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islandofsages · 8 months

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darling heart.

summary: in which you are someone who participates in/identifies with jirai kei culture.

characters: heartslabyul boys x gn reader

tags: relationship not specified, fluff, imagines format

warnings: mentions of mental health, mentions of self-destructive tendencies

author's notes: hiiii this is very self-indulgent bc i am a jirai kei babe,, im specifically a jirai danshi <3 i might do for other dorms too, depending on my motivation lol you can find out more by searching up jirai kei tho dont just read the jfashion wiki for it, it's more than just a fashion style. also beware of potentially triggering stuff since it deals with mental health and all

Riddle Rosehearts

He’s intrigued by this subculture that you participate in and he’d ask you more about it, if you don't mind telling him - he’ll do his own research too anyway

When he finds out it's basically a subculture consisting of people with emotion dysregulation issues and is generally controversial, he checks up on you and asks you if you're okay or not

You laugh then – you’ve had your ups and downs but really, so has everyone. You hope reading about it hasn't scared him off

He’d feel like calling you a “landmine type” is too insensitive but you assure him that there's nothing to worry about and that people who participate in the subculture has reclaimed such stereotypes and fully embrace it

He’d really enjoy seeing you decked out in jirai kei fashion; he may want to try it himself but he’d insist that it's not in his place to participate, only support from the sidelines

You do get him to try out clothes that are similar to or inspired by the culture though – he seems to be comfortable in the style and you're happy that something that you enjoy can also bring the same joy to him

You’ll also recommend some songs to him, especially ones that you think would help him in studying despite the sometimes concerning lyrical content

If someone tries to bully you for identifying with the subculture, he’d step in immediately and defend your honor

“What right do you have in deciding what (Y/N) identifies with? That's what I thought. I’m always in the right.”

Through your downs and ups, Riddle will always be there for you.

Ace Trappola

He has heard of it before but he thought it was only a type of fashion, not a whole subculture with more substance to it than clothes

You’d infodump to him all about it and your journey with it, whether you just discovered it or have been identifying with it for a long time – he listens to you curiously all the while

He’s caught off guard for a moment by the more controversial and depressing part of it but he quickly recovers

He’s happy for you and glad that you’re comfortable having such a culture define a part of you

Though he implores not to do all the self-destructive stuff if you could and he’ll look out for you more just in case

He definitely thinks you rock while wearing your jirai kei outfits; it’s not his style but he wouldn’t mind trying it once, just to get a feel for the style

“Yeah, this is definitely not my thing… you, on the other hand, look pretty awesome.”

You’d give him a link for your playlist (or a playlist you’ve saved) and he’d listen to it when he’s bored – ends up adding a few songs to his personal playlist

If he finds anyone stereotyping you unnecessarily, he’ll call them out, saying as if they’re any better

Despite everything, you are still uniquely you in his eyes.

Deuce Spade

He apologizes for not knowing too much about it when you bring it up and you tell him it’s okay because it gives you an excuse to ramble about it

You tell him what it entails and how you’ve come to find out about it, sifting through your past experiences both good and bad

He tries very hard to be understanding, even if he doesn’t really get it. You’re just grateful to have his support

“I don’t really get it but it gives you a sense of community, right? I think that’s pretty cool!”

He’s also a little concerned about the mental illness part so he’d regularly check up on you to make sure you’re doing okay

He’d ask you to tell him more about your experiences with the subculture if you have any more and if anything exciting happens, you go to him first

Such as acquiring a brand new article of jirai kei clothing for example! He thinks the style is super pretty and fits you really, really well

He’d listen to the music together with you, sharing earphones and all – maybe he would even listen to them while he tries to do anything

He’ll be your guard dog and bite back whoever dares to make fun of you for being part of the subculture’s community you’ll have to calm him down sometimes

You couldn’t ask for a better cheerleader than him.

Cater Diamond

He’s always known about the subculture and although he doesn't participate in it, he thinks it's really neat

You tell him more about it and about the misconceptions people have about it so that he doesn't misunderstand

He’s super stoked that he knows someone in real life who actually participates in the subculture since he gets to see how it actually is in reality

He mostly knows about the fashion and when you come rocking up to him wearing the classic jirai kei look, he tries his best not to fanboy

He compliments you then proceeds to ask you where you got it – though cute styles like it aren’t his thing, he feels like he can give this style a try

He’d match with you on days he doesn’t feel too uncomfortable with more cutesy styles and snap pictures of you two to post on Magicam

He’d also go scouring for the music online to add more songs to his already rapidly growing playlist. He’d share some recommendations with you too!

Unintentionally got you more jirai kei friends since some people saw his posts about matching with you on Magicam; even people you already know commented on his post

“Look at us, (Y/N)! We’re totally Magicam-famous now~”

You laugh with him, head thrown back while the seeds of your relationship bloom behind where the two of you sit.

Trey Clover

He doesn’t know too much about it so he’ll ask you to explain to him what it is – to which you excitedly agree to

You tell him everything from the origins to how you’ve come to participate in the subculture – he nods patiently all the while

The mental health part of it has him questioning you a bit but he has no ill intention, he’s simply looking out for you and is worried about you

He’s supportive all the way and thinks it’s nice that you have something you’re passionate about. He’d even do his own research when he has the time

He’s pleasantly surprised when you show up wearing jirai kei fashion one day; he definitely thinks you look striking in the get-up

He wouldn’t mind going with you if you were to shop for more jirai kei-related things – he would joke you’ll have to repay by helping him out another time though

He’ll listen to your song recommendations and if he likes them enough, he’d listen to them while he’s in the kitchen. He likes that they remind him of you

“Oh, this one’s pretty catchy. …These lyrics though…”

Going places with you certainly catches attention sometimes but he doesn’t mind, as long as you’re happy and comfortable in your own skin

His name truly defines him – you sure feel lucky to have him in your life.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #platonic twst x reader #platonic twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader

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empydoc · 3 months

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i keep getting miku on my fyp so in honour of that:

which of the redacted boys like, are neutral/unaware of, or dislike hatsune miku?

* all personal opinion. if you disagree that’s completely ok!

forewarning: this post is a mess

who likes miku?

the biggest mf miku fans, in my humble opinion, would be geordi, guy & marcus. all for different reasons.

geordi actively likes miku songs, engages in fan works of miku, and is a generally big fan.

guy isn’t a miku fan because he likes her music or anything, but instead it’s because he finds her incredibly ‘iconic’ & interesting. he’ll sing her praises for the meme and insist she was the one who made minecraft.

marcus is simply a nutcase.

other miku fans include:

• gavin, who was introduced to vocaloid music by freelancer. he likes her a lot. caelum follows this same process.

• asher, who found good vocaloid music in his late teens & never really ‘grew out of it’. even so, i don’t think he’d ever tell other people about liking it unless asked prior.

• flyboi ivan feels like the type to have heard a song involving miku in passing and being like ‘damn this kinda hits’ and later finding it online and going down a rabbit hole (pun).

• lasko moore who’s been a huge fuckin fan for the longest time and, upon finding out freelancer enjoys hatsune miku as well, had to act Incredibly Normal

• elliott, who was introduced to it by his partner as well and started adding certain songs to his playlist over time.

• and anton, who either was recommended certain songs by his lover or heard in passing and found a liking for the ‘genre’.

who’s neutral/unaware of miku?

by neutral I mean ‘has no defined opinion’ & by unaware i mean ‘hasn’t heard/hasn’t identified any vocaloid/miku songs before’.

the biggest ‘meh’ people of miku in my opinion include blake, damien & david. all for different reasons, naturally.

blake has heard vocaloid, but finds since he doesn’t understand it necessarily (both as a language thing & a concept), there isn’t much to look into.

damien knows of hatsune miku, but it’s the case of being overexposed to it which causes him not to want to engage. maybe he just needs a bit of encouragement or recommendations?

angel certainly has listened to hatsune miku & enjoys it, but david isn’t necessarily interested. he doesn’t like or dislike it.

others neutral on miku include:

• camelopardalis, who’s been recommended songs but never really clicked with them

• huxley, who doesn’t really ‘get it’ the way he gets certain other music (but he isn’t opposed to listening more and forming a different opinion!)

• milo greer. man hasn’t found that song for himself

• ollie, who used to be a big fan but now finds that he doesn’t like newer songs compared to older songs.

those unaware of miku include:

• brachium.

• hush

• sam collins

• avior

• morgan kyne

• vincent solaire

who dislikes miku?

the biggest hatsune miku HATERS include hudson, kody & aaron. all for varying reasons.

hudson used to listen to miku songs so much that eventually he got sick of them and cannot listen to one without missing how it used to hit before. if anyone plays one unprovoked he’s immediately outta there.

kody, like the hater he is, just dislikes fun. dislikes miku as a character, as a vocalist, as a music tool, as everything. awful.

aaron never got it, and finds the ‘hype’ unnecessary. he’s never really gotten into that sort of music anyway.

others who dislike miku include:

• james. just doesn’t care, man (would be way different if his spouse liked her)

• adam, who i feel is the type of guy to only like one genre and detest every other genre ever.

• porter solaire, who heard one song & disliked it, so he didn’t delve into anything more

• regulus. idk. he just doesn’t like anything i think.

• vega. who cares???

other

alexis solaire finds a guilty pleasure in vocaloid. especially miku. specifically miku.

one time brian found marcus listening to vocaloid during work hours and just sighed

lasko vs kody: miku wars. who’s winning?????

that’s all 🦉

#awful #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #📼.txt #hatsune miku #redacted headcanon #i didn’t check for spelling mistakes #or grammar mistakes #so you’ll have to deal

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roosterforme · 2 years

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All I Want For Christmas Is You | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley returns from deployment just before Christmas and immediately falls for the new bartender at the Hard Deck.

Warnings: None, just fluff

Length: 3600 words

This fic was written with the song prompt All I Want For Christmas Is You for the Hello December Playlist Challenge which was brought to us by the lovely @notroosterbradshaw

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley parked his vintage Bronco in the lot at the Hard Deck. He took a deep breath when he saw the colorful lights that twinkled outside his favorite hangout. He had just returned home from a three month deployment, and now it was mid-December and everything was decorated for the holidays.

Christmastime was always a little difficult for him, mostly because he'd been on his own for so long. There was really nobody for him to enjoy the holiday with.

