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[multi-lefaiye]

so i was listening to your gdwwb playlist the other day, and it's a vibe! i was wondering whether you associate certain songs on the playlist with certain characters?

also i feel like your taste in music really matches the vibes you give off (in a good way)

oh thank you!!!! :'D i'm really glad you like it! asdfjk;l i've actually been meaning to revamp that playlist a little now that i've reworked the concept, but i do still enjoy it. it is still accurate, i just want to make the vibes match More.

also that is an incredibly sweet compliment ty <3 my music taste is definitely Something but i'm glad it matches my vibes, in a way :'D

as for whether certain songs vibe with certain characters, the answer is yes! most of the songs in that particular playlist are general vibes, but there are a few that are references to specific characters or story beats.

some examples:

surface pressure from encanto is in there because it really vibes with jonah--this song was actually a huge inspiration for his development! the vibes of an older sibling forced to always be strong and never allowed to show weakness, expected to support the family and take on a huge burden... that's such a jonah vibe. --

the wayfaring stranger cover by the longest johns is a rat king song! i've talked about funny things with the rat king for the most part and kinda treated her as a joke character in many ways, but the story behind her is actually a bit,,, intense ADSFJKL. without going into details, know that the rat king's home is gone, and she's a wanderer in a world that is completely alien to her. she wants to go home, but she knows she never can. --

poor george by james supercave is a song that reminds me of elliot, which probably isn't too surprising if you know how much i apply that song to my poor little meow meow spencer middleton. however, here i take it for more if its intended meaning than my own interpretation--i relate this song to elliot's selfishness and entitled attitude, as well as how he believes himself to simultaneously be the hero of the story and a victim of circumstance, despite his vile actions. --

remnants in dreams from sally face is VERY much a vibes song, especially as it's an instrumental, but i also apply it heavily to shiloh. this is the song that plays in my head when i imagine dream sequences with them, which are a pretty big thing in this story, as well as just. their relationship with their trauma and lost memories in general, and their mother. --

aaand finally, runs in the family by amanda palmer applies to a few characters, but i most apply it to joan! because while a majority of joan's conflict comes from the loss of her wife, but i definitely think she is the product of some pretty severe generational trauma as well that is a large part of why she struggles so MUCH with her grief. she was raised to be the strong pillar others depend on, but she's a hot fucking mess and can't even depend on herself most days. which, y'know, 'surface pressure' applies to her as well, but i'm gonna keep this to one song per character. --

and as a bonus, bloody nose by jack conte applies to a character i'm still struggling to name and don't know how to talk about just yet :> just know. they're there.

[dallasstarsdyke]

we need to destroy the idea that girls should wear makeup. normalize bare faces on prom queens and flower girls and cheerleaders. no products at all instead of '7 product simple makeup routine.' no more 10 step skincare and regular facials and dermablading and gua sha just to be comfortable with yr natural face. i want to see eye bags on the funny librarian and acne on the swim coach and wrinkles on all our adult role models. i want to see a 16 year old girl that has never tried putting on eyeshadow. i want to see a 7 year old girl who doesn't have to go out and buy powder for her dance recital. i want to see trans women and girls everywhere to never have to wear makeup, regardless of how well they 'pass.' no more 'contouring to look masc' either. a post-beauty industry world is possible

reblogs are on but if you bring up the stage makeup point that i have addressed three times yr blocked on sight ☹️

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Duck

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Anyone can use, credit appreciated but not required.

[thewickerking]

final message: i love you people who were "scary" children. i love you people who attacked other people, who hurt animals, who destroyed people's things, on purpose or on accident. i love you people who got labeled "creepy" or "problem child" or "attention-seeking" or "manipulative". i love you people who got kicked out of class or suspended often, who got kicked out of schools, who transferred before you could get kicked, who didn't understand why they got in trouble. i love you students who failed classes, who'd cry in class, who'd sleep through class, who got sent to unhelpful counselors. you weren't at fault for being a struggling child, and i love you if you struggle feeling overwhelmingly guilty for how you acted as a child, and i love you if you dont. i especially love you if you struggle to see yourself as a good person because of whatever you did as a child. i love you people who cant remember what you did, but are told it makes you bad. you are not defined by the actions of your child self, and you are able to choose who to be as you are now. if you have the capacity and interest to make amends, you can, and its also okay to not do that and just leave it all behind. i love you all the same.

[puppyeared]

XIN YA MOMENT

[dhampiravidi]

a second chance at death (and happiness)

Achilles had known that he would choose glory over a long life the moment he won his first duel. Granted, that duel had been against Patroclus, who he had already fallen in love with. The two vowed to bathe in the Lethe together once they reached Elysium, so they could have one or more lives together somewhere else. They shared the same heart, so they should share the same adventures.

