#but literally everything else is glittery too

[neck-thats-made-for-bruising]

Guys I'm Edward Cullen now

[cheqorb]

not soulmates after all.

Being the ever productive human you are, you download a cringey love calculator app for fun. Too bad the result is disappointingly low.

featuring. blue lock cast

notes. worst feeling is when you want to write but can’t be bothered to, this has been sitting in my drafts for a HOT minute. small drabble before i die of heatstroke, enjoy (or don’t).

You’re lounging on your couch, aimlessly scrolling through your phone when you stumble upon the greatest app you’ve ever seen. Like, this must’ve been the reason why the internet was created. Your entire life was for this one thing. The name alone, Love-o-meter 2000, sounds like it was invented by a 13 year old writing fanfiction for the first time.

But hey, you’re bored and there’s something about the heart emojis, pink sparkles and the promise of ‘definitive proof of true love’ that speaks to you on a personal level. Maybe this is why people think you’re an easy target for scammers.

You download it — disregarding basic internet safety 101 of not downloading shit from suspicious websites — and the app’s interface is exactly what you’d expect: glittery, over the top with a soundtrack of what can only be described as weirdly romantic elevator music. Okay, so, enter your and your darling’s name and the Love-o-meter will calculate your love score (and possibly decide the fate of your relationship).

Pure, unadulterated pseudoscience.

It’s perfect, it’s everything you’ve ever wanted and it’s definitely not bordering on insanity.

You send a quick text to your beloved partner who’s literally just in the other room informing them of your very smart decision. The message is ambiguous, designed to intrigue or confuse them as the evil mastermind you are. “Going to a fortune teller to see if we’re destined to be together. Let you know how it goes xx.”

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Rolling their eyes and sighing like the single mothers they are. Just what the hell have you got planned this time? They’ve been a victim of your schemes for the past few (what feels like) decades you’ve been together and are skeptical any time you message them out of the blue. Do they really want to know? Absolutely not and they refuse to engage in whatever witchcraft you’re trying to achieve.

Option one, they leave you on read.

Option two, they send a text with "Whatever you say, babe" for their own safety.

Rin, Sae, Post WC! Kunigami, Kaiser

Chigiri, Barou, Karasu, Raichi

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Confusion flickers across their face as they stare at the text for a minute. They debate on sending a message asking what you even mean by that, but delete it at the last second. Is it worth the risk? No. So they opt for the safe, more loving response because they adore you enough to deal with all this. Ignoring the fact that you’re both at home, they text back, "Oh okay, you have fun with that. Love you :)"

Be careful with some of these people though; if their overthinking habits kick in, they’ll start to panic over if you’re (hypothetically) unhappy with the relationship.

Isagi, Pre-WC! Kunigami, Hiori, Nanase, Kurona, Niko

Reo, Ness, Tokimitsu

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Immediately curious when they see the message and out of excitement, rush over to the room you’re in. They plop themselves down beside you, squishing their body against yours whilst peering over your shoulder to look at your phone. You can’t just say something like that and expect them not to want in on it! The pair of you are like kids at a sleepover for the first time with no adult supervision.

"If it doesn’t show up with 100%, this app is a scam and we refuse to listen to its lies, okay?" they add on, because as much as believing in this type of nonsense is fun; they don’t really feel like losing their partner today.

Bachira, Shidou, Aryu, Lorenzo, Charles

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At a loss on what to do and (whether out of general inexperience with these types of things or sheer laziness) send a lacklustre "k" before putting their phone down to finish something else. Well, if it predicts something really awful, then they’ll…figure it out when the time comes. With you helping, of course.

Nagi, Gagamaru, Otoya

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You type in your name first then pause to think (unheard of). Do you use their full name or some obscure nickname you gave them that one night which somehow stuck? Like, would it mess up the results? If you’re truly meant for each other, it shouldn’t matter. “Eh, better play it safe. Full name it is.”

You hit the heart-shaped submit button and wait eagerly. The screen flashes and you got…

Almost dropping your phone, you audibly gasp as you stare at the percentage. Four percent?! Okay, you might disagree with each other on some things but certainly not so much to be described as ‘Completely Incompatible’!

Obviously, you’re flabbergasted and the stupid thing has the audacity to play sad trombone music as you read through the description.

“You should think over this relationship a bit more. Maybe you didn’t notice the signs that were there through your rose-coloured glasses, but don’t give up on love entirely, there are plenty of fish in the sea!”

You have to stop yourself from shedding a tear and how on earth could you confess this to your beloved? They may not have taken you seriously the first time but suddenly texting them (or saying), “Yeah, this isn’t going to work between us </3 I’m sorry…” is sure to give them a scare. Cue them immediately responding and asking questions. Do you not love them anymore? Is it something they did?

…did you seriously go to a fortune teller?

Feeling kinda guilty for worrying them, you then send them a screenshot of the result/show them on your phone in person.

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More annoyed at you if anything, don’t scare them like that again. Especially not over a result of a game, and they tell you as much. Some of them are actually a little bitter over it though, because, who does this app think it is? You are soulmates and even if you’re annoying sometimes (most of the time), you’re still theirs.

Post WC! Kunigami, Barou, Raichi, Rin, Sae, Karasu, Kaiser

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Laugh it off but secretly thanking whatever gods blessed them because those few minutes of silence, just blankly looking at your text message were possibly the worst minutes they’ve ever been through. Genuinely had to get up and go to you in person to see if this was another one of your jokes or if you were being serious — with you, it’s hard to tell.

Isagi, Reo, Hiori, Nanase, Kurona, Niko, Lorenzo, Otoya

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Cry, chuck their phone to the floor, and basically slam the door open to see you. Tears are streaming down their face before they even say a word. You’re not leaving right? Don’t you love them? Please don’t end everything here…Oh it’s just an app?

Still, they’re not forgiving you (lie) for that stunt unless you reassure them that you love them and would never leave them.

Ness, Tokimitsu

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Gasp, out of shock more than anything. Most of them are the ones who came to you in the beginning — meaning they know exactly what you were doing — but it doesn’t matter to them. Disregarding what they said before, they take full offence to the result. They’re already prepared to leave 156 bad reviews on it just for this act of treason. Or they just get pouty for a bit until you comfort them.

Bachira, Shidou, Aryu, Charles, Kaiser (if he’s in a mood)

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Didn’t get what you were trying to do to begin with, and maybe still don’t, but they’re glad you’re not actually breaking up with them! It’s barely noticeable unless you watch them like a hawk, but they make the effort to spend more time with you afterwards. They’re not too sure why themselves, thinking it just feels right.

Nagi, Gagamaru

[strgrlxox]

pretty little thing.

✟ ꙳ original request here ! i've been so excited to write for college!james and this was the perfect chance 😘💋❞¸

+ ¸ ❞ this is literally just be not knowing how sports/college sports work for abt 800 words ꙳ ✟

he was so nervous beforehand, of course he tried to pretend like he wasn’t but he knew him better than that. it was the first game of the year and james, who got a scholarship for playing this very sport, felt like he was the worst on the team.

when he was still in school, playing against other teenagers, it was easier to be better than everyone else. now, he felt like all his talents were nothing short of average. 

you tried to comfort him as best as you could and it helped most of the time, but right now as you watched james pace around his dorm room, you weren’t even sure if it would work.

“james, it’ll be fine, love.” you smile at him from your spot on the edge of his bed. “you’ll do great, know you will.”

he couldn’t even process your words, his nerves eating at him. so you try a different method, standing from the bed and smoothing down your glittery skirt. you stand in front of him and he doesn’t even look your way until you grab both sides of his face and pull him towards you. lips meeting his because he could always kiss you and make you forget everything––how to stand and how to breathe. sometimes, he’d kiss you and you’d forget about all the air in the world except for what was in his lungs. he filled you with his love and got you drunk off his tender kisses. you only hoped you could provide him the same comfort. you place a hand on his chest, smiling into his mouth when you feel his heartbeat calm down. you release his mouth, still smiling at him, “you’ll do great, jamie.”

and he did. he scored at the last seconds and they won the game. you were so proud.

you had hugged and kissed him afterwards, “i told you so’s” dripping from your lips. he kissed you again, making you feel all dizzy.

he took you back to his dorm room after you promised to stay the night. he’d put you on his bed, the still-fresh adrenaline leaking from his veins––––too enraptured with you and your body to care about the aching in his bones. 

“you were so good out there, angel.” he kissed up your neck, letting his hands trail up your skirt. you laugh at the fact that he was praising you for your cheers when he was the reason the team won the game. 

“no, you were so good.” you try to hold back moans with the way his lips felt trailing on his skin panting out loud instead. “i barely blinked so that i could watch the whole thing.”

he shoots you a look, his eyebrows raised. “oh, yeah? what’d you think?” 

“took everything not to drop my pompoms and kiss you when you scored those points at the end.”

“hmm, maybe you should have just done it.” he smiles into your flesh and it’s contagious. “would’ve loved it if everyone knew that i got so lucky to be able to call the prettiest cheerleader mine.”

he looked at you with lust blown eyes and you couldn’t help but grow excited, even if you knew he was worn out already. “james, you’re probably exhausted.”

he laughed, “not yet.”

which is how you ended up with your legs on his shoulders while he pounded into you relentlessly.

“s'like this is my reward for doing so well, hm?” his tone is so condescendingly sweet. “best prize in the world.”

he told you to leave your skirt on, opting to just pull it up instead of removing it completely. his eyes are trained to the way the shimmering cloth moves as he thrusted into you…seeing you in his colors especially after he won the game did something to him.

“tell me how good i did.” he’d pant above you and you can barely fucking a reply, it’s more of a moan actually…something akin to “so good, jamie.”

“say it again.” he moaned out, the sound making you clench around him. “come on, pretty little thing. one more time, please? needa hear it.”

‘so fucking good, jamie. you did s––oh shit.” your words get caught in your throat when he thrusts into you deeper. “fuck, james you’re doing so good.”

he can’t help but chuckle at how far gone you are, loving how only he could get you like this.

“you like being my prize, don’t you?” he’s teasing and you love it. he’s fucking you out of your mind so you can’t even answer his question so instead you just moan louder while he fucks with every once of his remaining energy.

“god, i love you. my little cheerleader.”

[reysdriver]

Rockstar!Sirius

headcanons of Sirius as a rockstar/musician — rockstar!sirius x fem!reader

warnings: some sexual headcanons so minors dni cus it's not for you

words: 0.4k

a/n: I will be writing more of this AU, I just realized I hadn't done anything for rockstar!sirius so I had to do some quick hcs

- The band is The Marauders of course (I've said this for every rockstar headcanon list so far lol)

- Sirius is 100% the lead singer; he loves being the center of attention and this is the best way for him to get that

- He does play some instruments like guitar or keyboards if the band needs, but his main role is vocals

- Glam rock aesthetic, like he LOVES the makeup, the jewelry, the flashy outfits, everything 

- I could see him in a classic rock 'n' roll look, but for the band's peak, he's wearing those platform boots and glittery clothes

- Remus writes most of the songs for the band, but Sirius writes some too

- And most (if not all) of the songs he writes are about you, and I'd say about half of them are sexual

- Insists that you're his 'muse', says he can't be a star without you there

- So he'll bring you on all the band's tours, and dedicates every concert to you because 'without you, I'd be nothing'

- You'll even have your own little something in the band's contracts (like your favourite candy in the dressing rooms or just anything like that) because Sirius insists you be treated like part of the band

- And speaking of 'part of the band', he takes you on shopping sprees to buy matching outfits with him so that the entire world knows who you are because he just wants to show you off in the best clothes his rockstar money can buy

- Wants you to star in the band's music videos and be on their album art

- The entire fanbase knows about you (how could they not? do you really expect Sirius to keep you a secret) and they love you 

- He will talk about you in every interview he does

- I picture him super tattooed (like he was after azkaban but like in a good way)

- Honestly just rockstar!sirius is Damiano David like literally same exact person

- If it's modern, he'll post pictures on social media like Jennifer Lopez using Ben Affleck's cropped nudes for a father's day pic

- Or like post-sex selfies like his smug face after eating you out that you equally find so embarrassing and flattering 

- And when you tell him (only partially seriously) to keep those pictures private, he just teases and says 'how else will the world know how much I love you if I don't show them?'

