the top of her scalp. “So you can hear me, right?” Hidan asks, though not waiting for a response. “So what’s up, girly? What’s there to be afraid of when you didn’t even get hurt?”
Only this woman would know so well to not assume this is an accusation but a genuine question. It's clearly more difficult now that her voice isn't here to explain it all, how the sickness in her brain works. But as much as she wants to answer...—
“Ask her later,” Deidara butts in, and somehow he says exactly what she means to. “Talking seems to be the hardest part.”
Hidan grumbles, and she hears cracks as he rolls his shoulders. It makes her sad, how stiff he's gotten and it's likely her fault. “Well, that’s a huge pain in the ass.”
“Well, yeah. It’d be a great look on you, though.”
“Real comedian tonight, huh? You’re the one with ten mouths.”
“It’s four, un.”
“Still too fuckin’ many…”
She notices this night that Hidan does not fall asleep. His fingers idly comb through her hair and never stop, not until Deidara begins to stir in the morning. She thinks at one point he may have put a kunai into her hand, grunting in disappointment as nothing happened.
The reaper and the artist leave for their breakfast, and while they are gone Sasori holds her arm over a tub and cleans the cut on her forearm again, speaking to her and blinking, as he does when others are around and he needs to pretend to be human once more. The corners of his lips pull up as she finally reacts, the slightest hiss of pain as alcohol on a cloth slips between layers of flesh, and she notes he has never smiled for her until now. His sting is accompanied by a look from brown eyes so soft she can only compare it to chamomile cotton candy.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Remember when we found misery
We watched her, watched her spread her wings
And slowly, slowly fly around our room
And she asked for your gentle mind
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Numb hands grip Kisame for balance as he takes her for a walk, tired mind suddenly much more aware of the vastness of the forest around them, even as the trail remains only on her property. Is all of the forest technically hers, though, or the Akatsuki’s now that they’ve claimed it…?
Hard to own a house if you don’t know where the deed is, though.
“You shouldn’t worry so,” the knight says to his ward, feeling her tension; he is helpless but to, of course, as he acts as her anchor trying to keep a balloon from floating off into the space she's from. “Everything is in place now. Those Hoshi shinobi were all taken care of. We made sure no one got away.” He misunderstands why she is uncomfortable, assuming it is only the threat of others and not also the threat to them. The man exhales. “Here.” Slowly, step by step, they approach one of the overgrown rose bushes she has adopted. The leaves are speckling yellow with various degrees of green still remaining, the petals opened wide and beginning to brown at the tips. “We should take some before they begin to rot. Put them in your flower press, perhaps?”
And at first Kisame’s heart flutters as he sees the princess reach forward, but it quickly drops as sharp eyes recognize she is more than ready to pinch right into the thorns in order to get it—!
A clasp. As has happened before with these two, at first it is tight in panic but soon recognizes its power, and the grip grows less forceful. His hand is so warm as it holds hers, even if it’s to take it away from further harm.
“Here...” Something steeps in his voice as his free arm reaches in the woman's stead, navigating cutting . If she had more wits about her, she’d assume the worst. But now? It might sound something like love.
She does love him, too, after all.
Blue fingers twist the stem so no thorns are left to be found as the flower detaches. It is put into her palm. Just as they did before with Deidara, cupped hands offer the gift back to Kisame, too. He smirks, chuckling. “No, that’s for you.” The red rose retracts to be held closer to her chest, and he wonders in what beautiful way those big eyes are drinking something so simple in.
“That’s...for me…”
And his heart stops beating entirely, having no idea he could miss her voice even more than he thought he did.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Misery is a butterfly
Her heavy wings will warp your mind
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Reluctantly, Kakuzu puts in his own effort with the good news. Giving her something made her talk again… She’s seen him come and go in passing, just to check in, but the hunter’s never stayed until now, gift in his hands. Miser he is, he’s playing smarter and not more expensively.
Off his shoulders and then over hers go the strap of the guitar. “Figure you missed this.” She looks at it dumbly as it rests upon her lap, nothing said, and he sighs. Of course it can't be that easy. “You didn’t forget, did you?” How did it go again…?
With struggling patience, hands wearing a dusty turquoise ring help rearrange her own to hold the instrument properly, taking guesses until it looks right, same as the many nights they spent at a bar together. One hand on the strings, other on the neck. And like a fish to water, soon as his touch retracts, she strums.
Dum...dum...Dum…
He blinks. Okay. Well...it isn’t nothing. Maybe she’ll get back into it, do more than just pluck a single note over and over.
Dum...dum...dum…
Dum…
Dum…
Dum...
…
...
Dum—
This is getting old fast, actually. “Play a chord,” he half suggests, half demands. The scarred bottom lip purses ever so slightly, and then her wrist winds back to strum proper—
“Takara!”
The front door slams and the treasurer’s partner flings himself in, expression plastered upon his face as if he figured out how to solve world hunger. (Or...err...solve world heathenism? It is very smug, is the point). Kakuzu’s head whips to the sound, glaring daggers so hard his eyes twitch, but Hidan has brought zero fucks to give. What he has instead...—
“I got you motherfucking fish!”
Indeed he did. Upon the coffee table, out of a bag, one after another, is one form of seafood following more, uninterrupted as she merely stares with the guitar in her hands. It's granted her reaction may have been the same even if she had all her senses. Bento box of sushi. Fried crab. A whole fish. Grilled shrimp. A whole fish. More sushi. A whole fish. A living fish—
“HIDAN!”
Forceful hands reveal stitches as that last one comes out, a flopping, wee thing that a fishmonger sold overpriced to a fool who didn’t know better. Her still glance locks onto the creature as Kakuzu knocks his idiot partner into a wall, squabble starting:
“The hell are you doing!” she barely hears out of sight. Flop, flop, flop, gentle but desperate knocks onto wood where the tiny beast was unceremoniously placed. That can’t be comfortable for the fish. It’s kinda small...maybe she can...—
“She told me she liked seafood!” Running water. For some reason these actions are so easy— no, “easy” isn’t the right word. It’s like she’s on autopilot, not even having to think. Maybe it’s because it’s for the betterment of something outside of herself.
“You are the biggest buffoon I have EVER—”
Plop!
“...Eh?” the reaper asks.
In the middle of Kakuzu holding Hidan up by the collar, both look over at once. Kakuzu speaks next, and though it says little, it concedes much: “...Huh.”
Drop. Hidan sinks to the floor, but his fists raise in success. “HELL yeah!” She stands next to the fish in the bowl set upon the coffee table, hands folded in front of her lap as it swims within. It must be happy! Or at least doing better now that it isn’t suffocating. ...How did it get this far without water, anyway? “Well. Not what I expected to happen,” Hidan notes, “But it worked!”
“What worked?”
The silver demon shoots him a look like it's the ragdoll who's from another planet. “She moved, dipshit!”
“Hidan, I—” Kakuzu stops in his tracks, to his dawning horror. That...is the point. He has never exhaled so loud and long in his life, pinching his brow. Idiocy has saved the day. “...Goddammit.”
Her hands politely raise to clap in congratulation, bright smile and closed eyes to match, and Hidan allows himself to feel joy even with no such thing explicitly permitted by his lord Jashin.
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With her small ugly face
And her long antenna
And her black and pink heavy wings
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
The performer should have asked herself sooner where on earth her mimic had gone. It’s so strange to have not noticed his absence, the way Tobi always inserts himself into every conversation. Where had he been? She sees his orange mask for the first time since he wrapped around her deep in the ground, guarded her from further harm. How long has it been, a week, perhaps? Time has always been hard to keep in this universe, no appointments to maintain and whatnot, and so it is as elusive as grains of sand blown in the wind nowadays. Tobi faces more towards her while Itachi faces more away. Nodding, talking. It lacks all of the usual mime-like flings of arms and jumping of feet that her rescuer usually puts on. Itachi eventually passes by and leaves.