As he walked into the bar, looking for the other aviators, he noticed a huge Christmas tree in one corner and lights strung along the doorways. "Rooster!" Phoenix cheered, running over to hug him when he arrived. "I missed you so much!" Bradley smiled against his friend's cheek as she squeezed him tight.

"Missed you too, Nat," he said, and he let her buy him a beer before they joined the other aviators at the pool table. Everyone was happy to see him back, and he was honestly happy to be back.

After a round of handshakes and fist bumps, he settled into one of the empty stools with his beer and ate the peanuts that Bob had offered him. He hummed along to Frosty the Snowman as it played, giving himself a quick reminder to mail a holiday card to his mom's cousins.

Then he cocked his head to the side slightly. "Has there always been Christmas music in the jukebox? I don't remember this from last year."

Bob chuckled and shook his head, chewing on some peanuts. "No, the Christmas songs are new, just for this month. Actually, the jukebox got an update when the new bartender started."

"New bartender?" Bradley asked, turning to look back toward the bar, just as All I Want For Christmas Is You started playing. Bradley's jaw went a little slack as he stared longingly. "Is that her?" he muttered. "God, she's gorgeous."

Bob hummed in agreement. "She's really nice too. The guys all went nuts when she started last month, asking her out constantly."

Bradley sighed. Of course that's where his mind had immediately gone. But if all the guys were already asking, he was definitely too far behind in the game. "That's too bad." All Bradley wanted for Christmas was to get to know you.

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You were frantically pouring six tequila shots while trying to recall the list of orders you'd memorized a few minutes ago.

"Four Miller Lites and two Heinekens. Or was it two Miller Lites and four Heinekens?" you murmured to yourself. Friday nights at the Hard Deck were always busy, but you loved working here. Penny was the best boss you'd ever had, and the extra money in your pocket while you finished your master's degree was very welcome.

"Hey, babydoll, can we get another round of beers? Our prodigal Rooster has returned, and we're trying to make him feel welcome." It was Hangman. It was always Hangman, and he was always calling you babydoll.

"Sure," you told him with a smile. He'd asked you out twice already, and you weren't trying to encourage anything else from him. You popped the tops off of nine bottles of beer and slid them toward him before adding them to his tab. "This Rooster character should at least help you carry all of these bottles."

"Yeah, he will. He's on his way up now," Hangman drawled, and you looked up to see the guy in the Hawaiian shirt with the mustache approaching you. You'd noticed him when he walked in about an hour ago, and you'd noticed him again as he played pool. It was hard not to notice him. Oh no, he had a cute smile too.

"Are you Rooster?" you asked after he set both large palms down on the bartop.

"Yes," he answered with a grin, reaching out to shake hands. "I'm Bradley."

You told him your name and shook his warm hand. Oh no, his eyes were a warm shade of brown and his hair was adorably wavy. "Nice to meet you," you managed to say, withdrawing your hand from his before you could embarrass yourself. Because he was very cute.

"Nice to meet you, too. I hear you're the one responsible for the Christmas music?" His voice was luxurious sounding. "I can't believe you managed to get Penny to update that thing," he said with a crooked smile, nodding toward the jukebox.

You leaned across the bar a little bit and crooked your finger at him. He leaned a little closer to you and gazed at your mouth as you said, "Listen, you can only hear Slow Ride so many times before you lose it completely."

You watched as Rooster tipped his head back and laughed. He had scars on his face and neck, and you imagined yourself perched on his lap, gently tracing them with your fingers while he talked to you.

You realized you definitely already had a crush on this man after meeting him approximately two minutes ago.

"I'm honestly digging the Christmas playlist, so thanks," he told you, gathering up the bottles that Hangman had left for him to carry. "See you around." He glanced down at your lips one last time.

You watched him walk away with a sigh before returning to your Miller Lite vs. Heineken conundrum.

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Bradley was trying his best to play pool and converse with his friends, but his eyes were drifting to you at the bar pretty frequently. The problem was, a few of those times, you'd already been looking at him when he glanced up. Another problem was, everyone else kept buying him drinks, so he didn't even have a tab to close out with you.

There was literally no reason for him to talk to you again, no matter how hard he tried to come up with something. And now it was getting a little ridiculous, because he was in his thirties and acting like a teenager. So he took his shot in pool and tried to focus on the game.

"Hey babydoll, I would have brought those up for you," Hangman said, drawing Bradley's attention away from the pool table. You were a few feet away from him, gathering some empty glasses onto a tray while Hangman eyed you up.

"That's okay, you're all supposed to be enjoying Rooster," you said, flashing your beautiful smile Bradley's way. Oh how he wanted to be enjoying you.

And why exactly did Hangman have a nickname for you? Were you dating Jake? Oh God, you must be dating Jake. Bradley tried to hide his scowl as you turned and took the tray back up to the bar.

Bradley left when his friends closed out their tabs, but not before he told you good night just to see you smile one more time.

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Always the glutton for punishment, Bradley returned the following evening. There were even more decorations now. An inflatable snowman stood in the far corner, and there was some holly on the doors. The Christmas playlist even had Coyote and Phoenix dancing along to Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree.

"Come dance with me, Rooster!" Bradley was helpless to say no to Phoenix, and soon they were slow dancing along to the music. Bradley caught sight of you as he spun Nat around.

"You should just go talk to her," your friend whispered. "I can tell you think she's cute."

Bradley laughed. "Everyone thinks she's cute, Nat. And she's got Hangman calling her babydoll."

"Ugh. He's the worst," Nat replied, and you both danced and laughed awhile longer.

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"Well, nevermind then," you muttered to yourself as you shook a gin and tonic. Rooster had been dancing with Phoenix for three songs, and it didn't look like they were about to stop anytime soon. You actually liked Phoenix, so you were going to have to get over your crush on her boyfriend as quickly as possible, or you'd be miserable at work.

When Bradley eventually wandered up to the bar and ordered two beers, you took your sweet time opening them for him.

"You look nice," he told you softly, and you fumbled with your bottle opener a bit. When you met his eyes, they looked soft and sincere. But he shouldn't be saying things like that to you, especially since it made you want to reach across the bar and place your hand on his where it rested.

"Thanks," you muttered, sliding the beers across the bar. "You having a fun time tonight?" you asked, because you wanted to keep him talking. Were you truly going to chat up another girl's boyfriend? Apparently. But you'd keep it G rated.

"Yeah," he said with a smile, looking at your mouth. "It's nice to be back after being away so long. Gets lonely."

"I can imagine. You must have been happy to see Phoenix," you replied, just to make yourself feel bad, apparently.

"Oh yeah. Actually, you can go ahead and put these on Nat's tab. I'm sure she won't mind." Someone else was trying to order a drink, so he grabbed the bottles with a wink before he left for the pool table where he handed one of the beers to Phoenix.

But then he was looking at you again! Just like he had been last night! What was he playing at?

You tried your best to ignore him the rest of the evening, and you were doing a pretty good job of it when an hour later, you looked up to find him sliding into a seat at the bar.

"You need another one?" you asked him while you moved a bunch of empty bottles to the recycle bin under the bar.

"Yeah," he said with a grin. "And just put it on my tab this time, please. I'm not looking to make Nat mad at me, especially not this close to Christmas. I want to get a nice present this year."

You couldn't help but smile. "What does she usually get you?"

"She usually gets me nothing," he said with a chuckle. "Maybe this year will be different."

They must have started dating recently. You couldn't help but think about the kind of gift you'd get him if he was dating you. Maybe a new Hawaiian shirt.

"Well, hopefully you're on everyone's nice list," you told him.

Bradley studied you with his brown eyes and smirked. "Are you on the nice list or the naughty list this year?"

Your jaw dropped open just as his eyes went wide and he started to blush.

"Shiiiit, I didn't mean to say that." He looked panicked as he grabbed his beer, muttered an apology and quickly left for the pool table.

You were sweating a little bit now. Had he actually asked you that? You wanted to tell him he could mark you down for his naughty list. In fact you had almost said just that. But he had vanished so quickly, and then Phoenix's face flashed through your mind. You groaned and let your forehead rest against the bartop for a second before you got back to work.

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Bradley made a few appearances at the Hard Deck the following week. But ever since he'd put his foot in his mouth in front of you, he had been avoiding you as much as possible. He went so far as to order his drinks from Jimmy.

He also noticed someone had hung mistletoe from the ceiling in several spots, which was just plain obnoxious. The one he kept almost walking under was strategically placed right next to the inflatable snowman. Luckily he had only earned himself a kiss on the cheek from Penny, but still, that shit was dangerous.

Now it was the last Friday before Christmas, and you were behind the bar wearing a shirt that said So Naughty I'm Nice while you mixed a drink, and Bradley was trying not to look at your chest, but it was impossible. He wanted to touch you. He kept thinking about kissing you.

"Grab us a round, Rooster!" Fanboy called to him, and with a sigh, Bradley made his way to where you were working. All I Want For Christmas Is You was playing again. It seemed to be playing every time he was near you. And it was messing with his head.

"Hey," he said softly and you smiled at him. So far, so good. "Can I get a round?"

"Your tab this time?" you asked with a grin.

"Oh yeah, please. That did not go over well with Nat," he said with a wince that had you laughing.

His eyes dipped back down to the writing on your top, and of course you noticed immediately.

"You like my shirt?" you asked, and Bradley wanted to disappear.

"Mmhmm," he hummed, trying to keep his eyes on your face at all costs.

"Yeah, turns out I'm on the naughty list after all," you told him, and he almost groaned out loud. Fucking Jake, that lucky asshole.

"Really?" he managed to ask you, and he knew his voice sounded needy. You nodded and smirked at him, and Bradley prayed he wasn't as transparent as he felt.

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Something had you feeling extra bold tonight. Maybe it was the fact that Rooster had clearly been avoiding you for the past few days. Maybe it was the fact that his eyes always seemed to find you when he was playing pool. Maybe it was your sassy shirt. Maybe it was the fact that Phoenix was standing with her arms around Coyote's neck at the moment, a fact that could not have escaped Bradley's attention.

It didn't really matter the reason, you just went for it. "Yeah... I must be on the naughty list. Because I didn't get to meet you until after you were off the market."

The look on Bradley's face made it all worth it. His mouth was opening and closing, but no sound was coming out. His brow was furrowed and he was blushing.

Then you heard Penny calling you from the stockroom doorway. "Gotta run, but maybe you should get back to your girlfriend. She's looking a little cozy over there without you."

Then you turned to see what your boss needed in the back room. When you walked away, you could practically feel Bradley's eyes on you.