[ineffableoutpost]

Spa Night

Fluffy steddie thread

It was a dumb idea, and Steve knew how silly he probably looked right now, but everyone else could fuck right off, ‘cause he deserved some relaxation.

As a little kid, he remembers seeing his mom in the evenings with some sort of creamy substance over her face and two cucumber slices over her eyes as she relaxed after coming home from work. During the brief six months that Steve’s dad was fucking his assistant at night and said he was staying late at work, Steve and his mom would have mini spa nights.

Safe to say that when his father got the girl pregnant and paid her to get an abortion, his mood soured and he took it out on little ten year old Steve. But alas, he grew up and forgot about it, until he met Nancy and caught her doing the same thing.

One night after he tried sneaking in through the window. She applied what was left of the concoction on his face and placed two cucumber slices over his eyes, and they laid down on her bed listening to music. It was a memory he cherished deeply.

Then the upside down happened and everything went to shit, literally. And then it happened a few more times. And for the most part, Steve would forget about it and only do it on a rare occasion when he felt like he could actually relax.

He got Robin to join him a few times, but her skin turned out to be very sensitive and it would give her an allergy or cause her to break out. Still, she sometimes would accompany him and even paint his nails with a glittery pink varnish she had.

Nancy and Robin were the only two people who knew about this, that is, except for Eddie.

Eddie who had decided to pay Steve a little visit unannounced and caught him lying on the couch, eating chips with a face mask on, cucumber slices and his hair wrapped up in a towel.

“Steve?” Eddie asked, letting his mouth hang open. Steve flicked and lifted one of the cucumber slices to get a better look, still squinting his eyes to try and focus his shitty sight. “Fuck, shit,” he cursed, starting to move from his comfortable spot.

“Nah, don’t move! you look comfy.” Even with the pink cream over his face, he still felt his cheeks glow red at the comment. “Were we supposed to meet up?”

Eddie shook his head, kicking off his shoes and dropping his keys on the little dish Steve had on the coffee table. “I was bored, and thought we could some joints, but this seems much more interesting,” he smirked.

“Don’t make fun of me,“he pouted

“Would never dream of doing so.” Steve rolled his eyes and sat up, letting the towel he had on his head drop down, revealing his damp hair. “Are you gonna keep me in suspense Stevie?”

Steve sighed and crossed his legs leaving room for Eddie to sit next to him on the couch. “I like to put on face masks and have a spa night to decompress and relax.” Eddie nodded, clearly amused at the big jock in front of him.

“Can I try?” Steve’s eyes opened in delight, excited to have someone to share this with. He nodded and got the little bowl with left over mixture from the table, mixing it a few times. Eddie tied his hair up in a loose ponytail and motioned his face towards Steve, closing his eyes. He flinched at the cool feeling and Steve’s fingers.

“Smells nice, what’s in it?”

“Lavender oil, avocado, honey and coconut oil.” Steve covered Eddie’s skin, enjoying the opportunity to touch him so up-close.

“Now what?” Eddie asked once Steve was done.

"Now we relax.”

They started off by closing their eyes and resting their heads against the back of the couch, passing the bowl of chips to each other and gossiping about people’s rentals from Family Video.

About an hour in, they both started to yawn, getting sleepy, even though it was only 9 pm. Steve led Eddie into his bathroom, where they both washed their face. Steve didn’t even have to work too hard to convince Eddie to sleep over.

In the end, he knew that they would be repeating this again, seeing as they fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow, and woke up tangled in each other’s arms. Thought at first a little awkward, they kept repeating the tradition at least once a week, and it lasted even when they started dating.

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@redlegumes

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Let's fucking go i'm feelin' silly goofy with the idea now lol let's get impulsive and fanservice-y

[STUNNED]

Running in the snow, far away from his sister and her apparent new friend after witnessing the horrible things in the bathroom. Bodies everywhere, arms and legs and hands and heads, there were the missing prom kings and queens found nowhere else but in Cyn's own bathroom, the suit is still making him feel embarrassed at the thought of being perceived with it on him... What the hell happened to his dear little sister?!

Suddenly, "oof-!" He stumbles upon a running tall figure, falling down on the snow surface

"What the-... Uh- U- Uzi???" Nathan questioned in surprise of what he sees

There she was. Serial Designation Z, nicknamed Uzi by her BEST FRIEND! Best friend... Nathan, in a whole glittery purple dress with a thigh cut and a apparent flower on her hair despite Copper 9 having no vegetation whatsoever, only snow, ice, random buildings and dead bodies, human and Worker Drone alike littered everywhere

"Nathan?! Wha- what are you doing out here?!" Z shouted in fear, mostly for Nathan's safety considering the state of Copper 9 overall, but there's a hint of guilt in her voice... "And why do you still call me Uzi??"

"It's..." Nathan was dissociating at the sight of Z's new look for the prom situation, interrupting his train of thought with the image of his best friend in a dress. Somehow Z doesn't notice his visor filling up with diagonal yellow lines

"Nathan? Helloooo?" Z approaches Nathan to tap onto his visor, getting a really bad burn on her finger, "ooh ouch-!" She puts her finger in her mouth to relieve the pain from the burn caused by... Apparently Nathan heating up, who's also waking up from his dissociation

"Wha- whu- wh- u-uhm- Uzi! You look uhm-... How- how do i say this-" Nathan stuttered, still blushing and cooling systems doing their hard work can be heard

"It's the dress, i know, Nathan..." Z looked away, also visibly blushing but not as much, from the embarrassment of honestly just being perceived with the dress on at all, she'd much rather wear that shirt and jacket over anything else

"Okay- sorry about that, i don't wanna be rude- and also uhm- so my sister Cyn is gonna kill everyone in the prom aaand i'm gonna need some help with that..!" Nathan chuckled nervously, for literally everything just became intense straight outta nowhere

"But i doubt you'd wanna help me with that, since the things that happened back there..." N remembers the exact words spoken just by him, running around his guilt-ridden head...

"T is going to kill everyone at prom, and i don't want any more oil spilled around like this... I actually would like you... Being there..." Z felt a strange, almost out of place feeling, trying to speak the words one by one...

What... Are you things..?!

What... Are you things..?!

What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!

WHAT ARE YOU THI

"With me..." Z couldn't help but blush... This feels so off and out of place, why is it there..?!

Nathan smiled at this, the precious thoughts interrupted and fading away. His best friend doesn't hate him, turns out! Things can get better, they can be good! Things don't have to be so terrifying and painful! He couldn't help but jump behind her and put his left hand on her side, the other in the air in joy. "Dapper buddies!"

Z wanted to slap his hand right off her, but also didn't want to, subconciously... So she sucked it up, it's not the worst thing right now

"You look good in the suit too, Nathan..." Z spoke one more time...

"Ah- uh- th- thanks! I- i guess? Eheheeh..." Nathan blushed once more...

... Before they set off to stop Cyn and T's carnage at the dance floor

@lumineary-arts i had to your dumb little au got me hooked

[ugh-yoongi]

Congrats on the 1k!!!

Can I request an idol boyfriend Namjoon and y/n drabble? Something like they’re on a museum date and Joon is being his intelligent/passionate about art self, talking all the artwork and whatnot, and y/n just gets so turned on so they end up hooking up in a hidden part of the museum? 👀

namjoon being an enthusiastic art heaux? this is right up @effortandmore's alley. thank you for this request, though. this one was fun.

most of the history on the piece described here is from the met's website, here. it's a really interesting and heartbreaking piece; i encourage everyone to check it out.

(also, this is more "waxes poetic about art" than anything else. smut takes me forever to write and i figured you've waited long enough, so you'll have to headcanon it, i am so sorry. also, something about this piece just screamed namjoon to me and i wanted to write it. hope you enjoy anyway!)

nydia

pairing: namjoon x reader (no pronouns used) genre: established relationship au; fluff warnings: can be read as idolverse or not, one mention of suicide (the story behind the sculpture is pretty depressing), light swearing, namjoon being hot and smart, unedited. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 1k

The next gallery you walk into is vast.

Full of windows that cast a mid-afternoon glow on the floor. Stained glass casting colors. In here, everything feels grand. Feels a little overwhelming, reminds you of your place in the world: small, irrelevant, hopeful. You’re standing in a room of giants, both literally and metaphorically.

Namjoon is large on his own, but here it feels endless.

Diana is centered in the room, light dancing across the bronze. As you stare up at her, you wonder if she’s happy with this iteration. If she mourns her original purpose, poised atop one of the city’s most recognizable buildings, now long-gone. Demolished. You wonder if she’s content to be stationary when she used to go the way of the wind.

She’s stunning, even as a replica of her original self, but she’s not what Namjoon came here for.

What Namjoon came here for is also in the center of the room. The marble she’s carved from is more modest than Diana’s glittery bronze, but no less impactful. Her name is Nydia, and Namjoon has been obsessed with her since he’d gotten his hands on a first edition of an old novel, out of place amongst his poetry, but inspired by art and weathered by time and someone else’s devotion to it.

“There she is,” he says, and the room is vast and empty but you could make out the hushed awe in his voice from miles away.

You tuck yourself into his side, feeling just as small next to him as you do next to all of these sculptures. Laugh softly, endlessly endeared, at all the pamphlets he has clutched in his hands. History upon history, always something else to learn, and you could write just as many on the man beside you.

“Tell me about her.”

Namjoon looks down at you. Smiles. Says, “Her name is Nydia,” even though you know that already. “Randolph Rogers sculpted her in 1856. She’s based off of the character from The Last Days of Pompeii.”

You study her. Admire all of her intricacies, all the love that had gone into creating her and telling her story: her closed eyes, the broken Corinthian column lying at her feet, the movement of her dress. You’re vaguely aware of her story, recited to you by Namjoon over the span of three afternoons, one for each volume, so you know enough to know the tragedy, but you’d be able to feel it if you hadn’t.

“In the novel, she was kidnapped and enslaved and rescued by a man named Glaucus. She falls in love with him, but he’s betrothed to Ione.” He sighs, subdued; probably knowing too much about unrequited love. Probably relating too much to the sculpture standing tall before him. “There’s a lot that happens in between, but Vesuvius erupts and Nydia leads Glaucus and Ione to the Bay of Naples, where they’re able to board a ship to safety.”

Namjoon reaches out, careful not to touch, and traces the air along Nydia’s fingertips, her hand that’s raised to her ear. “She’s blind, so she’s used to navigating by sound. Everyone else in Pompeii is unable to see through the ash and rock, but Nydia has never been able to see, so she’s able to get them to the ship by listening to the ocean.”

The two of you share a quiet moment. You wonder what it must’ve been like, living through the chaos of that day. Watching, hearing the world burn down around you, helpless to stop it. Knowing you’re doomed to your fate. You wonder if you would’ve made the same decision as Nydia, if the pain of loving someone who doesn’t love you in return would hurt too much to be selfless. You wonder if it would’ve haunted you.

“What happened to her?”

Namjoon remains quiet. You almost think he doesn’t hear you, but then he answers, just above a whisper: “She decides that death is preferable to the pain of her unrequited love for Glaucus and kills herself. Slips into the sea.”

“Oh.”

The huff of laughter that tumbles out of Namjoon surprises you. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to be depressing.”

“It’s not your fault. I’ll just have to write a strongly-worded letter to Edward Bulwer-Lytton.”

