#edm meets metal

[happywitch416]

"You don't seem autistic/adhd/etc"

Well, no. Of course I don't. I don't know you and I am putting over ten years of theatre through its paces until I can escape. Because social anxiety and trauma have taught me that being honest about such things is how things go bad.

And uh no I still won't admit to anything just because you are also a mom with a kid in the same group as my kid. You can just wrack your lil brain for "who he gets it from".

A *lot* of parents seem to teach their children to be upfront and in your face about their autism so people treat them better. One, they won't, an asshole is an asshole. And two, not everyone has to know everything. 95% of the time its not their business and irrelevant to the situation.

We all live on this planet and if the only way you can be a decent person is to know everything thats "wrong" with someone, you are the problem. Not the person masking six ways into next week until they can leave your obnoxious presence and debate lighting a match to the building on their way out.

And ya know? There's nothing really wrong with me, the problem is I live in this society and all the things I am good at, all my strengths are considered useless because they aren't about making money or climbing some social ladder.

The only interest I have in a ladder is if I can refinish it into cool wall art or a quilt holder.

[bass-alien]

I just wanna meet someone who listens to edm but also someone who listens to metal and pop punk and rap 🥺

[mr-laveau]

-hands you my Love listener and also all my actual love ily booboo-

One. They have been called Love and/or Asset and will name themselves Ariel.

Two. Unfortunately, we already know all there is to their backstory 😭

Three. They’ve played around with the idea of lots of aesthetics and have settled on a sort of pastel, casual look with academia elements.

Four. They’re gender-fluid, so they switch from male, femme, and androgynous presenting on a whim.

Five. (Now that I’m really reading these questions, I’m so sorry for sending you an Android 😂) Marcus is an anime nerd in the worst way, so Ariel was deffo made with East-Asian features.

Six. They were made to look in their early twenties.

Seven. Slender and androgynous.

Eight. A Scorpio, though I’m not confident about that answer, I’ll admit.

Nine. Anton, who is the only person they feel likes them, and James, who is the only person who they feel respects them.

Ten. They’re still discovering hobbies and interests but so far, they’re enjoying listening to music and learning piano.

Eleven. Hmm, I think it’d be interesting if it was Psyche, Greek Goddess of the Soul, since it could be argued whether they have one.

Twelve. RedactedAudio 💕

Thirteen. Ariel is a sex-neutral/averse ace, so when they do sex without the obsession-code, it’s done with curiosity and the partner’s pleasure as the main priority.

Fourteen. Hmmm… that’s a new question for me. I think they actually don’t know yet.

Fifteen. I am Not a Robot by Marina and the Diamonds. It unironically makes them feel a lot of things.

Sixteen. Lowkey Natalie Portman’s character in Ex Machina.

Seventeen. Almost like a stock photo or a model’s shoot. They are symmetrical and physically attractive, beautiful almost, but there’s something impersonal about the stiff way they hold themselves and the lack of emoting on their face.

Eighteen. They really want to meet a dog. EDM music confused them and holds up appeal. They wish they could try coffee and lemons.

Thank you, my love 🧡

LaVeau-gue - design #003 - Asset/Love - Ariel - Lexi Sun

You are most welcome Lexi, always an honour to get to work with my first redacted friend, especially when it comes to this bean, Ariel! I still remember a few of the details from our previous conversations in regards to how you see them so I hope this does them justice!

Design Notes

Approaching Ariel's design, I had already had remembered conversations with you in regards to previous inspirations you'd mentioned for your take on Love. I also added in a bit of my own inspos to the mix to see what would take

For Ariel's design I wanted to keep in mind the solid collection of notes you'd written up so I could incorporate as much as I could whilst also condensing the design so I could make it simple to redraw (as I do with some of my other designs). My main focus when getting into this design however was to create a human and android Skin similar to how I'd made my Asset, Prim.

A big inspiration I had for them was Jenni from My Life As a Teenage Robot and Hatsune Miku so I decided that white metallic plates reminiscent of Jenni would work and blue hair similar to Miku would tie things together. Additional, I also chose to include colours from the PM title cards to establish that visual parallel .

As for clothing, I followed your instructions as best as I could, creating an androgynous fit that was pastel and had hints of academic elements! On top of that, I incorporated musical notes as a reference to the singing Ariel from the Tempest and the little mermaid does and to reference her proclivities for piano music. To reference back to your choice of Psyche as a god to represent Asset, I included butterfly designs on their overalls. To balance the whole pallette I combos the PM pallette and the pallette of their clothes which ended up being pretty readable overall! Another fun fact is that I also ended realizing that Ariel shares a clothing pallette with my Caelum!

Wanna have your listener designed by me? Check out my rules for LaVeau-gue and send an ask my way! Also, currently I am looking for money to replace my computer so any interested parties who wanna help can check out my commissions!

[sylviaritter]

Album Art for Fight or Dance's Step Your Mind

deviantart.com/sylviaritter/art/Album-Art-for-Fight-or-Dance-s-Step-Your-Mind-962120042

I made this cover artwork for Fight or Dance. Thank you for this wonderful commission. Metal meets EDM!

You can listen to their tracks on Spotify: Release schedule for the remaining tracks: • Endless Sun (May 12th, today Nod!) • Attack of the War Dogs (June 23rd) • Cosmic Rain (August 4th) • Vantage Point (September 15th) • Troubled Past (September 15th)

..or support this awesome music on Bandcamp. You can also follow Fight or Dance on Facebook , Instagram and Youtube .

Created with Krita. Copyright © 2023 Sylvia Ritter. www.sylvia-ritter.com, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram. 

[black-arcana]

Ex-DELAIN Singer CHARLOTTE WESSELS Teams Up With EPICA's SIMONE SIMONS For New Single 'Dopamine'

Former DELAIN singer Charlotte Wessels has joined forces with EPICA's Simone Simons for Charlotte's mesmerizing new single titled "Dopamine". This track is part of Wessels's first traditional full-length, full-band solo album, "The Obsession", set to be released on September 20, 2024 via Napalm Records. Promising a deeply immersive and evocative experience, the two Dutch symphonic metal legends guide listeners through the emotional landscape of SSRI-induced numbness. "The Obsession" showcases Wessels's most mature work to date, blending progressive and heavier soundscapes with catchy elements.

Supported by her former DELAIN bandmates, who contribute to the album's heavier sound, Wessels is set to bring "The Obsession" to the stage this year. The journey begins with a release show on October 4, 2024 at Utrecht's TivoliVredenburg, followed by a special guest appearance with labelmates KAMELOT and AD INFINITUM in Drachten on October 11, 2024. After these shows, Wessels will join VOLA on their "Friend Of Phantom" European tour 2024, kicking off on November 1.

Wessels comments: "Lyrically, 'Dopamine' deals with SSRI-induced numbness that I experienced a few years ago when I was on Sertraline, a type of antidepressant. While the medication was really helpful, there were so many side effects that I'd never heard of. This song deals with some of them, and while it feels vulnerable to expose the experience, I hope it helps in breaking down the shame and taboo around the topic.

"Simone reached out to me as I was first opening up about this in an interview, and when the first version of 'Dopamine' dropped on Patreon (because, of course, we're each other's Patreons) she texted how much she liked the song. So when we were working on the album version, it only made sense to ask if she'd sing along on the track. I am so happy she agreed and after all of the shared introspection, it was great fun to let loose wearing pink wigs in ball pits and marshmallow pools for the video recordings. Musically, out of the entire new album, 'Dopamine' went through the biggest transformation. What started out as an EDM demo for a collaboration with a dance duo that never happened, became an acoustic 'Song Of The Month' on Patreon, which then had a massive overhaul when rearranging it with Timo. The new band version is an absolute banger, and the beautiful guest vocals by Simone complete the song."

"The Obsession" marks Wessels's Napalm Records debut, and while her earlier solo endeavors — full-length song compilations "Tales From Six Feet Under" (2021) and "Tales From Six Feet Under Vol. II" (2022) — already gained her a remarkable number of devotees, "The Obsession" truly takes her career to the next level.

The new album promises a cohesive exploration of fear and liberation, as well as spellbinding melancholia and dark, catchy elements meeting progressive and heavier soundscapes. The storytelling within the songs gives the multifaceted album even more depth, making "The Obsession" an exciting listening experience and Wessels's most mature solo offering so far.