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"What in the world?" Bradley muttered to himself at the bar. As soon as you had mentioned his nonexistent girlfriend, you had vanished.

Were you interested in him? It sounded that way. He waited a few minutes for you to return, but you didn't.

And then it all clicked into place. He watched Phoenix and Coyote getting handsy with each other. You thought he was dating Nat! Hilarious! But, he had put a bunch of his drinks on her tab. And he had been dancing with her a lot.

But what about Jake? Bradley rocketed off the barstool and found Hangman by the dartboard. "Are you dating her?" Bradley asked him.

Jake smirked at him. "You'll have to be more specific."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "Our beautiful new bartender. Are you going out with her?"

When Jake's face fell, Bradley's heart skipped a beat. "Nah, I tried to jump on that one too early, unfortunately. Babydoll turned me down."

"Yes," Bradley whispered, turning toward the stockroom door where he was met with Penny returning with another case of beer.

"You need another drink, Rooster?" she asked with a smile.

"Is Y/N in the back room?" he asked.

Penny frowned. "No, I sent her home early. She's been working so many hours this week."

"Right," he replied, and turned back toward the pool table.

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You got to work the following evening to find the bar was busier than you had ever seen it. The jukebox was blasting Christmas music, but it could barely be heard over all the laughter and conversation. You were in for a long night of mixing and pouring drinks faster than you ever had before.

You saw Rooster was there, but you tried to ignore him. You felt so guilty about flirting with him, and you should have never pointed out that Phoenix was hanging off of Coyote. What were you thinking?

When he eventually came up to the bar, you quickly asked him, "You need a round? On your tab?"

Bradley looked at you with such open longing, you had to avert your gaze down to your bottle opener.

"Yeah. I mean, no," he said. "Well, yes, I do want to get a round, but I also wanted to talk to you."

You glanced back up to his pretty brown eyes, and you noticed the line of people behind him awaiting drinks.

"It's crazy in here right now. Maybe later?" You shoved the beers across the counter to him. But you didn't intend to talk to him later, because he was making it abundantly clear who he was here with. Phoenix. He was handing a drink to her and whispering in her ear. And you reminded yourself that he was taken.

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Bradley had tried again to get your attention, but on top of being busy, you didn't seem to want to talk to him. You thought he was with Nat. He needed to make it clear that he was not. He needed to make it clear that he was interested in you. And he really wanted to do it tonight.

But the bar was filled with patrons all the way up until last call. And that was when Bradley noticed that Payback was sloppy drunk.

"Guys, he's a mess," Bradley informed the others.

"Yeah, I'll drive him home," Phoenix agreed. And when Bradley tried to help Phoenix and Coyote guide Payback toward the door, Payback collided with you. Bradley watched in horror as you tried to juggle the tray full of empty bottles and glasses in your hands, but it was no use. Suddenly you were standing in the middle of a bunch of shattered glass, sighing and shaking your head at the ceiling.

"You guys got him? I'm going to help her clean up," Bradley told the others, before squatting down in front of you.

"You don't have to," you told him as you looked down into his eyes. "I got it."

Bradley just shook his head up at you. "It's really no problem."

Bradley picked up the large pieces of the broken beer bottles while you stepped gingerly over the mess and went to get the broom and dust pan. But when you returned, he couldn't take it. He tossed the glass pieces back onto the mess.

"Can we talk? Please?" he asked you as he stood. The crowd had mostly cleared out as it was now closing time.

"I don't think we really have anything to talk about," you told him, sweeping the glass into a pile. But Bradley gently took the broom from you and propped it against the jukebox. Then he took both of your hands in his and slowly, carefully guided you around the inflatable snowman and away from the broken glass.

"I'm not dating Phoenix," he told you before you could pull your hands out of his grasp.

You looked at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. "You're not?"

"No. Never have, never will. Just friends," he confirmed. He waited for you to say something, but you just looked at him a bit surprised. "And you'll have to excuse me for thinking you were with Jake. That's why I didn't ask you out the first night we met."

"Jake?" you asked. You looked like you were still trying to figure everything out. "I'm not with Hangman!"

Bradley chuckled. "I know that now, but he was calling you babydoll."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, he tends to do that. I think he wants me to tell him it's annoying, so he knows I'm paying attention to him. That's why I don't."

Bradley couldn't help but smile at you as he pulled you a little closer to him.

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Bradley wasn't dating Phoenix! He never had been! And he thought you were seeing Jake? How had things become so confusing?

And now he was guiding you into his arms, a hesitant look on his face as he said, "You know, if you went out on a date with me, Jake would probably cut it out with the pet names."

You pressed your lips together, trying to hide your smile. "Is that your version of asking?"

He grinned. "Do you want to go out with me? We could get dinner and follow it up with a long walk on the beach."

You let your palms rest against his chest as his hands drifted down to your hips. He smelled so good, like sandalwood mixed with a minty pine. Almost like mistletoe. You glanced up to find you and he were standing right under one of the sprigs you had hung up, and his gaze followed yours.

"I must be on the nice list after all," you whispered.

"Me too," Bradley agreed as you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you. You traced one of his scars with your thumb as he pressed his lips against yours. His mouth was warm and perfect, and his mustache made you a little crazy.

"Mmm," you hummed, and Bradley deepened the kiss, tasting your tongue with his. He pushed you back a few steps until your butt hit the jukebox. You broke apart as the ancient machine started playing All I Want For Christmas Is You.

"It's true though. It's all I want," he told you, forehead pressed to yours as you both smiled and listened to the opening lines.

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staticintone · 4 months

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Time to show my age! Here are all of the wonderful people I've had the pleasure of interacting with, both in and out of character!

Starting with the Hellspawn && real life friends who brought me here in the first place:

@voxxisms / condemnedsouls — One of my major reasons for writing as much as I do, as well as an incredible inspiration and just a great person. I never thought I'd have a partner like Lee who is as willing as I am to try anything and everything. From the 16 hour playlist to the probably 30 threads we have currently running, I am never bored && am always so pumped to plot and write. @huskker / valientiino / aracniss — I have had the pleasure of almost thirteen years of not just knowing Han but writing together. A constant joy to even just plot with, creative && smart && kind. One of the best writers I have ever known. I would not be half the writer or even person I am without them in my life.

The new friends I've made && written with:

@voxuli / aceofintuition — I was blown away by Ace almost immediately. It only took one look at their blog to see how funny and creative they are, && a handful of messages before I was hooked. Definitely one of the cool kids who just lets me sit at their lunch table. @velvetwarfare — Dove is a vivacious and vibrant person. There is so much energy in every interaction, whether it's in character or out of character. Original characters get certain reputations sometimes, but it's very clear that a lot of care and thought went into theirs. I enjoy the vibes so much. @ad-nai — I had the pleasure of being introduced to xem through my friends, and could tell that this is someone who world builds like a professional. Every character choice is creative && fresh && just a little intimidating. Someone I definitely enjoy seeing from afar as much as actually interacting.

The people I've had less out of character interactions with but still write with me pretty regularly!

@siempreminta — One of the first people I ever had the pleasure of interacting with! I'm in awe of how quick I get replies, and all of the patience this admin has afforded me. I adore how things are playing out with our characters, and look forward to how things progress! @televisionrotsyourbrain — I was immediately obsessed once I took a look at this blog itself. And speaking with Alex a little out of character, they were helpful && kind as I navigated an AU I was only partially familiar with. I love the dynamics at play between our characters, and am so so so excited to do more.

The dear ones who adopted me without saying a single word out of character!

@poisonedspider @cannibalxroses

The lovelies, especially the other Alastors, who immediately talked to me out of character but I haven't had the pleasure of really writing with yet!

@outofradios @radiiosugars @top-shelf-tender @mirrorlyshadow / alastrophe @statiicstag @radiostarsz

And the newest additions who jumped right into plotting && writing right away!

@hazbinned @themosthatedbeingg

It's been an honor to get to know each of you and your characters, even from a distance!

I would tag those who I do enjoy just reading, but that feels a little voyeuristic and I would feel awkward doing it. So just know that if I like your posts/interact with you on some level and you are not listed here, it's because you intimidate me in the best way.

This is one of the most welcoming and loving fandoms I have had the pleasure of being in, especially as active as it is. The only comparison would be the Phantom of the Opera fandom, and that was significantly smaller.

I'll fully admit that I was hesitant to rejoin the tumblr roleplay scene, but this has been entirely worth it.

Thank all of you for making this such a wonderful experience for me.

#《 𐰢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 ;; 𝚘𝚘𝚌 》#《 𐰢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 ;; 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘 》#[ if i have tagged you & you would like to be removed please shoot me a message ]

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erinelliotc · 5 months

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A tip I give as a listener and music lover: don't give up on songs after listening to them for the first time.

You know, one thing I've learned from my experience listening to music (and which I'm confirming even more now that I've started listening to Will Wood) is that sometimes it's not that you think the song is bad or meh, sometimes you just haven't listened to it enough. Sometimes it's not that you don't like the song, you might actually like it and just not be in the mood to listen to it at that exact moment. And especially if you're listening to several songs at once for the first time, you may not absorb them all well, so it's important to listen to them again other times.

This happened to me with a lot of The Living Tombstone songs. I'd listen to a song for the first time and think "That was kind of weird, I didn't like it very much", or "That wasn't bad but it wasn't good either", then I'd decide to listen to it a few more times, usually at other times, and then I'd start to LOVE the song.

Now this is happening to me with Will Wood.

Before going to the main topic I'll contextualize the following: I discovered Will Wood through "I / Me / Myself" on TikTok (don't judge me I'm trans okay 😭 this song means a lot to me. This is still my most listened song of his so far, but "Front Street", my favorite Will Wood song, is almost taking the top spot) because of an edit (made by @flowerpuff09) with Double D from "Ed, Edd n Eddy" (my biggest hyperfixation) and it immediately became a song I listened to every day almost all the time for many weeks and I even made 4 Eddy edits with this song (first I realized that the song on Spotify wasn't exactly the same as the one in the edit, and then I discovered that there was a demo version and an official version, and I ended up loving both equally in different ways). So in another Ed, Edd n Eddy edit on TikTok, this time an Eddy edit, I discovered "The Main Character" and loved it, and then I discovered that it was ANOTHER fucking Will Wood song! At that moment I thought I should listen to the rest of his songs because it was already the second song of his that I loved, and so I did.

