masarycka

[zmediaoutlet]

RULES: put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people.

d'aw, thank you for thinking of me @stanfordsweater <3

I always thought the 'actually' in here was funny. Are people just pretending to listen to music? Here's five from the shuffle I do, really, actually listen to --

Sleeping on the Blacktop -- Colter Wall

Queen -- Perfume Genius

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters -- Elton John

Here Comes the Sun -- Yo-Yo Ma & James Taylor

Carry On Phenomenon -- Kishi Bashi

I guess that's relatively representative, lol. Hit me up, buds --

@mannequin3thereckoning, @anonajn, @nyxocity, @jamevaa, @felisblanco, @aj-carryon, @futuristicenthusiastlight, @candybarrnerd, @monstersandbrothers, @pendragony

[lcriedlastnight]

Y/n thinks Lando wants nothing to do with her so she goes on a date with someone else and Lando angrily comes to crash it

amazing idea! thanks for your request anon! also i listened to this song while i wrote this and i think it goes so well!

tw: fem!reader, swears, miscommunication i think, idk lmk if you want me to add anything.

w/c: 1.7k

"this is actually exciting! how long as it been since you've been on a date?" your friend asks as she curls a piece of your soft hair around her hair curler. you shrug, a little embarrassed at how long it has been since someone had asked you out. you had invited your best friend to come over and help you get ready. it was some guy called jamie that had asked you out and you were almost certain he was an engineer in the mclaren garage.

so when you both hear a knock at the door two hours before he was supposed to pick you up, you are both in a tizzy. your friend almost burned your neck with the scorching hot curling wand. you throw the nearest thing you can find over the top of your - quite revealing- top. it happens to be a black t-shirt lando had left at yours the last time he had stayed over.

the british driver was the sole reason why you had never been on a date with a guy for a whole two years. you had been friends since his f1 debut but just shy of a year ago, things progressed between the two of you. lando had gotten second in his home race and he was over the moon. you had finally been able to make it to the race, your work schedule finally clearing up in your favour for the first time in a while. to make an incredibly long and complex story short, you had ended up friends with benefits. your agreement had lasted up until last week. the rules were you two had to end things before seeing anyone else but you were to stay friends no matter what and of course, lando had found some girl he wanted to take out so he broke things off. it broke you. you knew falling for lando was a stupid thing to do and you really did try not to but it was difficult, he was lando, he was one of your best friends for a reason. so when jamie asked you out, you had jumped at the chance to try and get over your curly haired best friend.

you open the door to see none other than lando on the opposite side.

"hey, you look good, where you going?" he asks as he walks past you and into your apartment. you roll your eyes at him letting himself in. what was even the point of knocking in the first place?

"she's got a date and we're in the middle of getting ready right now." your friend sasses lando as she emerges from your room, her 'getting ready' playlist, as she had dubbed it, was still blaring in the room. lando looks up at you from his spot on your couch. his eyes narrow.

"a date?" the boy questions. you furrow your brows, unsure at what he is trying to get at.

"yes. a date. you know, like the one you went on last week? one of those." your a little teasing as you throw your words at him. lando rolls his eyes.

"yeah yeah i know what a date is, i'm just confused. i didn't know you were looking to date?" lando says and you were probably making it up but you swore you could sense some hurt in his voice. yeah there was no way that lando was hurt that you were going on a date, he had literally done the same thing and broken it off with you to do so, last week!

"i'm not looking to date. i got asked out and i said yes." you explain even though you don't really need to explain yourself. lando didn't with you.

"you never say yes. who asked you out?" lando interrogates you, it annoyed you to no end.

"does it really matter? i think he's nice. i never asked you all these questions when you went out on your date last week, did i?" you roll your eyes, walking back over to your friend, silently letting her know you wanted to go back through to your room to get ready and to fet away from lando. you don't wait to listen to see if lando responds - he doesn't anyway, keeping quiet. he knew you were right. it was wrong to act like this, to act jealous of this guy, not when you guys weren't even serious. not that you seen it that way. to you, lando was just being protective.

you sit back down with a sigh, while your friend returns to curling your hair. your friend tries to distract you from whatever just happened with lando as you turn the music up and try to get excited for your date. it gets a little hard when there is a lull in the conversation between the two of you and your mind starts working overtime. you start to wonder if lando would even want anything to do with you after him and this girl get closer. you have always dreaded the day one of lando's girlfriends would want you two to create some distance between you both. you had a sneaky feeling that it would be sooner rather than later.

the timing is perfect as you hear several knocks at your door just as your spraying your favourite gucci perfume lando had gotten you from christmas. even going on a date with someone else, lando was with you the whole time. you answer the door with a smile on your face, jamie returning it.

your friend and lando are sat on your couch watching a random show lando had put on while waiting for you to get ready. he did want to apologise but your date was here and he would rather do it just the two of you anyway. when the brunette seen it was one of the mclaren engineers, he feels the anger swell up inside of him. that should be him, lando had finally realised in that moment, lightbulb lighting up in his brain.

you go off with jamie, his arm interlocked with yours. he takes you to some fancy restaurant not too far away. he talks the full time about his job as an engineer and how exciting it was moving from race to race with the mclaren drivers. he babbles on and on about how he has been interested in motorsports since he was a child and how working with an actual formula one team had been his dream since forever. all the guy spoke about was himself. not once asking you about yourself or your own job. you had tried to get a word in but it was difficult when he just did not stop talking about himself since you both had sat down. the only time he was not talking was when his mouth was full of food.

you had gotten maybe halfway through your main course before you hear heavy footsteps heading towards your general direction. jamie is still talking away about how he got his degree and how amazing school was for him like you were actually listening and if he even spared a glance in your direction then he would be able to tell by your face that absolutely were not, in any way shape or form, listening. you probably had not even taken a word in since before the starters.

the footsteps get closer until they stop at your table. you look up and your eyes meet lando's furious ones. you were confused as to why he was angry but you were sure you were both (and maybe the entire restaurant) were about to find out.

"what the fuck are you doing?" lando asks you. this finally made jamie stop talking. you could kiss lando for many different reasons, the main one being he looked hot when he was angry.

"me? what am i doing?" you ask. lando nods his head. "i'm on my date. the one i said i was going on."

lando scoffs. "with one of my engineers? you're doing this to get back at me for ending things." lando straight up accuses you. you gasp up at him, dumbfounded. this causes jamie to speak up again and ask "you two were a thing? i didn't know," he looks at lando "seriously, man i didn't know, she didn't say anything. if i knew i would never have asked her out."

lando just stares at the man. his hand then digs into his pocked and fishes out his wallet, throws cash down on the table, grabs your hand pulling you out of your chair and drags you out the restaurant. once outside and away from anyone, you pull your hand out of his grasp.

"what are you doing? i told you i was going on a date! you have no right to act like this!" you shout at him, finger pointing at him.

lando's eyes roll. "yeah but you didn't mention it was with someone i work with. you are clearly trying to get back at me for going on a date with that girl and ending things with you." lando accuses you again.

"how is that me getting back at you? i already told you i don't care who you want to date. kiss who you want i couldn't care less." you lie straight to his face and lando can tell straight away. instead of arguing about it with you though. he mumbles "i wanna kiss you." then pushes you against the brick wall, gently before his lips are attacking yours. he leaves little nips and bites as he kisses you harshly. letting a bit of his frustrations because of the lost time between the two of you, out in the kiss. you kiss back just and hard. your hands clutch at his shirt as he holds your hips in place against the wall. lando pulls away panting, his forehead resting on yours.

"m'so sorry. i couldn't stand the thought of you with someone else. then i realised that's probably how you felt with me too, then i just had to see you and stop you from spending anymore time with him." lando explains, a little guilty. you smile as you let your hand come up to stroke his eyebrow gently.

"he was a fucking bore anyways." you tell lando who laughs as he leans in for another kiss.

[felassan]

What's all this about Solas speaking in iambic pentameter? English isn't my first language so I never noticed anything odd about the way he talks, but your blog is the first time I've seen it mentioned by anyone

hello! ◕‿◕ Solas sometimes speaks in a specific pattern or rhythm. It sometimes gets described as or compared by people to iambic pentameter. (which is a type of rhythm common in traditional English poetry. Shakespeare used it in his sonnets and plays.) Though, I'm not sure that it's actually literally that or always that. The main point is that at those times, he's speaking particularly poetically, with a specific poetic rhythm in his speech. (Like where the stress on syllables is and the 'beats' in his speech.) Occasionally, the Inquisitor's dialogue line[s] in response to him are the same.

When Trick Weekes wrote Solas in DA:I, they wrote some of his key scenes to KD Lang's cover of the song Hallelujah on a loop. They talked about some of their process and the reasons for the use of this technique in terms of Solas' characterization in this DA:I-era blog post:

Trick Weekes: "When Solas talks about things that he saw in the Fade, things that speak to a distant past, I needed him to sound ever so slightly otherworldly and wistful – someone remembering a dream with a sense of both sadness and inevitability. If you follow [that link] and look at some of Solas’s lines, you may notice a familiar rhythm come out. It would have been forcing it to give lines the same rhyme scheme, but giving the words the meter captured some of that wistfulness and made Solas sound ever so slightly otherworldly. (In the rare cases the player got into the same rhythm, there was always an approval bump from Solas. For that brief period, it was like the player was thinking like he did.) I used this a few times over the game, and I love what it did to his voice. Also, Cori (who edited Solas) is exceedingly kind for putting up with my request that changes to those lines keep this surreptitious rhythm."