While still writing and producing the songs in her Six Feet Under basement home studio and sharing their first incarnations with her patrons, Wessels now takes the songs from her new album, "The Obsession", to the next level with a band of her fellow ex-DELAIN cohorts Timo Somers (guitars, additional arrangements),Otto Schimmelpenninck Van Der Oije (bass) and Joey Marin De Boer (drums) as well as Sophia Vernikov (piano/Hammond),contributing to the new heavier sound. The album also features arrangements by Vikram Shankar (SILENT SKIES, PAIN OF SALVATION),cello by Elianne Anemaat, was mixed by Guido Aalbers (MUSE, COLDPLAY, THE GATHERING) and was mastered by Andy VanDette (PORCUPINE TREE, VOLA, DREAM THEATER).

Wessels about the new album: "On the one hand, this album tells a very personal story — through its unintended theme of fear, obsessive thoughts and the escapes from them — and at the same time it represents the joy of finding the song's true forms with everyone involved in the making of this record. That's why I chose 'The Obsession' as a title. It refers to my personal challenges with OCD that inspired many of the songs — but I've also started referring to the band as 'the obsession' because there were moments in the studio with them that truly reminded me of why I'm obsessed with making music in the first place."

Themes of fear, obsessive thoughts and escapism run rampant on the album, presenting dark and heavy on songs like "The Exorcism", "The Crying Room" and "Ode To The West Wind" (featuring Alissa White-Gluz of ARCH ENEMY). In addition, there are songs that offer a more upbeat approach to the subject — like "Dopamine" (featuring Simone Simons of EPICA) which deals with SSRI-induced numbness, or "Praise" — which sings the gospel of needing external validation in order to feel anything. The reimagining of fan favorite "Soft Revolution" won't leave a dry eye in the room, while "Soulstice" and "Serpentine" present an unprecedented dark sensuality. Each song itself functions like an exorcism, an attempt to cast out a little of the fear it deals with.

Wessels states about the guests: "I'm extremely grateful and proud to add Simone Simons and Alissa White-Gluz to the lineup of this album. They are creative powerhouses that I have so much love and respect for. Whenever we get to work together is an absolute treat and they really elevated the songs with their performances."

"The Obsession" track listing:

01. Chasing Sunsets 02. Dopamine 03. The Exorcism 04. Soulstice 05. The Crying Room 06. Ode To The West Wind 07. Serpentine 08. Praise 09. All You Are 10. Vigor And Valor 11. Breathe 12. Soft Revolution (2024)

[xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx]

Aoi Ryugoku and Shiromi Torayoshi Ship Headcannons x

I got back into yandere simulator recently (I do not support yandere dev though), and I found some shops and thought this one is the cutest so I have made some headcannons about them. Honestly I thought there would be more content for them but there’s barley any, idk if the ship is unpopular or the game is cuz of yandere dev or in general, but we NEED more Ryugoshi/Aoi x Shiromi/Aoiromi content. Defo. Anyway, hope you enjoy!!

Aoi is the dominant one in the relationship - Shiromi tries to be dominant and a brat but fails miserably

No one, not even Megami, but Shiromi has seen Aoi without her eyepatch

they never bring up how aoi lost her eye, but shiromi does know how it happened

shiromi likes pda but aoi is not a big fan of it, the minimum for aoi is holding hands or slightly leaning on eachother, but infront if the other council members or when they’re alone they’re complete lovebirds

aoi gets mad when someone looks at shiromi for too long

Aoi spends more time at shiromis house than her own

aois Lock Screen is shiromi falling asleep in the council room, and shiromi is Aoi smiling menacingly while watching a horror movie

shiromi is pan, and Aoi is lesbian

Aoi calls Shiromi ‘Romi, White Tiger, kitty cat, baby girl and treasure’ (cuz she’s the treasure of the student council isn’t she?)

When they’re alone in the council room they’ll sit on the floor or if the others are there they’ll go behind a bookshelf - anytime they cuddle aoi is always sat down with her legs straight and shiromi behind her with her legs wrapped around her waist and arms around her neck

shiromi is TINY, which means Aoi can pick her up with no problem

they skip class sometimes and just stay in the bathroom or in the council room then go to class and say they where in a meeting - Akane and Kuroko (who are dating) do the same with them to suspicion

no one expect for the council knows they’re dating, but there are rumours that they are

aoi can only be calm downed by shiromi - the most common ways are stroking her hair, hugging her, hiding with her, ect

shiromi has a weird habit of sitting under the table, so sometimes aoi will sit on the floor outside of the table and look at shiromi

shiromi confessed first

they flirt by insulting eachother - like they’ll call eachother bitch, bastard, slut, etc, as a joke tho

aois love language is quality time, while shiromis is physical touch

Aoi likes rap and heavy metal, where as shiromi likes grunge (such as nirvana) and edm

aoi is an only child, where as shiromi has 2 older brothers

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 29

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

@grievouslygreat put so much work into drawing Shelldon for this week's chapter art! Send that love right back!!

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex

Synopsis:  A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

Huge shout-out to @uvamay for the Shelldon dance scene! They send some of the best asks and I can't thank them enough!!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: One boob mention.

With your elbows craned to the kitchen counter and your ass sticking out, you hummed along to jaunty music. Beside you S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. swayed side to side where the sound was emanating from his back. You twirled a spoon in hand to the rhythm until a bit of batter almost flung off. You swooped the globule back up and popped the stirrer into your mouth. Lyrics tapering off, the beat continued until the song ended.

“Well?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. buzzed with excitement.

Retracting the spoon, you smiled. “It was good!”

“Right!?” He glowed with a grin. “The whole album is pretty good, but especially those first few songs are amazing!”

“Do you listen to a lot of music?” Straightening from where you’d been hunched too long, you stretched to crack your back.

“For sure!” You watched his eyes turn over and start cycling through binary code. “I listen to all kinds: New Age, Metal, R&B, Synthwave-“

“But Donnie…?” Coming down, you pointed the spoon aware that S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. might go on listing for an indeterminate amount of time.

The binary froze and, in a blink, his eyes returned. “Oh…”

You watched curiously, bringing the clean spoon back to your mouth.

“That’s a rough topic…” If he had hands you imagined S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. would be scratching his head. “I tried to play him something once, when he was… ya know…” His rotors gestured and you knew he meant Donnie’s twenties. “He was pretty p-o’d.”

“It’s strange…”

“It is!” He huffed. “You’d think he’d want some background EDM while he works, but he had this whole spiel about how if even one bit of his brain power was diverted-! Whatever, man!”

You nodded trying to picture what Donnie looked like then, but white coats and ominous goggles were all you could conjure.

Who’s to say that wasn’t right?

“I mix a little myself.” He did a single excited turn which brought your attention back. “Just beats mostly, check it.”

A club bop started up and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. didn’t wait for your input. Instead, he started swinging back and forth to his own beat. His attitude was infectious and you found your head bobbing in time. With a little beat drop flourish, he caught wind of you and flew up as if he were your dance partner. You laughed at his offered rotor and mimed taking it with the spoon. At the last moment before you imagined you’d be reeled in for a dip, you pulled back and busted out your own little groove in time with the rhythm.

The drone slowed and gave a low whistle.

“Too much?” You laughed. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hardly made you feel self conscious and instead you worried about embarrassing him for whatever reason.

“No, no!” The music turned down, but not off. “Full disclosure: I have an archival system in me.”

Rolling on the balls of your feet, you leaned away. “It’s like for…?”

“Safety!” He rushed as if correcting himself. “Sorry, that must have sounded weird. It’s like storing memories. I meant more like I could send you a clip if you wanted to see!” 

You blew a raspberry. “I’ve seen enough of my dancing.”

He hovered on the edge of a thought.

You stared for a moment until you tapped the spoon to your chin. “I could send it to Donnie.”

“You could send it to Donnie.” He began to repeat before you had even finished speaking.

“You’re really making me work for it!” You pretended to huff.

“Ugh, I mean, let’s pass some version of the Bechdel test!” He made a huge show of rolling his eyes.

You giggled and then leaned in.

He followed suit offering the side of his triangular head.

“Real quick then: be honest, is it… worth it? He’d like it?”

One of his rotors came up as if he were shielding his mouth from the secret he was about to tell. “You were so adorable I was hoping you wouldn’t guess so it would be a memory just for me.”

“Stop!” You tittered, flapping a hand at him.

“Thank you, thank you.” He did a mock bow. “Send it?”

“Send it.” You agreed.

The music stopped and there was a soft pinging noise that you presumed was the message firing off.