The first time I listened to all of his songs (January 30th), I added to a playlist the songs that I felt I really liked from the first time I listened to them. If you're curious to know what songs they were here's the list so you can judge me (observation: I listen to the 2015 "Everything is a Lot" album except Aikido and EIAL / Destroy to Enjoy, and to the 2020 Remastered Version of SELF-iSH):

6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con)

Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones)

Front Street

Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D.

Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture

Cotard's Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca)

Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

2econd-2ight-2eer (that was fun, goodbye.)

I / Me / Myself [demo]

I / Me / Myself [official]

…well, better than the alternative

Outliars and Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples

BlackBoxWarrior – OKULTRA

Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave.

Love, Me Normally

Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world

Your Body, My Temple

When Somebody Needs You [Song]

Tomcat Disposables

The Main Character

Against the Kitchen Floor

Willard!

Then I listened to my 23-song playlist non-stop for almost 3 weeks. And even the songs I already liked seemed to get better over time after listening to them more times, like "Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave.".

One day while reading Reddit, I saw some people commenting about not listening to "Euthanasia" because it was too sad, then I decided to watch the "Euthanasia" music video and ended up crying and loving the song, so I added it to my playlist. 2 weeks later, I added "Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer's Prosopagnosia/Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus)" to my playlist too after giving it another listen and really liking it (I was trying to increase the number of songs on this album because I felt sad listening to only 3 songs, even though it's a small album). A few days later I added "Ferryman" and "The First Step" after watching a video compiling the best parts of Will Wood's songs. Almost a week later I decided to give the "Everything is a Lot" album another listen and then I added "White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?)", "(Cover This Song) A Little Bit Mine" and "Lysergide Daydream". I also added "Venetian Blind Man (Song)" after seeing someone on Reddit say it was an underrated song, listening to it again and realizing it really was.

And something unusual happened. Somewhere in the middle of all this I also removed "BlackBoxWarrior – OKULTRA" because even though I liked it the first time I listened to it, it became a song I kept skipping, then I realized I didn't like it that much (please don't kill me. I know a lot of people love this one, but I found it to be my least favorite on "The Normal Album"). Whether I like or dislike a song ends up being about the sound, not the lyrics, mainly because English isn't my first language, so I end up not caring that much about the lyrics. It's not that the lyrics aren't important to me, what happens to me is:

If I like the sound of a song, and the lyrics also talk about something I like, identify with or find important, the lyrics come as a bonus so I like the song even more

If I like the sound of a song, but the lyrics have nothing to do with me, the song is still just as good for me

If I don't like the sound of a song, but the lyrics talk about something I like, identify with or find important, it doesn't change anything for me, it doesn't make me enjoy listening to the song one bit

Basically, the lyrics make songs I already like better for me, but they don't make a song I don't like better, or a song I like worse.

Fun fact involving me not being a native English speaker: besides Will's lyrics being very abstract in general, I'm also not fluent in English and I never made any effort to pay attention to his lyrics either, so I had no idea what "Tomcat Disposables" was about. But every time I heard it, I became inexplicably extremely sad and melancholic and even teared up even without knowing what he was talking about. One day I decided to look for the meaning and now I know that it made perfect sense to be sad about this song, and of course now I feel even sadder than before listening to this song. He did a really good job of making the melody capture the sad feeling of the story.

So from March 15th until the day before yesterday (for 1 month), I listened to this playlist of now 30 songs. So the day before yesterday I decided to listen to his albums again, and now I just added one song after another. The more I listen to his songs, the more I realize that I actually really like them. The songs that were added practically all at once were:

¡Aikido! (Neurotic/Erotic)

Everything Is a Lot

Destroy to Enjoy

2012

The Song with Five Names, a.k.a. Soapbox Tao, a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists! a.k.a. Neospace Government, a.k.a. You Can Never Know

Dr. Sunshine is Dead

Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)

Cicada Days

That's Enough, Let's Get You Home

Um, I Mean, It's Kind of a Lot

Half-Decade Hangover

Vampire Reference in a Minor Key

Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll

White Noise

Yes, I like "Destroy to Enjoy" more than "BlackBoxWarrior – OKULTRA", leave me alone. And yes, it took me a while to like "Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)". It's my second least favorite song on "The Normal Album", but it's still good enough for me to put on my playlist. I swear, I REALLY wanted to like this song more, considering that "The Lorax" and especially the Once-ler were hyperfixations of mine in 2021. And yes, it took me a while, but now I love "The Song with Five Names [etc etc insert 4 more names here ...]". "Cicada Days" also finally got a special place in my heart, but the one I'm listening to most from the album "In case I make it," is "That's Enough, Let's Get You Home", the ending really touches me.

Anyway, now I have a playlist of 44 songs. I may still add more, but in general I'll enjoy listening to all of his songs (except "You Liked This (Okay, Computer)" and generally those that are only instrumental), even the ones I don't consider favorites (the ones that aren't on my playlist).

Then that's it. Give a second, third, fourth listen to that song you didn't like. It might even become a song you love and listen to all the time.

#will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #wee woo #ed edd n eddy #ededdneddy #ed edd and eddy #eene

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dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice · 1 month

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 23

WELCOME TO PART 3!! AHHHH I'm so excited that we've finally reached the actual hobbit storyline. It's been almost 3 months since I uploaded the last chapter, but I've made it worth it by returning with a double chapter package, so I hope you're around this weekend for when I post chapter 24! Enjoy! <3

Summary: When two girls fell into Middle Earth, excited at the prospects of living through their all time favourite novel, they find things are not as they seem. Something is watching them, as if they're being dared to reveal their secrets. How will they survive the challenges of the journey, dealing with the darkness that follows them, alongside certain two princes who are fascinated at everything they do, and a brooding, grumpy king who begins to suspect that they aren't telling the whole truth.

Where were they from, really? They did take the rabbit hole down, after all.

Tags: Kili x oc/reader - Fili x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 4542

Warnings: Swearing.

Taglist - comment or message to be added!

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Now available on Wattpad and AO3 (please let me know if links aren't working)

< Chapter 22 // Chapter 23 // Chapter 24 >

Part 3: Chapter 23 -

The Shaquille O’Neal of Improvisation.

Oneirataxia (Definition): The inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

(Noun / Origin: Derived from the Greek word 'oneiros', meaning dream and 'taxis' meaning arrangement / one-er-tax-ea)

Bag End, Hobbiton, The Shire – T.A. Monday, 25th April 2941 of the Third Age (Monday, 5th Thrimidge, 1341 in Shire-reckoning)

Our eyes widened, a silence falling over the both of us as we stilled. Staring at each other, we remained frozen like statues, listening for the words we had been desperately anticipating for the past 19 months.

And just like that, our prayers were answered.

“What do you mean?” Grumbled an oh-so familiar voice, and I felt the hairs on my arms stand on end. “Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not?” The two of us practically scrambled onto our hands and knees, hovering our ears near the bush to catch every word. “Or, perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning, or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?”

I leant up on my knees, ignoring the sharp sting of a random thistle that Bilbo had forgotten to meticulously weed out. Grasping Kay’s shoulder, I held my breath, preparing for what was about to be revealed in front of us. Something we had been waiting an eternity for.

Slowly raising my head, my eyes immediately locked onto the tip of a pointy, grey hat, and I felt my heart drop to my stomach in nerves and excitement as I rose up further, the hat entering my view inch by inch until it revealed the person wearing it beneath.

Kay grasped my wrist that was still latched onto her shoulder, and I felt myself practically shaking as Gandalf the Grey himself finally came into view. I was almost back in my living room, watching the original scene play out, the shot from the TV coincidentally lining up with the view that was in front of me.

My eyes darted between Bilbo and the tall wizard in front of him, and I felt a tiny bit of relief at the sight of someone taller than me for once. But that didn’t last much longer as the initial shock silenced my spinning mind, taking in the two once-fictional characters with rigorous intensity. Kay and I refused to budge an inch, determined to catch and absorb every second of this moment and keep it seared into our minds for the rest of eternity.

Eyes as wide as owls, our gazes flicked to Bilbo as he squinted up at Gandalf.

“All of them at once, I suppose?” he muttered, waving his wooden pipe around slightly to emphasise.

At this point I could practically hear the soundtrack, the happy Shire tune shifting to one of uncertainty. Gandalf’s expression morphed slightly as he grasped his staff with both hands. Furrowing his brows at the hobbit, he regarded him with a disapproving look, a grumbling hum of unsatisfaction escaping his throat as Bilbo continued to stare up at him in bewilderment.

A moment of silence passed as the two continued their glaring contest, until Bilbo’s usual lack of patience for odd manners got the better of him and broke the quiet.

“I’m sorry, can I help you?” He sputtered out, blinking profusely as if that would help him grasp the situation.

Gandalf’s expression and stance hardly changed as he replied. “That remains to be seen.” He half-muttered, his cryptic wording confusing the poor hobbit further. “I’m looking for someone to share in an adventure.” He explained slowly, and we waited patiently for Bilbo’s reply. That was, until Gandalf’s piercing eyes snapped over to where our heads were peeking over the bush, sending a jolt up our spines. “And it’s been rather difficult to find anyone.” He exclaimed, voice raising slightly, almost causing us to cower.

Bilbo continued to squint up at Gandalf, his pipe dropping from his half-open mouth as his brain caught up with what was said. Soon enough, he noticed Gandalf’s gaze had wandered elsewhere, and he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes landing on us. “An – an adventure?” He guffawed, turning back to Gandalf, and his toned shifted to a rather snarky one. “Now, I don’t imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures.” Desperate to do something that would get himself further from the wizard and closer to us, he stood up from the bench and stepped over to the letterbox. “Nasty, disturbing –” He reached inside, grasping the letters. “– uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner! I can’t think what anybody sees in them.” He exclaimed before shoving his pipe between his teeth, absentmindedly sorting through the letters and envelopes in his hands as he made some odd noises to try and convince the wizard his interests were elsewhere. He spared Gandalf a brief glance – though it was more of a glare – and noticed the wizard’s eyes were still on us, observing without saying a word. Stepping in front in an attempt to block his view, Bilbo stuck his thumb behind his braces, opened his mouth to continue, but hesitated, instead giving a curt “Good morning.”, and quickly turned towards the door, where he motioned stiffly with his arm for us to follow suit.

Kay and I glanced hesitantly at each other, before rising to our full heights. I found myself unable to move, continuing to stare at the robed figure stood tall at the tiny gate as he returned it with his own scrutinising and wholly unsettling gaze. Though it barely lasted a second as his gaze shifted to one of frustration as he looked over at Bilbo’s retreating figure.