[source]

An example of when it happens in DA:I is:

"I've journeyed deep into the Fade // in ancient ruins and battlefields // to see the dreams of lost civilizations. I've watched as hosts of spirits clash // to reenact the bloody past // in ancient wars both famous and forgotten. Every great war // has its heroes. // I'm just curious // what kind you'll be."

Compare this with the song's lyrics:

"I heard there was a secret chord // That David played, and it pleased the Lord // You don't really care for music, do ya? Well it goes like this: The fourth, the fifth // The minor fall, the major lift // The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah // Hallelujah // Hallelujah // Hallelujah"

An example from Trespasser is:

"I lay in dark and dreaming sleep [I heard there was a secret chord] while countless wars and ages passed [That David played, and it pleased the Lord] I woke still weak a year before I joined you. [You don't really care for music, do ya?]" etc.

Recent mentions of this are:

Q. Will Solas still occasionally or dramatically speak in iambic pentameter? A. “Massive kudos to Patrick, who always writes Solas so well. Again, Solas is a returning character. It’s the same Solas you know and love (or hate depending on who you are). The same writer. So I think the answer is yeah, it’s Solas.” – John Epler

[source: BioWare dev Discord Q&A on June 14th]

User: "you really went off with solas. but the iambic pentameter makes writing fanfic dialogue for him so treacherous..." Trick Weekes: "It doesn't always have to be in the cadence! Just when he's deeply feeling The Old Days! He's written in standard prose 99% of the time!"

[source]

I think he does it a bit in the gameplay reveal video [Veil ripping scene with Varric] too. hope this helps :>

[msg refs this post]

[For the developer Q&A from June 14th on Discord: Notes are here, re-watch link is here]

[goldfades]

✮ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, quinn hughes

you can hear it in the silence, silence, you you can feel it on the way home, way home, you you can see it with the lights out, lights out you are in love, true love you are in love

one step, not much but it said enough you kiss on sidewalks you fight and you talk one night he wakes strange look on his face pauses, then says you're my best friend and you knew what it was he is in love

you two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round and he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

♡ ─ word count | 3.5k

♡ ─ summary | 3 times that quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the 1 time he finally did.

♡ ─ warnings | unedited (when are my works ever lol), mention of comparison between jack/quinn, exhaustion, slight angst??? but mostly tooth-rotting fluff, quinn overthinking, idk maybe there are more but nothing major LMAO

♡ ─ taglist | tbd!! check link in navigation if you are interested

♡ ─ ev's notes | this took WAY too long to write and lowkey not very proud of it, but i wanted to get it out before i start writing my fics for my 100 follower celly. i love quinny so much, he deserves the world and i hope this fic does him justice LMAO. ALSO THIS SONG MAKES ME FEEL SO FREAKING SICK, ITS SO GOOD. also now im noticing a theme on my page, only writing fics inspired by taylor songs, i need to switch it tf up. anyways, enjoy this slightly longer quinn fic & lmk your thoughts in the comments/reblogs. have a great day!

Quinn had never been the type to fawn over anyone ─ especially a girl.

In his 23 years of living, he can't remember a time where he was getting all excited and giddy over the mere thought of anyone. All he could ever remember was just focusing on family, hockey, friends.

Sure, there were flings ─ there were always flings but it would never end in anything more than that. It was just a fling. Sure, sometimes he would want something more but most of the times, the girls thought they were just getting themselves into a one-night stand. Two nights (never in a row) if they were lucky. But that was it.

Even if Quinn wanted a relationship (he doesn't, he would swear), he didn't have time for it. Family, hockey, friends ─ that was it. That's all he wanted.

Of course, that was all thrown out the window when he had met you.

Well, not initially. Quinn wasn't the 'love at first type' kinda guy and neither were you. Your first meeting was nothing out of the ordinary. Just a casual meeting at a friend's gathering, a few exchanged pleasantries, and nothing more.

Yet, something about you stuck with him. It was your sweet smile, maybe, or the way your eyes just looked kind and they would light up when you were asked about your job, or your family. Quinn couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened, but at some point, he found himself thinking about you when he should have been focused on his next game or practice.

His friends noticed the change in him. His younger brothers had noticed the small change and would tease him. "Hey, Q, what's up with you? You've been awfully distracted lately," Quinn could just imagine the stupid grin etched on Jack's face as he spoke those words.

Quinn, normally quick with a witty retort, found himself at a loss for words. He knew he was in new territory; he had never, ever in his life been overthinking about a girl. For the first time, hockey or family or friends weren't the only thing on his mind.

As days turned into weeks, Quinn's feelings grew stronger. He'd catch himself daydreaming about you during team meetings or staring at his phone, waiting for your texts back. He would go look at your instagram multiple times a day, waiting for a new post to go up just so he could see that pretty smile of yours but somehow, he was never satisfied with just that. For once in his whole life, he had wanted to actually get to know a girl based on one meeting and a couple of texts. It was maddening, this feeling of being drawn towards someone in a way he had never experienced before.

He also couldn't ask any of his buddies for advice because all he'd get was teasing so he had to keep it to himself, which somehow made this entire situation so much worse.

Then finally, there was that one night. You were both at another gathering, the same friends, the same laughter, but this time something shifted. You shared a small inside joke, a quick glance, and Quinn felt his heart race in a way that no slapshot or overtime goal had ever made it race before. He felt a surge of contradictory emotions during that one-second moment, a mix of anxiety and excitement that overwhelmed him. It was a sensation so intense that he wanted to vomit, yet strangely, it was different from the kind of feelings he had experienced before ─ it was not because of hockey, it was a girl. No, you weren't just a girl to him anymore, he realized. You were much more than that to him now.

As he drove home that night, he couldn't deny it anymore. He was falling for you, and it terrified him. Love was a complicated thing, one he had always sworn to avoid, but now he was caught in it's tight grasp all because of you.

The following days were a whirlwind of emotions. Quinn, who had always been the composed defenseman on the ice, found himself stumbling over words and second-guessing every move he made when it came to you. He couldn't concentrate during practice, and his teammates couldn't understand what had gotten into him and if he was being honest, neither did he.

But one thing was clear - Quinn Hughes was in love, and he didn't know how to handle it. He realized that his carefully constructed world of family, hockey, and friends had been upended by the presence of one person ─ you.

And so, this journey begins - three times Quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the one time he finally did.

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ONE

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After what seemed like the longest practice of his entire life, Quinn trudged back to his apartment, exhaustion weighing down every step. The weight of expectations from his teammates and fans pressed on his shoulders. Today wasn't his day; his passes were off, shots missed the mark, and he stumbled more than once during drills. Even coach had given him some constructive criticism, which usually wouldn't have bothered him, but today it felt like salt in the wound.

As he entered his home, he was ready to collapse onto the couch and shut out the world. As he collapsed on his soft couch, he groaned out in pain, the soreness in his muscles somehow hurt more than usual. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, until he heard the familiar buzzing of his phone in the pocket of his shorts. He cursed under his breath and pulled it out but all the anger seemed to slowly dissipate as he saw your name and contact picture spayed out on the screen.

Then he remembered. Tonight was supposed to be date night for the both of you. He cursed again before answering the phone, sitting upright on the couch.

"Hey," he answered breathlessly, the exhaustion clear in his voice.

"Hey, Quinn I'm outside─you okay?" You say through the phone but before he could answer, you continued. "Shit, sorry Quinn is this a bad time? I know you just had practice and probably tired, I should've texted but you know, I was so excited─"

"No, no, no. Come up, I'm fine I'm not tired." He was lying and you both knew it, but you sighed through the speaker. "Please, come up. I want you here."

"Okay... promise?"

"Promise, Y/N." He said your name so softly, it made your heart flutter and you couldn't help but smile.

"Okay. I'll be up in two secs," You said. "Bye."

The phone call ended and Quinn exhaled. He was tired, sure ─ but he was excited to see you. Even the sound of your voice made him relax so it wasn't even that much of hassle having a date night. If anything, he was sure, you'd make him feel better.

He quickly changed his clothes and he heard the doorbell ring. Quinn opened the door with a tired smile ─ it slowly spread as he saw your pretty smile. He felt his heart speed up as you slowly examined him, and that smile slowly dropped.

"Quinn..." You whispered, a small frown on your face. His disheveled appearance made you slightly sad.

You both made eye contact for a few seconds before you sighed and walked in, your arms wide open. You embraced him warmly, putting your arms around his shoulders and squeezed him softly.

As your arms enveloped him in a warm, comforting embrace, Quinn felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. Your presence had a way of soothing his mind. The subtle scent of your floral shampoo, the softness of your warm touch, it all wrapped around him pleasantly.

He closed his eyes, letting himself bask in the tenderness of the moment. Your fingers traced gentle circles on his back, and it was as if you were silently reassuring him that it was okay to have bad days because you'd be there to catch him.

You pulled away, your eyes met again, and he saw genuine concern in your gaze. That alone was enough to make his heart skip multiple beats. Quinn couldn't quite put it into words, being around you was like like returning to the warm embrace of home.