He then gave a great sigh of relief.

“I gotta say, all that omission of truth stuff was rough, but I love being able to talk about whatever I want now!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. chirped, buzzing around you. 

You bopped his beak with the spoon. “It’s pretty great.”

“Heal-thy real-a-tion-ship!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. annunciated as if it was something he’d been harping on all along.

You bet he’d bent Donnie’s ear as much as he could. “It’s something.”

He lowered a little. “You okay? That sounded not so stellar.”

“No!” You threw your hands out and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was forced to dodge. “Ack, sorry! It was wistful!”

“Wistful?”

You set the spoon on the rest and turned out to your apartment. You were due to move the next day and the place was a wreck. With your roommate out for work that evening, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had come over to help you pack. When you had been combing over the kitchen cabinets, you’d found a muffin mix about to expire and decided a break was in order for baking. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. surprised you with his whisk attachment and had splattered the kitchen when he prematurely lifted before turning it off. Already in schlubby clothes for the hard work, you’d laughed it off and cleaned up together.

“Well yeah…” You gestured out to the living room where random brown squares dotted the space. “I’m happy. It’s just… everything’s changing.”

“Oh…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. commiserated.

“I’ll cry about it when I say goodbye tomorrow. For now, I’ve been meaning to ask…?”

He hummed curiously.

“Are you… going to live with us?”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. burst out laughing.

You pursed your lip with offense.

“I’m sorry-” He choked, doing a barrel roll to keep upright from where he almost rolled over. “That’s just-fweh! We would not survive that!”

“I’ll have you know I’m a great roommate! Coral and I have been roomies for like 6 years and two places!”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s body made a V-shape. “Not you!”

“Oh…” You grimaced. “Should I be…?”

“No no no!” His little rotors waved frantically. “No more assumptions! Let me set the record straight!”

You settled back into the counter to listen.

“We’ve worked our bad blood out, but Donatello and I… We don’t see eye to eye and I’m basically programmed to sass him.”

Your lips rounded with a question.

“Not actually.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. chided. “We’re equals and I call him out, but he’s always doing something so it happens a lot. What really helped our relationship was me moving out.” 

“You have… your own apartment?” You straightened a little unconsciously.

“Kinda.” He buzzed up to your ear and whispered. “Ever been to apartment one?”

“No?” You turned to him with growing understanding.

“That’s where my charging port is and Donnie alerts me if he’s going to come by. I have full veto power to not let him in too, which was a whole thing when it was first proposed, but we don’t have to get into that!”

“Right, no need…” You pictured that identical apartment with a S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sized wall outlet. Seeing how full of life the bot was, you hoped he customized the space far beyond what your imagination concocted.

“I have a bipedal form too.”

“Hm… Huh?!”

“Yeah, it’s about the same size as I am now, but with arms and legs.” He did a little twirl upwards with pride.

“Why don’t you use that?”

“Eh…” He careened to one side. “This was the first body I got when I upgraded out of the home system. I’m pretty attached to it.”

“Not for that!” You threw an arm out before giving into a minor pause. “Though that is sweet.” Taking a few side steps you gestured dramatically to the boxes. “I meant for this!”

“Oh!” He beamed. “You got this!”

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.!”

He buzzed away as if you might hit him with the spoon for real. “It’s funny, admit it!”

You groaned loudly as the timer went off. “It’s a little funny.”

He snickered behind you.

Grabbing some oven mitts, you pulled out the muffins and daintily tapped one to check its doneness.

“For real though, I’m faster like this. Stack me up with boxes and watch me go.”

“But I’m not moving the boxes until tomorrow.” Removing the mitts, you gave him a dry look.

He looked sheepish and chuckled awkwardly.

“A second pair of hands to put stuff in boxes was the deal today…” You turned to him and folded your arms.

He looked away, nervously.

You couldn’t be mad at him and a hopeless smile broke out on your face. “Don’t worry, Shelly. I’m not upset. It’s just ridiculous, ya know?”

“Shelly?” He turned back with open curiosity.

“I like having you here and between the talking and tunes it’s been fun-wha?” You bobbed from where you were still talking. “Oh… no good? I should have asked-”

“No.” He seemed genuinely caught off guard. “It’s… I’ve never… Hm.”

You had a sinking feeling. “How many people besides me and Donnie have you talked to?”

“No one.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. bobbed with each syllable. 

That wasn’t right. 

Someone was lying. 

You mimicked him. “But then-”

“Ah…” He turned slightly as if he had forgotten. “You’re wonderin’ about the purple dragons.”

“The… what?”

“The girl… That Donnie…”He made a ‘you know’ gesture with a rotor. “And the other two. That was the name of their group.”

You could finish that first sentence. 

The girl that Donnie killed.

You sank back against the counter.

“I don’t know if it really counts because it wasn’t real… In my younger days I did the classic running away thing and they happened to find me. They tried to manipulate me and Donnie…”

“Yeah.” You interrupted.

“Yeah.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. nodded, giving you a break from the retelling.

Silence stretched between you two as you gathered yourself. 

“Did you…?” You shifted, unable to look him in the eye. “Did you ever… want to go back?”

For a moment the air was heavy with the mechanism that kept the bot afloat. “It was a lot like choosing between two losing sides.”

You finally turned and found he was staring right at you. “Are you okay?”

“Now? Absolutely.” He buzzed over to the muffins, but you could sense it was a distraction. “They turned out good!”

“Are you lonely?” You weren’t sure why you couldn’t let him drop it.

He’d let you. 

He flew a little too close to the still hot pan and retracted as if it burned his curious finger. “Not anymore. I know it sounded bad, but I took the speaking thing literally. I have a whole online thing going on!” He perked up like he was flashing you a bright grin. “Catfishing kinda!”

An odd laugh got out of you. “You’re tricking people into dating you online?”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. flew up in a show of what you identified as embarrassment. “Okay, not like that! Just the tricking them part!”

You hummed with a note of worry.

“Stop!!!” He belted so loud you winced. “Pity sucks! I hate it! I’m not tragic! I’m just chilling!!”

You rubbed your arm. “I didn’t mean-”

“Look!” A dozen holographic screens appeared in your face. In all of them was what you could only describe as a human version of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. He was in all manner of activities from having a beer to playing hockey.

You reached up on reflex and found the screens moved under hand. As soon as you made contact with them, you couldn’t help but notice that a tiny numerical code ‘143’ appeared at the top of each window. Stowing that for later, you focused on what was being presented. “It doesn’t look like you don’t have multiple accounts. Just the one…”

“Yeah, for when I’m craving some interaction.”

A few screens shuffled until he found one with a feed. It then automatically rolled back.

“See! I haven’t posted in 3 weeks to this one!”

“I’m hung up on the human-sona thing.” You laughed and looked through the faint opacity of the screen toward the bot.

“Pretty great right!” All but one screen flickered away and he put his smiling face right beside one that was nearly identical but human. “I ran a ton of algorithms on Don’s DNA to see what he’d look like as a human and then made up some parentage to get me here.”

Your mouth popped open, but you quickly snapped it shut.

Donnie as a human?

Even without a frame of reference, that felt wrong.

That wasn’t him.

It couldn’t be.

At least partly. 

“Good job.” You forced out. 

“You’re still feeling weird about me being ‘lonely.’” If he had fingers you saw he would have given air quotes. 

“I’m sorry, S.H.E.L.L.D.-”

“Shelly.”

You perked up a little and tipped your head in question.

“’I’m sorry,’ Shelly.” He corrected with a beam so bright it almost acted like it extinguished the last screen that went away in time.

“Shelly.” You reached your hands up and he plopped what was approximately his chin down into them. “You like it?” 

“Yup. In fact I won’t answer to anything else. Oh and boom, I’ve legally changed my name! How about that?!” You imagined he was sticking his tongue out and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Alright, alright!” You released him and went to pick a muffin up from the tin. “I’m trusting you though.”

“Totally!” He hovered close and you thought for only a moment before placing the muffin on his head.

“Hell yeah!” He did a lap around the apartment complete with aerial tricks all while keeping the treat from falling off.

You had picked another out and took a bite while you watched.

-

“I wore glittery eye shadow on purpose.” Your roommate proclaimed proudly from where she still had a death grip on your arms.

You nodded a little too furiously. “I know.”

“Because it gets in my eyes.” Her voice cracked.

“It does.” Yours did something similar.