A full-on cackle. “Yeah. Let me know what he says.”

“Probably, ‘Sorry my novel upset you, but I’ve been dead for a hundred and fifty years.’” You sigh, trying to shake off the dregs of sadness. “Tell me about Rogers. Is that less depressing, at least?”

Namjoon lights up the way he always does when you ask him about art: entirely, with his whole being. Looks like the first time you told him you loved him, and you think they’re probably the same, that they say the same thing. “Mostly. C’mere.”

You follow him to another sculpture. Ruth Gleaning, it says. “He carved this one, too. It was his first large-scale work, since he’d mostly sculpted busts of tourists after he moved to Italy. Nydia was much more popular, though; a year or two later he was commissioned by the U.S. to do the bronze doors for the Capitol building. He was also commissioned to do a statue of John Adams but it got lost at sea.” Namjoon looks anguished at this. “Fuck, can you imagine? He had to redo the whole thing.”

“Sounds a lot like you.”

“Wow, rude.”

The two of you share another laugh, but you’re struck by all of what Namjoon is. Intelligent, empathetic, eager. Always wants to bring you into what he loves, always wants to share it. Doesn’t deem anything unworthy of knowing, because you wouldn’t have thought Namjoon would know all of this, the history of an American sculptor forgotten behind the likes of Calder, Nevelson, French. But he has assigned spaces for everything, so of course he knows.

It’s a little overwhelming, how much you love him.

How much you want to know him the way he knows everything else.

The gallery you’re in is vast, but it’s filled with love. An artist’s love for its subject, your love for Namjoon. They say the same thing.

[1986harrington]

i would die for #28 with steve lmao

Steve Harrington x fem!reader Prompt: #28 - I hate that you're mad at me but you look so hot right now Summary: When Steve doesn't show up on time for your date, he ends up on your bad side... Word Count: 1.3k

There were a lot of things you loved about Steve Harrington. 

You loved his honey-brown eyes, his good soul and his lionheart.

You loved the way he made you feel so seen; as though everything else was a haze to him and you were the only thing perfectly in focus. 

You loved his wild hair and the scratch of his stubble and the warmth of his skin. 

You loved the smell of him on your pillows, the way he never stopped making you laugh and the way he loved without abandon.

What you didn’t love, however, was his inability to be on time for literally anything.

It was 7:45pm on Friday night. More specifically, the night of the Hawkin’s High Snow Ball. All the kids were going - the boys donning ill-fitted suits and too-big hair, whilst the girl’s were swamped in glittery fabric and poofy tulle - and you and Steve were supposed to be chaperoning, per Dustin’s request.

Steve was working until five-thirty, so you both planned for him to pick you up at six-fifteen and head to the school for seven.

Yet here you were, over an hour later dressed in a floor length, strapless, shimmering dress - respectable enough for a school dance in that all your vital parts were covered, but tight enough that it didn’t leave much to the imagination - and your boyfriend was nowhere in sight. 

You had already removed your shoes a while ago, the straps of your heels uncomfortable even whilst sitting. You watched as the clock ticked by, eyed the phone on the wall and waited for it to ring.

At first you were simply annoyed, convinced that he'd lost track of time chatting to some old highschool friends at the video store, or that he'd simply forgotten what day it was and where he was supposed to be. But as the time passed by and he didn't call, a worry started to gnaw at your insides, settling uncomfortably in your chest until you felt your palms grow clammy and you grew restless, pacing around the living room as your dress swept along the carpet. You pressed a palm to the back of your neck, exposed from the way your hair was pinned up in a messy yet elegant up-do, perfectly waved strands loose around your face.

You tried calling the store, but by now it was after eight and they were closed for the night. You tried Robin's house next, but her mom said she was out with Vicki, with no mention of Steve.

You were just about to head upstairs to change into some sweats and head out to look for his car - which you were now imagining overturned at the side of a dark road or wrapped around a tree - panic rising in your chest and tears nipping at the back of your eyes, when you heard the rumble of an engine and wheels on the gravel outside. The headlights shone through your front window, causing your dress to glimmer like a mirage and when Steve finally tumbled in the door thirty seconds later, he looked at you like you were one.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I-" He panted, out of breath and bent over, hands resting on his knees before he lifted his head to look at you.

"Wow," He said, standing up straight, eyes raking over you, jaw hanging slack.

"Don't you dare." You warned, voice breaking slightly as you blinked, and the tears you'd been staving off finally fell, perfectly in sync down both cheeks.

You shouldered past him on your way to the staircase, gathering the length of your dress in your hands so you could climb the stairs without stepping on it.

"I- I was only gonna tell you that you look-"

"You were going to tell me I look beautiful," You finished the sentence for him, spinning around when you reached the top of the stairs. He stared up at you from the bottom step, with a look that suggested he was unsure if he was to agree or stay quiet.

"And honestly, Steve? There's nothing I would have liked to hear more from you. Two hours ago, which is when you were supposed to be here!"

You burrelled around, heading for your room as Steve followed you up, taking the stairs two at a time.

"I know, alright? And I'm so sorry, baby, I am." He pleaded, and you kept your back turned to him so he wouldn't melt you on the spot with those eyes of his. You reached the dressing table in your room, placing your hands flat against it as you heard him follow you in.

"I wanted to be here on time, I swear. But my shitty fucking radiator blew halfway home from work, so I had to walk to a payphone to call a mechanic, and after I called him, I realised I didn't have any quarters left to call you. And then the guy took forever to show, and he couldn't fix it on the road so he had to tow me to the garage and I'm sorry we missed the dance-"

"I don't care about the stupid dance, Steve!" You sobbed, turning to face him and he could see the remnants of fear still in your eyes. "I thought you'd been in an accident! That you were hurt somewhere, and I didn't know where the hell you were, and I called the store and then I called Robin-"

You were ranting now, breathless and panicky, words running into the next as Steve crossed the room to you, placing both warm hands on either side of your face.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm okay. I'm right here." He soothed, his forehead coming to rest on yours as your eyes fell closed. Your hands found their way into the front of his polo, knotting themselves there as you pulled him in closer until you were chest to chest and you could wrap your arms around him.

He huffed a laugh into your hair as you bear-hugged him, squeezing so tight that his breath caught in his throat.

"Hey now, careful or you'll pop a rib." He spoke against your temple, pressing a kiss there before you pulled back.

"I'm still mad at you." You declared, glaring up at him with a furrow in your brow, but the tears had stopped.

"Oh I'm sure."

"We missed the dance."

"Thought you didn't care about the dance?"

"Well I didn't when I thought you were potentially dead at the side of the road."

"Charming," Steve muttered affectionately, but you pointedly ignored him as you kept speaking.

"But now that I know you're alive, I very much care that we missed it. The kids are gonna be so disappointed and I spent all this money on a new dress and-"

"Can I just say one thing?" Steve asked, cutting you off mid-rant and you huffed, crossing your arms with an expression that told him to go ahead if he must.

"I hate that you're mad at me, but you look so hot right now."

A grin split wide across his face, reaching all the way to those caramel eyes of his as they roamed their way across your dress. You wanted to push at his chest and tell him he was a shameless dumbass, but for some reason - even after all the time you'd been together - his words still caused a flush to climb up your throat and color your cheeks his favorite shade of pink.

"This old thing?" You asked, half-turning to give him a better view of your ass as you glanced over your shoulder at him. "I was actually just about to take it off."

[fantasy-mixtapes]

Fig Faeth Junior Year Playlist: Side A

It's no surprise that Fig Faeth's playlist is the one that I actually listen to the most. It's just a very good vibe and I love her. Took extra time to Song descriptions and thoughts down below. Spoilers for Episodes 1-10.

Genres included: Pop-punk, Punk, Alternative

1. hair out, Stand Atlantic

Am I fuckin' up my life? I'm just tryna make improvements Slowly givin' up the fight But I gotta cover up the bruise That I get from all the Expectations give me vertigo Wasting away to the pressure The pressure, The pressure, oh

This song is such an earworm, scratching a specific itch in my brain. Love the fact that both Kristen and Fig (the failing girlies) start with a Stand Atlantic song, and it works with the way that Fig is coming at this season. From the jump, she is one of the most visibly and audibly burnt out, specifically from the pressure of the "sophomore album" that was supposed to come out months ago. This song is definitely about the pressures of a songwriter as well as the pressures of life in general so it fits sooooo perfectly. Especially with the "I can already here people hating the song" outro *chefs kiss*

2. Who The Hell Am I?, NOBRO

God, I'm tired of being like this I can change, but in a minute Always looking for the back door, on the run Always at the party, never quite having fun Play with fire, and you're gonna get burned I'm on fire, and you know it hurts I was always on the outside looking in Maybe it's me 'cause I never wanna fit in

Fig's class struggles, her conversation with Mazey, I can't take it. I feel like we've all been there. I really love how the narrative with her has progressed, like last season was deconstructing her need to mold herself into other people (or into an idealized version of herself) now she's trying to figure out who she is at her core without all the disguises.

3. 7 Years Bad Luck, Glasseater

Something strange seems to be plaguing me Everything I touch falls apart I've lost it all, losing all my luck Suffering 7 years bad luck

I don't particularly love this song, a little too unintentionally underproduced, but it deserves a spot on this playlist. I feel like I would be Fig in the curse situation. It took me a literal year to deal with debilitating stomach problems, and I, too, waited until my friends noticed to actually do something about it. Either way, can't wait to learn more about the weird Galier Pride curse, love the representation for my stomach problem girlies

4. Where the Heart Is, Sweet Pill

Get this My mind's been in a million places but my body hasn't moved an inch And I feel like I'm missing out again Ignoring my plans Wondering how they went Feeling bad about it If I could just take a chance I wouldn't feel so bad To see past myself I wouldn't feel so bad

This is Fig's final decision to try Paladin after doing so well with Warlock. She knows the priorities in her gut don't match with what anyone else says, but she's discovering her loyalty. She's figuring out her actual drive... following her heart <3

5. Impostor Syndrome, Sidney Gish

Unfortunately, I am My own dog, my own fur companion My own old lady on a forum Who types in glittery decorum Unfortunately, I take Myself out walking every day and I had my legs to the feet and I give my head to the leash

Making Fantasy High playlists is like making a ven diagram of which dog-themed songs are Tracker-coded and which are Fig-coded. This one, to me at least, is Fig-coded. (yes, I do have a tracker playlist, and yes, every song in it is dog/wolf specific, BUT THEY'RE GOOD OK). We love our Oath/Pact of the German Shepard.