He wanted to utter those three special words as he met your gaze, your kind eyes but the words slowly died on his tongue as you continued talking, taking his hand in yours.

"Let's go eat some ice cream and watch Top Gun." You smiled, knowingly.

He laughed softly and nodded, squeezing your hand. "Sounds like a plan."

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TWO

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The moon cast a soft glow through the white curtains as you and Quinn sat together in his dimly lit living room in comfortable silence. The day had been long, filled with its usual chaos and pressures, but now, the world was still. The only sounds were the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional car passing by.

With a sigh, Quinn leaned back into the couch, his exhaustion evident in expression. You watched him closely, sensing the weight of the day on his shoulders. Your relationship had grown stronger over the span of a couple months and you had become his confidante, the one he turned to when he needed to escape from the demands of the team and fans.

Practice had been harder than usual and somehow, on top of all of that, the media had initiated a new trend of drawing comparisons between him and Jack, which made his mood worse.

You knew that; watching Quinn get slowly demotivated by the comments made by those nobodies, it hurt your heart. Breaking the silence, you softly asked, "Quinn, how are you really holding up?"

He looked at you, his gaze wavering at your soft eyes. There was something about the way you looked at him, a warmth and understanding that he had rarely found in anyone else. It was as if you could see right through him, past the tough exterior he often wore.

For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. He almost gave you the media-trained answer but then, he realized that with you. "Not sure, if I'm being honest."

"That's fine, Quinn." You answered softly, "you don't have to know. But what I do what you to know is that you're not Jack. You're not Luke, or Trevor, or anyone else. You're you and that's enough."

That simple answer made him halt all his thoughts. He felt his shoulders slowly drop, letting out a loud exhale. He felt a sense of relief wash over him, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

With empathy in your eyes, you couldn't help but feel the toll it was taking on him. The Quinn you saw now, weary and vulnerable, was a side he rarely showed to anyone.

Quinn's voice wavered as he spoke about the comments that everyone had been making on the media. "It's just... they don't understand, Y/N. They don't see the hours of practice, the sacrifices, the love I have for this game. All they see is Jack's brother, or one of the Hughes brothers."

You reached out and gently placed a hand on his arm, comfortingly. "Quinn, I see you. I see the hard work, the dedication, and the love you have for hockey. And I believe in you. You might be just Jack's brother or just another Hughes to them, but that doesn't matter to me. I see Quinn and you know what, that's enough. And if it isn't enough for them, then fuck them."

His eyes met yours, and there was a vulnerability in that eyes that spoke volumes. In that moment, Quinn realized that he was sharing not just his struggles, but his true self with you. It was a level of trust and intimacy he hadn't experienced with any girl before.

The silence that followed was a comforting one, filled with unspoken understanding. It was as if you were his anchor in the storm, a source of encouragement and warmth. Quinn couldn't help but think that he was lucky to have you by his side, someone who saw him for who he truly was, beyond just hockey player or another Hughes brother, beyond the expectations.

As he held your kind gaze, Quinn couldn't help but think that he wanted to say something more, something that would convey the true depth of his feelings. But for now, he settled for a heartfelt confession: "You're my best friend."

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THREE

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The frenetic buzz of the post-game celebrations following a thrilling overtime victory against the Toronto Maple Leafs, Quinn found himself into another arena, one of bright lights and microphones. His heart still raced from the intensity of the game, but now, he had to face the media. The sweat dripped from his forehead, his heart was still beating from the intensity of the adrenaline in his system.

The victory had been hard-fought, Quinn playing a pivotal role in securing it. The puck on his stick, he executed great moves, the slide of the ice beneath his skates, the thud of the puck hitting the net, the eruption of cheers all merging into a thrilling crescendo of sensations made his head buzz with excitement.

The reporters, with cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward, surrounded him like a hungry vultures. They fired questions, one after another, probing for insights into the game-changing play that had secured the win for the Vancouver Canucks.

"Quinn, that last-minute save in overtime was incredible! Can you walk us through what was going on in your mind?"

"Quinn, there's been a lot of buzz with your brother, Jack Hughes. How does it feel to outshine him tonight?"

"You've been compared to some of the greats tonight. How do you handle the pressure of those comparisons?"

"Quinn, your family's here tonight, right? How does their support affect your game?"

"Quinn, fans are calling this one of the best games of your career. Do you think this win is the turning point for the Canucks this season?"

The questions all blurred in his head, the bright lights straining his eyes. Quinn, used to these post-game interviews, felt a distinct unease tonight even after such a big win. The questions were sharp and the scrutiny was intense. In the midst of this media frenzy, he sought solace in the one thing that always brought him strength: you.

He remembers seeing you in the stands before the game and his mind kept replaying those few seconds where you shared a big grin as you both made eye contact.

Amidst the crowd of reporters, he spotted you, your presence radiating pride and warmth. Your eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you in the arena. You gave him a big thumbs up with a big grin, knowing how anxiety inducing those post-game interviews could be. Quinn longed to speak the words that danced at the tip of his tongue but he knew he had to navigate this sea of questions first.

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This week had to be the longest of Quinn's life. The 3 hour, 5 am pre-season practices had been so tiring, he felt the life get sucked out of him after every exhausting practice. There was one thing he had been looking forward to and that was your date night. Even though he knew that he would have do this week over again practically the next week, he was okay with it knowing that he would be able to spend some time with you over the weekends.

As Friday night finally arrived, Quinn couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and excitement. The thought of spending time with you, of being himself without the pressures of anyone else, filled him with a sense of comfort.

He had suggested a new restaurant downtown, a place neither of you had been before. As you both entered the restaurant, the soft piano ambience and the chatter created the perfect atmosphere. Quinn couldn't help but steal a few glances at you, admiring your beauty and the easy way you fit into his world.

You had worn your hair back in a low bun, showing off your sweet collarbone, a pretty necklace that Quinn had bought for you on a trip hanging off it. It was a silver color and the jewel a beautiful deep blue color that brought out your angelic eyes. Quinn couldn't help but stare and you felt your face burn with heat as you caught his loving gaze.

"What, is there something on my face?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, no. You just look beautiful, like always. I like that necklace, wonder who bought it for you."

You giggled in response, feeling slightly giddy. You couldn't even lie, Quinn had you in a trance. You were head over heels. "Yeah, I wonder who."

The rest of the night was spent like this ─ sweet and teasing, it all felt right. Everything just felt right, it was if the last week hadn't happened. Every problem just slowly faded every time either of you spent time together, no matter how big or small it was.

After dinner, you decided to take a walk out in town. The summer air was unusually cool, the lights of the city perfectly setting the atmosphere for the night.

Quinn held your hand, your softer and smaller hand fitting his like a glove. You both walked through the town, talking and laughing like you two were the only people in the world.

As you both passed a bar, your ears filled with the familiar tune of your favorite song. You immediately stopped and looked at Quinn knowingly. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's playing!"

Quinn let out a soft chuckle, nodding. "Wanna go in?"

You ignored his question and started lip syncing the lyrics to him, playfully. He started laughing even louder, letting his head fall back. You had started laughing, too ─ then, you took his hand in yours and started dancing.

If it this was anyone else, Quinn would've been slightly embarrassed but as he saw your eyes sparkling and your wide small, he truly couldn't feel anything but love. He had a smile on his face as he grabbed you and pulled you closer, dancing happily with you.

As the song ended, another started playing. 'You are in love' by Taylor Swift had started playing and Quinn almost let out a laugh at the coincidence. You looked back at him, a deep blush gracing on your face. He took your hand again and pulled you closer, and you put you put arms around his broad shoulders.

You both looked into each other's eyes and he took account of how beautiful you looked in this moment ─ you always looked beautiful, no matter when or where or to who, it was just a fact. But you looked more than just physically beautiful, everything about you was perfect, your flaws, your smile, just everything.

And that was when Quinn really knew, in his bones that you were the one for him.

"What?" You whispered, as you saw Quinn's expression changed slowly. He loved that too ─ how empathetic you were, how in sync you both were. You always knew what he was feeling.

You asked, but you knew what the answer was.

"I think ─ no..." His words died on his tongue as your expression changed too. "I know it. I love you."

It didn't feel like a big confession. It didn't feel how everyone described it to be, it just felt like a normal statement. You both had thought it before, multiple times ─ so saying it out loud wasn't a big confession to either of you.

He loved that, he was so used to everything being so big and grand, he wanted it simple. He loved that and he loved you.

You could see it in his eyes, too. His eyes were softened as he gazed at you, like he always looked at you. But this time, you acknowledged it more. He loved you. Quinn loved you. As you gazed into his brown eyes, your heart swelled with a deep sense of connection. You had known, just like he did, that this feeling existed between you. It wasn't born out of big gestures or dramatic confessions; instead, it had quietly grown, nourished by the everyday moments you shared.

As the song ended softly, you let out a breath you didn't know you were even holding. "Yeah. I know I love you, too."

His smile got impossibly bigger and then, he leaned in and gave you the biggest of kisses ─ the dramatic ones, too. He had your face in his hand, the other one holding on your waist and you pulled him closer with your hands.

You felt his mouth smirk as you both sloppily made out. You laughed into the kiss but neither of you pulled away. Neither of you liked PDA but this time, it felt right.