“To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took’s son,” he called out, raising his voice. “as if I were selling buttons at the door.”

Bilbo’s head swivelled round, his body following not long after with a startled look upon his face. “Beg your pardon?” he sputtered.

Gandalf let out a huff, switching his staff to rest in one hand as he spoke. “You’ve changed,” he breathed, a reprimanding tone of disappointment underlining his words. “and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins.”

Bilbo’s brows furrowed, leaning forward slightly as he seemed to properly take in the wizard’s appearance for the first time. “I’m sorry do I know you?”

I felt quite awkward, standing by the door fiddling with my hands whilst witnessing the exchange, watching with bated breath as Bilbo desperately tried to end the conversation, then also for one to say something that would set the other off. And if my guesses were correct, that was going to happen relatively soon.

At this point Gandalf’s demeanour had shifted from quiet, obvious frustration to one of exasperated amusement. “ Well, you know my name, although you don’t remember I belong to it. I’m Gandalf!” He practically cried. “And Gandalf means…” he gave the hobbit a small but endearing smile. “..me!”

Recognition flashed across Bilbo’s face as his eyes flickered over the tall wizard, and a smile slowly grew on his face. “Not… Gandalf, the wandering wizard who made such excellent fireworks! I remember those! They used to go up like great lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!” He emphasised with a few friendly jabs of his finger. “Hah! Old Took used to have them on Mid-Summer’s Eve!”

From where he was stood almost next to me, I watched as he paused, looking Gandalf up and down. Realising what he was about to say next, I side-eyed him with a warning glare, but he took no notice, his attention far too fixated on the wizard.

“I had no idea you were still in business.” He regarded with a frown, and I let out a small sigh of disappointment. Looking off into the distance for a moment to spare myself the second-hand embarrassment of the exchange to come, I glanced back at Gandalf, only to find he had been staring at me the whole time. My eyes widened, and I suddenly found the grass under my feet extremely interesting.

Feeling the burning intensity of Gandalf’s eyes shift elsewhere, I looked back up to find him giving Bilbo a rather scathing look. “And where else should I be?” He demanded, giving the hobbit a small fright with his tone.

Bilbo stiffened. “Well…” he sputtered, blabbering a few more half-words as he gestured around him with his pipe awkwardly, eyes wide. Trailing off, he decided to instead stuff the pipe back in his mouth, finishing his sheepish parade of sounds with a loud clearing of his throat, taking a deep heave from the smoke.

“Well, I’m pleased to find you remember something about me,” Gandalf regarded with another sigh. “even if it’s only my fireworks.” His expression shifted as swiftly as he passed his staff between his hands. “Well then, that’s decided. It will be very good for you all!” he exclaimed with a grin, wagging his finger at us and the rapidly paling hobbit. “And most amusing for me. I shall inform the others.” He concluded with a small, amused bow of his head.

“Wait, us-?!” I exclaimed, almost stepping forwards in shock.

“– Inform the who? What? No! No, no!” Bilbo interrupted my sudden exclamation, storming back up the steps to the circular door. “We do not want any adventures here, thank you!” he cried, jabbing at the ground with a thunderous look. “Not today! I suggest you try somewhere over the hill, or across the water!” He continued, waving his finger in every direction that would take the old man far away from his home. Grasping the golden door knob, he swung around, about to yell something else, before deciding to end his tirade early. “Good morning!” He half-cried, and he stormed into the house.

Apart from the usual sounds of the birds and rustling leaves, silence blanketed the front steps of Bag End. Kay and I were leaning forwards slightly, having bent over to watch the hobbit storm through the doorway. However, the noise of someone clearing their throat had the two of us shooting up, straightening our backs as we turned to the wizard still stood expectantly by the gate.

“And here I was wondering about the day I would come across the two of you.” He proclaimed, settling where he stood as he finally spoke to us.

As if waking from a trance, I let out a loud “HUH?”. All Kay could do was lightly whack me on the shoulder as Gandalf blinked in surprise.

“Though…” he trailed off, flickering his grey-blue eyes between us. “You are not entirely what I expected.”

It was Kay’s turn to act confused as she made an odd noise in the back of her throat, and Gandalf swiftly went to reply.

“You look at me as if I am as familiar as an old cousin, yet I only recognise you by your faces alone.” He began, changing the subject. We only got more confused.

“Have you seen us walking around or something?” I blurted whilst my face scrunched in bafflement. Unconsciously, I took a glance around, as if I was about to spot a hiding place that the wizard could have sprung out of.

“No, no.” He chortled, taking his time to admire the scenery around him with a fond eye. “I haven’t been here in quite some time, I’m afraid. But it seems you both have certainly settled in.” He gestured up and down at us. “The last time I experienced a dream where you were present, you were wearing some awfully odd clothes.” We both glanced with wide eyes at each other, and Gandalf raised a brow. “Sometimes you were here, other times in a very strange place – otherworldly, in my opinion.”

All I could do was stare. There was a weird mix of emotions floating around inside me – a mixture of shock, excitement and suspicion. The latter not so much, because this was Gandalf we were talking about here. Except for the dream part, that weirded me out a little. In the end I barely managed a small shrug. I was at a loss for words.

Though that was broken when Kay piped up next to me. “… Youuu could say that.” She replied with a few light nods. Suddenly her face contorted to one of alarm. “Wait, you dreamt about us?!?!”

At this reveal, Gandalf narrowed his eyes. “Why are you here? If I may ask.” He interrogated firmly, avoiding Kay’s question.

I took a moment to consider my next words – and figured only the truth was the best way. “…Honestly? We could ask you the same thing.” I answered, albeit the nervousness in my voice was quite prominent as I wondering if I had done the right thing. “We didn’t really have a choice, nor did we know this would happen. We just, you know, appeared out the blue from the sky.”

“Out of the blue?” Gandalf repeated amusedly, then glanced up at the cerulean sky. “Quite literally, I take it.” He hummed, and gestured to the door with his staff. “Does he know?”

“He does.” I replied, nodding firmly. “We figured it would be a bit unfair hiding things from the one person who kept us alive and has looked after us this whole time. We kinda owe him our lives.”

Nodding with a low hum, Gandalf seemed satisfied. “And what do you know?”

That caught us off guard.

“What do you mean?” Kay questioned, puzzled but wary.

He tilted his head as he looked at us. “You know who I am, despite us having never met in person. And I am yet to reveal what this journey entails, yet you seem calm and I dare say prepared for this. And along with the vague visions that were conjured as I dreamt, I am therefore led to believe,” He levelled us with a look. “that you may know more than you let on.”

My mouth bobbed open and shut, not to similar to a fish as I absorbed the reality of Gandalf’s statement. ‘He knows.’ Was all my mind managed to conjure. ‘Of course he knows, he’s Gandalf, for Christ’s sake!’

Blinking, a moment passed as I attempted to get a word out, until my throat decided to conjure the oddest sounds as I tried to put together the words. “Mmmmmmmnnyyeeeaaaaahummmhaaawwww-HURK!!!” Kay had elbowed me in the ribs – hard.

“The answer isn’t hum and haw, though we may have an overall idea.” Kay stated as I keeled over with a groan. “But we can’t say much without our throats literally closing up.”

Gandalf squinted at her, his free hand reaching up to absentmindedly stroke at his beard. “You cannot say a word?”

“Barely.” I wheezed with a cough, attempting to straighten up despite the protests of my now-sore ribs. “I mean, we’ve managed to say a few things, but most of the time we can say it as long as we don’t think about it too much – if we prepare to tell anyone, it seems to alert something that doesn’t want us saying anything that might change things. But it’s really random and hard to explain without it sounding like there’s a thousand plot holes.” My mouth was moving a mile a minute as the words tumbled out.

At this point I was practically ready to tell Gandalf everything, the words explaining my theories having been ready to spill out of my mouth for months.

“We keep seeing things.” I carried on without a thought, almost relieved at the fact that I could tell someone who had the ability to possibly understand whatever the hell we were saying. “Getting chased by weird creatures, I threw a pillow at a literal shadow creature – that’s appearing more often than not lately – an-and I just want to know what’s going on.” I pleaded, shoulders slumped as I felt the exhaustion of dealing with the last year and a half’s events catch up with me.

The wizard stared. “Intriguing.” He muttered. “You truly haven’t got a clue?”

“No!” I groaned, the frustration of everything flowing over. “And we want to find out why.”

He continued to stroke his beard with a low grumble. “I must say, this is something I cannot leave behind.” He stated, seemingly almost speaking to himself. “But whether I’ll be allowed to take you both with me to figure out why, is an answer we must leave until tomorrow.” He explained with a pointed look, that I thought I somewhat understood.

From deep within Bag End, Kay and I heard our names echo throughout, reaching our ears to the still-open front door. Cringing slightly, we both looked inside at the sound of footsteps drawing closer.

“Well I must be off.” Gandalf announced, and we turned back to watch him readjust the front top of his robe slightly, before gripping his staff. “We’ll see what happens soon enough.” He suggested cryptically, before Bilbo’s frustrated face appeared at the other end of the hallway.

Desperate, I quickly spun towards the wizard. “Can we come?” I breathed, the words escaping quicker than I could think. “We’re not useless despite what they’ll think! There’s a lot we could bring to the table if you just give us a chance?” I pleaded.

Hissing our names, the hobbit strode forward, grasping the door as he hurriedly beckoned us in whilst regarding the wizard with a wary but thunderous look. The wizard paid him no mind, deeply furrowing his brows as he regarded my words with a suspicious glint in his eye.

“We shall see.” Was all I got in response before a raging hobbit seethed my name, Kay already having retreated to his side.

Seeing that this was a battle that wasn’t going to be won, I reluctantly followed, disappointedly glancing at Gandalf before turning our backs. Bilbo called out about the wizard coming for dinner some other time – the two of us figured he was barely aware that he was doing so, and with that, the green door swiftly slammed shut. Bilbo fumbled with the bolt as he slid it into place with a snap. Finally achieving so, he turned to rest his back against the wood, eyes closing with a relieved sigh whilst he leant his head back.

A moment of silence passed, the hobbit settling as he seemed to be in the clear, until a muffled scraping noise near his feet filled the quiet hallway. Moment disturbed, Bilbo’s eyes immediately snapped back open, the tenseness straightening his spine once again. He jerked away from the door, almost like he had been prodded with a hot iron, as he stared down at the source of the jarring noise.