6. You Owe Me Nothing In Return, Alanis Morissette

I'll give you countless amounts of outright Acceptance if you want it I will give you encouragement to chose The path you want if you need it You can speak of anger and doubts Your fears and freak outs And I'll hold it

So I know that we're gearing up for Fig's Warlock/Paladin agreement post "mooner yulenear," but this is my interpretation of what it's going to look like. She cares about her friends, and she would do anything for them! And though I know this song came out in 2002, Alanis Morissette is a 90's icon and perfect for the grungy riot grrrl vibe I see for her

[soullessjack]

oh my god wait I need to bring back my violent slapsticknatural posting. like you don’t get it we literally have zero power scaling for how far cas and jack’s healing factors go. we’ve only ever seen them got shot and stabbed , so who’s to say what else they could heal from? like picture this. you’re a monster of the week doing your monstrous business with some monster pals or something, completely unaware of angels or demons or anything else like that, and then in barges this stupid annoying hunter family to ruin the fun.

one of these guys looks like a cross between a gay porn parody of Columbo and a tax accountant. the other is, for one, Staunchly young to be a hunter, and he also looks like he would’ve been plastered on some teenage girl’s wall as a poster with little pink glittery gel pen hearts and initial pluses drawn all around him. maybe even have a major role in a Disney sitcom. gay porn Columbo could put up a pretty good fight but you can take heartthrob out like it’s nothin.’ so you go and work some monster magic beating his ass and eventually you snap his neck like a twig.

your monster buddies run a clawed fist clean through the chest of gay porn Columbo and for a minute he goes satisfactorily limp on their arm. for a minute small town Zac Efron lies on the floor with his head at a horrible angle, looking like a doll that got dropped the wrong way, and for another minute more you hear the jolly green giant and his tiny little Ken doll screaming and shrieking in total agony and because you’re a narrative monster of the week it’s the most beautiful sound in the world. But then something happens. gay porn columbo twitches and jumps back to life with an arm still lodged all the way through his chest, and with a strength even more inhuman than yours he rips it out of himself, groaning with pain but still acting as if he were merely removing an inconveniencing splinter.

your monster buddy shrieks at the touch, then howls in pain as gay porn Columbo just fucking breaks his arm. tiny little Ken doll and jolly green giant are elated but also not very shocked that their pal survived that. hm. you silently make note of that and then turn to face your own kill, only to find the most sickening nauseating sound ever coming from his corpse, like a thick wet grinding, and his head slowly rotating back around like a doll again. to your horror, you realize that his very spine is completely rearranging itself, setting itself back in place and his head is very correcting the angle you sharply pulled it to.

you don’t know what to think anymore. you don’t know what to do. these are hunters, human hunters, hunters are always humans, that’s how it fucking works. it’s never been anything else, it’s not some unspoken rule, it just is the reality of hunters and monsters. the other two guys, jolly green and Ken Doll, are clearly human, and they’re hunters, but then why are they parading around with whatever the fuck these freaks are? And why are these freaks hunters, too? Are they traitors? What the fuck is this? but before you can even move your thoughts into words, you’re gutted and shot and broken along with your monster buddies. as you lay dying, bleeding out, still trying to make sense of everything that just happened, oscillating between darkness and fleeting vision, you hear the gruff voice of gay porn Columbo complaining about his chest pain as if he were experiencing heartburn from a bad pizza. how it takes so much out of him to waste his “grace” on mending clothes along with wounds. then you hear the voice of the annoying boy band clone whine about a headache, asking if the other two guys have any aspirin strong enough for a broken neck.

then you die, and you still don’t know what the fuck just happened.

[mywrittengartgallery]

PEDRI - Troisième regard

Words : +6,3k 

Warning : pure fluff

Summary : Neither you or Pedri had ever believed in love at first sight, nor in fast dating. Taking your time was a must that pleased both of you. Wasn’t going on dates the best part of flirting ? (Second part of “second regard”)

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“What will you wear?”

“I don’t know! I’m so fucking stressed!”

“A dress does it generally.”

“Yes, I know, but I don’t want to be overdressed...”

Martha nodded, understanding your struggle. In a way it was a happy struggle, worrying over getting ready for a date wasn’t exactly a disaster. She wanted to ask more though, however the professor that was doing the lesson in front of the full amphitheater, glared at the both of you, close to calling you out in front of everyone. As a result, she put some space between you and turned a little bit so she could fully face the blackboard. You did the same, trying to take notes of what he was saying, despite his inhumane speech speed.

“It is really important to never, ever give beta blockers to patients who suffer from asthma, this medicine actually blocks bronchial beta 2 receptors and so aggravates an asthma crisis” his voice was as monotone as it could get, and if it weren’t for the constant silent notifications you were receiving on your phone, you would have probably dozed off by now. You should have known Martha wasn’t done.

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The rush wasn’t something you particularly liked: you were someone who liked it organized, usually clothes chosen the night before and a schedule thought perfectly that you would thoroughly follow. But accepting a date with Pedri meant composing with his hectic schedules and so a potential crash of your own schedule. That’s why you had rushed back from the university to your apartment, Martha following the best she could, in order to make something out of the mess you were. Alright, you literally could have waited for the weekend for another proposition of date, he had said that he understood if you couldn’t and that he was willing to wait three more days. But you were impatient, you wanted to spend time with him.

“Put this one on, it’s a cute one but still simple” and you would probably die without the blondie. You thanked her, wrapping her in a hug and taking the silky blue-grey wrap dress: it had long sleeves that were a little flared at the end, it also wasn’t too long, revealing a little bit of your thighs. You quickly put it on, while you tried to find the shoes that would go with it.

“Y/N sit down, I’m doing your hair while you put some make up on” again, you would probably die without her. You sat down in front of your bathroom’s sink, on a chair that Martha had taken from the kitchen to make it easier when situations like that arose. You took out all of your make up from your glittery pouch and tried to find the items that you thought would fit. It would be an easy-slash-natural make up because you weren’t the most experienced in this area but mainly because you were running out of time and if you were to ruin any of the steps, you knew you would have to do it again. You couldn’t afford that. On the other hand, your roommate was working on your hair, curling them in a way that they would find themselves lightly wavy by the end of her magical doing. She was trying to go as fast as she could, you knew it and you were so thankful for that.

It was pure chaos, you panicking through everything you were doing and what if he just wanted a date and nothing else? What if he just wanted to get into your pants? And Martha was doing her best to reassure you, trying to prove you wrong by mentioning how long you’ve been talking. He couldn’t be that thirsty for him to wait more than a month for some simple fling.

Here you were, putting your shoes on as Martha was running around to find your perfume and spraying it on you, weirdly putting some behind your knees. You looked at her confused, would you dare to say, as if she were crazy.

“It attracts men... With that, you will definitely spend the best night of your life honey!” she winked after talking this nonsense and pushed you through the door, throwing your jacket at you. This was rushing a little too much and you didn’t know what to do. You were standing there unsure, looking at her as she was detailing you with a wide smile.

“You look beautiful Y/N.” she had whispered it as her eyes seemed to show some proudness. She was such a genuine person and that made you warm inside because you knew that she had really meant every words that had escaped her mouth. You smiled in return, calming your nerves a little. “Now go get your man!”

And that’s what you did, you ran down the stairs of your building, pushing the glass doors and meeting the warm air of Barcelona while the sun was setting. You knew the night would be colder, but god, did you love October afternoons here. Then you rushed to the next underground station to catch it just in time. Sitting here, on the uncomfortable jump seat, you finally caught your breath, resting a little bit. The adrenaline was lightly getting higher and you were excited while being scared shitless. A weird combination that had you playing with your thin bracelet and checking the time on your phone every two minutes. Not even twenty minutes later, you were out of the underground, in a beautiful street, without many people.

You had refused when Pedro had asked if he could come pick you up. You didn’t want to attract people’s attention and living in a student residence, gossip could spread like wild fire. Plus, you felt like it would be easier on your nerves to walk yourself to the date.

You saw him at the end of the road, leaning against a classic architectural building, scrolling down his phone. You didn’t directly make your presence known, wanting to take him in entirely. He was wearing simple black trousers, which were a change from his awful skinny jeans or cargo pants, with a casual white T-shirt, a black denim jacket thrown over his forearm. It was pretty simple but he looked good, it made you feel weird. This was the man you were going on a date with and you couldn’t really believe it.

“Pedro!” you exclaimed, waving at him while getting closer. That had him looking up. He smiled warmly at you while closing the small distance that continued to separate you.

“Hey!” he said shyly. “You look beautiful” and the near murmur that had left his mouth was all it took for you to blush furiously.

“You’re not half bad yourself” you tried to tease, wanting to project his attention on something else. It had worked apparently, if his small smile and red ears were anything to say.

And that’s how you found yourself walking by his side towards a hill that overlooked the Mediterranean Sea. A restaurant was at the top, and you recognized it: you had been there with your friends before. It was a cozy place with mostly tables en Terrasse. It had many colorful touches as well as white walls, delimiting the area, that complimented the Barcelona weather. You had talked about it to him, sharing the happy memory and explaining how the evening had been one of the best you had had in this city thanks to the amazing food. You were touched he had remembered, it was a special for you, and now sharing this with him, it felt all more special.

“I love it” you said, and you weren’t even yet seated. He turned around, winking at you before talking to a waitress, probably about the reservation. She nodded and took you to a secluded spot, where you could perfectly see the shore. It wasn’t entirely separated from the rest of the clients, but enough for you to stay in your own little bubble and you loved how he had thought of these details.

Both of you sat down, facing each other, and you couldn’t help but laugh because it was the most formal thing you had had with him and it was just weird. You were a stress-laugher if it made sense. He followed you and bowed his head so he could hide and if you were disappointed to not see his radiant smile, you weren’t ready to tell him yet.

“I don’t believe in love at first sight”

That had been said right in the middle of your dinner, him looking at you intently while he had said that. You swallowed your bite and looked at him confused. Why would he bring that up when it wasn’t what the conversation was about in the first place? Sure, there had been a soft lull in it, but still, you hadn’t been prepared to touch this subject yet.

“I’m sorry?” you asked with your voice holding an amused undertone.

“You gave me your insta when you came to sign your brother’s jersey... I didn’t really take it -”

“Your manager threw it away actually” you were teasing but if you really thought about it, it had hurt you a little bit. He grimaced at that and nodded, embarrassed. You took another bite, looking at him again to indicate him that he could continue, he had all your attention.

“Well, it’s because I don’t believe in love at first sight.” his shining eyes met yours: he had looked dead serious when he had said that. “I could have taken it, followed you and then it would have just been for a night. Not like I usually do that!” he quickly tried to reassure you, nervousness rising in him and you could see it in his desperate movements and the way he had taken your hand, squeezing it just lightly. You immediately looked at it, a blush spreading to your soft skin. He never let go.

“I, hum... it happens sometimes I guess?” how could he be so unsure in front of you? He was sure he was making a fool out of himself.

“Happens?”

“No! Not anymore, not since, well you know? Since we met again and all” he was normally good at taking the hint that you were playing with him but not right now apparently. A soft giggle escaped your lips and you felt the tension slightly evaporating from his body, his hand relaxing against yours. “So you shouldn’t feel like I didn’t want you because I didn’t accept it.”

“It’s something serious for me.” and that had you curious again. “This thing between us, I want it to be serious and I want to do it right.” and if you were blushing before, now you were a blood cell full of hemoglobin. He still hadn’t registered that his hand was still on yours, so surprise overtook him when he felt yours turn around and intertwine your delicate fingers with his. He was gone for sure, an idiotic grin playing on his lips.

“For me too...” and you weren’t sure why your voice couldn’t go higher. Probably because he had came and murdered your fears, the ones that were telling you he was playing around, that it was just to get into your pants and then you would just be a blurred memory in his mind.

“I still don’t understand why this has anything to do with love at first sight?” you asked, wanting to go back to a lighter subject. You heart couldn’t take more, you would crumble under all these fuzzy, mushy feelings.

“Because I didn’t feel like you were the type of girl to indulge into these kinds of relationship. So seeing you once didn’t mean anything, it was not destiny. But twice! That has to mean something...” you rose an eyebrow at his little rant, squinting your eyes at him.

“You don’t know that though, maybe I wanted you in my bed to throw you away the next day”

“Did you?”

You hadn’t, you had had your phases were you actually enjoyed life this way but it’s been quite long since you had stopped. You were more of a relationship girl, maybe because you could easily get attached and shallow relationships were the perfect way to hurt yourself again and again. You shrugged though, wanting to keep it a mystery. He laughed and brought back his hand to take a bite of his own food. You hadn’t fooled him one bit.

“Did you even remember me when you saw me at the hospital ?”

“Well, no, I had forgotten about you. But I remembered you after that!”

“Wow, that’s the worst thing to say on a date, Pedro!” and tears formed at the corner of your eyes with how much you were laughing. He was so awkward but still, his cuteness won over it. He accompanied you in your fit of laughter, trying to catch his own breathe as you took the napkin to dab the droplets of water that were held by your eyelashes.