Quiet. Chickadees twitter somewhere outside. Is the window open? Part of her hopes so, to feel a nice moonlit breeze. Part of her is afraid, as it means another way for someone to attack.
Ever so slightly, the spiral shifts its angle, gaping black hole pointed right at her. The figure in shadow wearing a long, green scarf otherwise stays still. What is he doing? And then…
Step, step, step. He holds his position standing over her for a long moment before ever...so...slowly...crouching down. She thought it was a mistake before— maybe just coincidence— but now it can’t be denied:
Covering where his lips should be, the curve of a spiral bumps against her mouth, about as tenderly as icy stone can. He will be a different person tomorrow. It’s only fair that if she can’t wear her mask, he can set his metaphorical one down, too.
How long until the act slips, the performance fumbles or he bows for the curtain to fall? It is inevitable, but Obito at least knows it won’t be now. His mouth for the sake of her safety will ache in the dark for just a little bit longer.
She sees red again where his eye should be, and the traveler is reminded once again that Tobi is a performer too. The sighing waves of water pull her back into dreams, and she imagines what his bare skin may feel like as he pins her down yet again onto soft and airy stardust sand.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Remember when we found misery
We watched her, watched her spread her wings
And slowly, slowly fly around our room
And she asked for your gentle mind
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
#akatsuki x reader#obito x reader#hidan x reader#kakuzu x reader#deidara x reader#sasori x reader#kisame x reader#itachi x reader#youre getting ALL OF THEM and i'm not halfassing it either!#aswtn fic#songfic#zetsu x reader
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my fav lyrics from all hell, as of my first (technically second) listen
in italics are my absolute fav lyrics of the entire album
This is not including the instrumentals as they dont have lyrics (ovbiously) but just know that they were life changing and absolutely magnificent and very very dear to me.
The Coin-Op Guillotine
☆ "Your eyes glazed over while you sat unlistening / you said your head's on fire and every thought is kindling / a tired life is a wild ride for the saddest boy on the waterslide / when the breadcrumbs only lead to where you've been"
☆ "Heart erupts and the pavement splatters / i think i'm right, i don't think it matters"
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
Holy Smokes (2005)
☆ "Forward, morning after, cleanse your sins inside a dock dry bath tub / between the hunt sabs, ACABs, sobbing, being sick / hearing your name in the chorus left me prostrate in the pit"
☆ "You're the only thought in my head / you're the only thought i've got left in my head"
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
A Psychic Wound
☆ "They say put him down, a sickly dog, but competition's healthy / coffee rings, a perfect circle, i appreciate the beauty / do you still have that one tattoo? / that's how it works, of course you do"
☆ "it's a psychic wound you can't conceal / closing, opening, never heals"
☆ "if you're not the one that's leaving, you're the one that's left behind"
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
I. Spit; or, a Bite Mark in the Shape of the Sunflower State
☆ "I'm sure of this as i'm of you: / spit will mend the bruise"
☆ (basically the whole song. this one was life changing i fear)
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Long Throes
☆ "Thought your heart was broken, but it's only yearning"
☆ "Me and my friends are sadists, backbreakers for spineless / wish 'em dead and then we'll put it in a song"
☆ "anxieties and maladies are falling out of love"
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
Feast of Tongues
☆ "Swear i'd live through all of your nightmares if it meant that i could sleep okay"
☆ "I want the trust of every animal / gonna bay for the blood of those that are hurting ya / when the black cloud comes, if one flame flickers / we will feast on the tongues of the last bootlickers"
☆ "...grab you by the hips and say it's you that i'm grateful for"
☆ "To the tune of a national anthem / of a country that didn't survive / in a language i've learned and forgotten / i'll stay home, keep the garden alive"
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
The Order of the Seasons
☆ "While the happiness ain't certain, you know heartbreak's guaranteed"
☆ "It's been many years, since i played a high-line / they ask you how you feel, you say "i feel fine" / the order of the seasons depends on when you're born / i start count in winter, and heading for a fall"
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To Hell in a Handjob
☆ "The Sky's a pall, our blooming bodies wilt (an endless nothing)"
☆ "There's grief within my flesh and bones / cut me, watch the sorrow flow / floating in the flood now / floating in the flood now"
☆ "Mortal joy, so close to heaven / if i'm first punch, you're two to seven"
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Clown Blood; or, Orpheus' bobbing Head
☆ "God only knows i am scurrilously making this about me"
☆ "She fucks to cum, i drink to be drunk, and both of us are wasted"
☆ "Parasocial puppet master / every sucker in between / sacrificial muppet pastor / to a thousand needy teens"
☆ "Orpheus' head bobs in the ocean / i admit it takes one to know one"
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kms
☆ "No lie, i would lay down my life / for any rat in the road / yeah i, i'd lay down my life for you / depressive episode"
☆ "it's a medical condition to hold such inhibitions / second serving, sophomore slump / (so called 'cause you suffer more)"
☆ "i truly hope that both our luck is out / i'd kill myself if he won"
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
Moonstruck
☆ "When the light falls i illuminate / i am moonstruck, it's a welcome fate"
☆ "night takes color from the dusk now / paints it crimson in my jaw (I tumble from the pedestal)"
☆ "It's hard to find the romance / in a town not known for sunsets"
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0898 HEARTACHE
☆ "You are the sight and seeing, you're a reflection of it"
☆ "Restored to earth, afforded a second birth / dine on my rotten fruit for years to come"
☆ "i'm mouth agape arms open wide, not to receive but crucified"
☆ "0898 HEARTACHE / you're calling me a mistake, just call me if you want a bad time / dial 0898 HEARTACHE / if you're calling me's a mistake, then tell me why we're both still on the line?"
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
Adult Acne Stigmata
☆ "Can you once see what you love / without imagining it gone?"
☆ "You're royal and you're flush / i'm tower, swords, and death"
☆ "Heart swells / you're so beautiful, the sky is blue / but we both know too well / it's all hell"
#los campesinos! moots and oomfs this if for you#i love love loveeedd this album soooo much it was so fucking good#idk what my fav is yet but rn im still leaning towards feast of tongues idk#i rly liked clown blood/orpheus' bobbing head bc it was so different than what we have heard from them yk? imo#los campesinos!#all hell#all hell los campesinos!
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Love how Reincarnation au Alex has the same name as his mom, kinda bittersweet yk? Also, Rachel would definitely love Nirvana and Mitski (and Eleanor would like girl in red)
Yess yess the girls! yes the names and the music!
So the names came to my mind when I first drew them, and I thought how well them goes with them!!
I imagined Rachel as a girl who was born in the USA and she was growing up in Italy . She likes ancient history, and Nirvana for her is a good option, because it was formed in 1987, and I also thought about Abba! The time when girls are teenangers is the 2000's. (And the beginning year is like 2004, bc then is the 200th anniversary of Hamilton's death and the 250th anniversary of Laurens birthday so it is the right year!)
And about Eleanor's personality I just thought about her when I was listening to “Killer Queen” , a Queen's song! Omg she would like the girl in the red as you say, but this didn't exist in those times! , and she likes the Queen very much! Her mother wants her to be a lawyer, but Eleanor wants to be a singer or fashion designer. She is very beautiful and intelligent! I started writing her first chapter and there are a few words from it!!
