#i am a bit Dramatic

[infamous-if]

My writing is directly inspired by music I listen to, and since Infamous is heavily music centered, it only makes sense to share Chapter playlists. They’re basically a combination of songs that would serve as background soundtracks + songs the cast are actually listening to. Sometimes I imagine a song is playing and the characters don't notice, but it's canon that it's there haha

I can’t read without music, and I make the effort to listen to music as they would be described in a story to immerse myself. I made this playlist for myself but moved it to my Infamous account to share it because why not?

So if you’re like me and like to immerse yourself fully, here it is!

prologue + chap. 1 playlist

Below I’ll list the songs and what scenes they correspond to and how (mild spoilers ahead)

Live and Let Live by Of Mice and Men: similar to the song playing as MC navigates their way to the bathroom.

Paranoid by Black Sabbath: the song playing when MC and Co first arrive to the party.

Hotblack by Oceanship: the song I would imagine would be playing during The Talk with Seven (this is a very seven song for me)

Howlin' for You by The Black Keys: hookup scene with Dakota

Lights and Sounds by Yellowcard or Fell in Love With a Girl by The White Stripes: song playing over the speakers during the fight lol

Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley: song playing at the diner with Sebastian and Maya (cries)

Gilded Lily by Cults: car (ending) scene of the prologue after leaving the party

Lovers Rock by TV Girl or Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs: song playing when dancing with Dakota

Rosemary by Deftones: the song Seven is listening to in their headphones by the bus

[lazylittledragon]

taking all my american followers by the shoulders. listen to me. just because you have a more promising candidate now doesn't mean you just assume it's going to be fine and don't bother voting. assuming trump wasn't going to win is how you got here in the first place so you go out and fucking vote for harris and give everyone a fighting chance.

also if you're still in the 'they're both as bad as eachother' delirium, please take your head out from between your cheeks and consider that your options are an imperfect president and the literal worst person alive who is going to get masses of people killed. i've said it like this before, but it's like deciding between maybe getting food poisoning or definitely having a brain aneurysm. take your pick i guess but don't be surprised when you drop dead.

[factual-fantasy]

[touchlikethesun]

what do you do when you’re in love with god? what do you do when god is in love with you? what do you do when god hand-crafted you to be everything he desires? what do you do when god is a soft warm thing you can touch and hold? what do you do when god stays by your side for years never abandoning you? what do you do when god loves you back?

and when you are god, tired and overworked, and your special creation loves you? when he offers you aid and rest and peace? when he doesn’t know who you are and how much love you’ve poured into him, but he loves you as a person, loves you at your weakest, what do you do then? god, what do you do?

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #151

There is a LOT of Iron Man merch out there. One day, Stark Industries comes out with a line of Iron Man themed night lights that look like arc reactors. The marketing? "For kids who are scared of the dark: Iron Man will protect you."

In completely unrelated news, a whole bunch of child abusers across the country have recently been arrested as a result of  anonymous tips to local authorities.

Bonus:

It's an open secret at some point. Teens who are being abused start buying the night lights. Hell, adults start buying them. Charities pop up to cover the cost for anyone who needs it. Kids who are newly safe often send their night lights on to others ("I'm not scared of the dark anymore," they say).

Even with all of this, nobody snitches to the media or government. They all know grown-ups tend to complicate and ruin precious things.

It helps that the night lights clearly can distinguish between different types of situations. Kids whose parents need mental health or addiction support suddenly find they're being contacted by free services that actually help. If ICE is a concern, the people knocking on the door are not cops but immigrant rights activists. Kids who are hungry get food. Families who need housing support coincidentally find it.

"Iron Man will protect you," indeed.

This fic idea was inspired by this post from @fotibrit!!

[grandwretch]

i do think peak comedy is a steve who is absolutely aware of the effect he has on people, but has never felt that way towards anyone else-- the closest he got was with nancy and robin, because he loved them both in different ways, and sometimes he felt like he was going to go insane if he didn't talk to them or touch them right now, but it was never like he had seen other people act about him. robin and nancy made him a better person. they didn't drive him to ridiculous levels of violence and obsession. maybe people in hawkins were just fucking weird.

and then he meets eddie, falls in love with eddie, and he's like... yeah, okay. alright. no, i get it. if anything happened to this guy i would steal the nuclear launch codes.