Ears wiggling slightly, he leant over, his back to us, before he shot back up with a furious glimmer morphing over his features. Storming over to the small circular window to the right of the door, he stood up on his toes, peering through the panes to try and catch a glimpse of the assailant.

He got his answer soon enough, when the silhouette of Gandalf sprang into view, casting a shadow into the hobbit hole. Stumbling back in surprise, Bilbo was caught in the arms of Kay before he would send himself sprawling onto the floor. All three of us stared at the window, a hush washing over us as we peered at the distorted image of Gandalf’s face as his gaze glowered through the glass. His eye twitched once, and with a flurry of robes, he vanished from view.

Scrambling to his feet, Bilbo dashed into the parlour over to the larger window, the two of us following suit, bending over to squish our heads together as we all tried to peer out at the wizards retreating back. His humming flowed through the air as he leant down to swing the miniature gate open, strolling down the path with a happy tune, until the edge of his cloak and the point of his hat disappeared round the bend.

I backed up until the ceiling was high enough, and stood to my full height, the events of the last five minutes hitting me full force as I stared blankly at the chandelier hanging in front of my face. Kay was the same, and we watched as Bilbo stared at the windowsill, scrunch his nose up with a loud sniff, then storm off into the kitchen without a word.

As soon as he disappeared, I practically deflated. With a roll of her shoulders and a few clicks of her back, Kay shuffled over to the armchairs that sat by the unlit fireplace, flopping down on it with a loud huff.

“I think I need to lie down.” She half muttered with a groan, barely glancing up at me as I collapsed on the chair opposite. “I cant believe we just met Gandalf.”

Nodding, I remained silent, staring at the small fraying threads of the rug beneath my feet as my mind raced through what just happened. I felt Kay’s eyes on me at my lack of an answer.

“What is it?” She questioned, and I figured she had seen my face cringing at the floor.

Glancing up at her, my eyes filled with worry. “Do you think he heard those weird noises I made?” I asked apprehensively.

She deadpanned. “Yes.” She stated. “I’m pretty sure the most prominent thing he’ll remember from our first meeting is you attempting to sound like every animal on Old McDonald’s farm.”

I groaned loudly, my whole body cringing as I brought my knees up, shoving my face into them as I slapped at my head.

“I mean, you could always Obliviate him once you learn how to?” She offered jokingly.

“I can’t do thatttt.” I whined, voice muffled as I shoved my face further into my knees, not caring if the pressure would leave my face red for the next few minutes. “What if the Middle Earth equivalent of Jesus appears and puts me in Jesus-prison for accidentally completely wiping the memories of one of their mini-gods??”

Kay huffed, unable to contain her laughter as she chucked a cushion at me, the object bouncing off the top of my head as I raised it, watching the projectile ricochet onto the floor.

Hair ruffled and sticking about after being assaulted by the cushion, I squinted with bleary eyes at Kay as weird shapes danced in my vision after being pressed to the bones of my knees. A thought came to mind, and I opened my mouth, before the thuds of large feet sounded through the wooden floor, Bilbo storming through the archway from the kitchen not a moment later.

“…nd what on Earth did I ask him to tea for!” he muttered to himself as he stared at the floor, flushed cheeks puffed out slightly as he chowed down on a seed-cake. Stopping in the middle of the room in front of us, he scoured the room, not acknowledging us in the slightest as he twisted and turned on the spot.

Darting his eyes across our forms, he flinched slightly as he seemed to only then notice our presence, before continuing on his search.

“You haven’t seen my Engagement Tablet anywhere, have you?” He asked, headspace still elsewhere as he marched into the entrance hall. “I need to write everything down before I forget.”

“Can’t you just use the calendar?” I called out, leaning over the arm of my chair as I tried to spot the hobbit behind me. My eyes landed on him, observing as he stopped in his tracks to swivel towards the calendar we had him nail to the wall when we had found it just this morning.

He flailed a bit, raising his arm up and down whilst pointing a finger at it, scanning the paper rapidly before shaking his head distractedly. “No, no.” He muttered, turning away to stride back into the parlour whilst taking another ferocious bite out of the seedcake. “All plans are on my tablet, I need my tablet.” He rambled to himself as he entered the kitchen. Coming to a stop in front of the straw basket that he was yet to empty, he let out a grunt. “Oh, for Yavanna’s sake I forgot the fish! Forget it I’ll go tomorrow. My head’s far too full to run into that damned wizard again.”

Once again, Bilbo frantically disappeared as he ranted to himself, going further this time – presumably to his bedroom, where the sounds of rustling, thuds of things being dropped and drawers being pulled open vibrated through the walls, along with frustrated complaints about Gandalf thrown about as he continued his search.

Kay and I looked at each other, and a moment passed between us, before we scrambled to our feet. Stumbling into the middle of the room, I tried not to trip over the cushion that still laid on the floor. Facing Kay, we both nodded at each other, and swiftly vanished to our respective bedrooms.

Swinging the door shut behind me, I grabbed the last few remains of my belongings that I had left out as to not rouse any suspicion from Bilbo as to why it looked like we were spontaneously moving out. Hauling out the large backpack that I had shoved to the back of my wardrobe, I swung it onto the floor, unclasped the straps and lifted the lid open, loosening the leather drawstring holding the opening together wide enough for me to fit down the steps that looked like they led into the floor.

Once fully opened, I clambered to my feet, and began pulling the clothes the bag had been hidden behind from the hangers, their wooden edges clattering against the back panel of the wardrobe they swung against as I speedily pulled each piece from them, before chucking it all into the awaiting entrance of my bag.

After hearing the thump of the final piece hit the bottom of the steps, I proceeded to scour my room, pulling open drawers and using my wand to light up the underneath of any furniture that something could have rolled or been stored under.

Satisfied that everything had been packed, I climbed down into the bag, hopping over the pile of clothes and random objects that had been thrown on top. The next thirty minutes was spent reorganising, making sure everything had its place.

Just as I was about to hang up the last skirt I had laying around, I jumped slightly at the sound of my name being called. Peering out of the tiny hallway leading to the two tiny rooms, I looked up to see Kay, who signalled with a thumbs-up that she was done and ready.

Giving everything a once-over, I returned the thumbs-up with my own, and held my hands out, catching the bag she chucked down, storing it in the corner of the main room for tomorrow.

Clambering up the ladder and out onto the floor, I sealed my own bag back up, before shoving it back into the corner of my now-barren wardrobe. With a final scan, I turned to Kay, and let out a breath as I gave her a nod. We were ready for tomorrow.

And honestly? I was fucking terrified.

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dolceaspidenera · 1 year

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Hey everyone, here's the second entry for my playlists of the Touch Starved characters and this time is Ais' turn (gosh I'm obsessed with this man)!

You can find the complete playlist on Spotify at this link

Of all the characters' playlists, this is the most metal-packed one, let's see how many metalheads are hidden in this fandom 🤘🏻😁 As always, feel free to let me know what you think and, if you want, to share your own playlists, I'd really love to geek together about music and Touch Starved!

A couple of thoughts on my song choices

I think Ais is a much more complex character than he appears to be and despite this, he strikes you with a disarming simplicity. His being a black sheep and an outcast creates a sense of affinity that is easy to empathize with, while his disarming honesty about feeling alone gives the final blow in all its rawness. He is a misfit who pretends to be okay with it but deep down yearns for connection, he presents himself as violent and dangerous (which he definitely is) and yet deep down he is also caring, vulnerable and lonely.

Which musical genre, therefore, is better suited to those who feel a bit like black sheep and marginalized by their community than heavy metal? Heavy metal, despite the many groups that have literally made the history of music, was originally mocked and denigrated, considered transgressive, dangerous music and swamped by criticism and prejudice. At the same time, it was able to gather around those who felt outcasts and enable them to express all the rage and frustration that come with it, while finding a sense of pride and membership. Metal is by its nature a genre without filters, it enters your guts creating raw emotions and I think it is the most suitable to describe Ais, who, in his very design, clearly bears the signs and brand of metalheads (rings, bracelets and leather belts and studded boots) and I am convinced that it is no coincidence.

Songs with an irreverent nature like Bad Reputation and Highway to Hell were obvious choices, Bad Boys Are Here in particular suited Ais' fondness for brawling, as well as being reminiscent of his gang, while Evil Eyes is rather self-explanatory. I then wanted to add a few more "angry" songs that well describe his situation with Ocudeus both musically and with their lyrics; Hive Mind, Domination, Master of Puppets and Perfect Insanity speak for themselves, while The Thing That Should Not Be was simply a must considering that it was written taking inspiration from Lovecraft works. Inside The Fire is perhaps the piece that requires a little more interpretation but it made me think of all the people who have found themselves choosing to drink from the Seaspring in the past.

Also, I added several songs, Flip in particular, which have peculiar sound influences and reminded me of the Ais' and Seaspring's music themes (which are the best pieces of the whole demo in my humble opinion), as well as being spot-on even as lyrics. Nobody's Listening caught my attention for the Japanese flute integrated into the song which refers to all the elements of oriental culture present in Ais' design and it was immediately a perfect match. Smoke and Water could very well have been written for Ais since it fits him perfectly, it's dark, eerie and sexy at the same time.

Finally, to highlight the most vulnerable sides of this multifaceted character (and to take a breather amidst all the angst-filled songs), I chose songs like Lonely Day (which speaks for itself), Demons of Pain and Fear of The Water, which fits very well with a scenario where MC decides to drink from the Seaspring.

I started with the good purpose of keeping it short ad ended up writing sooo much, I'm sorry. If you read this far, thank you! If you also happen to listen to this playlist and enjoy it, double thank you and congratulations, you have excellent music taste! 🫵🏽🤘🏻

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serendipminie · 5 months

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Hi! I’m serendipminie, but you can call me Minie/Vasha/Mei!

You might know me from either of the following:

~ @aventurine-official (A roleplay blog for Aventurine from HSR!)

~ @serendipminie-writes (My writing sideblog!)

I’m a K-Pop multistan and HoyoVerse simp who loves reading, writing and music. I’m a February baby, my personality type is ISFJ and my pronouns are she/they. I'm fluent in English and French and I’m openly panromantic :)

I'm known among my mutuals as the Wonhyuk girl, the aesthetic queen, and the lesbian witch-- I will take those titles gladly. I play Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail, Honkai Impact 3rd, Wuthering Waves, Reverse 1999, Project Sekai, and Ensemble Stars!! and I’m super lore-oriented. In fact, I currently run 31 rp blogs for different fandoms ahaha~

If you’d like to see the list of roleplay blogs I mod, take a look at the intro post over at (@minies-ask-game-prompts)!