-> make sure to check out my navigation or masterlist if you enjoyed! any interaction is greatly appreciated! <-

thank you for reading all the way through, as always ♡

[imagines-babes]

Colorblind (q!Quackity)

Hello, welcome to another story. Thank you for almost 90 followers and the likes. Also this is my 100 post. Woohoo. Today story is dealing with lore with the Wedding on the Qsmp and of quackity of course. I am sorry if I mess up the lore a little. Today song is, ‘Colorblind by Counting Crows. ‘ i do hope you enjoy this story

Quackity list Masterlist

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Cellbit

&

Roier

Invite you to celebrate their

Wedding

06/16/23

Dress properly

Cellbit gave me an invitation. 'Oh and before I leave here y/n can you give on to quackity? I haven't seen him recently with you both are like a couple ' He gave me another in Spanish as I nod. Quickly he walks away to give others the invitation to the wedding. Walking to the house I hear him mumbling. The closer I got it sounded like he was talking to someone. I thought my mind was playing tricks so I went closer to only her bits. 'yes .....anything..... I.....mines....will know.' The other voice started to talk after quackity, ' .....failing.... option.... take....' It sounded robotic and instantly I knew who it was. Cucurucho. Staying behind the building while my heart was beating quickly. I look at my wrist to see where everyone to talk to but no one was near. The conversation continued. 'Disfruta de la isla,' that when he left. I closed my eyes hoping if I talk my voice didn't crack. 'Quackity?' Hearing it in my voice it cracked. Coughing once more then moving to the side. 'Quackity,' calling him once more. 'I was trying to call you but I guess your watch wasn't working.' Looking at his wrist to notice it is off. Then he placed a smile. 'Oh I'm sorry y/n I guess my watch needs an update so was there something you wanted?' He looked like he was in a hurry. Shaking my head then a nod. 'Yeah um, this invitation is for you,' passing it to him as he read it. Taking a deep breath, 'Actually, quackity I was won-,' he cut me off. 'I'm sorry y/n but I have to get some supplies for something. Mind if we continue this conversation another day or later.' He stares waiting for me to answer, 'We'll how about I help you? you know what they say two is better than-,' he interrupted once more. 'No,' he shouts as he shakes his head at me, 'Sorry but no this is for me to do I'm sorry y/n. But we will finish this conversation later, right? At your house?' Taking a breath giving a faint smile, 'Yeah we can finish it later I hope you find what you need,' leaving his house. Noticing names on my map I start to walk over to them. Why would Cucurucho need him? What does he need to do? My mind thought about why they would talk to each other.

Slowly the sunset stared to appear while I walked to my home. Noticing Remi, my dog, outside on the porch. My lights were on. My guess quackity is here already waiting for me. Walking inside, starting to call his name. But I didn't hear his voice. Taking off my jacket, turning around to notice Cucurucho there sitting on a chair facing the door. 'Hello,' it robotic voice spoke as I stare at it. Giving a small smile barely looking at it. 'What are you doing here cucurucho? Quackity isn't here if you were wondering,' trying to say with no fear.  Noticing it brings out a book and starts to write inside. Two minutes have passed cucurucho finishes the book. Hands it to me. Slowly I read it to myself. 'I saw you behind the building. Whatever you have heard or thought you heard is confidential. If you tell anyone you will be taken away like felps and Cellbit. Do not ask him about what he is doing or any questions about him and i talking. Do not tell anyone about us talking. Remember we are always watching.:)' my mouth felt dry. Closing the book. Looking up at him I nod. 'Enjoy the island.' With that, he went away with a cloud. Hearing the front door open I turn to see quackity standing there with sweat over his face. Smelling like gunpowder as he flashes me a smile. Slowly I walk to the room. Thinking of the book. I hide it underneath my pillow it wasn't a nice hiding spot but it was the only place I could think of. Hearing a knock on my door I open it to see him by my door. He walks in, 'Will you be my date to the wedding?' He faces his back to me and then does a slow turn to face me. 'Yes I will quackity,' I give a nod as he walks up to me kisses my cheek, and leaves.

Quackity and I enter the venue. Notice everyone wearing suits or dresses. I felt his hand hold onto mine. Looking down as a smile appears on my face. We both talk to everyone. Especially the grooms, telling them thank you for the invite. The pastor arrive and everyone started to make their way to the seats. There weren't a lot of seats but everyone(and Capybara) got a seat. The song started with everything falling into place for the two at the altar. I felt quackity eyes on me. Slowly move my head to stare at him as I smile softly. He flashed one back but it felt off. His smile was a nervous yet scared smile. The vows have started. He excused himself to do something. I wanted to follow him. But remember the nights before of mine and cucurucho talk. So I stayed still. Watch the two talk about their love. The vows were meaningful. Talking about every second they had together. Slowly said their I do's with people cheering. Noticing quackity not coming back. People were leaving their seats after the couple as I stay on me. Turning around to see everyone smiling and laughing. Starting to feel like someone watching me. I turn around looking for the eyes that were watching me. Till I noticed them behind a tree. 'Why are you spying,' asked him. 'I like to watch from afar than up close.' Slowly walking up to him giving a nod. 'Did you take care of your business?' He shook his head. Instead of looking at me, he looked to the floor. 'I couldn't do what I was meant to do. And now I'm gonna-,' his voice started to crack. I had a feeling about what was gonna happen. In the back of us, there was a murder and everyone started to find clues. He held my hand showing me where he was. Underground and in front of us was tnt. There was tnt under every seat. Under the grooms and Richarlyson. 'I couldn't do it. I didn't want to kill the eggs with this y/n. Now I'm gonna pay the consequences.' There was someone above us. He pushes the button as he covers me from the debris of dirt. The explosion was huge and made a dent. We both cough till we notice slime above us. Quackity held my hand rushing us out of the area.  We started to hear everyone blaming it on Slime as he tried to tell his side of the story but no one listen. Catching my breath, he looked around us. 'Y/n I'm gonna be taken away. I don't know how long I have till he gets me. I'm sorry for not telling you about mine and cucurucho deal. I couldn't blow up the eggs or you. You were too close. I care for you too much. I did this to bring-,' he stop as there was someone behind me. My eyes started to water till I heard a breath behind me. 'Quackity please follow me,' Cucurucho asks. With quackity nods. He stares at me once more. Walking close to kiss my cheek. 'Please follow me,' Cucurucho asks again. Slowly quackity walks past me. 'Enjoy the island,' Cucurucho tell me as they both leave no one in the wedding noticing.

After they were far enough, I tried to look for someone to join me. Till I notice someone following them, Jaiden. Running towards her. She followed them. Quackity would notice her every so often. The two stopped as Jaiden hid behind a hill. Then walked once again. Caught up to her I kept my mouth closed. 'Where are we going?' Quackity asked starting to be hesitant. 'Please follow me,'   He continued to walk till the made it to the train station. Jaiden and I looked at each other confused. Finding a spot to hide as we hear their voice going further. Then went away. Not to hear anything from the other side. Nor were their names on our watch. They disappear. 'He's gone.'  Looking to my side to see Jaiden with a a slow nod. While everyone was celebrating a wedding. I lost someone who I cared for deeply.

Weeks passed as I wait for any words of quackity. Hardly doing anything trying to make a theory or make plans of how to get him out. A message appeared on my watch by Bad, 'Quackity is back.' Those words made me smile. Looking at his locations to notice a lot of people were by the station. Grabbing my warp to teleport to N.I.N.O.H. Starting to hear chatting them in his voice. I ran to him as I smile. 'I was so worried about you. What did they do to you?' I tried to touch his hand. He moves back as he fixes his posture, 'I will answer your question later but right now I have to do something.' He had a cold tone. All I did was nod. He starts to walk past me with no goodbye. Turning to watch him leave. Then looked at the name that was walking away from me. El Quackity Starting to hear Forever approach me, 'That isn't him.'  Turning my head to see forever. 'Whoever that is..,’ bad and other approach us as I turn my head to look at El Quackity, ‘He is not quackity. '

[wifiwuxians]

Fic Writer Q & A!

Tagged by @heyholmesletsgo I am always very flattered you consider me for these ;v;

How many wips do you have currently?

One? Possibly? Perhaps two? I'm not doing anything too exciting but it is taking all of my strength

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?

The ONE I have is taking ALL OF ME. This is never going to be written. It'll never see the light of day. The skeleton is in my brain but writing it down is impossible and putting flesh on it even more so ))): help

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

Writing notes to myself in my private, one-person Discord server so I don't forget them!!! That thing is so handy, seriously. As for where inspiration comes from, usually shows or games, if I'm honest... Mishmashes of media that GRIPS ME!!! Very basic but very true

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

Oh, absolutely not. Dawn Chorus actually has its own playlist, and was named after a song by Boards of Canada, but aside from a few songs playing in my head while writing scenes/finding songs that fit scenes in post, I write in silence! In fact, if I'm really struggling, I put my phone in airplane mode hahaha

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?

I am such a poor writer in terms of actual work ethic that I need to block out a day four days in advance sometimes JUST to force myself to get words down. However, once I am writing, I usually knock out about 2k per sitting! I tend to write when the mood strikes, but when that is is usually anyone's guess (sometimes early in the morning or very late at night- I write in bed)

Tagging: oh god i dont have writer friends that wouldnt have been tagged already ekehlafghsdkghf BUT... @sakuraaa-s and @anonficsforfun64 and @hashichosha if you guys r writing anything rn

[sheisobvious]

some old stuff I found on pinterest (and below interesting things) - Part 1

Picture 1 

“One minute Taylor is busting out lyrics and being adorable in front of the camera, and the next she is like high-fashion model” 

Q: What type of music are you into right now? 