And smiles and laughters and grins and shy giggles were apparently the theme of your date because when you got on your separate ways, you couldn’t stop the Crescent moon that was your mouth and the stars twinkling in your irises. Even the sour odor of urine in the underground did nothing to make your mood feeble.

And when you got in your bed, comforted by the soft fabric of your sheets, and you closed your eyes, the images that brought you to sleep were ones of a soft hug and a shy kiss on his stubbly cheek.

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“I’m leaving Y/N!”

“Sure! Have a good night Lola”

“You too” she exclaimed while she had just put the leather strap of her bag on her shoulder. You nodded to thank her for her sweet words and went back to your semiology book.

You had been at the library all day, apart from your lunch at the campus cafeteria and the only class you had had. Your back was aching with all the sitting down you had done and your neck wasn’t better, your eyes were feeling dry and to make it worse your stomach was grumbling. It was nearing ten P.M yet you hadn’t eaten. However, going to the nearest convenience store seemed like the biggest task to do and you weren’t feeling brave enough tonight, so you had settled on studying on an empty stomach, ignoring the uncomfortable cramps. So, here you were, learning symptoms after symptoms, writing down the norms on colorful index cards under the yellowish light of the old lamps that were arranged on the library’s tables. If you had dared getting a little distracted, and actually lost your mind on the scenery offered by the wide windows, you would have seen the night sky littered with stars, the emptiness of the street. You would have seen a figure coming out of a small green car, a pizza box in hand as he looked through the window, searching for someone. Once his eyes had settled on your focused form, his gaze softened and the beginning of a grin appeared on his lips. He entered the building, greeting quietly the librarian at the entrance who was organizing a pile of books.

Steps after steps, he led himself towards you. Not once did you look up, and he took it as a time to process you: your soft hair falling with the bend of your head, some wild strands falling in front of your eyes. You didn’t really care to rearrange it. You were curled on yourself, feet put on the chair you were sitting on, your hand holding tightly your blue pen. Your cheek was squished by your fist, using it as something to rest on. But the thing that he noticed the most in entire the scene you were, were the glasses perched at the tip of your nose, complimenting your features in such a delicate way. He hadn’t though he could see such a softer sight of you but the round metallic frame made you ten times younger and he wanted to wrap himself around you to protect you. You were all he could think about, all he could see.

“Hey...” he whispered once he was close enough, deposing the pizza box, still pretty warm, on your table. He had made sure to not touch any of your things. You looked up, slightly startled, but a huge smile, quite surprised, broke on your face. He took the chair from the nearest table and sat down next to you, squeezing your knee. Your eyes were sparkling and he could feel the excitement bubbling inside you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, voice just above a whisper due to your shock. He shrugged, nodding at the food he had brought but you didn’t look, completely mesmerized by his presence. You hadn’t been prepared to see him, you hadn’t even know he had been back from his away game. But here he was, a warm expression on his face and a hand on your knee. “Seriously, Pedro?”

“I wanted to see you but you wouldn’t answer so I kind of asked Martha if you were free.” he was fiddling with a loose thread of your jeans, still focused on you. “She told me that you were probably there, and nicely informed me that you probably hadn’t eaten yet.” even though he was gently scolding you, the worry seeping from him made you feel tingly. You bit your lip and got closer to kiss his cheek, as a thank you and maybe, just for you, as a missed you.

“That’s why I brought that; Martha also made sure to tell me that this library was ok with bringing food. I would have been dumb to not catch on the signals she was sending me” and you stifled a laugh at that, because that was so Martha. You would be thankful for her for the rest of your life. He reached for the pizza box, moving your pink binder on the side to make some room, and opened the red and green cardboard. A nice smell went out of it, activating your tastebuds and making you drool over it. It looked so appetizing. All the hunger you had felt crashed on you right at the sight and you couldn’t resist the urge to grab a slice, taking the first bite. A hum of contentment escaped you.

“Is it that good?” he chuckled, amused by your antics. You blushed as you swallowed, however taking another bite. Pedro imitated you, feeding himself a slice. You ate in silence, thanks to your hunger but also because it was the most appropriate way in a library. Your gazes would cross and quickly divert, shy hues coloring your skins, knowing smiles on both of your faces. He had stretched his legs under the table, playfully bumping them on the foot of your chair. He looked so soft in his black hoodie and sweats, you knew he had left his apartment just for you from his outfit to the slight sleepiness visible in the corner of his eyes : he had made the effort even though he must have been dead tired from traveling and playing full ninety minutes of an aggressive game. His hair were curling a little, probably due to a shower he must have taken, but the dark mop of hair was making you weak, so so weak. His stubble was gone, a weird habit to shave it before most of the games. He was a baby in your eyes at the moment, because looking this soft while practically being twenty years old wasn’t scientifically possible in your mind. And you were the same age but now, now you wanted to protect him, to hug him and never let go. You couldn’t though, not here, with potential prying eyes even though the library was practically empty. You also mostly couldn’t because you weren’t like that, yet.

“This is our second date” you whispered once you were full, playing absentmindedly with the napkin he had brought with the food.

“Do you like it ?” he questioned, once he realized the truth in your statement. He hadn’t thought of it like that, just the need to see you overwhelming him that coming here had felt right.

“I would love it if I didn’t have to work” you said, gaining a quiet laugh from him. You loved unorganized dates, the ones where it was just natural to hang out together without worrying over the perfectness the moment had to carry. Just the two of you enjoying good food in a cozy environment, you really couldn’t ask for more.

“It’s late though, maybe you could quit for the day?” he suggested, a mischievous glint in his dark orbs. His hand had went up to allow one of his fingers to push back one of your strands. The movement had been so gentle, you wanted to melt. You stuck out your tongue and playfully bumped into him.

“I can’t. I have to get this done if I don’t want to cry later on about how late I am in my work...” you had nearly whined while explaining to him, but it was clearly weighing on you. You could see it that he understood, from the soft look he gave you to the small alright he let out. A sense of relief washed over you: he wasn’t taking it personally nor did he resent you for not taking full advantage of the situation and just enjoy this date. Working with him beside you was enough for you. For him too, though you weren’t aware of that, but basking in your presence and grasping at every details that made you you, was enough.

That’s why, after chatting a little bit, about football mostly because you hadn’t had the time to congratulate him on his performance, he stayed. He propped his head on his arms that were resting on the table, and watched you through your working session. It’s like you had allowed him in your bubble and now the two of you were cut from the rest of the world. The idea made him smile.

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You were watching over the sauce you had prepared in the pan, wanting it to be perfect. With a swift motion, you added just a little bit of pepper. Your eyes caught the time displayed on the microwave, making you turn around so you could set the two plates on the coffee table in front of the TV. Time was ticking, you were excited.

You hadn’t had to wait for long. The doorbell broke the comforting silence of your apartment. You ran a hand through your locks and smoothed your skirt before you went to the door, revealing a classy Pedro behind it. He had put on straight jeans and a simple sweater, and maybe you liked the idea of him putting on effort to dress nicely, just for you. You smiled at him, stepping aside to let him enter your home.

“Hi” he said, a grin on his lips. “Here, for you.”

You looked at the small box he was handing you, a red ribbon sealing it. You took it curiously, sending him glances to know if you could open it. He only nodded at that. You tugged at one of the ends of the silky ribbon and undid the perfect knot. You then grabbed the lid of the box and opened it. A mass of Schokobons in it: white and red clashing with the deep brown of the box. You laughed because he knew you had a slight obsession with these chocolates. And even if the situation was funny, you noted in a corner of your brain that he had taken the time to make a beautiful presentation for you.

“Thank you, Pedri!” and your laugh was contagious because you could hear him wheeze. His eyes were crinkled, god he was beautiful. It pushed you to grab his hand in order to lead him towards your small living room. You had dimmed the light and switched on some glimmering strings that were adorning your window. The TV was on, Netflix opened and offering many propositions of movies and series. He was looking around, still holding your hand, taking in the polaroids of you and your friends taped on the wall, the ton of cushions arranged on the leather couch, the small coffee table with two plates, two glasses and little white candles lit on it. His eyes were sparkling because this all felt so comforting and so you in a way.

“You can sit down, I’m going to bring the food.” you said shyly, because he hadn’t said a word and you were a bit self-conscious: what if the candles were too much for him? Yet, he turned around, a beautiful grin playing on his lips, hand tugging yours.

“Do you need help?”

“No!” you quickly denied and gestured him to sit down. You wanted to do it by your rules: your guest was to relax and enjoy the full Y/N’s experience. So he did that, settling on the white carpet, sliding his legs under the wooden table and watched you moving around the kitchen that wasn’t even five feet away. He liked how tiny your apartment was, how everything seemed so compact and so full of yours and, he assumed, Martha’s things. It did feel like a home, a warm one at that. He wasn’t saying his place wasn’t his home, but it had never felt as comforting as his parent’s house, it was a bit too big just for him and his brother, a little too neat and too empty because what could he put more in there if he didn't need it? He felt at ease in his apartment, he enjoyed his time there but it was never that comforting. It was different in yours, you had made a home for yourself there and he could imagine you wrapping yourself in a plaid on the couch behind him, feeling appeased to be in your own space. He longed for this kind of sensation.

You came back with a pan, bursting his little bubble. You put it in the table in front of you, stirring the pasta a little with a big spoon. When you felt like it was good, you finally sat down next to him, bumping your knee with his.

“It smells good!” he exclaimed as you were scooping some of it and putting it on his plate. With a shy beam on your face, you shrugged and did the same to your plate.

“It’s not a lot, just pasta with pesto. Although I must say that I made the pesto sauce myself!”

“I wasn’t expecting you to make a full three stars dish, Y/N” he tried to reassure.

“What does that mean?” you had faked being offended, placing a hand on your chest and gaping at him. He snickered and rolled his eyes.

“You clearly don’t have time to spend an entire afternoon doing that, I know how much your studies are time-consuming.” And that had you blushing because the way he had acknowledged all the efforts you had made to meet him tonight, just felt so sweet to hear. He was aware of you and your life, he was comprehensive and it took everything in you to not just kiss him.

And that was the feeling that was prevailing during this dinner, even when you had finished it and had to focus on the movie you had chosen, even when he had maneuvered the both of you on the couch to be more comfortable. You wanted to kiss him, it felt like the right thing to do but he did nothing that led you to think he wanted to kiss you tonight. So you tried to push it aside, focusing on him being here for the moment.

It only subdued once he finally dared snaking his arms around your waist to let you fall on top of him. You found yourself with your nose nuzzling the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent that weirdly appeased you. He had his hands holding you in place and his cheek pressed against the top of your head. You could feel the puffs of air he would let out with each exhale, mixing with your hair and creating shivers that would run down your spine. Pedro’s thumb was drawing circle on the slight exposed skin of your back, a steady rhythm guiding you to sleepiness. Your heartbeat slightly slowing down as your breath became lighter, your eyes would drop before unintentionally shutting themselves. Pedri, engulfed in you, followed short after.

And that’s how Martha found the two of you when she came back. Your limbs tangled and your head resting on his chest. She smiled, genuine happiness for you two: you were at peace, she could feel it and she was so glad that Pedro seemed sincere. With this warm pool inside her, she took the fluffy blanket that was stored behind the sofa and tucked you under it.  

___

“Pass me the spices please” Pedri asked while keeping an eye on the frying pan, making sure his art wasn’t burning. You did as you were told, giving him the small glass pot, leaning a bit on your side to see how his hands worked. You had never paid attention to his long fingers, lean and neat. He was precise in his movements, quick jabs and small twists, he knew what he was doing.

He had to, obviously. After your date at your place, Pedro had insisted on reciprocating the gesture by inviting you over so he could cook for you. Show you his own skills and maybe, just maybe, impress you on the way. He had claimed that this would be the best food you would ever taste. Your expectations were high.