I write both original stories and fanfiction for a few fandoms too. AUs are my joy. I like writing personalized fics for my friends, making aesthetic moodboards, and sending my mutuals music or art through the DMs.

My current top ship is Aventio, and my current favourite character is in fact, Aven! I happen to be an Aven myself– both in rp and to my platonic Veritas @blak-ie :)

List of my lovely mutuals here!

Want to be mutuals? No problem! Just let me know :)

If you want to sort through my tags:

General:

for my mutuals: If you are a mutual, anything with this tag is for you!

it's definitely queue: Any posts from my queue!

minie's fic recs: Really good fanfic that I'll reblog here

minie's manuscripts: Anything that I write for fandom that I post here!

minie's musings: Any random thoughts I might have!

minie's moodboards: I make moodboards for my writing or by request!

minie's playlists: Playlists I put together, often kpop but can be other music too

minie's roleplay rambles: Messages or asks from other mods that end up here!

Fandom:

aventurine stone: Aventurine / Aventio tag because I can't be normal about Aven or his boyfriend

double black: Soukoku content

genshinposting: Genshin Impact thoughts or reblogs

kaveh my babygirl: Most likely me stanning Kaveh

kpop pic collage: I make picture collages of idols and groups, find them here

my veritas💜: Tag for beloved Blake :D

neuvillotter: My tag for Fontaine's Hydro Dragon. Distinguished French gays have got to stick together

ult culture: Anything having to do with my ult biases, you will find here~

starrailposting: Honkai: Star Rail thoughts or reblogs

sunturatio: Toxic yaoi throuple. Need I elaborate

wuwaposting: Wuthering Waves thoughts or reblogs

K-Pop:

I found K-Pop in late 2019, before the pandemic. The first song I ever heard was BTS's Idol. Then, I became curious and fell headfirst into the K-Pop world. It really helped ground me throughout the pandemic, and I haven't came out since.

Ult groups: BTS, E'Last, Oneus, Seventeen, Kingdom, Everglow, TXT, Dreamcatcher, OnlyOneOf, Lucy, Xdinary Heroes

Top four ult biases: Jimin, Wonhyuk, Seoho and Kim Wooseok

K-Soloists I stan: Sunmi, ChungHa, IU, Taeyeon, Jackson Wang, and Kang Daniel

Genshin Impact:

I dove into the game's lore before ever playing, fell in love with the character designs and simply had to join the fandom. Kaveh caught my heart immediately and he has not let go (I love you pathetic blonde babygirl)

I play on the American server, my user id will be added below if you want to add me as a friend!

UID: 670773450

Current main: Émilie!

Current main team: Navia, Keqing, Émilie and Xingqiu!

My favourite characters: Kaveh, Neuvillette, Ningguang, Kokomi, Émilie, Pantalone

My favourite ships: Haikaveh, Wriolette, Ayathoma, Dottolone, Beigguang, Kazuhei, Eimiko, JeanLisa, Kaebedo

Honkai Star Rail:

I’m not ashamed to say that Aventurine drove me to this fandom. Because I save so much Haikaveh stuff on Pinterest, and the recommendations are visually sorted, it wasn’t long before my algorithm started mistaking Aventurine for Kaveh.

I was very intrigued, actually— I quickly became obsessed after I saw the gay-ass lightcone. Aventio? ...Yeah, it was over for me. I started playing in late december of 2023, and I saved my pulls from the beginning to pull Aventurine ever since I knew he would be playable :) I was successful and now have a very well-built Aventurine, his lightcone and his Veritas.

I am obsessed with Harmony chars. I finally pulled Ruan Mei and her lightcone, so now I have all of them ehe, and they're all built exceptionally well.

I play on the American server once more, my user id will be added below if you want to borrow my support Aven!

UID: 617315133

Current main: Aventurine!

Current main team: Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Ruan Mei and Robin

My favourite characters: Aventurine, Ruan Mei, Luocha, Madam Yukong, Tingyun (rip cutie), Asta, Kafka and Black Swan

My favourite ships: Aventio/Sunturine, Kafhime, Yingfeng, Jingren, Topasta, Bronseele, Acheswan

Wuthering Waves:

I saw lots of adverts for the game and was really interested in the lore (oh god I'm such a lore player) and I ended up really liking the gameplay! A lot of people are comparing it to Genshin but honestly..? I like the gameplay of WuWa more skgdkagksgax but the lore is equal in my head. I play with the CN voice dub because it actually has emotion!!

I fell in love with Jianxin before the game's release when I was scrollong through wikis, and adored Yangyang as soon as the game began lol. Camellya was fun to meet because she matches a concept I had for an oc almost exactly-- which is fun!!

I play on the American server, and my user id is below for friendship and coop!

UID: 500879444

Current main: Changli!

Current main team: Jianxin, Zhezhi and Changli!

My favourite characters: Zhezhi, Changli, Jianxin, Yangyang, Camellya

My favourite ships: Scarover (mlm), Chanhsi

I hope you enjoy the blog~!

#intro post #pinned post #lovely mutuals!#for my mutuals #introduction #hsr #genshin impact #genshin #honkai star rail #aventurine #dr ratio #aventio #kpop #writing #rp

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wastelandmoony · 1 year

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Déjà Vécu: Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: Operation Gingersnap

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings, language, mentions of death and self harm, mentions of abuse.

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Déjà Vécu Masterlist

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September 1st, 1972

James’ words stuck with her for the rest of the summer, along with the constant thoughts about Sirius’ wellbeing. She hadn’t spoken to her friends since the week at Potter Manor, and she hadn’t heard from Remus or Sirius since prior to that.

When she careened through the platform entrance, she boarded the train straight away, finding an empty compartment almost immediately. James and Peter would arrive soon, always on time thanks to Mrs. Potter, but she didn’t have the mindset to see Sirius or Remus’ families right now. Sure enough, not a few short moments after she settled in to the compartment, James and Peter came barreling in, all laughs and smiles. The jovial intrusion was welcomed, even lightening her anxious mood a little bit. As they waited for their other two friends, James struck up a serious conversation about quidditch, trying to convince her to just consider trying out for chaser this year.

“—James, I like quidditch, truly I do, but I need to focus on my schoolwork. I can’t imagine adding practice and games into my schedule. Besides, I like flying for fun—“

“—quidditch is fun!” James whined.

She glared at him, “—Until you get your skull smashed in by a bludger.”

James opened his mouth to retort, but was interrupted by the compartment door.

Sirius and Remus stood in the doorway, both looking worse for wear. Her eyes trailed to James, whose smile only faltered slightly upon laying eyes on his best friend. The one thing she truly admired about James Potter was his ever present ability to adapt. No matter the situation, he would buck up and be the rock they needed, never letting anyone see him sweat. She knew he cared deeply, maybe too much about the people he loved, but at the end of the day she couldn’t find fault in that.

Sirius slumped next to his best friend, dropping his bag to the floor as Remus took the empty seat across from her. His presence made her feel nervous, like there were a tiny swarm of bees in her stomach; the sweet boy who made her feel safe and at home, was now a source of anxiety and worry. He looked at her sheepishly, nudging her foot with his. Meeting his eyes, she took in the soft purple under his lashes, wondering how much he had actually slept after the moon a week ago.

“Hey…” he said, giving a sideways smile.

“…hey,” she caved, returning the gesture immediately. It wasn’t the right time, but she needed to have an honest discussion with Remus about his lack of communication.

A young boy with shiny black hair passed the compartment, causing Sirius to jump up and lean out of the doorway.

“Reg!” He called, the younger boy she now recognized from over the summer turned back and lingered outside of the doorway.

“Wanna sit with us? There’s plenty of room—“ Sirius started.

“—I’m to sit with Cissy,” his brother said, grey eyes scanning the rest of them with the same scrutinizing gaze he gave her back in Diagon Alley, “Have fun with your…friends.” The last word came out with a hint of venom, the younger Black spinning on his heel to disappear towards the front of the train.

Sirius turned to sit back down, face downcast.

“Was that…your brother?” She asked cautiously.

He nodded, running a hand through his long hair, “Yeah, that’s Regulus. The ‘new heir’ as my uncle likes to put it.”

She looked at him curiously, his eyes flickering to hers for a moment before giving a grim smirk, “My family isn’t thrilled with my sorting, or my ‘associations’ according to my mother. Says I’m putting a stain on the Black Family name.”

She scoffed, “That’s ridic—“

“It’s fine. They’ve got Reggie, he’ll continue on the Black Family legacy of being sorted into Slytherin, and I can just live my life without their constant pressure,” he declared with finality. She saw right through his facade, and she’s pretty sure James did too due to the fleeting glance he shot from across the compartment. The rest of them not willing to push the topic any further, not on their first day back together at least.

———

They changed into their robes as the train closed in on Hogsmeade Station. Sirius, being the best at Transfiguration, changed her robes scarlet so she could sneak over to the Gryffindor table for the feast. Being second years, she was no longer forced to be subjected to the fear-inducing boat ride over the Black Lake, instead they piled into a carriage that seemed to be enchanted to pull itself. The sight of the Great Hall brought tears to her eyes, she could’ve kissed each floating candle if given the chance.

The five of them sat down at the Gryffindor table, and she kept her head down as their prefect Frank walked by. To her left, another second year lion sat down and immediately noticed the intruder.

“Aren’t you a Hufflepuff?”

Her eyes shot to the voice, met with the narrow gaze of a pretty blonde girl with shoulder length hair that was effortlessly messy in the best way. She looked like one of the girls she would always see hanging out at the local record store, oozing confidence and a hint of aggression.

“Please…don’t tell—“ she whispered, eyes pleading with the girl beside her.

Sirius had caught on to the exchange from across the table, leaning over to whisper-scream at the fellow Gryffindor, “Oi! McKinnon, don’t say a bloody word!”

The blonde girl gave him a glare, “I’m not a narc, Black. I’m just curious as to why she’s here—“

She changed her focus away from Sirius, “—I’m Marlene. Sorry you got messed up with this lot, they’re honestly insufferable most of the time.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, immediately warming to the girl.

James called from next to Sirius, “McKinnon! Ready for try-outs?”