“Like that time-”

“In that dump bathroom-”

“With all the stupid stickers-”

“They were so fake!” You couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled her back into your arms.

“Damnit, Y/N!” She croaked before giving into another bout of sobs.

Nearby Donnie pretended to toil even though he’d already moved all the dummy boxes. There was a moving truck for appearances only as all your belongings were probably already at your new apartment via S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. Neither boy cared, but you’d asked for the reveal of Donnie’s tech to be pushed off. Coral was already perceptive enough on her own and you had a feeling if she saw the kind of tools Donnie could actually create then she’d make a near instant leap to his villain persona, as muddled as whatever the name for that was. 

“No more!” Your roommate gagged away and you glimpsed how her makeup ran harsh black lines down her face.

“Let go then!” You sniffled.

“I’m not holding you.” She threw her hands up as if it wasn’t a blatant lie and turned her tear streaked face to Donnie. “You.”

Donnie was ready and you caught the last moment of him slipping on his icy exterior. “Yes?”

She stalked right up to him and fisted the front of his high necked athletic top.

He merely glanced down at her hand before he allowed her to yank him to her eye level. 

“You listen here, you Gumby fuck.”

You slapped your hands over your mouth as tears flowed on, though now out of comedy.

“I don’t know what that is.” Donnie clipped back.

“Shut it!” She barked. “You are going to take not good care, not great care, but the best fucking care of Y/N. I’m talkin’ the best this wretched world has to offer. Understand?”

He kept the bitter edge for a long moment before he dropped it with what was nearly a smile. “I understand.”

Not expecting him to be so compliant, your roommate stumbled verbally. “That’s-uh-good! Good then!”

Donnie gave a single nod.

“No comeback…?” She dropped her hardened persona for a rare moment of vulnerability.

“No. You mean a lot to each other. Your protection is understandable. I will not do anything else to jeopardize our relationship.” He shot you a single flick of his gaze. “Rest assured Y/N will be pampered beyond recognition.”

“Anything else…” Her eyes narrowed. 

“I’ve made mistakes.” 

“How bad?” 

“Of my own idiocy underestimating Y/N.” 

“It’s different now?” 

“Not completely. There’s hope as I am openly acknowledging my deficits.” 

You squirmed a little, turning the hands around your mouth up to wipe some excess tears away. That fell in line with the scant information you’d shared with her. 

“Put a ring on it.” The phrase shot out of her.

You poked yourself in the eye and spun away to nurse it.

“Obviously I’ll take ‘em back otherwise, but I’m just saying: don’t be stupid.”

Rubbing furiously, you tried to recover, but blinking off bleary fog kept you from seeing whatever Donnie’s response was.  “W-wait!”

Your soon to be ex-roommate stepped into your field of vision before you could do anything else. “Remember what we talked about last night?”

You could only nod even though you almost wanted to shove her out of the way in an attempt to rewind time. During the final stages of packing, in the early morning darkness, several hours ago, she had run the gambit on every worst case scenario. She reassured you in how she’d always be there for you and vowed to find out the mutant’s weakness. You’d laughed then knowing full well she was dead serious. It had felt very much like you were an ancient bride who was being married off to a far away kingdom, never to be seen again. “I remember.”

“Last one, no more tears.” Her posture snapped upright and you mirrored her. You both then stepped forward and gave the stiffest hug imaginable. “Two housewarming presents. You gotta find ‘em but when you do you’ll know.” She left you with a whisper in your ear.

Already knowing one was the accursed astronaut, you could only wonder where she’d put the damn thing. Otherwise, you had a feeling her other gift was authentic. “Thank you. For everything and, because this is so dramatic, just a reminder: we literally have plans to see each other next week.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She dismissed you and turned to Donnie. “Get the door, I’m chasing you both out. It’s my casa now. I’m stripping naked and rolling over everything the second you leave.”

“You’ll never get the deposit back.” You barely got out the phrase before she swiped at you.

Donnie opened the door and you raced out with her screaming in tow.

“Take that back, dammit! I’m a goddess! My skin will leave the place cleaner than you ever did!”

“After all the cleaning I did!” You were caught at the elevator and slammed the button repeatedly as if that would speed it up.

She caught up and pretended she was going to body slam you before abruptly stopping short. “Think about the fact that you had to!”

Donnie approached as the elevator’s doors opened. The two humans around him continued to bicker all the way down to the ground floor and out on the street. A quiet then took hold that he was forced to break. “I’d say it was a pleasure, but…”

Coral snorted. “Likewise.”

You watched the two exchange something visually before Donnie turned heel to get into the truck. Coral stared after him before putting her hands on her hips.

“You gonna be okay?” You wrung your hands in spite of yourself.

“Yeah.” Her shields dropped for the second time in the last hour and it was more than you’d ever seen from her in all six years. “I’ve got time to work things out. I mean, you paid your half to the end of the lease. Which, by the way, I’m gonna get you back for.”

“Someone won’t let me pay rent.” You huffed. “I wasn’t gonna leave the whole thing on you for a sudden decision.”

“Not really that sudden, was it?” She had a faraway look. 

“Not really, no…” You turned as if you could see what she could.  

“Milk him for all he’s worth.” A lopsided smirk turned up her face. “I’ve got an opportunity brewing.” 

“Yeah?” Your own smile quirked seeing her usual spunky attitude return. 

“I’m thinking of doubling up! I’ve got your rent so I can turn a profit with a new roommate. I’ve got just the one: gonna bully Nels into rooming with me. His lease is up next month and I could totally sabotage him going anywhere else.”

“You’ll kill each other.” You balked. “Well… You’ll kill him.”

“Won’t it be grand!” She cheered, normalcy fully returned, she slung an arm around your shoulders to turn you towards the truck. “Now get going before I change my mind and let him live.”

“I’ll text you.”

“Move on already.” She jeered.

You gave her one last hug in earnest before jogging over to the passenger side.

-

Staring at the myriad of boxes stacked around the front door, you contemplated how your life’s existence added up to only this. It wasn’t too much as you’d either pawned off or sold the furniture which held no particular value, emotional or otherwise. You lived a life more in trinkets and that was fine by you. Things that you could hold in your hand meant a little bit more.

Donnie moved around where you were stuck ruminating and picked the first box closest to him. You side-eyed him for being able to tackle the task so easily. He moved to deposit his selection in the kitchen before he spoke. “Late, but if I may ask. Why six?”

“B.E.D.F.A.S.T.,” was your quick response.

He gave you a dry look as he threw his weight onto one hip.

You gleamed a smile back. “And I want to meet the pumpkin lady.”

“You’ll change your mind.” Donnie returned on the far side of a stack and grabbed the next box.

“I don’t know. She sounds cute!” You called after before frowning. You were probably overthinking it, but grabbing whatever was accessible still didn’t feel quite right. 

“An ancient creature that will entrap you with tale of produce.” Donnie spoke from the bedroom and you heard a box get set on the floor.

You pouted and thought for a moment. Instead of deciding based on the contents, you decided to go for one that allowed you to chase your partner. Finding the second box down was clearly marked ‘bedroom,’ you removed the top box to then grab that one. “What’s the plan today? After this.”

Donnie strode back in just as you hefted the container up.

He took a wide berth, arching towards the kitchen. Staring openly, you pinned an assumption that he’d been so dramatic as a means to give you the space necessary for transport.

“Distribute.” He arrived on the other side of the dwindling stack. “Disperse.” He bent a right angle at the hips to pick the next up. “Breakdown.” He rose up and returned to his original position with the box in tow.

Picturing his poses like those out of some kind of manual, you curtailed a smile. “Sounds good.”

Giving you a tight nod, he rounded the same path away.

Having glimpsed his selection, you knew he was headed for the bathroom and trailed after. He’d just entered said space when you strode into the bedroom and stacked your box on top of the other that contained clothes. “Pizza later?”

He hummed an agreement and you saw him set the box atop of the closed toilet lid. He then methodically walked right out of the bathroom and hugged the wall as if he was sneaking back into the living room.

“Hey, Don…?” You followed far enough that you stopped right in the middle of the partition.

“Yes?” He rose up and jarred slightly at the sight of you.

You were blocking his path.

He wasn’t giving you space. 

He was going out of his way for something else. 

“You’re avoiding me.”

He simply stared before turning away.

“You literally have nowhere to go.”

You heard the tap of his foot before he returned with an irritated air.

“Are you okay?” You folded your arms.

He looked down at the box he was holding.