And then Patroclus died, killed by Hector while wearing Achilles's armor. Achilles had never known grief like that before, and his only comfort was the visit from his beloved's ghost, after he'd tried to bury all his pain with Hector's. When Apollo's arrow, guided by Paris, found its home in Achilles's tendon, he cried out of course, but he was glad. He could tell by the strength of the poison (and how it sapped his own) that it was going to kill him. For a second, he remembered kind Chiron, and his own son Neoptolemus--and he pushed their memories aside. Achilles would be with his missing half as soon as he closed his eyes...

He found himself in the Fields of Asphodel, where he and the other shades, ghosts with hardly any color, wandered aimlessly between plain trees, only able to groan as opposed to talk. With a heavy heart and rage directed at the gods, Achilles sat and wept. Patroclus had gone to Elysium--why wouldn't he?--but Achilles had been damned. It felt like forever before he and all the other shades' attention was drawn to something with an enticing scent that seemed familiar...ah, blood. The thing that landed him in his own personal Hell. But he never expected to see Odysseus, solid and alive in Hades. As soon as he got the chance, Achilles warned the man against dying, explaining his own suffering. Odysseus had always been a person who commanded respect, and yet Achilles did not truly understand why until the hero convinced Lord Aidoneus himself to resurrect Achilles.

The king of Hades would warn Achilles against being impious in any way, but Achilles already knew. He would not mess up his chances at an afterlife (or another life) with Patroclus. And maybe he'd get to see his son after all--according to Odysseus, Neoptolemus should've grown up and married. Achilles had a brief reunion with his mother (a big hug and lots of kisses on his cheeks), then went to join Odysseus.

"I hope I'm not too late," Achilles said, only walking up to the older man once he and his people were done burying their friend. He held out his hand, thankful for the opportunity. Just breathing fresh air felt like a blessing, though it was far from the kind Achilles desired. "You quite literally saved my life. I am in your debt."

@eternaljunkyard

[eyeless-smiles]

@thecreativeforge | Closed RP

The dig has been going on for about a week, now. And the Corinthian has decided he's not particularly keen on this whole security detail business.

Especially if it means getting barked at by some nobody who calls themselves head of security. And sharing a tent with other mercenaries? The Nightmare wouldn't mind it if they were a bunch of hot young men down to fuck the night away. But at best, maybe two of them are passable by Corinthian's standards. And they're both fucking straight.

And Rashad's out sticking his hands in dirt all day, so why should his lavish tent go to waste? The Corinthian wasted no time in making himself quite at home in the noblemans dwelling. Currently sprawled out on silken sheets like a cat basking in sunlight. Enjoying the lavishness of it all whilst he idlly flicks through the covers of an old tome he found on Rashad's desk. Gawking at the historical inaccuracies mortals have managed to weave about their own pasts.

@thecreativeforge

[starflungwaddledee]

What Starstruck Dee theory have people made that is your favourite?

there have been quite a lot, and i genuinely love them all!

early on i think the most popular theory was that she was possessed or had been possessed at some point, most likely by dark matter. she actually debunked this theory personally, but i think people just assumed she was lying! 😂

my favourite part is not any one theory, but watching a shift in thoughts over time as more things are revealed, and seeing people share theories/work together in comments and reblogs. i like the "OOHHH WWWWHAT...!?!" moments a lot; whether they are a reaction to my storytelling or to other folks' detective work!

early theories revolved around how she was weird for a waddle dee, or at least a native of popstar. despite my never explicitly confirming anything to the contrary, theories have now broadly shifted to assuming she is not from popstar at all, and most people do now generally agree she's not really a waddle dee.

i don't recall exactly who first came up with each theory (though some big players are @the-void-is-a-disappointment who did a huge amount of early deetective work and encouraged me to build it as a story for solving, @shibuya-toasted-with-extra-cream, @graycoin and @jojo-schmo) and i'm not sure which of these theories are still held by anyone

but here a few of my favourites, roughly in order that they started appearing...