TS: A Late’80s pop. One of my favorite songs is “She Drives Me Crazy”, by Fine Young Cannibals.It was so ahead of its time.  

App she loves – 8MM vintage camera  

TS: “It lets you put a cool, 1960s-style filter on iPhone videos and gives clips a moody grain” 

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COSMOGIRL 2009 

TS: "My newest hobby is going to wal-mart and putting my CD in front of others in the rack. I have no shame in it!" 

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Seventeen Magazine (2008) 

Q: Do you think that he ( the guy from “Should’ve Said No”) secretly likes being named in your songs? TS: Yeah, probably. Those kinds of guys like getting attention – because I mean, what else is he doing? He’s probably with six different girls who don’t know that they’re being played. 

Q: Has he (Drew from “Teardrops on My Guitar”)  contacted you?  

TS: Actually, he showed up in my driveway a couple of months ago, and it was like in the movies where at the end the guy shows up in your driveway, and you have this awesome kiss – except it’s three years too late. I’m like, Why didn’t you do this years ago ?!? He was stranger by then, so I felt like I didn’t know him anymore. 

Q: Do you ever write songs about anyone other than yourself? 

TS: “Tied Together With a Smile” is about a girl I knew my freshman year. She was absolutely Miss Popular, a pageaant girl, and she looked perfect every day! Always had the cutest outfits, always looked teh best at prom. But sometimes when you get a litle closer to people who look that perfect, you realize that they don’t feel perfect.They feel they’re ugly. And that’s what happened with this girl- I became closer friends with her, and one day she confessed that she was bulimic. 

Q: How did that make you feel? 

TS: It was really hard for me to take. But I never want to make someone feel horrible. do not deserve to be treated like that. I try to reason with  them and be calm about it. After a while, I was just like, "You don't need to do that anymore." So I played that song for her, and I said, "Who do you think that's about?" And honestly, I don't think she ever did it after that. 

Q: Have you ever felt bad about the way you look? 

TS: Everybody does! Everybody looks in the mirror and is like, I wonder why her eyes are huge and mine are smaller. But I realized that if you’re lucky enough to be different from everybody else, don’t change. 

Q: Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be someone eise? 

TS: Oh, my gosh, if I were a different person and I could start all over, I would want to be Hayley Williams from Paramore! I think she’s awesome, and their music is amazing. But you know, I love country music more than anything  in the world – I would never change what I do. 

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“I’ve seen a lot of you get new cars”, she joke to those who worked on the album (Fearless)  

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YOU (2009) 

FAVORITE BOOK – Who Will Cry When You Die? By Robin S. Sharma. It’s a self-help but It’s na easy read. Every page has a new thing you can do to show the people you love that they matter to you. It makes you appreciate what you have. I have a lot more good days now that I’ve read that. 

STYLE ICON – Cahrlize Theron. Thank you for saying I look a bit like her – taht makes my whole week. 

BEAUTY PRODUCTS – My favourite lip colour is Dragon Girl by Nars;l realy like Armani make-up and there's a perfume that l get when ľ'm in the UK called Midnight Rain by La Prairie. And I love Jo Malone candles. 

I: As ever, she sounds too good to be true . It might be one reason why. If we're being honest what eveyone realy wants to see is Taylor Swit being a litte bit naughty. Surely the teetotal Pollyanna façade must have cracks? Anyway, wouldn’t a bit of teenage rebellion be healthy? 

TS: “I've been given the freedom to do whatever I want. I'm 19 –if want to storm out of the house and go to a club and get drunk and take my clothes off and run naked through Nashville, I can do that. I just really would rather not. I's as simple as that. It's not like I’ve been beaten down by some corporation that's forcing me to always behave myself - l just naturally do. Sometimes people are fascinated by the fact that I don't care about partying. almost to the point where they think it's weird.l think when we get to the point where it's strange for you to not be stumbing around high on something at 19, t's a warped world.” 

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PEOPLE, 2009 

Q: You just gave a $250,000 donation to schools you had previously attended or worked with. Why schools? 

TS: The schools that I went to and the amazing people I got to learn from relly turned me into who I am, and I wanted to give back. 

Q:If you’ve done all this by the time you turned 20, what do you want to do bu the time you turn 30? 

TS:I think I’d like to have made a couple more albums that I’m really proud of. I’d like to have a house. I’m not the kid the girl who makes a goal for herself of getting married or starting a family. I’ve never really put a timeline on those sorts of things. So I don’t have any personal goals by the time I’m 30. 

(midnight rain vibe)

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Q: What would you say is your biggest love “don’t” ? 

TS: No one wants to be with someone who desperately needs them. You should want the other person and love him, but you shouldn’t need him. If you depend on him for your happiness, that’s not good ,because what will you do when it ends? 

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TIGER BEAT  

I CALLED THIS ALBUM RED BECAUSE.. “all the different emotions written about on this album, they’re all about the tumultuous, crazy, insane, intense, semitoxic relationships that I’ve experienced in the last two years. In my mind, all of those emotions are red.” 

(I think this is the first time I see her referring to this relationship as toxic before 2022)

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BOP 2012 

Taylor Swift looks down at the floor as she talks about the songs on her new album, Red (it comes out October 22). "They're sad, if I'm being honest,"she confesses. Tay's big blue eyes get a little teary as she thinks about her life right now.In the last two years. Tay says she's felt "all of those emotions, travels around spanning from intense love,intense the workd with frustration, jealousy and confusion." She also admits. "There's been this earth-shattering. not recent, but absolute crash-and-bum neartbreak." 

(in this interview they are weird about her parents divorce)

[hischiersjohnston]

q & a for fic writers

tagged by @guentzel! tysm <3

How many wips do you have currently?

erm... too many sdfdsf there's actually the full list in my pinned post. and as you can see, so many of them are titled "tbd" and most don't even have a plot; just vibes i'm going off of lol

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?

so it's the one that i was supposed to be posting next, which is "don't call me kid" (nico hischier & roman josi; fwbs). i think it's also because i had to do quite a bit of research, since i wanted to make it realistic. i might have also been too ambitious since i had it start, i wanna say during the 2018 or 2019 iihf worlds tournament, and it spans until the current season. it's a little all over the place, i think. and needs some refinement.

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

... i'd finish a fic within a couple of weeks sdfdsf or a couple of months, depending on how many fics i have in mind for a series! also the fact that i keep posting excerpts from the stories as i write them.

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

i don't curate playlists for fics. i have a few playlists for my personal enjoyment, and then if i hear a song that kinda makes me go 'huh', i just play it on repeat! but i don't play it when i'm writing, because i'm incapable of writing AND listening to a story at the same time.

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?

it depends. for a series with more than 2+ fics, i try to be organized and at least have a vague outline of stuff. but for smaller series/standalones, i kinda just... write as i go.

tagging: @barkovsasha / @coffeehound91 / @hischierlovebot / @ryangravytrain + anyone else who wants to do this!

[callisteios]

I ended up with "god of longing for connection", which is funny given my current situation (housing/attempting to get comics into animation etc) and I'm noticing that some others are getting deep sea god (when they're actually studying the deep ocean as their major) etc... so my q is, are you somehow an ancient greek oracle pointing things out using modern technology to see what the mortals do with this knowledge? (Also thanks for a fun quiz)

you're going to get a long answer for no other reason than I'm at work and I hate my job. sorry

like way to long. i am so sorry.

So.

personality stuff

I'm going to say that first and foremost I am a massive skeptic when it comes to stuff like personality types, astrology etc. I think a lot of these things are people making very broad statements which many people identify with and become more convinced of their reality. a messy rabbit hole. I'm hardly the first to say this so lets move on

I also am a massive fan of personality quizzes (done well) and things like tarot ( i literally love doing tarot readings does anyone want a tarot reading). so not super well meshing opinions you may say?

yes.

however. i make them fit like this. I don't think all people can be split into 12 or 16 or whatever number of groups. I do think there are many shared human experiences and emotions. I know that most people taking my quiz are of a smiliar age and mostly western. This means we have even more shared experiences in this very global world.

I also know that from a lifetime of studying people and trying to understand their motivations (thank you autism (in case you couldn't tell)) I have got reasonably good at understanding various types of feelings and states people experience. and yes i suppose 'types' of people.

From this observation I have understood that (on top of us living in a very similar/global environment) we all (not all but basically all) go through the same emotions at some point during our lives.

From this experience and my understanding of our shared reality and feelings it is not exceptionally hard for me to then craft a quiz and retroactively apply the answers.

Example:

I'm going to give an example here because I feel my explanation has got incredibly rambly. Uh spoilers for my god quiz

Let's look at this result: the sky and the earth (because it's one of my favourites)

the first thing i'd say about this is that it's literally based on one of my favourite songs of all time. written while the author was in a mental instition no less (stream dory previn). so i am hardly the first to identify this 'type'.