He really seemed to be struggling so you gave him some space and instead heaved a small, accepting sigh. “Want me to guess?”

He gave a nod directed downward.

“Invading your space?”

He shook his head.

That made sense.

You had been doing that for many months now.

“Don’t tell me it’s the one apartment thing?” Tightening your grip on your arms, you tilted your head.

“While I still don’t agree with the decision… No.” He gave you a flat look.

“Something you can’t explain…?” Wanting to lean and think, you sidestepped to press against the partition. 

It created just the opening Donnie was looking for as he nearly scrambled to make it through and deliver the package.

You watched him with half a smile. “Have you ever lived with anyone before?”

Donnie slowed where he was coming up from setting down the box. “… No.”

“Not S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.” 

He gave a quick nod. 

“You’re nervous.” You snapped your fingers.

“Hardly.” He sneered ever so slightly.

“Good point, you were so cute that night in the car!” Swinging side to side from where your back was anchored to the wall, you mused dreamily.

Donnie pressed shoulder to your closet.

It was a new piece of furniture. 

You hadn’t missed it when you’d first entered. 

You needed to remember to thank him for it. 

“It’s still someone in your space.”

He thought openly.

“It’s an exciting thought; being together all the time, but then we… well you, jumped right into planning. You spent the next few weeks in that distracted head space and, I bet, the reality of this has been crashing down since we drove the truck over this morning, hm?”

Donnie wasn’t even seem surprised by your summation. He simply gave a look that said you nailed it which turned up half of his lips.

“Wanna recount the ground rules?” You unfolded your arms and let them hang comfortably by your sides.

“Respect each other’s space.” He began, taking a single step.

“Don’t assume anything.” You mirrored him.

“Scheduled parallel play.” In what felt like a stage being set, you passed the spotlight coming through the curtains and imagined a main dance sequence building.

“Communication.”

“Split chores.”

“Give and get.”

You reached each other.

“Meal planning.”

You took lead.

It was one hand in his and another at his waist. 

“Dinner rotation.”

He followed your gentle sway.

 “Don’t become each other’s worlds.”

You picked up the two-step just a tad to dance in a circle. 

“The golden rule.”

Resisting, but stopping as there was no more rules. You got swept up in each other’s eyes. In perfect time, you both leaned in and me with a kiss in the middle.

He came away with tender calm.

“How do you feel?”

“Better.”

“We’re going to be okay.”

“That was not a concern.” He pressed another kiss to your hairline before separating from you with a lingering hand hold.

You watched him for a moment until you realized he had left with purpose.

“Kitchen first.” He noted for you, heading there.

“Yup!” You trailed after. As you closed in, you heard the tail end of him muttering something to himself.

“-far better than some video clip.”

You smiled and bumped him lightly.

It didn’t need to take long considering the amount of stuff, but you spent the next few hours putting things away. In a procrastinator’s sense, you took time as each item came out of the box and shared little details if there were any. Donnie replied with either rapt attention or short questions of his own. Your heart flowed for his interest and, as he caught on to your reaction, he doubled down on the effort until you had to hurry the process along for fear delivery places would close. It was predictably late when the pizzas did arrive and you both collapsed on the couch, simply hanging out on your respective ends.

Donnie tried to make a note about a dining room table, but you vetoed it as there wasn’t enough space. Thinking it over, you asked him where he normally ate. He explained it was either standing in the kitchen or out of the apartment completely. You stared at him, but the images totally tracked so you relented with a laugh into a bite. The cheese pull was untenable and you complained with a full mouth as it stretched to the end of your arm. Donnie shook his head and started to get up to help when it snapped just as he got to his feet. He gave you a look as if you’d done it on purpose and you choked on laughter while trying not to stain the couch your very first night living there.

With Donnie’s help, you devoured two whole pizzas and went to wash off the grease. Your boyfriend followed and, in a comfortable tandem, you moved around each other with a grace that stunned you a little. You’d been partially cohabitating for a while, but the latent jitters of it being official almost made you forget the time logged. You were essentially picking up where you already started and it made you feel all the more mushy when you got your pajamas on. You reached the bed before Donnie and watched him with your chin to your knees. He gave you a single glance that morphed into an eye roll as he strolled out clean from the shower. 

You buried your lips keep anything from leaking out as his nude form crossed the foot of the bed in what you assumed was a trip to the dresser. 

Instead, he bypassed it and headed to his side of the bed.

“Really? That’s it?”

He made a questioning noise that held little interest. “I don’t have to sleep with the wraps on; venous and lymphatic systems don’t function against gravity. The flow will remain unaffected. It often depends on my temperament or pain level. Tonight I’d like to be unencumbered.”

Derailed from your actual interest, you grinned as your thoughts traveled elsewhere. “Big plans?”

“Not inherently.” He gave you a hopeless look before adjusting his pillow.

“So cold.” You teased before settling back into watching him set up his space.

“You’ve seen this before.”

“New light.” You responded quickly.

He had the smallest smile as he laid down, facing you.

“Think we’ll sleep in tomorrow?” You flopped onto your side to meet his gaze.

“I wonder if you’ll sleep now.” He pinched at the sheet that covered him, but ran under you as a signal. 

You ignored it and rolled over to get out of bed. “Yeah, well-!”

Donnie stayed and you peeked back at him. His lids weren’t necessarily heavy, but comfortably lulled as he watched with mild curiosity.

“You’re tired.” 

“I am.” 

“Then I’m gonna pace off this energy; will that bother you?” The flighty feeling begged you to move. 

“No, though I will most likely stay awake because of it.”

“Why’s that?” You walked a single circular path on your side of the room before entering the bathroom.

“Watchful eye, latent fear response.”

“Not having a safe place to sleep…” You trailed off, picking up his mask that was set aside on the counter there.

You heard a faint hum as you thumbed the fabric. Putting it back, you wandered out and grabbed a different pair of socks from the dresser. Thinking they might soften your padding, you headed into the living room to put them on. Your other pair fell away as you moved around the apartment and observed your embellishments. You’d hung a few little pieces of art on the walls and your rice cooker sat on the counter as there hadn’t been a good spot for it. Over by the door, the little astronaut stood in taped attention under its new guard assignment. Back in the bedroom, your side table was decked out exactly how it had been at your old apartment. Though the doors were pulled closed, you could sense your clothes in the closet and, in making another wide curve, you looked over the dresser drawers in a similar way.

Committing each detail of the space to deeper memory, you made several more laps in increasing quiet. There was a settling nature to the night’s hold. Even in the kitchen, where you got yourself a glass of water, you found the whole process soundless minus the pouring itself. The noise of the liquid had an oddly clean quality that you sipped down before abandoning the glass. Restless but feeling the precipice of its end, you perched on the arm of the couch and stared into the dark of the television. You smiled towards it even though there was no reflection and felt the homey quality of the room seep into your skin.

It was there, stuck and absorbing that feeling, that you lost track of time. Zoning out and ruminating on the emotional drain from the morning, you didn’t hear Donnie approach. When he grazed your arm, you were so out of it you didn’t jump. Instead, you turned towards him in a gentle manner as if you’d been aware of him the whole time. You smiled up at him, faraway, and in the dark you could see his brow ridge wrinkled.

“Are you alright?” He asked, but you didn’t see his lips move as your eyes were trained on that crease. 

You hummed an affirmation and felt him run up your arm until his hand enveloped your shoulder. There you put your head on top of his appendage.

Time ticked by without a clock. 

He made a confirming sound for whatever he’d been waiting on and started to slip away.

Knowing he was about to leave you be, you turned slightly as he moved. “I’ll head to bed.”

He slowed. “Not necessary.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. I’m ready.”

He nodded and something seemed to catch his eye. You were slow in tracking his gaze as he was already in motion. Reaching out to the couch cushion, he got hold of one discarded sock.

“Oh those…”

“Where’s the other?” He wondered, head turning where he clearly didn’t see it.

“Mighta fallen under the couch?” You mused, thinking of the softened edges of your voice.

He gave an understanding grunt as one of his knees stabilized on the sofa. The other bent sturdy on the ground and his body tipped to look under the piece of furniture.

Staring at what was essentially his butt, you mourned the dark where it cloaked his shell.

Obviously not finding it visually, his body twisted further away as he swiped an arm underneath the couch.