"The fresh air fills her lungs and the smell makes her feel more like smoking than breathing, so she takes the cigarette and her hands hold the banister of the balcony. Brooklyn hasn't gone to sleep, because all New York is a city that never sleeps. From her window is a view on the street, when some people are coming back from the places when they sang the songs dear to their hearts. Elenour wishes to be with them, she wishes to sing, to draw and to create, and to laugh with friends, but instead of this she got the law, and all her studies to make her mother proud."
(It's just a draft version but i hope you like it!)
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A Sleepy Duet
"If you could please clean these up, my friend, that would be most lovely. Thank you."
The bat's calm words went into the air as he fixed his bowtie, and the Barnaboo - one of dozens - collected the used dishes from the party table to take them to the kitchen for washing. With a relaxed smile, Oliver nodded once to the little ghost before turning to look at the rest of the ghosts helping to clean up after a successful party.
He tilted his head and put a wing to his chest as he watched them clean, pleased by their work ethic. However, he still had business of his own.
Therefore, Oliver simply floated his way to the kitchen, a line of empty platters following him with a magical green aura - surely his telekinetic abilities at work - and he brought them to the kitchen and placed them in the sink to be cleaned.
However... as he was getting ready to wash them, he... happened to think of something. Something important.
Or rather, someone.
His ears flickered as this certain someone came to mind, and his soft smile widened a little as he felt his chest flutter. It's clear that this person had captured Oliver's heart, from the way he grinned as he thought about them, and he knew just from this alone that he had to follow these bright but peaceful feelings. Thus, Oliver started flying out of the kitchen, procrastinating on his work.
For his ghostly heart, full of anticipation and deep feelings, had other plans in this moment.
As he floated through the hallways, weaving past the Barnaboos floating past him and chatting, it was clear that he was looking for a certain room, to see this certain someone. He fluffed his chest a bit as he felt the butterflies grow, and he grinned a bit from the sensation. He knew to stay quiet, for this someone loved to sleep after the party.
However, as he floated along, he... started to hear a faint singing. A light but quiet voice...
"... And when we wake,
You know that I will be there..."
He knew exactly who it was. His ears flickered, and he quickened his pace.
Given that, in a hall deep within the manor... he came across the right room sooner than he thought. Inside was a purple chair and some stacks of books, as well as an abstract portrait of the someone taking hold of his heart. He peeked inside, and he felt his grin instinctively widen further for just a second. He slowly floated inside... and as he listened to the singing, which got a bit louder with his closer proximity, he saw who was in the room... He let out a soft chuckle, his ghoulish heart bright as he started to float inside.
In the room, sleeping upside-down from ceiling, was a figure wrapped in two large wings - ones that were black in color but glowed purple. Oliver knew right away that it was the host of these magnificent swinging wakes sleeping in this very room.
And so, the bat continued to float along, his smile warm as he listened to the song being sung so delicately.
"...No need to cry, my dear, for I am here
Deep within your heart forever and mine..."
Oliver listened to the next verses of the song as he turned the corner, and when he saw him, Oh, he put a wing to his chest as his heart melted.
A ghostly owl, wrapped up all snug in his wings, was there before his very eyes, trying to sing himself to sleep.
"... No fear, my dear, is stronger than I,
For I am here to bring you to light..."
At last, everything was right with him in his sight once again.
The bat listened to Barnaby some more as he floated closer, and he tilted his head as he listened. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the party host's peaceful expression - those orange-and-yellow eyes trying to stay closed.
And that's when an idea came over him. His eyes lit up in an instant.
In that moment of realization, he floated a bit closer as he closed his eyes, and he opened his mouth.
Then, the words started to flow out of him...
"No fear, my dear, is stronger than I..."
... to sing with the owl.
"For I am here to bring you to light...
The dark shall hide tonight, and all that lies In here with you and me
Is love, so very true..."
And as they sing the final lyric together, Oliver gently brings a wing to his face and rubs his cheek softly.
"... and we shall fly free tonight."
Oliver sighed quietly as his heart melted with warm feelings all over again, and he watched as Barnaby relaxed even more in his sleep.
And then, he saw the corners of the owl's mouth curl into a smile.
For the bat, that's all that it took for his own smile to grow and his heart to burst with joy.
But alas, in that moment, he remembered that he had chores to finish, and his smile faltered as he sighed again quietly. He whispered to Barnaby, "Sleep well, my dear... I will see you soon."
But, as he tried to slowly float away...
Not even a foot away from the ghostly owl, he felt a pair of feathery wings extending out to him.
He paused immediately, his ears flickering and his eyes widening in surprise, and then... he suddenly felt these wings scooping him up, turning his body upside down, and holding him close to the owl's chest.
Oliver let out a surprised "W-woah...!" as Barnaby quickly embraced him and started to hold him close to him, and his head followed his body's motions quickly. And then, that's when he realized what happened.
He let out a soft gasp, his eyes sparkling and his pupils dilating, his chest filled with butterflies once more. But these feelings were so warm, and so bright... he couldn't deny them.
He smiled softly in that feathery embrace, looking at Barnaby's smile as well. It seemed he calmed him enough to keep him from singing another word to himself...
With that reward in mind, Oliver let out a yawn, the party's fervor getting to him at last. And so, he decided to embrace this opportunity, and he snuggled into the hug and closed his eyes.
Before the two would fall deeper into sleep together, the bat's smile widened as he nuzzled into him. Thus, a peaceful night would be had at last.
Those dishes could wait. This love... was so much more important.
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hihi! can i ask for zen, seven, and jaehee with a (preferably gender neutral) s/o who loves singing? It’s their main passion, and they hope to be a full time music artist at some point. Maybe s/o prepares a song for them as a surprise?
thanks for hearing me out!! have a good day!!
Zen, Saeyoung and Jaehee with a reader who loves singing!
Here you go, dear anon. Sorry for the delay.^^ Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you like it, have a good day as well! <3
The first time Zen heard you sing, he felt himself falling for you once more. Your voice made him feel good, it was so nice to hear and definitely a great surprise as well! His dear lover can sing? You bet he'll always want to hear you, even a little.
If you want to pursue your dream, he is always there to help you and support you as much as he can. You two can practice together and he can help you improve your singing as well since he has some tips up his sleeve. You could be singing and he'll play the piano for you.
Zen is one of the best people to ask for help with your singing. He has the most experience in the RFA with this and he always has this smile on his face whenever he sees you coming towards him to ask for some help. He can't help but give you a good luck kiss before you start to sing!
Whenever you start doing what you love, he is always nearby listening to you. And as much as he adores complimenting your sweet voice, he is always glad to help point out things you can improve on so your stunning voice can reach even more people.
And no matter what, he will always aid you in reaching your goal. You two could even team up to make the best songs with your voices. He gets so hyped up and happy whenever you sing and he gets to join in as well. Singing with his beloved makes his heart race and feel all warm and tingly inside.
But the moment you surprise Zen with a song dedicated to him? Oh my, he feels so happy that he even starts to tear up. You bet he'll wrap his arms around you and pick you up as he starts to spin you around. At the end? A passionate kiss on your sweet lips.
Sing him this song whenever he feels discouraged and you'll start to see his cheeky grin once more. Zen is always happy to help you as much as he can and you have also helped him with your experience in music. You'll always be given a bear hug and sweet words because his love for you only keeps growing.
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Saeyoung has heard plenty of singing before but your voice in particular was enough to shook his entire soul and make him fall even harder for you. It doesn't matter how little he hears your singing, he is hooked and his love only expands for you. He always loves to listen to you.
He definitely has the tools to help you get your voice out there but only if you want. He thinks your singing is really really good and can help you greatly with getting you known. But he is always happy to support you if you want to accomplish this goal by yourself. He has more than enough money to get you anything you will ever need, just please tell him.