When i look at this result and am assigning answers for it, several things about it stick out to me. Its main focus is the in between feeling, the longing for more spirtuality but also a desire for the physical and real. while at the same time feeling as if those are very confliced desires. there's obviously more to it but i can only hold so much info in my brain.

i think this is a state many in modern society will experience as we live in such a new and confusing and separate world. i am exposed to more of the world every day, and yet i feel as if i understand it less. the opportunities for me to truly experience the natrual are few and far between. i want to crawl around upon the earth. i want to see the stars and be enlightened.

knowing this i will say

does someone who is sky and earth want to be a god?

(this was the hardest question for literally every type btw.) here i'd say yes. because only something divine can be two opposing concepts surely. surely to know the sky and earth is an impossible goal for a mortal.

ok moving on (im not doing this for every quesion, don't worry, just a couple more to hammer home the point)

this one was harder. i was torn between fruit, dedicated to one issue, and drowning. I think all fit but went for dedicated in the end

for this one i knew i was using a picture of an iguana and i thought iguanas come from deserts so i chose desert. they're not all hits

this one was so easy. to me the confluence of rivers, bringing together something that's normally apart. that felt like the duality of sky and earth to me.

basically the exact same thing as above with mutilation.

i chose the painting of the building surrounded by people. i felt like this building crushed between the sky and the earth, looked upon by passers by, felt like a monument to the dichotomy. when i am feeling sky and earth i feel like the building, i cannot move or touch or really experience. i am just stationary watching it all move around me

So you see. I have identified here an emotion which i felt, which i have witnessed others feeling. i have identified the likely responses i believe a person in this state would give and i hope for the best.

Tarot

OKay you definitely get the point bt now. but i am nowhere near done, i mentioned tarot earlier. there was a reason for this beyond me wanting to do more tarot readings.

I think even though im good, i am really not that good. one thing i have noted over doing many tarot readings is that often the subject needs incredibly little input from the reader. oh, they may need your help guiding them towards the symbolism on the card, but once they've got that they launch into an explanation of how this answers their question.

Because I Always make sure they ask a clear question. this to me is the most important part of any kind of reading or quiz. you want the person to think about this themselves and then perhaps help them to the conclusion. once they're at the results screen/have a card they already have some idea in mind. it doesn't matter if they were expecting something a bit different, this is just a vehicle for their own self truth anyway.

ok im done.

i am a god

woah woah woah. im not done though. you're talking to a classicist so ive GOT to address the oracle comment. my favourite oracle of delphi theory is that the oracle's chamber sat above some kind of natural gas deposit, this gas was possibly hallucinatory. The oracles would get high and then deliver prophesies. I believe that if you combined my observation with powerful drugs I could come up with prophesies like "if your empire goes to war with another empire a great empire will fall ;)". Therefore, yes i am. and i'm taking requests ;)

tldr? uh. i take very universal feelings, use some skill to present those to people most likely to identify with them, they do a bunch of the work

/tldr i am a divine prophet and would like my place at a nice temple and access to good drugs asap

[fumiko-matsubara]

Hello Fumiko! I always wanted to know if you have any posts with ChiHo relationship headcannos

I actually have a masterlist that contains all of my ChiHo posts, a Kaho headcanon post, and a post about what type of boyfriend Chiba is.

Because all of these are actually connected in this ChiHo Q&A list that I'm writing below:

♡ Who fell in love with who first?

Kaho fell in love with him at first sight during their first year, but treated it as mostly a celebrity crush for a while.

When they officially met in their 3rd year and began interacting more often, it was Chiba who was then slowly growing to like her.

♡ Who is the most affectionate?

Both are equally affectionate, but in different forms.

Kaho is very verbal about her affection towards Chiba that her closest friends had probably gotten sick with her constant rambling about how much she loves her boyfriend and etc.

Chiba initiates any sort of affection that requires physical contact - be it hand holding, locking fingers, sitting close to the other, and even be the first to kiss.

♡ Love language?

Kaho's love language is showering the other with compliments and praises at every chance she gets.

Chiba's love language is to listen and pay attention when the other is speaking.

♡ Who drives and who rides shotgun?

Kaho drives and she's a scary driver.

Chiba shotguns mostly for the thrill and to make sure she doesn't run over anyone on the road. He always looks like he's on the verge of dying whenever he exits the car.

♡ Who worries most?

Kaho. Experiences with her ex-boyfriends leaves her to doubt quite often.

But Chiba doesn't beat around the bush when he noticed that there's a concern.

♡ Who always wants to take selfies with the other?

Kaho.

♡ Who likes to playfully tease the other?

Chiba.

♡ Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Chiba. He'd even take note of restaurants that in any form reminds Kaho of bad memories and expertly avoids them.

♡ Who kills the scary bugs?

Kaho.

Chiba just freezes in his spot if he sees any bug that is larger than 2 inches.

♡ Who holds the umbrella for the other when it's raining?

Chiba.

Kaho huddles close to him so that they wouldn't get too wet.

♡ Who cries during certain films or when reading sad books?

Kaho cries easily but Chiba would be hurting more.

♡ Who gets scared during horror films?

Chiba is always a victim from Kaho's horror movie nights.

♡ Who confessed first?

Neither. There wasn't an exactly point when they became an official couple.

Kaho was simply obvious with her crush that everyone just knew about it and Chiba doesn't hold back on the affection he has for Kaho when he began developing feelings for her.

However, it was Chiba who said the first "I love you".

♡ Who tells their friends/family about the relationship first?

Definitely Kaho.

Chiba isn't a fan of being assaulted with questions.

♡ Who cooks best?

Kaho.

♡ Who wears the other's jacket?

Kaho. You could find like 5 of Chiba's hoodies in her closet.

♡ Who uses cheesy pickup lines?

Chiba does it unintentionally when they text sometimes, but Kaho easily fires back at him with an even cheesier line.

♡ Who makes the other laugh most?

Kaho. Chiba is easily amused by her antics.

♡ Who needs more reassurance?

Chiba but he hides it so well by stepping up to do the reassuring for Kaho instead.

He cried on Valentine's day when Kaho told him how much he meant to her.

♡ What would be their theme song?

Hype Boy by Newjeans

And I rest my case, for now. Thank you for asking!! 💕

[st4rdom-if]

Hello!

A question for KMonarchs and Gracie Liu : do you have any celebrity crush(es) ?

Q: KMonarchs, Miss Liu, do you have any celebrity crushes?

Gracie snorts loudly, before quickly covering her mouth to stifle the noise. It does not go unnoticed by anyone.

Interviewer: Is there something amusing about the question?

Gracie: I—well, not really. But I find it funny. I don't have any "crushes" at the moment. My only focus is my work, and it will remain that way for a long while.

Interviewer: Okay, you do not have any crushes now, but did you ever have one in the past?

For the first time since the interviews began, Gracie looks surprised. Her face flushes and she looks to the side, as if she is embarrassed.

Gracie: I...okay, well, I did, but I don't anymore. I refuse to say who!

Gracie waves her hand, gesturing for the KMonarchs to go next. Her flustered look has since fixed to a neutral one, but her cheeks remain pink anyway. Luckily for her, the attention switches to the boy group.

Mingyu: ...okay, well, who has not had a crush on a celebrity before, though?

Alex is the only one who raises his hand.

Mingyu: Wait, what?

Alex: I never told you this before? I have never had a crush on anyone before. I don't know why.

Jaehyun looks ready to say something, but Seungho interrupts before he can.

Seungho: I actually have a crush on someone right now, but not like I would say it in front of the cameras.

He smirks at the cameras.

Seungho: Good luck trying to get the gossip from me.

PK: Wow, so cryptic.

Seungho: I try.

PK: ...I used to have a crush on this girl who later became a member of QTIES, so that could count as a celebrity.

Alex: Who—

PK: Not saying.

Alex: But—

PK: Nice try.

As Alex sulks, Jaehyun speaks up.

Jaehyun: I mean, I admire someone in this room right now.

This gets everyone's attention. People are shouting potential names, with Seungho's voice being the loudest.

Seungho: Sofie? Vi? Nari? Gracie? There are not many girls here so that's pretty easy.

Jaehyun: Like I would tell you, Seungho; you're horrible at keeping secrets!

Seungho: Those are lies!

Jaehyun: You know it's the truth.

Seungho: ...yeah, I know.

Mingyu: I loved to listen to Meimei to the point that I wanted to get a poster of her.

Gavin: I have never heard of her before?

Mingyu: She is relatively unknown, but she's so beautiful. I don't listen to her as much now but I loved her as a teen. Her songs are amazing.

Gavin: Hm, maybe I should listen to her, too...for me, before I became a trainee, I watched a lot of movies and dramas. And—

Luc: Oh, so do I! I still watch them whenever I have the time to, which is rarely. Yeon Hana was my favorite actress and she still is.

Gavin: OHH??? You know who she is??

Luc: Yeah, of course I do! She's incredible! I think I may have cried at some of her scenes.

Gavin: SO DID I! So wait—

Things delve into chaos after that. Seungho tries to get Jaehyun to say who the person he admires is while Gavin and Luc are speaking to each other about Yeon Hana. In the end, the interviewer interrupts all conversation.

Interviewer: We have a lot of other topics to get to, so we will move on. You can speak about Yeon Hana later, although I do like her as an actress...but that's not the point! Let's just see what we have next.

[dyrewrites]

Writer Q&A Tag Game

@rmgrey-author tagged me, because she is the best. See her answers here.