“Now, I just need to let it cook for like a minute and it’s done!” he cheered, turning around a little so he could face you. You were inches apart, his breath fanning over your hair and you could feel the warmth coming from him, wanting to bask in it. You looked up, meeting his intense eyes and a sudden surge of timidity overwhelmed you. You were so close, yet none of you dared to move, dared to take the final step. You took a small step forward, it wasn’t that noticeable but it was still enough for him to swallow the lump in his throat. It had taken all of your bravery for you to move, to inch closer and drop hints but the boy wouldn’t take them. He didn’t do anything and you were beginning to think that you had read the situation wrong. Or worst, you had completely misjudged your relationship. It technically was your fourth date yet nothing had happened. Sure, they were labelled as dates, but maybe Pedro didn’t want more and was scared to tell you. You were getting anxious and overthinking everything while forgetting that Pedro had invited you over, in his apartment, in his home. It was intimate, the most intimate thing he could offer you at this point of your relationship. But you were too into your head to remember this simple thing.

Pedro turned back to the pan, clearing his throat before flipping the croquettes. He avoided your eyes and focused intensely on the heating spot, like the crackling oil was the most interesting thing in the world. You were blushing, a pink embarrassed blush, you were lost. Now playing with your fingers, you tried to divert your attention on something else, like the living room directly opened on the kitchen, or the wide window that offered a rare view of the city that was Barcelona. The sun was setting, orange hues enveloping the scenery as the moon shone brighter and brighter. However, your thoughts were cut short when you felt something nudging your hip. You looked up, finding Pedro’s eyes already set on you.

“Could you set the table?” he asked, an easy smile on his lips. And with just that, he had gotten rid of your former anxiety that was crushing your insides. You nodded and went to grab plates as wall as glasses, placing them on the island in the middle of the kitchen. You had set everything so you two could face each other, the plate of food the only separation. Pedro turned around, the pan still making crackly sounds, and set it right where you thought he would, on a ceramic trivet. And when you thought he was going to sit down, he actually took your own plate and glass, the cutlery with it, and set it on the side of the table. Now you were practically next to each other, only the sharp corner of the island separating you. You looked up, eyebrows raised because you weren’t sure what that meant, but the cute smile he offered you made you keep your mouth shut and just go with it. You sat down, following Pedri in his actions, and started eating the Croquettes he had cooked. His mom’s recipe he had said. Well, you never had gotten to taste something quite like that: it was good, great even.

“It’s so good!”

“Of course it is!” he exclaimed with a smug look on his face, shrugging like it was a known fact “I'm the one who made them!” he continued, pointing at the croquettes with his fork. A giggle escaped you and you took your chance, teasing him was fun.

“So they are better than your mother’s ?” you asked. His eyes had widened and he grimaced before quickly shaking his head.

“Never did I say that! No one can come close to my mother’s cooking.�� you loved how he would defend his mother wholeheartedly, his family in general, but you could feel that this was a sensitive spot. This whole man was an entire softie. You just loved that about him. You smiled and kicked his ankle, trying to go back to your food.

“I will have to bring you to Tenerife one day, so you can try my mom’s food.” he had said it lowly, just so the two of you could hear, not like anyone else could, but it had felt much more intimate. Here you were again, a pinkish hue at the tip of your ears.

“That’s a big step mister González...” you continued with the low tone, not wanting to break the atmosphere the boy had just set. He was squinting at you, playfully but not that much actually. Anticipation filled the room and you weren’t sure where it was coming from and how it had enveloped you this fast. Your eyes met his, getting lost in the dark pools that were his irises, and unconsciously, both of you got closer. His breath had picked up, just like yours. You opened your mouth, with a newfound courage.

“Maybe you should start with asking me out” and it was barely above a whisper, but the words had resonated in him, leaving him shaken and surprised by your straightforward demeanor. He was dumbfounded. You brought your face even closer, and with the shock he couldn’t move. His cheeks had absorbed all the blood of his body, he was practically glowing red, he knew it because it was accompanied with a wave of heat. But still, his body wouldn’t cooperate and closing the small distance between both of your mouths seemed impossible. What if you were joking? What if it didn’t mean you wanted to be kissed right now? He was nowhere near inexperienced, he had had his fair share of girls, mostly in his bed, but he had also went out with some. He knew how to make a girl swoon over a nice rendezvous-vous, how to use his charms. But this far, as in a serious relationship? It hadn’t happened often, actually just once, and it was in high school, back in Tenerife. He had waited for months for that, so he had been sure that all of this was reciprocated when he had put his lips on hers. When it involved feelings, Pedro was a newbie, completely lost and entirely clumsy. That’s why, right now he wasn’t confident. he would hate himself if he were to mess it up.

His hesitance was visible to you and a small grin appeared at the corner of your lips. Because his hesitance was conjugated with a hard blush and heavy breathing as well a desire in his sparkling eyes. He wanted it but he wouldn’t take it. If he needed the final push, you would give him.

“For God’s sake... Kiss me Pedro !”

And he did. As if you had broken the high wall that would contain the water of a dam, his lips had crashed on yours like gigantic waves. He was intense, which was a pure contrast with the shyness he had shown you all night, or the sweet and calm character he had. His lips moved fast, pushing and pulling, wanting more. And you gave him just as much, grabbing his wrists the moment he had placed his hands on your warm cheeks. Your fingers pressing right where you could feel his fast pulse, it was grounding you while his kiss was trying to shatter your world. You weren’t sure how long it had lasted, it might as well be an eternity with how much of yourself you had put in it, but also merely seconds because it had ended too fast. You wanted him closer. So you never let go, even when he had broken the kiss to regain his breath or when he had stopped time to look at you, sinking into your orbs.

“Would you go out with me ?” he asked, faces millimeters apart, his breath fanning over your nose.

“I thought that was clear...” you giggled. However, his hands that were resting on your cheeks, squeezed them. His expression was a pleading one.

“Answer me, please” and he looked dead serious. That had you holding your breath before bumping your nose with his.

“Yes, Pedro, I want to be your girlfriend.”

☁️  

I hope you liked it! English isn’t my first language so I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes!

Don’t be shy and tell me what you thought of it.

[omegalomania]

OMGGG I'm such an urban fantasy fan pls pls continue like I'm loving it

WHY I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED. also i learned recently that my inbox is uhhhhh broken in the sense that its Just Not There on my dashboard so if you sent me asks in the past couple months i literally did not see them because the last tumblr dashboard update like, removed the little letter icon. from my dash. and idk how to bring it back lol

ANYWAY this whole au was born from me thinking a very lot about the whole aspect of so much (for) stardust and tourdust's staging where it relied on a) tangibility and b) magic imagery. like the album cover and the staging are all focused on real, actual things that one could conceivably touch (the album cover is an oil painting with glittery clay letters, the stage's props are all actual, interactable props, etc). and whats more, there's the additional "magical" element at work here: the magic 8 ball, pete's magic trick midway thru the show, the whole love from the other side mv, and so on. and because my brain is Like This, pretty soon id spun up a whole storyline out of wholecloth and now im going to make it everyone's problem i guess

ive elected to call it the magic stardust au for perhaps obvious reasons.

the magic stardust au takes place in a world that's a little bit like our own in some ways, and drastically different in others. its our world but shuffled a few degrees to the left, so to speak. for example, the state of iowa still exists - but there's a literal city in it called heaven. there's an alligator prince in this world, and he happens to be literal, as in literally an alligator who also happens to be a prince. magic is a thing here, and its so thoroughly common that no one bats an eye. it's all deeply ingrained into the fabric of reality. magic is twined through each and every soul. it's in the air, in the molecules, in the architecture, in the landscape. ancient, enchanted forests stand shoulder to shoulder with floating cities and underwater palaces and dense metropolises. magic is really just stardust in a sense, and that's just what everything else is too, so is it any wonder that stardust can act upon itself in strange and unique ways? that's all that magic is: stardust.

it always comes back to stardust.

so what happens when magic starts disappearing?

well, people don't notice at first. people don't notice because this thing, this force that's seeping in through little fissures in reality and leaching away all the strangeness in the world - it's clever about its work. it's cunning. it gets people alone and then it drowns them in itself, mercury-slick and flowing, and when it recedes...that's the scary part. not only are people losing their magic, they're also losing the memory of ever having magic in the first place. it's siphoning away the collective memory of magic. it's draining the world of all its charm and vigor and since no one can remember what it's taken once it's gone, it seems like no one can possibly stop it. no one even realizes that it's happening.

i've opted to call this force the annihilation.

(as you can probably tell, i like grabbing onto things from the #lore of the band's mythos rather than the personal stories of any of the members when it comes to devising aus. i love adapting lyrics, concepts, music video elements, and so on into stories, and grounding things into the concept surrounding the particular album or era i'm focusing on on as much as possible.)

anyhow, that's where our guys come in. or rather, that's where their stories all intersect. at the start, none of them have a whole lot of reason to interact with each other a bunch. all four of them live in the city of heaven, iowa, which as mentioned, happens to be ruled by our friend the alligator prince. stardust as an album is very preoccupied with the state of the world, voices a lot of general uncertainty and discomfort with the way things are run, and me being the way i am and having a baseline distrust of monarchy, i think the alligator prince is perhaps pretty honestly not the best at his job. his enforcers - well i'm not sure they'd strictly count as cops in this universe. but for simplicity's sake lets just call them cops and be content that they're probably not the best. corrupt, prone to favoritism, bad at their jobs. etc. this is important because it plays into how all of our guys end up getting to know one another.

hence, i introduce our four main players (featuring concept sketches i started throwing down once i realized this storytelling worm had burrowed into my head):

andy, as i've gotten into a little bit, is a rogue vigilante. he doesn't like the alligator prince. he's not keen on authority in general. he does what he does precisely because he's intent on giving people an alternative to the princes people. he's highly principled and completely unafraid to intervene with the prince's business if it means he's helping the people out. he lives alone on the outskirts of heaven, operates independently, and keeps his identity completely secret. he has a fearsome reputation in heaven but he's very well known. he's a little bit batman in that way - like, the guy's intimidating by default, but if you're in a pinch and you see him, you know he's going to help you out. and he's a hell of a lot better than a cop.

andy's magic, like everyone's in this universe, comes in two flavors: active and passive. his active magic takes the form of white lightning bolts, crackling bright energy that can shock, stun, and incapacitate in all sorts of ways. his passive magic comes from shadow, which is where his trademark hammer and massive, owl-like wings come from; they're actually solidifed shadow, and he can summon and dispel them at a thought.