The smile on his face only tends to grow when he sees you doing what you love. You enjoying what you do and with a passion always makes his knees weak and his heart very soft when he witness this sight. If you want to improve, you bet he'll do the best research to ensure you reaching these goals.
Your voice is enough to make him relax and feel calm and comfortable to rest near you. If you hold him and play with his hair as you sing? Y'all, he is dying and melting in your arms so hard. The affect you have on him is amazing and is enough to even calm his raging soul. He just won't ever sleep if he has things in his life to be paranoid about. But he definitely will do that if he is truly free in years.
Always your biggest and definitely your loudest supporter. He will make sure to encourage you and motivate you whenever you want to sing so you feel good as well! Saeyoung always sets the mood right so you always feel your best when you let out your voice. Seeing your smile as you sing makes his day instantly.
He might as well ascend to heaven the moment he sees you surprising him with a song about him. He is so happy that he ends up breaking down in front of you honestly. You are someone really special for him and he will make sure to make you just as happy as you made him. He will treasure the song in his heart forever.
Whenever you are away from him, he likes to hum that particular song and he finds himself calming down. It's special for him and he loves it so much but not as much as he loves you, of course! He also found out it's useful to remember when he is having a hard time in general, it makes him feel like things are gonna be okay. Just know that his affection is gonna double from now on.
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Your singing definitely has Jaehee hooked, and she always wants to hear more every time she listens to you. She can't really understand but it makes her feel more drawn and closer to you. It's like a sweet kiss in the morning from you, so sweet that she melts, feeling light and motivated.
Jaehee often hums your songs or any other singing she heard from you. She realized that it makes her feel more calm and focused whenever she is working in the cafe with you. It's also really cute how you catch her randomly smiling while doing it too. And gosh, listening to you is better than drinking even the best coffee in her life.
Doing what you love makes her feel so happy and glad, because you know what you want to do and you are working on it and she's also right there with you, being your number one fan and also your sweet lover who encourages you and praises you a lot. It makes her feel soft and warm every time she sees you going after your own goals.
She will do anything she can to help you reach your dreams. You helped her so much in her life and she wants to do the same for you too. Jaehee is great at doing research and even giving you ideas and thoughts about how you can reach high and accomplish the goal you want to do. Her sweet smile and a kiss from her will bring you the best of luck!
Since she is also a big fan of Zen, you two sit together and observe his own singing so you can learn more from him. As a big fan, Jaehee has picked up on a lot of things that she hopes can aid you in making it to your goal to be a full time artist. You can definitely count on her on making you the sweetest drink so you can have a strong voice for singing.
But man, she covers her mouth as tears are very close to spilling from her eyes the moment she is aware of the amazing surprise you made for her. A song?? For her?? She is trying so hard not to cry because she is so touched by it. Hold her and she will cling to you with the biggest smile. The song becomes her favorite thing ever, she'll cherish it forever.
When you two are having a break to relax, she'll shyly ask you to sing that song again. Hearing it directly from you makes her soul feel at ease because she loves your singing so much. The end price? A passionate and a long kiss that will make your knees weak, don't forget the cute smile after! She loves you so much and wants to stand by your side through anything.
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To my dear Syrena.
Helloooo lovelies! :) I know, I know I still have some other thins I should continue writing but I couldn't ignore my urge to write this Young!Elendil x MermaidxOC One-Shot. I literally dreamed about it and hat to take the chance while my creativity level is still high! But before I talk to much: I hope you enjoy this little tale. :) I changed some bits especially regarding his children but this is more about the story rather than logic *cough*. I've got inspired by the song "Syrena" by Kiki Rockwell (you should definitely listen to it!).
TO MY DEAR SYRENA 🐚
Pairing: Young!Elendil x Mermaid!OC
Summary: Elendil only has one thing on his mind: His duty and the beauty of the ocean. One day, while he is out for a walk he encounters a creature, that will change him forever. A love so sweet and bitter.
Warnings: Perhaps a bit angsty to some!
Song: Syrena - Kiki Rockwell
Tie me up, strike me down
To my dear Syrena, damned my soul be bound.
It was a perfect morning – the kind where the air smelled of salt and the sky stretched endless and blue. The sea was restless and wild, still trying to calm down after a stormy night. Elendil enjoyed these mornings after a rough night, it helps to clear his mind and soul. The cool breeze tugged at his hair, and the sound of waves crashing against the sand soothed the weight of his worries. Command and duty were heavy burdens, but here, on the beach with only him and the ocean in front of him, he could find peace.
Yet, that peace was broken by an unusual sight.
A figure, half-buried in the wet sand, lay motionless on the shore, the waves crashing against the lifeless person. Elendil’s heart raced faster as he approached, unsure of what he was seeing. “A woman!” He gasped but as soon as he stepped next to her, his breath catched in his throat. Her golden hair was wet, spreading down her upper body. Her face was as if the Valar themselves carved it. But what truly caught his attention was the tail that was attached to her body. Where legs should have been, shimmering scales caught the sunlight, leading down to a tail curled beside her, water still dripping from its silvery fins. He had heard the legends, whispers among sailors of creatures who lived beneath the waves, their voices a siren song to men.
But no tale had prepared him for this.
“A mermaid,” Elendil breathed, incredulous. For a moment, he simply stood there, frozen, disbelief holding him in place. But as he watched her, her eyes closed, something within him moved him forward. Perhaps compassion? Or did her sight already lure him into his wet grave? He kneeled beside her, gently brushing her golden hair away from her face. She was clearly exhausted. Her breathing was shallow, and her eyelids fluttered as if caught between waking and sleep. The storm from the previous night must have swept her ashore, separating her from her world under the oceans surface.
“Are … you alright?” he asked quietly, his voice catching in the sea breeze. His hand hovered near her shoulder, unsure if he should touch her.
"Where ... am I?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. When she opened her eyes, it seemed like she was staring into Elendil's very soul. They were a piercing blue, the colour of the ocean where it is the deepest. They locked with his, and for a brief second, he felt like he was being pulled into the sea itself.
“You’re on the shores of Numenor.” He replied, his tone gentle as he tried to keep his nerves down. “I found you after the storm. What happened to you?”
Her brow furrowed as she looked at the sea as if searching for something. “I … there was a storm, yes,” she said slowly. “The currents were too strong. I was caught in them and I couldn’t find my way back. I was so tired that I needed to rest.” Her voice was melodic like the hum of a lullaby carried on the wind.
“You are safe to rest here,” Elendil assured her, feeling an unexpected protectiveness rise within him. “But you should return to the sea as soon as possible.”
“Not yet,” she murmured, their eyes meeting again. “I want to stay a little longer. I have never seen the world of men up close.”
Elendil hesitated, sensing a curiosity in her that mirrored his own. He had seen many strange things in his life, but none so wondrous as this. Against his better judgment, he sat beside her on the sand, letting the waves crush against his feet.
“My name is Elendil,” he said after a moment, watching her carefully. “What’s yours?”
“Syrena.”, she answered softly, her name rolling off her tongue like the waves around them. The name echoed in his mind as if he had heard it in some forgotten dream. “I have watched men from the ocean before. But I have never spoken to one.”
“You’ve watched us?” Elendil asked, smiling slightly despite the strangeness of the situation.
Syrena nodded, a bright smile on her lips. “You live such … fascinating lives. So many things I don’t understand. I’ve always wanted to know more.”
“And your world is not fascinating?”
“The ocean is beautiful, but it is endless,” she said, her voice tinged with sadness. “It can be lonely, even for one such as I.”
Their conversation flowed naturally as if the storm and the strange circumstance of their meeting had broken through all barriers. Syrena asked him questions about Numenor, about its people, its cities, its customs. Elendil answered patiently, finding her wonder for his world endearing and contagious. He, in turn, asked about the sea – its mysteries, the places only she had seen. And as the sun lowered, casting golden light across the horizon, they found themselves lost in each other’s company.