My answers under the cut.

1)What motivates you to write?

The voices in my head, they only stop when I'm writing. Honestly though, I owe all my current inspiration to the wonderful lady what tagged me for this thing. My sister has been my biggest cheerleader my entire life and even when our mother discouraged me from writing ("you can't make a living doing that, who do you think you are, Stephen King?") it was my sister who kept me going. Not her words so much as how she started writing too, and a lot of the stories she showed me looked an awful lot like mine with some things moved around. It's surprisingly motivational to have someone write fanfiction of your silly angst-driven vampire stories (to save her the embarrassment, it was just the one time she did that with my stories).

Watching he continue to write, and grow and the passion she threw into it and the sheer disregard for anything anyone said against it...that got me. I didn't have the confidence to keep going until I saw hers. And then she shared some of it with me, cheering me on again as I tried to fit the twenty year old ideas of a preteen into a cohesive plot. I wouldn't be writing at all right now if not for her.

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

It's one of my own, from Weald and Wen and I can't explain why it makes me happy...but it does.

Now rising through that same gloom, Infae trills as the pungent stench of decay splinters and falls with the gorebarks of his rotten nest. That spoiled breeze lost as he rises higher, replaced by ripe fruits that tempt his tongue and hungry blossoms that lure his nose. Crawling treats beg for his grasping fingers as they click and tap against pulsing, living trees and he breathes them all in. Whispsong floods his hoary ears and the tinkling toll of fluttering leaves add to their refrain. A creaking undersong of tapping branches follows, chased by a bassline of crunch, crunch, smack as latelight scavengers emerge from their fair light homes and Infae whistles. He trills and clicks, lending his voice to the ancient hymn.  These are his woods—his Weald—and with another click Infae splits the chorus and bright blue frames bounce and flash in his dark vision. Rolling from the playful snap of a thick branch, he coos at the tug from his new riders and, flapping in concert with the song of his woods...Infae remembers what it means to fly.

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Oh no, I have to be honest here. I do and I'm ashamed of it because it's the worst of all my characters. Parnamyr, from my Weald and Wen novel and the novella set in that world. He flows so easy, like a living thing speaking through me. He's fun to write, he's fun to put into situations. He's a deplorable creature that runs on gluttony, lust and narcissism...and yet, if his sister is in danger, he drops everything to aid her. He'll tear her legs off just to watch her hobble without them though, so don't go thinking it's love. She's simply his favorite toy.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Would it be odd to say the revision stage? I adore world-building and can spend hours lost in discovery and creation. I also have fun with the actual writing, letting the words flow and the characters lead. But it's when I go back to it, to the beginning, and even though I wrote it, it feels new. So I get to read it, but I also know how it ends, I know all the twists and turns it's meant to take and have all the world-building done and then it's like a fun puzzle. A puzzle I'm designing, making sure all the pieces fit together so that the next person to hold it will be able to put it all together and see the finished picture. And the best part is, no matter how well I plan it all, no matter how perfectly I cut those pieces, the finished picture will look different to everyone who sees it.

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

I would say descriptions of areas, of setting. I try not to go overboard with it, but they are my favorite thing to write and it's usually description that people compliment. So I think that's what I'm best at?

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

The community as a whole really. I'm not usually a fan of communities, or socializing, at all. I'm not good at it. But here it feels comfortable, I feel like I already know everyone and the little games are just a blast.

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I want to say Google Docs, as it's what I was using but I've stopped. There was the AI scare, but it was more that it slows down with large documents and I can't have that when I'm editing 150k words. Microsoft Word is what I use now (though I do need to get a real copy, mine is a trial) and its grammar checker is actually useful and knows the words I'm using (seriously, Google, wrest is a word and I hate you).

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I love all of Mar and all of Morne and my worlds are like little babies more than the characters who inhabit them are. So this is a difficult question because there is so much.

We'll go with magic system, and try to be brief. Mar's magic system comes in a few flavors in regards to practice of it, but the base is centered around the manipulation of the Lady's Breath. This is the life energy that flows through the whole of Mar and it relies less on the energy itself and more on the emotions of the one wielding it. The primary wielders in the story, that are explored anyhow, are Fyrni and they have a deeper connection to the Lady's Breath than any other. They sing to wield the magic, using a practice known as Weaving to add their own energy to that of the Lady's and their own voice to Her Song - which only they can hear through it, making them the most powerful users of this magic.

My favorite bit of Mar's magic though is that it is visible and colorful and the colors reflect the intention and emotion of the wielder. So, not only is it different for every caster, it is different every time they use it and can change mid-cast if they can't keep their emotions or intentions stable.

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I can only offer what has worked for me. When I can't write, when the characters aren't speaking clear enough or I'm not sure where to take the plot...I take notes. I look at what I've written, consider what's happened, think of what could happen (or what should) and I take notes. It doesn't matter if those notes are used, or if I throw them all out later, it's the act of writing them and thinking about things that helps work out the kinks.

It's also important to remember that first drafts are bad. Everyone's first draft is bad. They all suck. So if it's first draft, it's first draft. Don't worry about it. You're getting the story out now, you can make it make sense later. Right now, you just need to get it out.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

Well one of them tagged me, so =P

Those in the community here who've been amazing are getting tagged! You don't have to answer these questions, this is more because I think you're awesome.

@your-absent-father @ruinmegently @scifimagpie @scribe-cas @stesierra @palebdot @axl-ul @starbuds-and-rosedust @jgmartin @patrickrennie @ryns-ramblings @scribe-of-stories @wmlittlemore-is-writing

[lsdunesarchive]

L.S. Dunes talks about inspiration at The Basement East Q&A on July 9, 2023 | 🎥: Mass Broadcast

Transcript under the cut (special thanks to my dear friend @thekintsugidyke who helped me with the transcription ♡)

Question: I'm right here! I was wondering if there's, like, a certain song or, like, band that inspired you guys to do what you do. 

Frank: Man...

Tim: There's so many! 

Frank: Yeah, it's a hard one. I feel like it's just like amalgamation of, like, you know, the experiences that you had or, like, the records that you love growing up. I remember like, early on, like, I wanted to write songs really, really bad, and so, like, my dad got me a guitar from his guitar player in his band. And, for the longest time, I was like, oh man, this is really hard. Like, I'm not gonna be able to figure this out... So, I would just put it on, stand in front of the mirror, and, like, listen to my favorite songs and pretend to play, and then, at some point, there was, like, a ceremony, had a graduation ceremony or some shit happening at my grammar school, and I had told my friend that I played guitar, because I, you know, I had a guitar and, I was like, yeah, I play guitar, and so that kid, like... When they came into, like, they're like, "Hey, we're gonna have an assembling, we need someone that plays guitar. Does anyone play guitar?", and my friend was like, "Oh, he plays guitar!" so, I had to learn it, and it was fucking awesome, like, I fucking... I was like, why didn't I do this sooner, this is crazy. I mean, really, it's probably a span of, like, three months, but it was such a feeling of, like, accomplishment, you know? And a confidence booster...

Anthony: Yeah.

Frank: And then, going to see like, you know, local shows of, like, kids that were my age putting on shows and, like, the bands that were like, my age. So it was like, fuck, man, I can do this. This is crazy! And yeah, and that was the big thing. It wasn't, like, a specific song or a specific like, you know, band. It was just the experience of knowing that you can accomplish something or do something like that. 

Anthony: I remember it being, like, in 7th grade and watching Green Day, and, like, listening to Green Day and being like, I can do this, you know what I mean? And, like, watching them on MTV, because they, like, used to play that shit they would play... I remember this one concert that, like, watching them at, like, 7th grade, and watching them play this concert, and being like, fuck, this is like, that looks easy! Not easy, but like, it looks attainable, and like, being really inspired by Green Day at like, a weird time in my life. But, like, before I could go to, like, shows that myself and shit like that, I remember really loving that band and, like, watching them, I mean, like, learning how to play their songs by watching them on TV. 

Tucker: For me, it was skateboarding. I remember, you know, all I did when I was a kid was skateboard, and I learned about, all of my music was through, like, Thrasher Magazine, watching skate videos and, like, loving that alternative culture, and then I convinced my mom, when I was 14, to drop me off in a really horrible fucking neighborhood in Trenton, New Jersey... City Gardens! To see The Bouncing Souls, and I was, like, the youngest person there, and...

Anthony: It's also a really bad place.

Tucker: ...by myself. It's fucking terrible. My mom's insane for doing that, but I just remember, like, being scared in the back, and just watching this, and being like, I'm terrified, but this is so cool that I just stuck with it... Bouncing Souls!

Frank: Yeah!

Anthony: It's one of my first shows too, swinging out to the Bouncing Souls and the Descendents.

[We couldn't understand a thing of what they were saying in this part, sorry]

Travis: Roll? Roll up! Uh, I do have actually a specific moment that I remember... My father was a songwriter, so there was guitars around all the time, and I grew up watching music with him, but I didn't really connect with it, like, I remember I was probably about nine, or ten... and my father had a lot of acoustic guitars around, and I saw the video for Patience by Guns and Roses, and I looked at his guitars, and I was like, "Oh, it's the same kind!", so I picked it up and, as far as I was concerned, in the next hour, I had fifteen songs. Like, it was just even going... That's a tune! But yeah, it's like, jerk out with your Bob Marley guitar!