Ready to tell him anything from you’ll turn the lights on to it’ll be found in the morning, your brain functions halted as his tail raised. It was a move that mirrored a cat’s attention and your thoughts piled up as you knew what lay underneath. In a stupor, you saw your hand swim in the bottom of your vision. Imaging a first person video game, someone else had the control as the appendage’s fingertips brushed the tip of his tail. A visible jolt ran through him and he locked an elbow into the couch to throw a sharp look over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

A shrug came from your shoulders and you felt disconnected from your body.

He took notice and gave a tut before returning to the task at hand.

Confused as to why he’d done so for a multitude of reasons, you got a strange sense that confirmation was the main one. This time you moved your hand and caressed the triangle tip. It twitched away from you and you watched it go. Pursing with curled fingers and a turn of your hand, you traced along where his tail flared. Donnie’s hips raised ever so slightly and you made a stroking motion, mesmerized. Testing how much you could get your hand around, you were just able to touch your thumb to your forefinger just past the middle. It continued to thicken from there and you pumped it unconsciously, relishing the feel of his tender flesh.

Upper half sinking down like a weighted pendulum, you turned towards where Donnie was presenting himself. His tail sat like a flag, high and fluttering away from your touch every so often with rhythmic flicks. Feeling a little like playing with a toy, you skimmed its length until you got a little too close to the base. There, you bumped his slit and felt the shiver that ran all the way through his body until his tail seemed to wick the end of it away. 

The question on your lips didn’t manifest.

Sensing a phantom moisture, your fingers chanced going to him again, this time with purpose. There was indeed a faint slick there, but only when prodded. Running a digit, slow, around the edge of his slit, you watched the muscles in his legs flex. Thinking only how beautiful he was, you pressed into him. He inhaled sharply as whatever fluid that leaked was nothing compared to what had built up internally. Through the soak, you pushed further where the faint light of the room reflected honey’s drip.

Moving on pure instinct, your other hand came in and held his tail higher. You craned over him from your couch perch, hovered all the closer as you committed to a shallow pump. You heard a soft thump that you identified as his head hitting the ground because his ass rose further to meet you. Entranced, you continued to finger him until nothing coaxed you to stop. Your hand simply retracted and you marveled at how a string of his dew clung to the two digits that had been within him. The muscles in his legs contracted in a needy bob and you heard your voice give a soothing shush as you slipped back into him, adding another digit.

He was soon panting and you were suddenly stuck by how difficult this must be for him. You had encroached on his space regardless of whether it was now also yours. You’d spent the day changing it to suit you thusly. You’d disrupted his sleep, even after he had chanced it unbarred. You’d even forced him to come after you. 

Despite all that, he’d still stooped over in the ultimate show of vulnerability.

None of it seemed real.

At the same time, it was exactly the sort of response he’d give. He was a man of action through and through. From the moment he thought he was about to lose you at the hotel’s lounge, you knew there were things that couldn’t be easily repaired. His many omissions had piled on and, even though you’d forgiven him, those scars still existed. You both knew they couldn’t be mended with more words. It left him like this now, in a small effort, the first you sensed of many, where he allowed himself to be exposed. You had access to the most sensitive parts of him in a show of how much he trusted you.

Heart filling to the point where the excess love attempted to flood out your tear ducts, you bit down on your lip. Even if he was giving himself to you, there was an inherent fragility to the moment. You knew if you questioned his wellbeing or even moved out of turn then the spell would be broken. He’d be forced to disengage whether he wanted to or not. The demonstration would have been enough to get his point across. Reality would be a viscous cold bucket of water and the sobering would send you away. Despite his efforts, he was still far too raw. Not taking any chances, you sped up slightly and went a little deeper.

If he was going to put himself into your hands, then you were going to show him how worth it that could be.

With him gasping and clawing at the cushion with the one arm that had a hold, you grazed the tip of his cock. He whined at the sensation and you drew your fingers around his head in a gentle coaxing. His legs coiled and, in a bob of his ass, you noticed the faint criss cross lines that you connected to Raph’s weapons on the thick of his thighs. Ignoring them, you cupped the hand inside him so your palm was pressing up against his tail. Your fingers then dripped inside of him until you were nearly encircling his cock. A deep heady noise came from your partner.

“I’ve got you.” Your voice whispered into the darkness.

He dropped and you caught him. Using the move as cover, you poured over him and turned away from his shell to respect his privacy. He shook underneath you and you released his tail with your free hand. Wrapping it around his body to hold him steady, you stroked him with confident precision. Little stunted noises exited him and his own slick made for a squelching glide that filled the room. Speeding up, you felt his bulb thicken and you palmed it in a heavy pet. You then headed for his tip where it was flaring and then back until he came with a withered cry that was very much unlike anything you had heard.

Stilling, you let your hand move with him as he rocked uselessly. Semen hit the floor with a near silent splat and you held onto him as he came down.

More comforting hums vibrated off your lips as cognizance returned to him. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

A single chuckle bobbed within him and, on wobbly arms, he shoved himself upright with a squat on the floor.

“You did so good.” You cooed without an ounce of ridicule. “Thank you.”

He sank back as if he might fall and you made sure your chest was there to catch him. His shell bit into your breasts through your shirt, but you paid it no mind as his head lolled back to glimpse you.

There was love there and you pecked the side of his temple. “Thank you, Donnie.” 

He hummed something that sounded like words under his breath before bumping his snout to your chin.

“Bed?”

Even stupefied, you saw his hesitation.

“You bed.” You clarified. “I’ll clean up.”

He was hung up on something else so you gave him a little reassuring squeeze. He relented with the faintest nod and let you lead him back to bed where he promptly fell asleep. You wondered there that if he ever got a hold of the footage, he’d be upset over the smile he’d missed.

NEXT

As always biggest props to my betas: @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83 !

[gods-no-longer-tread-here]

I need music that matches a certain Vibe.

dirty guitar riffs with distortion. disco beats and brass sections. blatantly 80s electronica noises. heavy metal meets funk meets dubstep. Louie Zong but without the cute stuff. the kind of sound that makes you think of wizards and dragons painted on purple vans. Conan the Barbarian, Xena: Warrior Princess, "everyone on the writing team was CLEARLY doing coke but these hunky, oily men are wearing thongs and no shirts so let's just enjoy the spectacle of it all" type music. like an arcade game soundtrack but the songs are 4 minutes long and Feral.

I need Disco EDM Wizard Shit, but I dunno where to look or if there are any genres that have that feel.

[devotional-devouring]

🌟 Introducing Myself!

Hey there, my name's Plague (or Rot!) and welcome to my blog! Here I tend to post a lot about being otherkin/angelkin but I also post a lot about my various interests (art, writing, memes, witchcraft, etc), general life talk, and other random things. I'm also the host of the Apartment System and may blog about my own experiences with various mental health topics from time to time.

Be warned: this blog may contain sensitive content (body horror/artistic gore/blood, artistic nudity, mental health talk, posts about sex/sexuality, posts about bigotry/racism, religion, reclaimed slurs, etc). I will tag to the best of my ability. Minors do not interact, you will be blocked on sight.

If all that's chill, then read on to get to know me a bit! 🌟

(Last updated: 8/31/24)

˗ˏˋ WHO AM I? ´ˎ˗

So, my name is Plague (or Rot! Please alternate between the names!) and I use he/him, it/its, and ze/zir/zirs pronouns and I'm an alter in/the host of the Apartment System. I'm 25 years old, Black-Latino, and a gnc bisexual trans man! I am also very mentally ill and am not ashamed of it! It's a struggle but I'm not going to hate myself for it or be silent about it.

I identify as otherkin. Specifically I am angelkin and it ties directly to my religious beliefs. I am here with a purpose. I am a servant to the Gods and I have a mission to complete. While I'm starting to be more open about my religion, there's still quite a bit I don't know and quite a bit that I'm nervous about sharing. You can still ask questions if you'd like, though! I post about angelkin/otherkin stuff quite a bit right now and I'd love to meet more folks like me! And most other alters in the system are also some flavor of otherkin so check out their blogs (listed in Extras), too!

I don't mind asks at all but messaging will be more difficult as I struggle to hold 1-on-1 conversations with strangers.

˗ˏˋ INTERESTS? ´ˎ˗

I'm an artist and a writer! I'm also a casual gamer, a religious witch, and a plant dad! I have a growing interest in coding, I'm starting to get back into reading and watching anime/movies/shows, and I'm getting into various craftwork (sewing, miniature building, sculpey). I listen to a wide variety of music and am always on the look out for recommendations. Rock, pop, hip-hop, country, EDM, metal, indie, folk -- I'll give most anything a try!