♻️ she's a total mimic species like kirby or void, copying things around her either by intent or by accident 🗑️ similar to above, but she's an incorrect copy or a "beta" mock-up type of a waddle dee 🧚 that she was just born different, like a fae changeling, and might have been hidden away when young as a result 🕰️ she is something totally inorganic and/or mechanical, created by or like the clockwork stars or stardream, perhaps wish contingent 🥇 sometimes attached to the above, she was created to serve some sort of Greater Purpose. she might have failed at it or been flawed, and was subsequently discarded on popstar 🌠 a dozen and one wildly different things connected to the "falling star that hit her". alien life form on the meteor transferred into her on impact. infection by intergalactic bacteria/dark matter. simply massive concussive trauma that fucked up her signature (back when we thought that was the only thing wrong with her). the star was magic and fused with her. she hatched from it and is literally a star herself. probably missing some here. 🪐 waddle dee from a different place/planet. this one is quite a sensible theory, given that we do see many quite different dees! 🤍 she is a fragmented piece of void/void termina. this one in particular i know is @shibuya-toasted-with-extra-cream 's ongoing theory and she's put in a lot of really cool work towards it! ⚔️ she's somehow connected to the heroes of yore. this theory i think has only started popping up since galacta knight has become a reoccurring visitor in her storyline and we've started asking questions about her familiar looking magic spears, but you can certainly 1hko @moonverc3x with this one 🧿 she's connected to the matters. sometimes soul, because it's sometimes star themed and lacks a token representative. where as a connection to dream might link her to fecto forgo/fecto elfilis in some way (a creature also well known for a catastrophic meteor attack). i've also seen folks confident that she's connected to heart matter as well, probably again due to everyone's favourite grumpy swan showing up

this is all i can think of or locate right now, but there's been a pretty wide range of things. i feel there has been a rather interesting transition over time from "she's a messed up waddle dee" to "she's probably connected to a universal superpower of some kind" which i am genuinely really really thrilled about?! 😂 what a glow up for a pathetic little wawa!!!

i'm also personally really fond of seeing how people's existing biases influence what they can find and draw connections in. for instance: i know @jojo-schmo loves the forgotten land and elfilis, and digs into those connections and draws out some really cool stuff because her knowledge is already so specialised! i think this is the true highlight of working on this story for me, people theorising and engaging in the lore, and laser pin-pointing things that tie into our personal faves-- the way we tend to do with kirby lore as a whole-- is such uninhibited delight

i sincerely hope people will enjoy where starstruck's story does go, in the end!!

[kennabeth]

Everything on Instagram Reminds Me of Rote, inspired by @tragediegh

[mitsvriii]

mooties send me your favorite character (or characters) in my inbox and i’ll pop in yours and give you a moodboard of them & you!!

[spookyowlman]

@ask-the-ghostly-gang wanted a starter!

"Ugh... now where could she have gone?!"

She'd been assigned to watch over BeeBee for tonight, and for a while everything was fine, but the moment she turned her back to make food, the little owlet was all gone!

She flew all around the manor, checking every room; BeeBee's bedroom, her parents' room, all the bathrooms, the parlor.... that's when she noticed something.

The front door.

It was open.

"Oh no no no no no! BeeBee!" She quickly rushed outside to look for her.

"BeeBee I know you miss your parents, but you can't just go after them! They're not here! Besides, you know you can't go outside without telling me! Where are you?!"

[good-beanswrites]

Just wanted to plant an idea if you wanted a bit of fuel: Mahiru asking Yuno to come to her cell before everything goes down.

Edit: I forgot the ask didn't say it but this is part of Kyanako's incredible Order Of Attack AU!

Didn't mean for this to become a mini Mappi study but here we are ✨ Thank you for the request! I fully intended to write them hanging out, but it's more right before they hang out lol. Went a bit on-the-nose with foreshadowing, but isn't that the fun part? It has become Emotional Over Mahiru Hour...

I kept things vague, but TW for mentioning her boyfriend's state of potential self-harm

Mahiru tried not to act superstitious, she really did. As much as she loved the idea of little luck charms, or avoided easy signs of misfortune, it was easier to keep quiet about such ridiculous things.

Maybe catching a bride’s bouquet meant no guarantees; maybe there was no real harm in stepping underneath ladders, maybe a coin tossed into a fountain had no real magic to its wish. However, the one thing she knew for sure held power was a lucky presence. Being in the right place at the right time could alter everything. And today was the right time for something. There was this waiting in the air. The prison had been holding its breath. Mahiru knew it was time to release it all.

“You must be so lonely, why don’t you let big sis Mahiru keep you company?” She beamed at Amane.

She often recalled the good fortune that she and a certain young man had crossed paths on the university terrace. She used to laugh with him about the wonderful coincidence of bumping into each other outside of the bakery, then the convenience store. 

Though she’d never spoken about it to him, she was also grateful for many occasions where she walked in on him at the precise moment to talk him out of something reckless. She always told him that they’d do everything together. He didn’t need to be alone anymore. 

“I wish to be alone. I need peace of mind to think.” Amane turned away from the cell door.

It was a good thing, too. Mahiru’s smile wasn’t as convincing as she said, “o-oh. Of course.”

She made her way around the panopticon, hearing Fuuta pace his cell in anticipation. He must have felt it too, this holding of breath. 