[animalinvestigator]

happy 8 years

i will transform so i don't die

[potatowitch]

psst. spawn batstarion enjoyers

found this item in the 5E Dungeon Master's Guide that may be of interest to y'all

[egophiliac]

Hello!! I followed you for your absolutely amazing Twisted Wonderland comics (thank you for making them, by the way-) but I saw you posting about something called Ride Kamens? I haven’t heard of it before, what’s it about? Or if that’s a bit much to ask, where could I find more info about it? It seems right up my alley 👀

Thank you!

thank you! :> :> :> (this is also for the other anon who asked about where to find it, I am honored to be infecting the world spreading interest in this silly game)

Ride Kamens is still doing prerelease marketing and isn't out yet; it's set for "early summer 2024", so a bit yet to go! similar to Twst, it's a mobile game about anime boys loosely based on an existing franchise (Kamen Rider), although it seems like it's going to be more standalone/won't require familiarity with Rider going in.

the (very) basic premise is that your player character has just taken over their late father's role as a secret agent, supporting the city's superheroes by running a secret base disguised as a cafe (plus you have a personal butler for some reason) (the reason is because it's amazing). you also have to help the heroes regain their lost memories, and it looks like it'll have a bit of a route/choice aspect there (not romance, just different endings to the character episodes depending on what you do). the details are kinda hard to tell at this point but the characters seem like a really fun bunch; there's definitely big "idiots with emotional problems" energy which I am extremely into.

all the official info is in Japanese only at the moment, but here's the website and the ride_kamens twitter! (though the twitter is sort of overtaken by posts about the AnimeJapan exhibit right now, whoops.) and I believe some people are already planning on doing translations for it too? lots to look forward to! :D

[malkwin]

2017 CUP INTERVIEW

[shakingparadigm]

okay but seriously all jokes aside I really do understand ivan. like having a schedule so packed and busy is so insanely draining no matter how long you've conditioned yourself to endure it. sacrificing certain things like lunch or sleep just to gain the slightest bit more time for yourself is something that feels almost essential to keeping yourself together and not feeling like you're losing yourself in the cycle completely. it's like its own little act of rebellion in a way, something along the lines of you can drown me in work and monotony but I'll keep carving these little spaces of time for what little I have for myself, even if I have to carve them out of my own chest. I will sacrifice parts of myself to ensure that I don't fully succumb to whatever you're trying to make me into. I am human, this is the proof, I will make time even if it ruins me. you know?? yeah. you get it

[hiemaldesirae]

this excerpt from a letter by tchaikosky makes me SO sick because this is so radiostatic coded. imagine vox writing letters to alastor over and over when he first disappears thinking that alastor is just ignoring him because of the negative feelings after their fight not knowing that alastor is gone until weeks after his initial disappearance. imagine vox pleading and pleading for any sign of acknowledgement, anything that might have meant that he was something to alastor, only to never recieve a reply because alastor physically couldnt tell him. imagine all the piles of unrecieved and unsent letters in voxs room. imagine vox dying and alastor finding all the letters after hes gone knowing that he'll never be able to repair their relationship. imagine [i am shot down by a firing squad]

[podcastbrainrotdad]

The fact that everyone in the Mario movie gave their entire Mariussy to their part.

The fact that the cast fits so naturally into their roles despite not being the original voices of these iconic characters.

The fact that the animation is honestly breathtaking (especially if you're a fiend like me who likes pretty lights and bright colours).

The fact that the music is already setting up to be a banger .

All of this only makes crisp rat's half assed performance more upsetting, the bar is set so high for what this movie is capable of and Chris won't give us a single decent yahoo.

[willowser]

katsuki jumps, startlingly, when you rub a hand up his back.

he's leaned too far down, bent over the counter at an angle that will give him an ache he'll complain about later, and his head whips up as you come to stand beside him. an e-mail on his phone is what previously had his full attention, but now he looks at you, eyes softening as you lean into his shoulder.

he's never been a very touchy guy. even after a year into your relationship, it's most often you reaching for his hand as you walk down the street; you pressing a kiss into his cheek while watching a movie on the couch; you running a hand through his hair as his breath steadies out beside you in bed.

it's not something you really complain about. you know how he is, knew before anything developed between the two of you, and you can't say it's a deal-breaker. there's little you know about his previous relationships or if he even had any, but you have the painful-gut feeling that affection just isn't something he's used to.

you press a smile into the sleeve of his shirt and his spine relaxes under your hand, finds that awful curve again. he watches you like he's waiting for something, tracing the tender details of your face.