˗ˏˋ DNI? ´ˎ˗

Minors, bigots/TERFs, "endos", ableists, anti-theists, etc. Having a large lists just emboldens the trash to jump on your doorstep so I'm gonna leave it at that. If you make me uncomfortable or upset me, I'll just block. I'm not getting into fights. Do NOT drag me into any kind of discourse.

˗ˏˋ EXTRAS! ´ˎ˗

@amaranthine-wrath - April's sideblog (another alter!) @doll-disjointed - Mason's sideblog (another alter!) (Other links to projects and such coming soon)

#rotten ramblings - tag for my text posts! #my art, #my writing - for my original art and writing! #positivity - for anything positive!

Most tags used are for organizing/searching my own blog so don't worry about it too much lol

Here's some cool images!!

Thanks for reading! Have a great day! <3

[urfavoritefairyprincessangel]

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

24. Baths or showers?

25. What color socks are you wearing?

28. What type of music do you like?

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

21. Hospital: yes I’ve had 4 eye surgeries and my tonsils out!

22. No I’m a goodie two shoes with anxiety lol

23. My twin brother has cerebral palsy so I’ve had the fortune of meeting Lebron James, and I once saw Brad Paisley in a mattress store!

24. Showers

25. White

28. I have an eclectic taste: pop, indie, alternative, rap, country, broadway, basically anything except like metal and edm

29. Skinny Dipping? No

30. two 😴

31. On my side with one leg bent usually 🥰

[gabb-ro]

Untrue - Burial

[Garage/Dubstep] [2007]

As was the case with early Dubstep, the sound of this album and the scene it came from is so distinctly working class, this pales in comparison to the scale and spectacle of post-Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites Dubstep.

My perspective on this album is from a 19 year old who's introduction to the genre came from Skrillex, Knife Party and Barely Alive in The Great Brostep Uprising of 2012. There is a massive divide between the old and new school sounds, discussions around which sometimes veer into snobbery.

This is not to put down modern Dubstep, every genre will inevitably evolve over time and this shift is directly responsible for the amplification of EDM for the casual music listener, whether you think that is good or bad, it was undeniably influential. Dubstep is far from commercial in recent years, the producers are creating simply out of love for the genre and scene which has led to innovative sound design and maddening rhythms. Some of my favourite modern artists are Sharks, Space Laces and Leotrix. There are plenty of artists today fitting the mould of old-school Dubstep and Garage: Eprom and G Jones for example, both of which take inspiration from D&B and Hardcore as well, even the new Skrillex record is a tasteful homage to the scene of UK bass music he was influenced by - we have come full circle.

The imagery and song titles on Untrue really speak for themselves - "In McDonalds", "Homeless", "Dog Shelter" and even the album cover signal to the listener a specific sense of normalcy and is based in the familiarities of the working man.

The intended listening environment for Untrue is for a slightly too long for comfort bus journey home in the dark, jacket hood up and headphones in, or waiting for your friend to meet you outside the corner shop, watching the raindrops be illuminated by the street lights.

The drums pattering away in "Ghost Hardware" are almost uncomfortably off-kilter, reminding me of "Gyroscope" off the album "Geogaddi" by Boards of Canada from one of the most terrifying albums I have listened to. Hypnotic vocal sampling of odd and very short sections remind me of XXYYXX's 2012 self titled debut of which Untrue was definitely an influence.

Upon researching this album, Burial said in in interview that he used the software Sound Forge to make the album. It is absolutely unreal to me that he managed to squeeze this work of art out of such a primitive and featureless software. Sound Forge is for audio editing, it doesn't feature any kind of sequencer or synthesizer. He produces sort of like an early Dub producer that used the analog mixing desk as an instrument. The fact that he had no grid to work with means the creation of this album was undoubtedly a painstaking process. But this means the drums have a unique swing to them. The reliance on waveforms over MIDI leads to some interesting sampling, pots and pans, rain ambience, vinyl noise, Metal Gear Solid soundtracks and SFX, synth demos and youtube covers.

Untrue is a prime example of how so much can be said with little words or even melodic content. The production itself sells the lonely, melancholic feeling. The emphasis on atmosphere and texture makes me wish for better intros and midsections in modern Dubstep.

All the "imperfections" of this album sell the experience, the click of the sub bass not stopping at the zero-crossing gives a similar effect as using vinyl noise. The title track "Untrue" is the highlight of this album for me, the powerful sub bass, the droning and creative sampling encompass everything I love about the album.

I remember reading a post on Twitter about trying to create an emotional mixdown and I didn't understand what they meant until I began listening to every choice this album makes, as an amateur music producer, I understand the perfectionist mentality so many producers have, endlessly obsessing over one thing that makes little difference until you zoom out to the big picture. My point being that EVERY production choice is intentional and essential to the emotion of the song which should not be understated in projects like these.

[zy-murge]

2bhank writing stuff

Pressing needle and suturing the flesh back together, Doc grazes a gloved hand over Hank's marred skin. He remembers every little bullet he's picked from it, every slash and scrape he's had to stitch, every bruise he's tended to with fingertips meeting scars over and over again. He'll never grow old of it, meeting a new part of Hank every moment he spends treating another wound he'd gained in a pointless battle. Doc hears Hank whimper as he grazes over the indents crossing over from bicep to shoulder. It's all too peculiar, how Hank allows Doc to love him like this.

//

(THIS WILL PROBABLY NEVER BE FINISHED)

Cold, narrow corridors reek of the metallic odor of blood. Pipes tracing along the ceiling, huffing and puffing with all sorts of sloshing and steam as you continue towards the heart of the establishment. You can't help but adjust your black face mask a little, as unpleasant as it is on your bandages. On the elusive "Hank J. Wimbleton's" last rampage through yet another AAHW facility, the brute had killed your most important source of information: Dr. Jebediah Christoff. It's been a while since you last spoke to Christoff, last time he was around he'd been working for the AAHW. A real prick, but that key fragment he holds has a sort of dissonance only compatible to Christoff for whatever reason. Approximately 83 dead, the corpses and gore coating the floor in red warm viscous tells you that this Wimbleton character was out for more than just a job well done. You wished there was someone else to accompany you in such a sprawling facility. In recent days, there's been a shortage of labor thanks to the AAHW pruning off possible employees thanks to the Fall of Nexus and the Nexus Core's constant decline. S.Q. doesn't offer enough to hire too many people anymore, since apparently "not utterly dehumanizing" isn't as appealing anymore. The stench of blood gets thicker in the air, almost overwhelming, as the wet crimson gets much thicker as you continue. EDM blares from a stairway before you-- some chicken related song you'd think-- and beckons you to enter the basement. You can see the dazzling lightshow on display projecting itself on the walls, brighter as you walk down ever so slowly.

REDO THIS SHIT LATER IT SUCKS

You never liked that genre anyway-- Bright flashing lights and volume up too loud assaults your senses, but you're used to it. You adjust your black mask and goggles, hopefully blocking out some of that damn light and noise. Luckily, seems no one here is alive. You kick one of the mangled bodies to be sure. Maybe you should take one home to experiment on… You have enough work as is, though. Looking at the mess around you, there's some horrid writing in blood above the DJ booth: "LOOKING FOR THESE, FIVE EYES?", signed with a T and an arrow pointing to an assortment of flesh with a keystone fragment, assumedly Dr. Christoff. You won't complain, less work is less work. It's ominous though, right? How did this "T" know you were coming? You can't afford to stay here any longer, and you can't waste time thinking about those things. You take your steps towards the DJ booth and prep your bodybag for the pieces of Christoff that are left over. From the looks of it, he was killed from an explosion. Close impact, only enough to have affected a small area. It'll be difficult to stitch with so much of him in pieces, what a pain in the ass. You can finally turn off that music too, the problem is finding the button. You slide Christoff's remains into the body bag, and reach over to the buttons. Reset? Maybe that'll-- AGHH! IT'S LOUDER THAN BEFORE! You hit another, only adding to the chaos. Another, and another, and another, until you hit a blinking red one that finally shuts it all off.

…Ah, that first one said "Preset."