(i can get into the specifics of how magic types differ if anyone wants to know details, but all you really need to know here is that everyone's got passive magic, which is their baseline, almost unconscious kind of magic, and active magic, which is the kind of magic that you have to work at. the annihilation steals both.)

joe is a freelancer. what this means is that he kind of ends up doing a lot of odd jobs based on whats being asked of him. this comes from a similar place from andy's motives - joe wants to give people an alternative to working with the prince's people. it's a job that requires wearing a lot of different hats, so to speak, so joe is a bit of a jack of all trades in that sense. joe of all trades? he's most frequently hired as a private investigator (again, an alternative to this universe's law enforcement), but he's also been called in as a bodyguard, a, uh "diplomat," and so on. he has a baseline familiarity with andy by virtue of having grown up in heaven and everyone knows about heaven's scary urban legend superhero.

joe's active magic takes the form of glowing blue knives, which he can use for aaaaall sorts of things. you can bet he uses them for every possible mundane use imaginable most of all though lmao. his passive magic is a procynoid form which, in plain language, means he can turn into a raccoon whenever he wants. because that idea from the love from the other side mv is too good to not use. said raccoon form can vary between a very ordinary-sized raccoon fella and a hulking, human-sized one. all comes down to how he feels.

pete is the sole proprietor and operator of pink seashell press, an independent news outlet. once again, this is in the interests of allowing people access to news that doesn't get filtered through the prince's people. it's a lot of hard and thankless work - pete is the only guy working this thing, so he's basically the whole staff. he's doing all the investigative reporting, writing, publishing, and distributing - but he believes in getting news out to people because it's important to get news from someone who isn't in the prince's pocket. he and joe are probably most familiar with each other since their work has a fair degree of overlap and comes from a very similar place. he's probably a big fan of andy lmao

pete's active magic takes the form of glowing green roses, which twine in thorny barbs and soft blooms alike. he can utilize them as both defensive/offensive and aesthetic/mundane purposes, which is nice! his passive magic isn't pictured in the below sketch because i hadn't yet nailed that down as an aspect of his character at the time of drawing, but it entails some partial skeletal physiology. he's got a skeletal arm and mostly skeletal abdomen. doesn't affect how he uses magic, but it grants him some invulnerability to stuff that might target internal organs that he, in part, doesn't strictly speaking have.

patrick is the odd one out here because unlike the others, he didn't grow up in or around heaven. he tends to be a bit of a wanderer, and heaven is just the place he happens to be passing through at the time. he keeps himself going with busking and gigs in small venues like cafés and bookshops as a local musician, and is incredibly cagey about his past. he's also very keen to avoid being noticed by the prince's people or authority in general. he's got the least familiarity with andy, joe, or pete, and is mostly interested in keeping his head down and making a self-sustaining little existence for himself.

this in huge part because of patrick's passive magic, which is a compelling voice. (inspired in part by the field of dreams quote that pete used to tease the upcoming stardust era, not long after the initial chicago tribune fob8 ad dropped: "but until i heard the voice, i'd never done a crazy thing in my whole life.") patrick doesn't actually have to sing for this to take effect. it can come from speaking too forcefully, making an idle suggestion, and a lot of different things. hence why patrick tends to get on people's bad side - he tries incredibly hard to keep this aspect from affecting his life, but once people pick up on this aspect of his voice, things fall apart fast. patrick's spent most of his life moving from place to place because of this. and yeah, he has no idea how much or how little he's influencing anyone at any given time. it's a complete nightmare.

his active magic is a tad more benign. it takes the shape of orange flames, which are fairly malleable and that patrick can reshape into instruments and such with a little effort.

eventually, of course, patrick does indeed get on the wrong side of heaven's authorities because of the same thing that always gets him in his trouble: that darn voice of his. this happens the same time that one of andy's jobs goes horribly wrong and he gets injured and caught. pete crosses the line one too many times, and joe just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. the bottom line is that at this point, all four of the guys end up in heaven's jail at the same time, and that's where their stories all properly intersect.

that's when the annihilation comes for them.

it leaks in through the cracks in the walls and around the grout in the windows and it starts gathering itself up - this horrible, awful force that they can all feel and just looking at it feels wrong. it's an inky swell of star-freckled black void, like a slice of the cosmos staring at them through the bars of their shared cell. it seethes hungrily for them.

the cops run, of course. they leave their charges stuck behind bars, at the mercy of this terrifying thing that - though they don't know it - wants nothing more than to sap their magic away.

the annihilation manages to get its claws into each of them, but only briefly because fortunately, the four of them work together to take matters into their own hands. they manage to bust themselves out of the cell and get the hell out of dodge, but not before the annihilation stains each one of them with its grasping, hungry force, forever altering their appearance. the annihilation leaves a silvery, ashy blotch where it bled onto each of them:

andy gets a massive splash of it on his chest that leaks up onto his throat. joe got splashed on the right side of his body, mostly on his right ear, neck, and adjacent shoulder. pete also got hit on the left, but it mostly consumed his left eye and left leg. patrick got stained on his left hand from the wrist down.

here's a quick and dirty doodle i did to kind of depict this. it didn't come out the way i wanted to and it's not set in stone yet, but it's the general notion.

the fact that these four guys got attacked by the annihilation but crucially managed to escape it before it completely consumed them has permitted each of them an incredibly unique trait: they can understand what it wants. it didn't succeed in draining their magic, so it didn't take their memories of magic either. the annihilation made a tremendous misstep in not isolating these guys when it targeted them, because in working together, they were able to escape it.

so they are in the unique position to realize what's happening, where no one else can.

whatever this thing is, it's old. and it's powerful.

and it's very, very hungry.

and that's the cliffnotes of how these four guys have to band together to save the world before all the magic is drained away for good.

[toomuchracket]

Ok so now I’m thinking ab Eilidh doing Matty’s hair </3. He’s sat on the studio floor, in front of the sofa she is on. Matty has his laptop on the coffee table and is working on a mix. He is content letting Eilidh do her thing (though he does wince a couple of times when she pulls a little too hard). When she’s done, he makes a big song a dance of “oh thank you so much, my darling!! I look wonderful”. And he sweeps her up and gives her a big hug, before letting her settle on his hip and he walks around the studio with her. You make a joke with Ross that ‘our first child is holding our second’ and Matty just beams when he overhears. “That’s right. Wave to mummy and daddy, Eilidh”.

this is so fucking CUTE!!!!!!! yeah, i do think matty would kinda treat eilidh less like his niece and more like his baby sister; he'd do anything and everything for that kid, including having little tiny braids put in his curls and being battered by tiny little hands trying to close glittery clasps all over his head (he fucks with those though, thinks they're cool, and has probably worn them onstage let's be real). he's just so sweet with her that any time eilidh gets a row from you and ross, she literally runs straight to matty in like actual betrayal, and he's a little shit and plays into it - he picks her up and coos "how could they ever be angry at you? you are incapable of doing anything wrong" (that one mona lisa saperstein parks and rec meme? eilidh and matty when she gets older). but yeah, there's definitely a running joke about matty being your actual first child between everyone, and matty loves playing into it when eilidh's around - anytime he talks to ross he's like "yo, dad" lmao, and i think he's also accidentally slipped into it even when the baby hasn't been there and shouted "mum!" instead of your name (which he found mortifying for one second, and then joined in with everyone else literally crying with laughter at it). also not to be That Girl, but there's a line in breaking dawn (the book) where bella asks where renesmee sleeps and alice is like "rosalie's arms. or esme's. she's never been put down in her life"; VERY everyone in the studio with eilidh vibes, taking turns holding her or playing with her when they're not working and then someone else taking over when they are. everyone just loves your baby! <3

[monstersinthecosmos]

stealing your question as promised: what authors do you think shaped your writing the most when you were first starting?

-mothmage

sdjkgas in middle school my favorite authors were Anne Rice and Francesca Lia Block and I think they have SENSUALITY in common even though their writing styles are SO opposite. As a teen when I was first writing I think I learned so much from both of them, like the seriousness and drama of AR but at the same time, FLB is so concise and punchy and sometimes her books are like these waterfalls of adjectives and I tried to think in that way too! Like I'm a very visual person so FLB books were like fucking crack for me, just heaps and heaps of descriptions of color and glittery and starry night skies and flowers growing where they shouldn't and it feels like poetry!

(I opened a random FLB book off my shelf and this is what I mean: We walked up and down the hills until our legs ached, then rode the trolley car to feel rushes of salty, misty air. We had picnics and fed the swans on the lake under the flowering terra-cotta arches, drank tea and ate pastries in rooms with cupids and rosebuds painted on the walls, strolled through the park, green-dazzled, fragrance-drunk, gasped at treasures gleaming gold in the half-lit glass cases of the museum. Then we'd return with spices, fruits and vegetables from Chinatown, seafood and baguettes from the wharf.

Her writing is so simple but it's just like heaps and heaps of sensory details !! And it's an interesting spectrum between her & AR to see how much you can say and like what type of efficiency you can find, because both of them give me that same feeling and feel so sensuous to me. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT EVERYTHING LOOKS LIKE AND SMELLS LIKE AND SOUNDS LIKE, TAKE ME THERE!

So as a teen I think I was learning a lot from them both and like I remember a fic I wrote with someone at a mall and it was like my FLB moment, I was like OMG I MUST MENTION THE TACO SMELL IN THE FOOD COURT AND THE PERFUME KIOSK AND THE HOUSE MUSIC BLASTING FROM A HAT SHOP AND THE CRUNCHY SUGAR ON A PRETZEL! And that's something that's stuck with me a lot, I think. I always want to tell you how things feel and smell like we're going on a journey, okay!

They both also have a way of treating cities/locations like characters--FLB actually does this quite literally by describing cities as if they're women (like LA is a blonde woman with big sunglasses and NYC has dyed black hair with severe red lipstick that stains on her cigarette butts, etc something like that) and it feels really specific and made me think a lot about locations and settings and how they affect the characters and story! They were also both the first books I ever read with queer people! FLB's short story Dragons in Manhattan was the first story I ever read with a trans person back when I was like 12 or 13.

AND THEN as a final nail in the coffin LOL I read I Know This Much is True by Wally Lamb when I was in 9th or 10th grade and it just really like !! IDK broke my head open for character voice. I don't think I'd read it so well done before, or maybe not noticed before. LIKE I MEAN this entire concept is like asking what did WE discover as kids or whatever, like so much of it is happenstance and if it hadn't been these authors it would've been someone else, and it's not like I stopped reading LOL like I still learn things from reading all the time! But Wally Lamb really brought this home for me. Like the way he writes Dominick's narration is just so like cynical and rugged and full of hurt and it made me think a lot about like how to profile a character with the language we use. I don't think FLB does this too much bc her writing is so breezy anyway and AR is so wordy that I don't think I could pick up on it as a teenager. I get more nuance now and see it better but it's there's a base level of like fanciness and purple prose that can be hard to see through on the first try, at least for me as a teen.

ANYWAY SORRY THAT WAS A REALLY LONG RESPONSE I JUST GOT REALLY EXCITED but Anne Rice + FLB + Wally Lamb wombo combo for emotionally torturous sensory overload cynical guttermouth style.

[stonyponyofficial]

aw sweet! see what it says on the calendar?summer has sprung, it seems! some might say its time to show u sillies some songs for the season!

spotify link :3 :: yt link :3

full list + notes under the cut ^w^

Aluralura - Sweet Trip: this somg is soooooo fucking smooth. and cool. using the strictest definition of cool i can. perhaps cooler than cool. dk what ud even call that but this is it. sounds like i should be cruisin down the information highway to this straight up. feels like im being hit with a million little lightning bolts in. a good way? that doesnt sound good but it is. ull get it just listen pls just li

Babe of the Abyss - Girls Rituals: UGH devi.. i was so sad when this was pulled from streaming for a bit like some of the other singles from the upcoming girls rituals, but thankfully it did return :3 unlike the rest of those songs :/ eh this one is good enough to make up for it! so glittery and clicky and kinda unlike a lot of other songs devis done but it's v unique like that :3 the cover is interesting to me too bc it looks ai generated and it reminds me of a video devi made explaining her songwriting process a bit and after setting an arpeggiater (dk if i spelled that right lmao) to random she said she likes the collaboration between her and her computer and letting the computer decide some things like that :3 idk just a neat little factoid for ya

BALD! - JPEGMAFIA: was gonna put one of the tracks off scaring the hoes in this spot but, after deciding to go through peggys solo stuff a bit i liked this one even more than those ones :3 he has a very interesting and wide ranging sound tho so im really excitied to listen to more. uhh nothing else to say really. juts good song 👍

Cops and robbers - underscores: new underscores era hello anyone rockin wit it???? ME im rocking with jt thank u very much!! that one song count of three (you can eat $#@!), which ive heard is very good :3, was the end of the fishmonger era for them, where the "thing" was apparently that underscores wanted guitar on each track. still trying to find The thing about this eras sound, and maybe its the deeming it "the Wallsocket era", but to me everything just feels very buzzy, very electrically alive idk. like theres just this CRT/fluorescent light hum that backs the bass at the beginning. and the middle section just sounds like im listening to a fucking tesla coil make a pop song. shit Rocks. and Fucks. i give this one the Makes Violet Sing And Dance Around In Her Room Alone award this season, which is something i will absolutely be doing from now on and will not forget for the fall hehe :3

Dariacore Song Tutorial - leroy/Jane Remover: wait i thought there was YEAH there was dariacore on the last one, but as ive seen it so elegantly explained, this is a jane song more than a dariacore song. i mean obviously sonically right, no memey hyperpop mash up font, just some loud ass guitars n drums, but its good!!! jane literally incapable of missing.