"love you," you say, because do and you want to voice it aloud, put it into his mind even though you know he knows. as expected, his lips flatten into a wavering little line, shy suddenly, and your teeth wet the fabric of his shirt when you smile.

all you get is a little grunt in response and he dips his chin down in a wordless nod, accepting your lovey-dovey assault. it makes him feel a little helpless, you know, but you bring up an arm to wrap around him as he turns back to his phone, ears pink.

katsuki straightens with a dull pop!, stretching his arms up and allowing you to shuffle closer, so that your head is resting on his chest. you press your ear to it and wait, eyes closed, until the heavy promise of his heartbeat echoes like a drum in your ear. it's loud, and after a moment, your own falls into sync, right where it belongs.

"'s'wrong?"

"hm?" you glance up at him, the frown on his pink face, before breathing in the clean scent of his laundry soap. your laundry soap. and then you shake your head. "nothin'. just missed you."

"been home all day."

"i know," you sigh, letting your eyes fall shut again. the sound of his phone locking clicks and you can feel the slight down-slide of his sweatpants when he pockets it. "sometimes i miss you even though you're right here."

you expect — something; another grunt or laugh through his nose, a raspy little noise that voices his confusion. things like this can be hard for him; you know how he is, knew before anything ever developed between the two of you — but you don't think it makes him any less deserving.

katsuki steps back from you a little, and you feel the hesitant rise of his arm before you feel it. his hand comes up to your face — pink and scarred in your peripheral vision — and he tilts your head up, waits until you open your eyes.

when you do, it looks as if a million things are running through his head. his poker-face is good, it has to be, but you can see little bits of his vulnerability shining through. you wonder how long it's been since he showed it to anybody. he almost looks sad.

katsuki squeezes your cheeks until your lips pucker, and his frown deepens when you laugh. "y're so...damn weird."

that's along the lines of what you were anticipating: one of his teasing little insults, warm with a fire he's still learning how to kindle. you don't get the chance to say anything before he's kissing you, eyes shut tight, lashes brushing against your own.

you expect something soft, because affection is a fickle thing, from him — but his hand never falls from your face and his tongue is sliding with yours suddenly, a heated gesture that throws your heart out of whack. you let him kiss you as deeply as he can, until your back arches painfully backward over the counter as he leans into you.

when he pulls away, his lips are a little swollen and his cheeks are burning, as he presses one into yours. "i—jus'—" katsuki tries and then abandons it, a hand curling into the material of your shirt. "i get it." he murmurs, there, into the heated skin of your face, heart beating in time with yours.

things like this are hard with him — but he makes them so, so worth it.

[hakusins]

cw // slight ooc?, pregnancy, allusion to cannibalism/cults

forgotten au / apocalypse au belongs to @digenerate-trash

cult leader sydney makes his debut!!!

i have been procrastinating on this comic for too long that my laptop started throwing a tantrum, apologies for the sudden drop in quality HJBREBHF i just wanted to get it done quickly.

there was supposed to be a confrontation scene where whitney catches sydney before he takes eri (pc) into the library. but again im at my wit's end and my laptop demands rest bJHRJHFJHE

[not-gonna-lose]

( @juliandpon Championship match time! BBA characters are all absolutely free to do commentary here, if you want!)

Kieran takes a deep breath, walking to his position on the battlefield. He idly bounces one of his PokeBalls, watching Juliana move to hers, feeling his heart race. He absolutely couldn't afford to make mistakes here. He had everything on the line, after all.

"Kept me waiting." He starts, his voice cold, not making eye contact with her, tightening his hold on the PokeBall in his hand.

"I worked so hard for a chance to show you what I can really do, Juliana. I put everything into studying and making my Pokemon stronger... I crushed the Elite Four and became Champion..."

It closes its eyes for a moment, turning its eyes to the ball, adjusting its grip on it as he holds it out to her, trying not to pay any mind to the crowd beginning to gather.

"All of that hard work... All of it..." He finally looks up, his stare intense and determined as he points at Juliana.

"All of it was just so that I could beat you—right here, right now!"

It grits its teeth, hands shaking from how hard it's gripping its Pokeballs, and it can't help but scream before tossing them, letting out its first two Pokemon: Grimmsnarl and Incineroar.