Before the tide rose too high, Elendil helped her back into the water. "Will I see you again?" he asked, the question slipping out before he could stop it.
Syrena smiled softly. "Perhaps," she said, her eyes twinkling like stars on the water. "If you come back to the shore... I’ll be close by."
Over the next few days, when Elendil returned to the beach, Syrena would be there waiting for him. As if an invisible string pulled them to each other.
He found himself drawn to her more with each passing day. There was something captivating about her—a wildness, a freedom that called to a part of him he hadn’t known was within him. And in return, she seemed fascinated by him, by the world of men, by his stories of Númenor. By the man who was sitting next to her.
One night, weeks after their first meeting, Elendil strolled down the beach as he always did, expecting to find Syrena waiting for him. Instead, his heart dropped at the sight before him. She was lying in the sand, but this time, something was different. Syrena was no longer a mermaid – she was a woman. Her tail had vanished, replacing long, slender legs. She lay unconscious, the moonlight hovering over her naked body. Panic gripped Elendil’s chest. He rushed to her side, kneeling beside her as he shook her gently. “Syrena?” he whispered, shaking her gently. “Syrena, wake up!”
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open. Confusion filled them, but when she looked down at herself, a gasp escaped her lips. "Elendil..." she whispered, her hand trembling as it reached toward him. "I—what happened?"
Elendil looked at her, overwhelmed by this situation. “I don’t know. Your legs … how is this possible?”
A tear slipped down her cheek as she smiled, eyes glancing up at the moon, remembering what she had whispered yesterday. “I wished for this,” she said softly. “I wanted to be with you, Elendil. To walk among your people, to see your world as you do. I prayed to the moon … and it must have heard my prayers.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Elendil felt his heart swell with emotions he could barely contain. She had wished for this—for him. Carefully, he pulled her into his arms, holding her close.
“You’re here,” he whispered into her hair. “And that’s all that matters.”
After that night, their love blossomed and the two of them shared a happiness that Elendil had never thought possible. By his side, she explored Numenor, her fascination with the human world growing even stronger. She learned the ways of his people, how they behaved and spoke and also how precious the warmth of human touch felt like.
They spent their days in laughter, their nights under the stars. Elendil found himself in love—truly, deeply, for the first time. He would watch her dance in the moonlight, her movements fluid and graceful, like the tides themselves. She was everything he had ever longed for but never known.
“Teach me how to love,” she had once whispered to him, lying beside him as they watched the stars. “Teach me to love like a human.”
He kissed her then, a gentle promise on his lips. “You already know.” he had replied, their fingers intertwined.
For a while, it seemed they had found their happiness. For years even. They loved each other passionately, married like it is custom amongst humans and Syrena even gave birth to two wonderful children.
But even in the joy, Elendil sensed something lingering, a quiet sadness in Syrena’s eyes that she tried to hide.
The change was subtle at first. Syrena’s laughter grew quieter, and her gazes out to sea grew longer. At night, Elendil would wake to find her standing at the shore, staring into the distance as if listening for something only she could hear.
And one night, it all became too much.
Elendil awoke alone, the sheets cold beside him. His heart raced, and without thinking, he rushed to the beach, his worst fear clawing at his mind. There, standing in the shallow waves, was Syrena, her feet in the water, her eyes filled with tears.
“Syrena?” he called, his voice breaking as he approached her.
She turned to him, her gaze heavy with sorrow. “I’m sorry, Elendil” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I thought I could stay. I thought I could belong here... with you. But I will always be of the sea.”
His throat tightened. “You do belong here, with me,” he said, stepping closer. “We’ve built a life together.”
She shook her head, tears falling freely now. “I will always love you, Elendil.”
“Syrena, please –“ Tears ran down his face while his heart slowly shattered inside his chest.
He reached for her, desperation in his heart, but she stepped back into the waves. “I’m sorry,” she whispered again, her voice almost lost in the wind.
And before he could stop her, Syrena disappeared beneath the water, leaving nothing behind but the sound of the ocean and a man whose heart died a tragic death.
She never returned. The days stretched into weeks, then months, but the sea remained silent. Every day, Elendil walked the beach, hoping for a glimpse of her golden hair, a shimmer of silver scales, but she was gone.
All that remained was the memory of her touch, her laughter, and the love they had shared.
And though the ocean had claimed her once more, Elendil knew he would always be bound to her, his soul forever tied to the woman who had captured his heart and vanished with the sea.
Drink my blood, break my bones
This grave will fit me better than your landlocked home. THE END. Authors Note: I am still thinking of writing a part two where Elendil is older, his children are adults, and meets Syrena again. Just let me know if you would be interested in a more happier ending. :D
#rings of power#elendil#elendilf#elendil x reader#lord of the rings#lotr rings of power#rings of power masterlist#rop elendil#elendil fluff#elendil angsty#elendil tragic#elendil mermaid
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Now that you mootified me, there will be so many asks from me😈 but I will send a few condensed ones to start off with
to begin:
TOP FIVE RIORDANVERSE BOOKS GO!!
TOP FIVE APOLLO CAMPERS EXCLUDING WILL GO!!
TOP FIVE NAOMI SOLACE AND WILL HEADCANONS GO!!
DID YOU LIKE TSATS, NOT READ, OR DISLIKED AND WHY??
and last- but CERTAINLY not least-
Naomi Solace headcanons for my brain rot🫶🏻
Thanks in advance for the brain rot, and I apologize if this got sent in twice; my tumblr crashed as I was submitting the first one��
Yippie!!!
top five is ROUGH uhmmmmm
Titan's Curse and the Last Olympian are so up there. I also really love the Son of Neptune. I'm rereading all the books again for the millionth time but this time I'm annotating so I can actually pic favorites, but I'm still on SoN so I can't make up my mind on the rest yet 😭😭
top five EXCLUDING WILL?!?!???!?!?!? HE'S LITERALLY MY FAVORITE HE'S MY BBG I LOVE HIM WHAT. (can't) call me basic but I LOVE kayla and austin. Also Lee and Michael hold a verryyyyy special place in my heart. Can I say myself? KIDDING. uhm uhm uhm. I don't remember any others woops
UGH I love Naomi and Will!!!! 1. Will is the textbook definition of a Mama's Boy. and his mama KNOWS IT. She's so proud of him 2. Naomi isn't really the best at telling people what she's thinking or how she feels about them (i e "I'm proud of you" "you did really good!" "you have such talent for (said thing)") but she always ALWAYS makes a conscious effort to tell Will she loves him 3. Will may be a sixteen year old, 6'4'' grown child, but he will still curl up in his mama's arms. 4. Will didn't meet his grandparents til he was 12. He had been a year round camper since he was 10. When he turned 11, Naomi moved back in with her parents. After a bit, Will went to 'summers only' for a year 5. When Will can't sleep, he'll listen to some of Naomi's older songs, the ones she'd sing for him when she was still writing them.
Plus one... two. 6. Like alot of young kids, Will liked to hold strands of Naomi's hair when he was pretty young. She kept it long and curly, and Will loved the texture. (and this is why Will likes to play with Nico's hair) 7. Will was born with brown hair, the same light brown that Naomi has. When he was claimed by Apollo, most of his hair went blonde. (happens to every child of apollo)
I personally LOVE tsats. I really don't think it was that good of a book and, as always with Rick's books, there are many time inconsistencies, but I still love it with my whole heart. Nico was my favorite character as soon as he was introduced, blah blah blah saw myself in him, blah blah blah other traumatic stuff that made me love him more, now he's queer and i'm crying because he's like me blah blah blah, and BOOM! TSATS! It's very dear to me because I get to see these characters over come their problems and... it's jsut very emotional
NAOMI FOR THE WIN!!!!! @mediumgayitalian has some really good Naomi writings
She met Apollo at one of her first gigs at a local bar. She thought he was some fancy fella from a band. They 'dated' for a bit before he had to go. Naomi understood, a good musicians life was never stationary. She was nineteen. When she was found out she was pregnant, she ran away from home, absolutely terrified of what her good Christian parents would think if they found out she had gotten knocked up by some no good rocker.