Tucker: He's not the best. 

Travis: No, no... But yeah, that was a moment, like, because, from then on, I just kept playing, and then I wanted the electric, and, for me, it really was just, also, a lot of being able to collaborate with friends, you know, I was in a lot of bands from very early on, and we would cover songs, and stuff like that, like, you know, we would... whether it be covering a Violent Femmes song, or a Misfits song or like, you know, just, it was about learning those songs and getting better that way. 

Tim: Oh, now I have to...

Travis: Yeah, you gotta... You’re on the hot seat.

Tim: I remember me and my friend in elementary school would always just talk about starting a band, but neither of us even played an instrument, we'd just, like, pretend, and then, he decided that he wanted to play guitar, so I couldn't. And then, I remember actually getting Jane's Addiction's Ritual de lo Habitual, and just hearing the bass on that... Eric Avery is a huge, huge influence for me, and I was always just, like, too self-conscious to, just, do it, and then my mom just signed me up for bass lessons one day, because I never shut up about it, and then, I just sat in my room, and just, like, listened to everything from, you know, Jane's, Green Day, Operation Ivy... Anything! Fugazi... And just learned, learned literally every single baseline I could. And then, it wasn't really until Thursday started that I was actually in a band, it was something I always wanted to do, but that was the first time all the pieces, kind of, fell into place. But yeah, I mean, just, music in general, I think it was huge in all our lives from a really early age... 

Tucker: Thank God you did, because you are the foundation of this entire band. 

Travis: And, it's interesting that you mentioned Eric Avery, because that's always what I like, a lot of the songs, how they come about... 

Anthony: Yeah, you definitely have that style.

Travis: I consider it to be a very Eric Avery, kind of... Not that you're biting the style... 

Tim: No, I certainly do! 

Anthony: No, but once you think about it makes sense, you know what I mean? 

Travis: It's not so on the nose...

Tucker: And now that you can fly to his house, whenever you want... Freak. 

Travis: I'll get there first, 'cause I could teleport. 

Tim: I should have done that. 

Anthony: And no one will see you, right? 

Travis: I'd be straight invisible! I'll see what he's doing before he even knows he's doing it.

[daz4i]

O P Q Z for the silly lil ask game~! (and for z i shall prompt bsd cos why not?)

ehehe thank you!!!! :D

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

look away by the dear hunter... oikawa tooru song fr fr

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

you wanna ask about my bsdlands au. you wanna ask abt my bsdlands au so bad.

askldjfgh but to make a new one on the spot. well it's not really mine bc it's in mayoi but i neeeed more thief dazai and detective chuuya. except everyone in the agency is also a thief and they pull heists together and it's great and chuuya is fighting for his life bc he keeps running into them right as they leave the scene but they never leave any evidence behind so he can't actually do anything about it. also to spice things up i want it to have some weird hidden identity stuff like dazai always wearing a mask during heists and thus chuuya is unable to recognize him when they meet somewhere outside, perhaps even start dating, up until a certain point (where he like. saw thief!dazai get injured during a heist. and then he sees the same injury on him later. or something like that) and then it turns into chuuya in conflict on whether or not he can trust dazai and whether he should keep pursuing the case (bc. he still doesn't have concrete evidence. also i wanna say dazai knows that chuuya knows but pretends he doesn't. to add a layer to it like chuuya questioning and hoping that he got it wrong and it's all a weird coincidence but like deep down he knows that's not the case and just refuses to admit it bc he may or may not have caught feelings)

and i started rambling and it turned into a monster lol i apologize. if anyone wants to take this^ and do anything with it PLEASE do and tag me in it if you do u3u

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

south park. bc it got Very Bad to the point it made me stop caring abt any of it aside from the friends i made through the fandom

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go!

OH GOD OKAY so. the doa's current goal confuses me a lot. at least fukuchi's ig. like at first when he talked abt erasing nations and borders i was like fuck yeah. and i thought the issue is the method, mind control, but i understood where he was coming from with his ptsd and such. but now it kinda looks like he just wants to kill everyone...? king what is this meant to achieve. are you literally just so mad abt your divorce you want to burn the whole world. damn just get a journal or smth! fr tho i can't see how it's meant to align with his initial goals or with his trauma, and how he came to this conclusion?? i thought the point of getting one order is to STOP needless bloodshed?? so bro what is thissssss what are you doinggggggg why!!!!!!!!!

send some fandom asks?

[hyunsoolgc]

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ㅡ FAMILY CONCERT 2K23 / Q&A PANEL

When Hyunsoo initially put forth the effort to become an actor, he assumed there would be many times in which he could become lonely ㅡ isolated with the exception of being on set or script readings. He expects that public conferences with a panel of his co-stars would be likely in the future, but he hardly expects the company to put forth all of the actors and models into one. The stage is relatively crowded, and Hyunsoo keeps to the back, despite the protests from his fans jumping up trying to see him.

Fans... such a foreign concept to him still. He hardly expected that anyone would be as enamored with him to actually put forth questions for him to answer. It is a pleasant surprise when he is handed a microphone of his own for answering whatever it is they ask of him for his small segment. There are a number of cheers from the crowd, one girl especially enthusiastic about expressing her affection with a loud scream. He suppresses a laugh, simply muttering into the microphone, "Oh, thank you." It earns a gentle chuckle throughout the audience, and he can already feel his ears becoming bright red.

He moves onto the first question, his eyes and ears scanning over the words in his head. He has to make it quick ㅡ the others are waiting for their time up.

"What sort of projects would you like to do in the future?"

It's a relatively standard question, one he expects to get a numerous amount of times. He lifts the microphone and hums quietly. "I've thought about this a lot. I would really enjoy if I could act in some thrillers or horror... maybe action or a detective drama or movie. Those sort of roles that are more serious are something I'm more interested in. I want to be part of something that can offer a level of escapism into an entirely different world."

He quickly moves on to the next. "Have you thought about doing other things beyond acting during your career?"

Hyunsoo looks off to the side, pursing his lips. He is not being entirely fun enough in comparison to his more outgoing coworkers but the awkward fumbling around with public speaking is entirely new for him. Behind the camera in a controlled environment is far easier. "For now, I want to just focus on acting and establishing myself! I haven't considered singing or anything of the sort. I don't think things involving music are for me. Unless you count dancing badly."

He chuckles and a fan shouts for him to do a dance for them. His eyes dart around toward the host and the other actors and models, some of which encourage him to go forward. Various loud voices from the crowd egg him on. With his usual stiff disposition, he begins to dance to a bit of Nova's debut song, then Fabula's recent comeback with the moves he had been forcefully taught by Hayoung. His minimal training in dancing is clear but he does far better than he initially expected.

His segment is wrapped up with far more smiles than he expects. He bows to the audience, waving to a few who had signs with his name on it. Perhaps he is not so bad at this, after all.

[thekuraning]

don't know about any specific charcter playlists but why don't i ask you about the most recent blorbo playlist?(you don't have to answer this, have a nice day!)

Dear anon, I spent an hour putting together a whole playlist here to rant for you bc I don't use spotify lmfaoo

Unfotunately in my hubris, I accidentally cmd+z'd and deleted the entire bullet list. Q~Q As it seems the gods would prefer brevity on this day, I regret to inform you that I have had to narrow down my list. unu I shall explain more under the cut.

IM SO MAD TOO i had it all laid out in order and everything, but hhhhhh SURPRISE it's (part of) my Augustine Sycamore playlist :') i have contracted the sycamore brain rot, and it has yet to leave me be. A lot of the music I collect for him has to do with plot points for the lil fic series I've got for him and Guzma, and a lot has to do with what I imagine his life was like before we meet him in XY. Some of it has to do with old RPs i used to play him in back when his games came out

He just seems like a dude who's been through the ringer, you know? He's seen some shit and lived through some shit. Even his theme music is a little wistful and sad, and that's a lot of the vibes I get when I look at him. But I also get a lot of vibes that he's in love with life. He's chaos and duality and the sleepiest party boy you'll meet in your life. He'll climb Prism Tower just to get a good view of the sunset and then laugh when he gets into trouble. He loves people so much but has trouble letting anyone in. He stays up too late, he drinks too much, and he jumps at the chance for a new adventure or a new experience. He chases his passions relentlessly and dreams of the day he attains those things he knows he'll never have, and he does it with a smile.

It's a very pretentious way of saying I love blorbo very much, and here are a few of the songs from his playlist that I think encapsulate these traits I see when I look at him. :')

Peace of Mind (Aviici) this one in particular i put on and he just starts pirouetting in my head

Tell Me I'm Alive (All time Low)

Danny Don't You Know (NSP)

Trouble (Aviici)

White Rabbit (Collide vers.)

Self Control (Scissor Sisters)

...And a special bonus!! ;) While in my fics his favorite band is called Yesterday's Jam, this is a Very Fake Band, his favorite Band That Actually Exists is Genitorturers. Bc the last vibe I get from looking at Sycamore is the boy's a bit of a metalhead?? Also very "sex, drugs, rock n roll."

Lecher Bitch (Genitorturers)

I'll cap it there in case the gods bring the hammer down on me again ;v; but hes a good boy he just wants to live life to its fullest man he just wants to sing classic rock to the starter pokemon and dance in the rain and be a little shit to his friends and do science