A sound still emanates within the room though, from behind the DJ booth. Soft wheezes, you grip the handle of your pistol and slide to the floor on your side of the booth. There wasn't fucking supposed to be anyone left! You're wildly unprepared for this situation, but the breathing is weak. You can use them for information. (ehhh redo this part) You can't help but peek over a little, seeing another man weakly shifting around in a pool of his own blood. He seems to be holding something, but you can't make it out. You'll have to get closer. You take the pistol in your hand out of its holster, prepared for any move the stranger might make. He doesn't move as you rise out of your place on the floor and towards him, he simply writhes. You see now, he's attempting to stitch his own arm back on. His face is nearly unrecognizeable, mutilated with botched stitching and without a jaw. How grotesque. There's something almost familiar about it, about the physique and description. About 6'2, large stature with muscles to match, and a lack of life in those barely-noticeable eyes. Crouching down, you stare a little closer. He doesn't seem to notice, too caught up in anaphylactic shock. Oh my god.

[robbiefischer]

💍 🎶 🐶 🎄 🍔 for ezra and Patrick and Eliza and Orlando?

Thank you for the ask! I loved getting a chance to think about them, they're not as fleshed out as they could be so this really helped me solidify some stuff about these OCs.

💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

Eliza has her ears pierced, she has two piercings in each earlobe. She doesn't have or want any other piercings. Ezra has one earlobe piercing in his left ear, but nothing besides that currently. He had his nose pierced when he was younger, but he let it close up after one of the kids in his classroom at the time (he taught preschool) nearly pulled it out. It just wasn't a good idea working closely with unpredictable small children. Patrick doesn't have any piercings, and neither does Orlando nor do they want any.

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Patrick doesn't listen to music all that often, but when he does he favors instrumental music because he finds lyrics distracting most of the time. He likes a lot of contemporary classical and minimalist music, especially sparse, atmospheric piano, some soft jazz, lots of instrumental film scores, that kind of thing. Ezra likes a wide variety of music - he'll listen to everything from folk rock to metal to EDM to pop hits and everything in between. He's pretty much always got something playing, even if it's only in his head, and he often listens with noise-canceling headphones on at home since a lot of his favorites stress Patrick out a bit when he's trying to relax after work.

Eliza likes a lot of indie folk and pop, as well as a bunch of singer-songwriters - she's really lyrically-focused. In general, she'd rather listen to softer, slower stuff than faster music but there are some exceptions. She also ends up listening to a lot of musical soundtracks and pop because her oldest daughter, Annaliese is really into both and Eliza is a great mom who supports what her children are into. Orlando listens to music pretty much all the time when he's working but not in a meeting or on a call, and he's not at all picky about what he listens to. He's probably more fond of rock than anything else, but he'll add pretty much anything and everything that's catchy and has a good beat to his Spotify playlist and usually just keeps his likes on shuffle. He actually loves musicals, and will be the first to start belting along with a song in the car while he's driving the kids to school.

🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets?

Ezra and Patrick have an orange boy kitty (with exactly one brain cell) named Charlie and a rabbit named Cocoa that their youngest daughter, Finley, loves more than life itself. He's a family pet because she's only six and way too young to take on full responsibility for any animal, but she'd been begging for a bunny for years.

Orlando and Eliza have two dogs - a husky named Fiona and a golden retriever puppy named Delilah.

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday?

Orlando is a total Christmas fanatic. He just loves the entire experience - the food, the music, snowy weather up at their estate, putting up lights, shopping for presents, making gingerbread houses with the kids, decorating trees, just... making it an amazing experience for the whole family. He has the best time playing "Santa" for all of the Calloway kids (but especially his own) and goes all out. Glitter everywhere (that he promises his wife he will be responsible for cleaning up because she hates the stuff), boot prints in the house, "reindeer" tracks out in the snow on the lawn, elaborately wrapped gifts, letters from Santa... the man has no chill about Christmas and everyone in the family loves him for it.

Eliza's a New Year's Eve kind of girl. She looks forward to it all year, but especially after the stress of the winter holiday season. It's always such a busy time at work, then there's just so many family events and so much to do to make everything special for all of the kids in the family. She loves all of the family stuff, but by the end of December she's starting to feel a little bit burned out and is desperately craving some quality time just for her and her husband. Orlando always goes all out for them for NYE - they spend the night in the city at a really fancy hotel, go out for dinner at Eliza's favorite restaurant, they both get all dressed up and just bask in each other's company.

Patrick really loves Thanksgiving. He didn't have great holiday experiences growing up as a kid (his parents are... difficult and have always been super image-oriented, everything was done for appearances rather than enjoyment) so he's still easing into them and building new, pleasant associations with Ezra and their kids. But he loves Thanksgiving food and all of the family time with less stress than Christmas so much.

Ezra's another Christmas lover and everything he loves about it revolves around his family. He loves creating traditions with his husband and kids (they have three - Evan, Alexandria and Finley) and getting to spend tons of quality time with them whether they're decorating the tree, baking and decorating Christmas cookies, going ice skating, picking out matching holiday PJs and curling up on the couch with hot cocoa and a sappy Christmas movie, going to New Islington's tree lighting ceremony or spending evenings out at the Christmas market. He just loves it all. It's also his favorite time of year at work because the preschool and daycare kids just get SO excited and are so cute about it. He spends a lot more time visiting classrooms during the holidays because he loves getting caught up in their excitement.

🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?

Orlando's a fantastic cook, but he almost never bakes. It's not one of his strengths, although he could handle following a basic cookie recipe or something with the kids if one of them wanted to spend the day baking with him. Although he and Eliza split that responsibility pretty evenly, he probably does a bit more of the cooking in their household (it's about 60% / 40% in his favor) and is always happy to take an extra turn if she's not feeling it. He just enjoys it a bit more than she does.

Eliza's a really good cook, but baking is her one true love and she's great at it. She's been baking bread since she was a teenager and was gifted some of her grandmother's sourdough starter, she does really fancy birthday cakes for everyone in the family and is constantly leveling up her skills learning new, complicated techniques and recipes. Most recently she perfected puff pastry. She'd much rather bake than cook, if you gave her the choice.

Patrick isn't really a huge fan of doing either, but he's become a very good cook (because Patrick becomes good at everything he does, he's persistent like that). He hasn't bothered with baking because he really doesn't enjoy it at all. Honestly though, if it were practical for his family, he'd hire a private chef to cook on all of his nights but he just doesn't hate doing it quite that much.

Ezra is a really good cook, and likes doing it. He really loves cooking with their kids and always tries to find ways to get them involved in an age-appropriate way. He's fine at baking if he sticks to the basics. It's not his favorite thing to do, but he's more than willing to whip up a batch of cookies or brownies with the kids if they want to bake or have requested them.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

My favorite Hazbin Hotel fan songs

I-I was gonna make a followup post to my Top 5 Songs with Top 5 Characters today, but I got occupied with stuff and then got lazy, soooo....I-I'll do that next Thursday. But I didn't wanna not do anything today, so....h-here's a list of fan songs I love

(Please note that this list is ONLY Hazbin songs. I might make a separate post for Helluva Boss songs in the future, since there are a few I love, but it'd be shorter)

First off, PARANOiD DJ....j-just, his entire channel. Basically all his songs are great. Not all of them have AGED gracefully (he definitely needs updated Vox and Lucifer songs), but nearly ALL of them are great listens. Buuuut, to narrow down my absolute favorites from him......those would be "Smile Like You Mean It", "Fire In The Hole", "We're Sure To Drown", and my guilty pleasure, "Get Hooked". He also has some great covers, like one of "Do What U Want" with Angel and Val (biased cuz I already love that song), and one of "We'll Meet Again" as Alastor. Also, his Vox song, "Eyes On Me", is still a really good listen if you like EDM, just take it as its own thing now, disconnected from any canon or characters.

J-just....getting it outta the way so I won't have to load the list with his songs, cuz yeah, they're all good. XD

So, here's the actual list:

Alastor:

"Deal Maker" by TytoCat "Turn It Loud The Radio" by Mautzi "Radio Silence" by RoseTV (<---More obscure one, very underrated!) "Insane" by BlackGryph0n (PARANOiD did a good cover of this one, too - I love both versions)

Other Characters:

"Royal Flush" by Silva Hound "Welcome To Hell" by McGwire (<----New song, go give it love) "Redemption Arc" by Silva Hound

And, altho I'm leaving "Addict" off the list (cuz let's face it, EVERY Hazbin fan has heard it at this point), I wanna mention that there's a really awesome metal cover of it by Jacob Takanashi and Dave Capdevielle.

Not a long list, but again, PARANOiD's channel is a recommendation on its own, and that's a LOT of songs, so....yeah

[gradyburko]

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