It was just them for a while, Naomi and her little baby. She never acted like she was always alone. Always said "us" and "we". She was never alone, she had her baby. She had to bounce around from place to place, looking for working, looking for a place to stay. A month before Will was born, she finally found a stable job and apartment. Naomi loved Will more than she thought she ever could, seeing as she already loved him so much before she had even met him. They were never separated- hell, until he started kindergarten, Will went to work with Naomi. All her coworkers loved him, his gap-toothed smile and face that lit up like the sun. That's all Naomi ever needed. Her son. Her sun. And, of course, he became her muse. Every song she wrote was about him in some way. Something about the sunshine, or a baby's laugh, her strongest love, her will to live. Her music started to get popular. Naomi would pinch Will's cheeks, "all because of you," she'd face. Will would giggle in return. Sure, he didn't entirely understand what it all meant, but if Naomi could keep him happy, she would do anything. Will was about eight when Naomi started opening up to the possibility of touring. It was nerve-wracking. Her stability, which she had worked so hard for, would be gone. She'd be bouncing around again, but this time she'd have Will with her. She was more of a "we" than she thought before. After some convincing from her friends (friends? coworkers? other women her age with children she was able to speak to occasionally? it was all the same) Naomi decided that the tour would be good for Will. The money she could get off of it... She could give Will a good life, better than what she would be able to do on her own.
She hadn't expected Will to hate the tour life as much as he did. He had to spend more time alone or with a babysitter, away from his mama. She wasn't there to tuck him in every night. He was sleeping in hotels or on a bus, not in his bed that had always been right by hers. Then, right around Will's tenth birthday, Naomi started to notice some odd things. Odd things that put Will in danger. So they went to New York.... And Will went to camp. Naomi, now she won't admit it, but she cried for weeks after she dropped him off. She couldn't sleep without him there, now completely alone. Alone for the first time in her life. She missed her baby boy, his sunshine smiles, his laughter, his stubborn curls- Hell, she missed the fact that they couldn't be in separate rooms for more than five minutes before Will started to get nervous. She missed the way he'd brush through her hair whenever he was sitting next to her, how he always curled up to her side and tucked himself under her arms. So for the first time in ten years, she called her mama. Naomi was 30 when she moved back in with her parents. She couldn't write songs any more, every one came out sounding wrong, half complete. Things didn't make sense. So she worked on their farm, helped them keep up the chores and maintain the fields Most of her cousins worked for the family business too, so she saw them almost daily either out on the fields or while dropping off shipments. She could feel the way they judged her. She left with that baby years ago. Now she's here and her baby ain't. How must she look as mother? If only they knew, how hard it was for her. So, with Chiron's permission and direct instructions of care (how stupid is that, Naomi having to learn how to take care of HER baby from someone else) Naomi brought Will home for the school year. Her parents LOVED him. They adopted the roles of Gammie and Pawpaw quickly. "Oh look at that smile," they'd coo and pinch at Will cheeks. But Will didn't laugh the same. He was hesitant, shakier. Wore an ace bandage around his wrist. His arms and legs were littered with light scars. Hell, his hair was blonde now! Will, always her baby, didn't look like her baby. Naomi was scared for him. But Will was still a kid, he'd run and laugh with her cousins' kids, he made friends at school, he shared stories of what life was like during the rest of the year (even though Naomi had heard it all in letters), he Pawpaw out with the animals on the farm. Her baby was back. She wouldn't be able to keep him for long, and god knew how much different he was gonna be next time she saw him, but for now she had her baby.
woops sorry that was a long one
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MARLIENE BARRETT , the daughter — all the poison, i convert it and i turn it to love here comes the FEMININE URGE, i know it so well to nurture the wounds my mother held — abigail original character. 8teen. College student. Queer. She/Her. Cis. Female. Libra. ISFP. Atheist. Chaotic Neutral. Alive. Daughter of Adam Barrett; very, very, very poor relationship. Visualized as SOPHIE THATCHER.
Most people are happy to hear they’re like a parent, whether it be a mom or a dad, but whenever Marliene hears the words you’re just like your father, it enrages her to a point she didn’t know she could reach. It was the lowest someone could go when it came to insults to her.
She hates it because it’s true.
It wasn’t always like that, though. She used to adore her dad. When people told her they were similar, she felt accomplished. More than anything, she wanted to be like him. Marliene and her dad were close, so very close. He was her hero, as a parent should be. She adored her mom just as much, though. He was a good dad, until he wasn’t.
He thought she didn’t notice him getting home later and later, but she did. She was observant. More than Adam would care to admit. He’d often walk in the door and find her sitting in the hallway of the apartment, or come into her room and see her sitting at the windowsill of her room waiting. Watching. A Scorpions CD that was actually his that she stole playing from a CD player he had gifted her. Rock You Like a Hurricane was always her favorite song he played in the car. He would not raise a pop music listener.
He would ask her what she was doing up and the answer was always the same; “Waiting for you.”
All this to say, Marliene was the last person to see him before he left her life for good. She remembered it like it was yesterday. Three - Thirty in the morning, she was thirteen. It was a Saturday, technically Sunday, and she couldn’t sleep and was reading a book she would hold very near and dear to her heart. J.D Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye, a controversial classic that she had read many times even at her young age. She had a few classics scattered about her room. Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath and Of Mice and Men, though she found that one to be a bit boring.
She heard him shuffling about their small apartment and walked out just as he reached for the doorknob. She asked him where he was going. She’s pretty sure she scared him, because he jumped a bit and looked at her with a wide eyed expression. Marliene noted that Adam looked nervous. On edge. He told her that daddy had to go away but he’d be back soon, despite her having referred to him as dad for a few years by this point. He ushered her to go back to bed as he left.
Marliene watched his car drive off into the night of Queens, New York from her Windowsill and that was the last anyone would ever refer to her as Marley again.
From the ages fourteen - eighteen she experienced multiple stages of grief and depression but one that always lingered was anger. She was so angry, all the time. At him. At herself. The world, anything she could be angry about. Marliene didn’t speak from thirteen to fifteen. She waited at her window consistently every night for those three years until she accepted the fact that he was gone. And he wasn’t coming back. And instead of coping with it, Marliene had decided to simply tell people he was dead when they asked. It made them uncomfortable and they never asked again. And to be fair, he was dead to her, so it wasn’t exactly a lie.
Art had been a big thing for Marley. She was quite good at it the older she got. Even painting on her walls sometimes. She went through all the different drawings she did over the years and scribbled out any that had Adam in them, put all the pictures of her and him away in storage boxes that were excessively sealed with a big DO NOT UNDER ANY FUCKING CIRCUMSTANCES OPEN written on it. Despite her tendency to skip she was a good student and was in multiple Honors and AP classes. She was eligible to graduate early and thats what she did.
She picked a school all the way out the way, far from home. Got a two jobs, one in retail and one in a bar, to pay for tuition. She was kicking herself for not seeing if she was eligible for scholarships. When she working her job at the bar a day or two prior to the job is when she would come face to face with her dad again. It was unmistakably him. And she knew he recognized her too. She promptly went into the back and had a panic attack, practically begging her co worker to take the table once she calmed down enough.