Dress Down - Kaoru Akimoto: one of my many music moments recently has been getting into city pop more! i kiiinda only know the hits, of which this is definitely one of them, but ive seen my way around a bit B) (my cool sunglasses guy do not steal.) and even after my journey round the city.. pop, this is still one of my faves.

FELL - Varg^2™️ (im toolazy to make it superscript sowwy) & Bladee: since i began my drain journey i thought id listened to most if not all of bladees stuff besides like really old stuff that actually isnt good. like, bladee isnt good, but u get used to it as the saying goes and u kinda get to see his artistic vision unfold as he releases new stuff. but old bladee really isnt good. anyway imagine my delight and splendor when i see theres another Varg^2TM, Bladee collab... besides ecco and the rest of drain gang varg is probably my favorite bladee collaborator. in fact i almost put SHINIE, another collab from them, on some spring songs but it didnt make the cut unfortch. glad i could find something new from them to dig into mm yummy bladee :3

!¡! find the answer ¡!¡ - six impala: holy FUCK i am listening to six impala!

光の中へ (hikari no naka e)- Kessoku Band: yeah yeah i know there was kessoku band on the last one BUT THEY MADE MORE SO I LISTENED TO IT. they have such good push and pull with their tunes. like the moments of silence/slowing down before going all out. the quick drum interjections to pick things back up again. like nijikas fuckin getting it!!!! actually i read something recently about the critical reception to kessoku band, the self titled album, that makes a similar point. they were saying that although the album is just good j-rock on its own, the strength of the individual instruments and the texture of the songs themselves embodies the characters in your mind. like i listened to the beginning a bit closer one time and heard the little shreds the guitar was giving at the top and it instantly made me think like "oh shit bocchis fucking tearing it up!" soooo good instantly one of my faves from them.

It Was A Good Day - Ice Cube: fuuuuuuck i cant fucking find it i wasngonna put it here bc its the reason i added it to my playlist and have been listening to it so mch recently but. i cant find it. it was a top text bottom text cat meme edit of this song, in the same vein as that one of death grips' hacker. a very good morning walk song btw, cuz even tho it would be very easy for that situation to feel trite, im like shit. mama cooked the breakfast with no hog! todays gonna be a good day. it usually isnt with where im heading on my morning walk but. eventually itll be a good day! and the iced cube told me that.

Les Os - The Unicorns: sooooo this song is extremely horny to me sorry. also very kinda toxic t4t core but thats juts meeeeeee :3... + the singers voice is very similar in register to mine when in singing so it makes it v easy to project who daid that.... uhh anywag in the ol violet amv machine (what i call my brain) i imagine the singer with the mic stand tilted back between their legs, perhaps a cheeky little leg wrap around like sexy singers tend to do, as they stare down from the stage into yuor eyes specifically. asking u directly, out of everyone. tell me bout ur love affairs.. tell me bout ur moral resignations... so then u meet after the show and [transmission lost]

LOU - whoTF (Folie & Forget Basement), Fraxiom: [transmission regained] and from the production stylings of new hyperpop ish duo whoTF comes another lyrical miracle from the mind and pen of fraxiom music!!! includes such bangers as "I’m blowing up your car/I see Mercedes boom/I’m off four drinks of alcohol/Pissing in the ladies room!" rhyming "you can watch a youtube video" with "get your fitted tutu biddie hoe" (LIKE?) and also the amazing outro from which i could just paste the whole thing but this part resonates especially "I need to become alive, in the morning, like a rooster!/Don't talk to me until I've had my coffee and foodstuffs"..."Estradiol, finasteride, adderall, and thc im juiced up!" making rooster rhyme with foodstuff and juiced up and also everything else in that part god. they dont call them fraxiom fucking music for nothing. um but also whoTF is v good, for one without frax that is still good listen to cigs up as well :3

Natural Disasters - Enon: love me a song with a strange guitar hook! ive heard this bands like top 2 songs (which include this one) bc it was just a night of spotify surfing, but those two songs are quite good. very boucy, good energy. makes me wanna do the bounce in place dance and flail my arms as i sing only the chorus and maybe try to approximate the sounds of the lyrics i dont know. sounds like a good time to me!

Overflow - Een Glish, Tyfty, Ben Glish: eek! so ai voiced songs specifically rap is very good to me. that family ties edit with spongebob and patrick is probably one of my favorite pieces of music. but this artist is v interesting to me :3 een glish is a vocaloid (? not sure if entirely correct but u get what im getting at) made from the google translate ladys voice. and its GOOD this one specifically is very catchy but she has bars too!!! check out rap game bob ross too, and also the remix with bars from SONIC HELLO? im giving this one the Sound of the Summer distinction bc not only is it a very summery jam, but it is the one im really telling u to check out if u get the chance. lots of good jams here.

Scatman - Scatman John (DJ Kadozer 2003 Remix): (why did i accidentally type out 'evil remix' at first?) sooooo i was having a bit of a scatman moment recently, as was documented in THIS other epic music post u should go check out if u havent already hihhii :3 tho she TOTALLY STOLE the one i was gonna do, Scatman's World, cuz everyone knows scatman right? skabadaba bweebopbopbadop bop? bopbop badop bop? yeah that one! but.... have u ever heard scatman. like this???? probably not... all im sayin... scat vocals/eurobeat foundation translated to this stabbing edm remix.. its quite good. good enough that the first few seconds alone get me to smile big like this :)

Shop - Toby Fox: songs to order a You. Pick. 2... to...... haha but seriously guys this ones just a really chill one :3 i can alwasy hear the you. pick. 2. part in the song bc theyre punctuated exactly the same way its kinda hell. im chillin. like usual. listenin to undertale musicand then how boutta You. Pick. 2. with some brawwwcolli cheddah. onsecond th... and then were done with that and back to the normal undertale song! like an angle in the knight.. or tiers in the reign...... here and then gone forever. truly, ephemeral..............................

The Flag Is Raised - Asian Glow: in case we couldn't drain enough this summer, asian glow put out this really neat interpretation of one of my faves off bladee and ecco2k's recent masterpiece, Crest. follows in the footsteps of many a bladee cover for me where the cover often plays over the actual song in my head. like i expect certain isntrumentation when i listen to the original that is only present in the cover but that just means theyre both good ! the guitars and the cymbals all over this make this version feel so shiny... aww and they use the little sigil ring from Crest on the cover for it too :"3

THE FLIES - Operation Sodasteal: think i mentioned this in the tags of a post that im sure uve all read before coming to class today, but ive been listening to a lot of these guys recently! just some furry emo nightcore rock that sounds plucked right out of 2007. the one vocalist, slaney(in)famous i think? im not confident which is which, has such a good voice for it too like they have all the good vocal inflections of ur typical lead pop punk vocalist, and i usually just end up singing the lyrics like them bc im just a silly little mirror huh?

This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody) - Talking Heads: ooobh i got plany off time....... yeag ive been getting down with this jam recently :3 another good morning walk tune. been trying to get into talking heads a bit more too bc every song i hear is soooo good. like i almost put the girl wants to be with the girls here bc of that OTHER meme edit i actually dont remember if it was lolcats again. it was specifically the "girls are getting into.. abstract analysis!" OHHBB it was a rose homestuck thing bc i memba her sitting at her lappytop :3 doin some fuckin abstract analysis i suppose..

Tin Man - feeble little horse: this is another single turned favorite-song-on-the-full-album-bc-i-took-too-long-making-this-list-again-lol. i love what theyre doin to these guitars maan theyre really fuckin em up in there..... also i love that this band just calls its music guitar music. its fuckin true.

Vicinity of Obscenity - System Of A Down: songs that have done irreversible damage to my psyche and syntax. i will bust out a banana banana banana terracotta banana terracotta terracotta pie when the fuck ever just let me know the time and place my man. it is such a vocal stim for me. this whole song is honestly. some of the silliest nu metal u can get ur paws on i checked (she is lying to u again tho it is quite silly with it 😳) + had to go with the 2008 youtube editor lyric video for the youtube playlist obviously.

ahmmmmm so thanks u all once again for enjoying some more songs with me (summer edition)!!!!! <3333 see yall...... in the fall.. with some more songs hehe (or perhaps for summer......2! who knowce :3 the summers still got plany off time as some might say)

[ritzcrackee]

fuck it every dimension 20 season ranked

1. a starstruck odyssey

... we all saw this coming. i don't even have anything to say that i haven't already sleep deprivedly rambled about to my friends. glittery space bitches go brrrrrr

2. the ravening war

AUOERGHHHHH the drama the violence the edge the politics the tragedy THE SHIPS!!!! truly just my favorite people (and matthew mercer i guess) playing my favorite character tropes. it's like they scanned my brain and generated a season based solely on what i would be the most autistic about.

3. misfits and magic

yippeeeee best friends and they like each other and are friends yayyyy

4. the seven

women <333 (but fr tho i just like watching teenage girls be messy and multifaceted)

5. a court of fey and flowers

look i just really like fae shit. fairy rainbow magic boys RISE UP 💪💪💪💪

6. a crown of candy

the little candy people are sad??? what the hell.... (no but this season started off SO STRONG!! would easily be my #1, but i feel like the latter half of the season dragged on and also felt rushed? idk still one of the top tier seasons)

7. fantasy high

i mean what can i say. a solid classic, bad kids live in my head RENT free, fig is my irl girlfriend, uhhhhh kissing them all forever.

8. mice and murder

love a good murder mystery <33. lars vandenchomp my BELOVED!!!

9. fantasy high sophomore year

sophomore year!!!! i feel like this season had some of the highest highs, but also a lot of the lowest lows. which is why it's in the middle of the list lol. the live format made it hard to follow a lot of the time, however, consider, i'm the crab king.

10. the unsleeping city: season 2

CODYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! between him, iga, and the spooky capitalism moment, i really liked this season. i just,,, haven't really thought about it much. did not stay in my head.

11. neverafter

love the characters, love the vibe, less spooky than i had hoped? but still, as always, a slay

12. the unsleeping city

you may be saying "why is s1 lower than s2" CODY! it's literally just him i just really like cody.

14. coffin run

VAMPIRES!!! AND IZZY AT THE TABLE!!! v good season, a little bit loud for me? but otherwise good job guys 11111/10

13. mentopolis

not much to say abt this season tbh

15. escape from the bloodkeep

i have never read [insert fantasy book here] so i didn't really get a lot of the inside jokes? idk i think i was not the target audience.

16. pirates of levithan

look the zoom format just absolutely kills this season :( i love literally everything else about it but all of the players are so BIG in a way that the format struggles to capture. honestly it was a hard watch for me but i'd love to see it revisited in the dome.

17. shriek week

look i'm all for a vibes only no plot session but a vibes only no plot season? i truly could not tell you a single thing that happened in this show. also not enough hot monsters and too many hot people who are vaguely monster adjacent. absolutely HILARIOUS tho, watch it for sure but just turn your brain off. ally fermentation jokes my beloved.

18. dungeons and drag queens

i'm homophobic ❤ (this is a joke i'm gay i just didn't find it very compelling bdjfk. i don't think i was the target audience)

19. tiny heist

i'm sorry the mcelroy brothers just don't do it for me. certainly one of the dimension 20 seasons 👍