Or perhaps not. He turned down her offer for a bit of company, including a few more colorful words than Amane had. Mahiru just apologized for bothering him and headed back to her cell. She wasn’t sure where Mikoto was at this hour, but she didn’t feel like smiling through a third rejection.

She shook her head back and forth. She wished the motion could rattle the voices inside, she wished she could shake them all away. With her arms secured in place she could no longer cover her ears. She used to hum to keep them at bay, but lately they’d been too loud to stifle. They just kept on talking.

Their words told her the two were right. Nobody needed her company. No – nobody wanted it. Being together hadn’t helped her boyfriend. In fact, being together had been the very thing that got him killed. No wonder Amane and Fuuta wanted to avoid her. 

So then, this was for the best. She would rather deal with the brief sting of refusal than stumble in one day to find them hurt… or worse. As much as she tried to avoid the superstition of it all, the voices reminded her that her very presence could mean life or death. 

“Mappi, are you alright?” Mahiru hadn’t realized a tear had slipped down her cheek until she hurried to swipe it away in front of Yuno. 

“Hah, I’m fine! Just fine.” It was impossible to fool her, Mahiru had learned, but that never stopped her from trying. 

At least she always spoke tactfully. “Rough morning?”

Mahiru shifted her arms in her uniform, making a small sound of agreement.

“Can I do anything to help? What if I stay with you for a bit? I can do your hair, and…”

The voices were right. Amane and Fuuta knew it, too. Presences did hold power, and Mahiru’s was cursed.

But she would sound foolish admitting such a fear to Yuno. She'd heard plenty from the voices about how stupid and airheaded she was, there was no use in getting the same lecture from someone as grounded as her.

Mahiru managed a weak protest, unable to explain her real reasoning. Yuno was insistent. She didn’t give much of a choice. Could she feel the strangeness of the prison, as well? 

At last, Mahiru allowed her shoulders to sag. Yuno was lucky. And kind. Having her nearby would do her good. Amane and Fuuta would be alright. Mahiru had tried spending more time with them after verdicts were announced. Now, she made a mental note to pull back. If her love couldn’t save anyone, at least she could spare them from her curse. They would be safe. 

“Yes. Please stay. The truth is... I don't want to be alone.”

[angelsdvsts]

↪ closed for @rcseglds | inspo ♡

lips pouts wide eyes meet the other as she lets out a sigh, "why are you being so mean?"

[kim-woonhak]

J-MIN & HANGYUL Ending Fairies 'GT' ✧ 230512 Music Bank

[ooey-gooey-angel]

As a companion to this post, I'm rereading one of the books in question and I wanted to share one of the poems bc ohh. I'm in my feelings right now so everyone else has to be too

I bought a copy of the cowboy poetry book Sun and Saddle Leather by Badger Clark, copyrighted from 1915.

My favorite poem from it is The Wind is Blowin', about a cowboy missing his lover. Guys. It's so

Hngn g don't talk to me I'm in pain

if you want to read it, it's online at Project Gutenberg <3

[lcngdays]

@bloodbared // plotted

Temperance wasn't sure what it was about him.

Richter had never made much of an impression on them before. But they'd sailed through high school without a care in the world. They hardly noticed anything or anyone. He'd probably been there, and they just hadn't been paying attention, and then they'd left town.

Unfortunate circumstances led them back home, but that didn't mean they were going to give up on the Youtube grind. It was what was paying off their student loans, of course, so there wasn't much choice either way. They were back and looking for new leads on anything paranormal and they found him.

Temp had sat through the interview easily. Asked all the right questions at all the right times. Responded appropriately. Laughed when they were meant to, all the great things an interviewer did, they did. Things had a tendency to come easy to them, after all. But they were more than just enjoying the interview, they were enraptured by it. By him.

Maybe it was wrong, or weird to be so attracted to a man telling them about all the spilled guts he'd seen but they couldn't help themself. There was just something about him. Maybe it was their similar interests? Maybe it was having someone so engaged in what they were doing and saying? They didn't know. By the time the interview was over, Temperance was practically squirming in their seat.

They smile at Richter, glancing back at their camera set up. They stand and move to turn it off. Normally they'd leave it on to catch some post production, maybe some b-roll, anything like that. But not tonight. Tonight, they were going to shoot their shot. And who knew? Maybe luck would be on their side.

"listen." Their voice is casual. "i'm not normally so bold..."

Not on things like this, anyway. They'd only ever had one partner sexually and that had been one of the most awkward and uncomfortable experiences of their life.

"but like... i think you're really hot. and that was an amazing interview. and as much as i'd love to get to work on post-production... maybe." They stroll over to him, lightly lay a hand on his shoulder. "maybe we could spend a little more time together tonight?"