Later in her dorm she got a call from an unknown number. Though her gut feeling told her to answer, and she did. It was her dad — how the fuck did he get her number?
Words were said. Most were profanities. They couldn’t properly have a conversation in this state. They tried, but they were far too similar it was like Adam was arguing with himself that he just got annoyed. Eventually she told him to lose her number and to not contact her again, and hung up.
Marliene thought on it for a few days and decided to call him again, to apologize. When she called, that happened to be just as he was being tag teamed by Joey and a 12 year old so naturally, voice mail. She admittedly wasn’t the most sober, but nonetheless she left one.
“Hi Adam. I know you’re probably busy so like, I don’t know if you’ll get this but, uh, I’m sorry for how our last phone call ended. I was just … so angry. I’m not the most sober right now, but if I’m anything like you which … is all I’ve ever been told my entire life, that’s probably the only way I can say I’m sorry. Just. I don’t know. Call me back. Bye dad.”
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1, 2, 3 of the Just for Fun ask game for your new F/Os!
Thank you soooo much!! I was saving this one even though I answered the nicknames here and the shared hobbies here: I wanted to spend a whole post on songs >:)
It's hard to separate my Vampire Chronicles songs into characters, because they're all such similar characters at the very heart of them: the underlying theme of the books, that hollow space of eternity that always longs to be filled by something that doesn't really exist. But I did my best! I don't think I would share what songs remind me of the others in-universe, because that's kind of a weird thing to do, especially when most of them are so depressing.
3- do you have any songs that remind you of your f/o? a playlist? what do they think of it, if you've shared it with them?
Gabrielle de Lioncourt
Walking In My Shoes, Depeche Mode "The countless feasts laid at my feet Forbidden fruits for me to eat But I think your pulse would start to rush"
Disintegration, The Cure "I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery Stains on the carpet and stains on the memory Songs about happiness murmured in dreams When we both of us knew how the end always is"
Lestat de Lioncourt
Heavy In Your Arms, Florence and the Machine "I was a heavy heart to carry My beloved was weighed down My arms around his neck My fingers laced to crown"
High and Dry, Radiohead "Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never, ever stop"
Armand
Big God, Florence And The Machine "You need a big god Big enough to hold your love You need a big god Big enough to fill you up"
Mercy In You, Depeche Mode "I would lose my way again Be led hopelessly astray again Just so I could pray again For the mercy in you"
Louis De Pointe Du Lac
I'm Not Calling You A Liar, Florence and The Machine "There's a ghost in my lungs and it sighs in my sleep Wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks Then it walks, then it walks with my legs To fall, to fall, to fall at your feet"
Perfect Blue Buildings, Counting Crows "Asleep in perfect blue buildings Beside the green apple sea Gonna get me a little oblivion, baby And try to keep myself away from me."
Daniel Molloy
Abbatoir Blues, Nick Cave "The air grows heavy. I listen to your breath Entwined together in this culture of death Do you see what I see, dear?"
Bodysnatchers, Radiohead "It is the 21st century It can follow you like a dog It brought me to my knees They got a skin and they put me in."
#yeah okay it took me a few hours to pare down the list#but i feel good about these ones#i'll stand by them#messy vampire polycule#selfship playlist
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nine people i'd like to get to know better 🐳
i was tagged by rowan @sollucets, thank you sm <3
three ships
oh this is so hard bc there are so many good recent ones ! but i think i'll go with jom and yai from ifylita (because of the absolute devastation they caused me), gao shi de and zhou shu yi from we best love (bc come on, how can i not choose them?) & my all time favourites tang yi and meng shao fei from history: trapped because they were so rin coded, it was bonkers insane and crazy.
first ship
i think i remember telling u what my first ship was before and i'm sure it was daphne and thorn from the hex girls from scooby doo skjfhks they were my first ever pairing that i obsessed over when i was a kid.
last song
on spotify, it was evening glow by wave to earth
currently reading
i'm not reading any books rn, because i just got done with the song of achilles for the sixth time and i'm having feelings about it again so: paint smears on sunny days by snowshadowao3 which is teacher wei wuxian and single dad lan wangji, which is actually my kryptonite. i'm dead serious this is my favourite fic of all time. i read it all the time, and i'm in the middle of reading it again right now. it's tooth achingly sweet, and it feels like a warm hug in a fic. to sleep, perchance to dream by hyacinthssoul which is dean and pharm from until we meet again, but it's just so. so. good i can't describe it. it's not very long but it's a little fic that lingers in my mind when i read it and i would read 300k words from this author of dean being sweet on pharm like. i really truly would. you know i dreamed about you (before i saw you) by beelove which is a cute little magical au about yusuf and nicolo from the old guard! which is a fandom i was in for a long time and still hold dear to my heart. i decided to dive back into tog fics and found this gem in my bookmarks! i highly recommend, it's so cute.
last movie
i just watched mamma mia: here we go again! with my little sister and it was kind of good but i couldn't get into it for some reason dkfks i think bc it isn't lord of the rings </3
currently craving
oh um, i crave the ability to watch just one episode of a drama right now but my anxiety isn't letting me so instead i'm listening to music and experiencing dread for some reason skjfhs
i'm tagging @poonmitpakdee, @ongsasuns, @ueasking and anyone else who would like to do it omg i'm just shy about tagging people
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14 20 and 30!! for the music ask game >:)c 🫶
14. The love of your life
HMMM. oh this one is considered a sad love song BUT I think, if i had to have a song for the love of my life... would be antologia by shakira. it's one of my favorite songs from her, where the "narrator" talks about all the little mundane things that made her fall in love with the person she's singing about. and I often think that's what loving someone is, all the little things that stay in your mind and in new habits, even after they leave you
20. when you're feeling vulnerable
oooof. it's gotta be welly boots by the amazing devil. this is a song I can't listen to often because it's bound to make me cry. it's that song I put on when I need a moment to just curl up a little BQJSJWJE
30.a glimpse into your soul
saturn by sleeping at last, i think... and/or the witching hour by autoheart. both songs hold a very dear place in my heart in all the ways that matter
#IM SORRY FOR THE SPITIFY LINKS... I COULDNT FIND SOUNCLOUD ONES OTL#youve heard antologia though for sure BQBSJ1NNE#hades answers#LOVE YOU MITCH MWUAH TYTY
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2 & 9 for opal!
2. What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?
He knows what he's doing. Not all of it can be chalked up to dumb boy who doesn't know better.
9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?
I like this question. Here is his playlist! And attached favorite lyrics like the 8tracks days. I can't say who he's referring to in every song, but maybe you might have some ideas?
Well, I'm just a kid of ill repute / But the skin I wear's my only suit / And you, you're just a substitute / For the one that I hold dear
2. The blocking characters are plotting new disloyalty / But sensing their irrelevance, they're frowning and displeased / The car chased through the mini-mall, amaryllis on the hood
3. All these things I've tried, boy, be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young
4. I'M SCARED! THAT I! WON'T E! VER CHANGE! I THINK! ABOUT! HER E! VERY DAY! I CAN'T! LET GO! I CAN'T! GO ON! I'M NOT! OKAY! AT ALL!
5. Hey there Mr. Blue! We're so pleased to be with you!
6. 'Cuz my heart is my keep! / And yo-u-u-u-u-u are threatening me!
7. The ache of a decade / the cure is overdue / for this brand-new kind of blue
8. You told me I'm hard to live with, but you said it out of spite! / I may put you through some suffering but I'll never prove you right! / It's a chapter that you're stuck on, but you'd rather read alone / I'm an uninspiring ending, but the best you've ever known!
9. Once I was the King of Spain / now I eat humble pie / A palatial palace, that was my home / now I eat humble pie
10. All My Friends Are Falling In Love / I know that if I was to set you free / You'd let them take you away from me
11. The sleeping beauty of the wasteland / Carry the milk or pierce the body with swords / machine guns, flowers, and peacock feathers
12. You got a reaction / You got a reaction, didn't you? / You took a white orchid / You took a white orchid turned it blue
13. 'Cuz what if I become my mother's / sole reputation? / and with no hesitation / i just burn all night
14. You are an unfit rival / By spirits taught to sing / But a tune so twisted now / Like all that's sweet's gone sour
15. I hug myself hard / How come there's peacocks in the front yard?
16. One girl's not so loud, like a convert she believes / She's always been looking for wires / But now she knows none are required / It's magic
17. I can see now you've stepped into the light / You've got those bright kind of eyes that I like / I kinda lie and I can't find a way through / I've obscured my own view / Well I'd do anything to make you mine
18. I just want to know what your feathers are made out of / Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!) / Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest? / If your friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt / I know, I know, I know
19. My name should be trouble / my name should be woe! / 'cuz trouble heartache / is all that I know! / Lonely lonely blue boy / is my name!
20. Don't occupy my throne, give me the crown I own / Lived like you told me how, look at me now
21. Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen / Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention / I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
22. [no lyrics]
23. Misjudged your limits / Pushed you too far / Took you for granted / I thought that you needed me more, more, more
24. Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone / You wish that they hadn't, you don't wanna be alone / But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own
25. What she asked of me at the end of the day/ Caligula would have blushed!
26. [no lyrics]
27. Today I am / A small blue thing / Like a marble / Or an eye / With my knees against my mouth
28. Will you come a little closer now and tell me I'm a / Scrawny mother fucker with a cool hairstyle?
29. Hello again / Not much has changed / I'm still the same / Just a bit older / Where have you been? / How do you like it? / I'm still the same / Just a bit bolder
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Anywhere
Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep
Vanitas x Princess of Heart!reader
Based on the song “Anywhere” by Evanescence.
This is where I’d normally put the link, but it doesn’t exist on SoundCloud or Spotify. I’m still upset.
Just search it up on YouTube if you wanna listen to it. It’s a beautiful song.
Part II is here.
Dear My Love, haven’t you wanted to be with me? And Dear My Love, haven’t you longed to be free? I can’t keep pretending that I don’t even know you and at sweet night, you are my own…
Vanitas figured out Ventus’ trick to reviving.
Vanitas was just ripped out of Ventus. He hears a soft voice in his head. “Where am I?” He closes his eyes, feeling himself slowly fall. “Who are you?” He asks the voice as his feet hit the ground very carefully, opening his eyes. He sees a bright light in the distance. “I’m a pure heart. I felt pure darkness and followed it here.”
Vanitas rests a hand over his own heart. “That’s me. I’m the dark.” He looks down at the platform. It would have been a full circle, but more than half of it was missing. “My heart is in shatters, and the little I have left is in constant pain.” He explains to the voice.
“Then I’ll give my light, so you have something to hold onto.” The voice replies as light replaces the gaps in the dark heart. “You can also use it as a fail safe, for the worst.” Vanitas slightly smiles under the mask. “Thank you, Light.”
“You’re welcome, Dark.” The voice replies…
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“Our union wasn’t finished.” Vanitas floats down to Ventus, holding the broken X-Blade. “The X-Blade shouldn’t stay broken like this. Join me and we can complete it.” He points the blade at Ventus, who softly shook his head. “I have a better idea, how about I destroy you both?” Ventus summons his own Keyblade.
Vanitas laughs at Ventus. “The X-Blade is made of your heart, too, idiot. Destroy it, and your heart will vanish forever.” Ventus gets in a battle stance. “Your heart, too.” Vanitas laughs again. “Unlike you, I have a backup. A heart, pure of light, has allowed me refuge.” Vanitas explains. “Either we complete the X-Blade, or she houses darkness in her heart. Choose wisely, Ventus.”
“I don’t care. Anything to save Terra and Aqua.” Ventus responds, making Vanitas groan. “It’s always about your friends, isn't it?” He also got in a battle stance. “At least I have some. I've become a part of their heart, just as they've become a part of mine. My friends are my power...and I'm theirs!”
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During the battle, the station shatters, making the X-Blade slip out of Vanitas’ hand. He tries to grab it, but he can’t. He passes out, disappearing in a blinding light.
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Forget this life, come with me, don't look back you're safe now. Unlock your heart, drop your guard. No one's left to stop you now…
Vanitas opens his eyes, landing on another station. He looks over, seeing a little girl, her back facing him. She was dressed in a light red ball gown and a black tiara adorned her head. “This place... I've been here. So warm...” Vanitas says aloud, walking towards the girl. She turns around, facing him. Her (color) hair swaying to the side. Her eyes were bright (eye color), full of light and hope.
“I remember now. This is your heart.” Vanitas was right next to the girl, who reaches a hand to him. He kneels down to her level, gently taking her hand. She smiles softly at him. “Time for you to sleep, now.” They hearts had now completely joined, allowing Vanitas to heal.
We're leaving here tonight. There's no need to tell anyone, they'd only hold us down. So by the morning's light, we'll be half way to anywhere where love is more than just your name…
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🎵 🐰 🧡 🦖🎤 I'm in your asks again
You're right where I want you dear ;)
🎵 Last song you listened to? Welcome to my Island by Caroline Polachek. My dude. My guys, everyone, listen here. She's incredible. Her 2019 album Pang was the best dreamy ethereal lyrical hyper-pop record I'd heard at the time, and she did it again. She relased her new album Desire, I Want to Turn into You last week and it's INCREDIBLE. I have spun it non-stop for a few days and it singlehandedly holds my mental health above water while I struggle with my shitty work rush. I have no semblance of a sleep schedule, I am a shell, I cry twice a day because of lack of emotional regulation from lack of sleep, but I'm gonna go down in fucking style while vocalyzing along with her fucking insane voice flips and I'll look good doing it! I love this artist, I love how quirky she is, I love how disconnected she is from reality and what's normal. She is so fucking neurodivergent you couldn't fake it, I love her I love her I love her!
🐰 What do you think says the most about a person? I just answered that here and this is one I don't have an alternate answer for.
🧡 A color you can't stand? I have a hard time with green. There are a few very specific shades of green I love; a vast majority of green shades make me feel absolutely no emotion; and there are some shades of green that legit piss me off for existing. Who the fuck knows man, my brain is weird. Maybe it's the synesthesia. Maybe my brain's giving colors personalities. There are some greens I legit want to punch in the face. In their lack of face. In their no-face. Anyway.
🦖 Favorite extinct animal? I answered that one here and I honestly can't think of more right now? If yall have other examples of prehistoric tentacled monsters we're missing out on today, lemme know! I am open to a creature actually cementing itself as a solid fav, because I am interested but lukewarm at best about extinct animals. I never had the dinosaur phase.
🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to? Literally thousands. Music and metal music specifically is my main special interest and the first special interest my autistic brain fully latched onto from when I was 7. It got exponentially worse over the decades. My brain is an encyclopedia of lyrics, album information, band information, etc. Play me a song once for clean vocals and 2-3 times for screams and I'll know it. It's a bit of a problem because there clearly is no space for all that data in my brain versus other "normal" things I should know like, you know, maths and shit. My brain will remember by heart and be able to sing along to the entirety an album I haven't heard in 20 years. Not only that but I'll know the song titles, tracklist number, band members on the track, which album it's from, and likely writing credits and producers. But basic math make me foam at the mouth from how much I can't process. So like? Is it a win? I'll take it as a win XD
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