Marlene sat up straighter, putting on a serious face as the two of them began to talk quidditch and she completely checked out.

As the sorting ceremony began, she watched as Sirius became more fidgety. He couldn’t sit still, something that Remus seemed to notice as well, reaching over to remove the fork he was tapping incessantly against the table. Regulus was one of the first to be sorted, unsurprisingly being placed in Slytherin. If she hadn’t been watching Sirius’ face the entire time, she would never have noticed how it fell slightly as the decision rang through the hall. Regulus hopped off the stool, joining his new house and his older cousin at their table, never looking over at his older brother.

Sirius was quiet throughout the rest of the feast, only perking up the moment James whispered something about “commencing Operation Gingersnap”. She didn’t ask, she’d probably end up finding out soon enough anyway. As the houses were dismissed, Sirius quickly changed her robes back to their usual yellow and black.

“I’ll tell you the password tomorrow morning, promise,” Remus whispered as he hugged her goodbye, the rest of them following suit in various versions of salutation. She lingered in the embrace that Sirius gave her, and he made no effort to untangle, scratching her shoulder blade with one of his fingers absentmindedly. Though she knew he’d never admit it, Sirius needed support and kindness, something she was more than willing to give.

Her dorm was a welcome sight, though she would admittedly still rather be with her friends. She unpacked her trunk while the other second year girls filtered in, greeting her in earnest and asking about everyone’s summer. Though she wasn’t very close with these girls, it felt good to be home.

———

Second Year was starting off strong, and she was quickly getting back into the swing of things. Most evenings were spent in the library with Remus researching for various essays, or with Peter who had begged her (literally on his knees outside of Charms) to tutor him. Apparently Mrs. Pettigrew was not thrilled by his marks from First Year. James, and in turn Sirius, had become hyper-focused on making the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, waking up at dawn to run drills on the pitch together. Even though she was annoyed they didn’t seem to be paying much attention to their schoolwork, she was relieved that both boys seemed to have shelved their pranks for the time being. That was until Sirius cornered her in the Transfiguration courtyard in late September.

“Hello my little bee,” he grinned as he plopped down underneath the tree where she was reading.

“What do you want…” she knew that grin—it was the one he used when he wanted something, usually something risky.

Sirius feigned offense, “How low you must think of me! I just wanted to spend time with my favorite Hufflepuff.”

She rolled her eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence, Sirius Black.”

His mischievous grin vanished, “Fine. I need your help—“

“With…?”

“A prank,” he said cautiously, already anticipating the answer.

“Absolutely not,” she snapped, eyes going back to her book.

“Oh come on, please! We really need your help, and Lupin said you knew how to sneak into the kitchens—“

“Remus is involved in this?” Somehow she found that very hard to believe.

Sirius nodded, “Yep, he’s honestly kind of an evil genius—it’s a little frightening,” there was a tone of admiration in his voice.

She shook her head in disbelief, “I’ll think about it—“

Sirius pumped his fist victoriously, only to be shot with a vicious glare.

“—that isn’t a yes. I said I’ll consider it, and if, and only if I agree, you’ll owe me big time.”

He grabbed her face, eyes full of eager determination, “I promise Yellowjacket, if you help us, I’ll give you whatever you want, just name it.”

“Good to know,” she stared into his blue eyes, voice calm and steady as Sirius let go and rose to his feet. He smirked before sweeping off through the courtyard.

———

She didn’t consider Sirius’ proposition. In fact, she had completely forgotten about it, until Potions the following morning. They were assigned to brew a simple Doxycide potion, which was easy enough. It should have been a breeze, had she not been paired with Mulciber. The boy was insufferably thick, and she would have been completely fine with just doing the brunt of the work herself, yet he insisted on mucking up every ingredient he got his grimy hands on. Just as she was adding the chopped dragon liver, Mulciber dumped an entire handful of hemlock essence into the cauldron, causing the liquid to thicken immensely and turn a sickly greenish-brown color.

“You absolute idiot! It only calls for a dash!” She snapped, the tension of holding her tongue for the duration of class finally breaking.

“Who are you calling an idiot, you snotty little mudblood!” He sneered, eyes narrowing in disgust.

Her breath caught in her throat. The word itself didn’t bother her, but ever since the summer when James had explained the news about you-know-who, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of the insult even more.

She didn’t respond to Mulciber, and when Professor Slughorn came around to check the final result, she kept her mouth shut as to why theirs was defunct. The failing mark didn’t matter anymore, she just needed to get out of the dungeons.

Taking the stone steps two at a time, she ran to the Great Hall where the boys were waiting for dinner. The four of them were laughing about something when she stalked up, slamming her potions book onto the table in anger. They all froze.

“I’m in,” she looked directly at Sirius, the anger in her eyes answered by the spark of mischief in his.

His concerned gaze turned into a smile, “Brilliant.”

———

The one favor she asked, was that no one inform her of the details of the prank. That way, if caught, she wouldn’t have to lie to a teacher. “Operation Gingersnap” as they were calling it, required James and Sirius to sneak into the kitchens under the disguise of the invisibility cloak. She met them outside of the Hufflepuff Common Room entrance after curfew, leading them down to the kitchens. The portrait of fruit threw the two boys for a loop as she walked up, tickled the lone green pear in the bowl, and stood back beside them. The two looked at her like she was insane, only to quickly realize the frame was swinging open.

“Thank you again, we owe you,” Sirius whispered, James grinning broadly beside him.

“Good luck with…whatever you’re doing,” she said quietly, watching as they threw the cloak over, vanishing before her eyes

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll see tomorrow morning!” She heard the disembodied voice of James giggle. The portrait closed, and she took that as her cue to head back to her dorm, silently hoping she didn’t just sentence them all to a future detention.

———

The next morning, her stomach was in knots. Remus had tea already poured by the time she sat down at the table, taking a calming sip as he watched her worried expression begin to fade.

“Rough night?” He chuckled.

“How do you not feel like this all the time? Knowing what they’re doing?” She exhaled.

Remus shrugged, “It’s just a bit of fun, besides, most of the time it’s my ideas they’re executing.”

She stared at him in shock, eliciting another cheeky shrug from him.

Soon enough, the other three joined them, smiling brightly as they sat down.

“Ready for the show, lads?” Sirius rubbed his hands together in anticipation, glancing over as more and more Slytherins were taking seats at their respective table. She didn’t want to look. What if they got caught? Would she be expelled? Oh god, would they take away her wand?

She resigned to just keeping her head down and eating breakfast, or at least attempting to. She didn’t have much of an appetite at the present moment. The hall began to grow louder, the sounds of students chatting and eating grating on her nerves.

Finally, James nudged Sirius, who promptly dropped his piece of toast mid-bite.

“It’s happening—“ he gasped.

Behind her, she could hear the tone change; people were beginning to mutter about something, creating an electric buzz in the air followed by a flurry of giggles. She turned around to see the hair color of Slytherin after Slytherin turn into a bright shade of orange. Mulciber, now sporting a garish shade of ginger locks, stood up aggressively to try and see who the culprit was. On his left, Severus’ head sunk lower, his normally black hair now a copper curtain across his face.

She turned back to the boys, mouth agape.

James was practically beaming, while she had never seen Sirius smile so big.

“How did you do it?” She gasped.

“You said you didn’t want to know!” Sirius grinned back, eyes never straying from the ever growing clan of orange and green.

“You’re right, I don’t—“ she laughed, turning towards Remus, “—but I do want to know how you came up with the idea.”

He shrugged, trying to stifle the smile playing on his lips, “I ran into Severus picking on a little ginger first year a few weeks ago, thought we could even the playing field a bit.”

All of the anxiety she had felt simply melted away as she watched Mulciber’s face grow beet red, clashing horribly with his new hair, the echo of ‘mudblood’ bouncing around her brain. He deserved this. So did Severus. If she was being honest, the majority of Slytherins were guilty of harassment most of the time, and the realization finally hit her that she didn’t feel an ounce of remorse.

She looked at her four friends, a devious smirk lifting across her face, “So…when’s the next one?”

#marauders era fanfiction #marauders era x reader #remus lupin x reader #Sirius Black x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin angst #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fluff #james potter fanfiction #james potter fluff #regulus black fanfiction #marlene mckinnon fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction

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hansol: the lovers playlist

characters: hansol x female reader (sort of jungkook x reader???)

genre/warnings: idol au, best friends to strangers (to maybe something else???), one-sided pining, angst, some humor thrown in, this is told from hansol’s pov

word count: 1,298

summary: but hold your breath because tonight will be the night that i will fall for you over again; don't make me change my mind; or I won't live to see another day, i swear its true; because a girl like you is impossible to find; you're impossible to find

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a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics

previous song | next song | back to playlist

A company dinner sounded boring. Why couldn’t they have some kind of Halloween party like SM did? That sounded so much better.

At least, that’s what Soonyoung said, but everyone generally agreed.

“There’ll still be music and stuff,” Seungcheol promised. “We get dinner, we listen to all the CEO’s and important people speak, and then we get to party.”

“I thought we were just eating and shaking hands with the important people and stuff,” Chan said, seeming confused.

“No, remember they gave us a paper to fill out?” Joshua reminded him. “Like, food we wanted for the buffet, and songs we wanted played?”

“...I might’ve thrown that out,” Soonyoung admitted.

“Well, if they don’t play my middle-school-dance-mix, I’m leaving,” Joshua scoffed.

So at least Hansol had that to look forward to. The infamous playlist that Josh liked to blast in the car, even when Seungcheol was driving and complaining that it was music he didn’t know.

Except, he didn’t really get to hear much of it. Like Josh, Hansol grew up on some of those songs. And they played maybe two of them, and it was only because they were popular in Korea back in the day. Still, the music could’ve been way worse.

Despite the dinner being fancy and proper -- Hansol wore a standard black suit with all the accessories, and the girls in the company all wore nice dresses -- the afterparty was anything but. Everyone was allowed to completely let loose and, well, party.

“It would be perfect if we could dress up,” Soonyoung had commented while aggressively jumping around on the dancefloor. “This, but I’m a tiger.”

“Alright, Tony, relax,” Joshua told him.

The song faded out, blending into the next one. But the next was slow, and one that sparked childhood memories for Hansol.

‘The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting.’

Joshua and Hansol immediately made eye contact, and Joshua grinned evilly, “Just like middle school!”

Unfortunately, it was just like middle school. Both men and women awkwardly made their way off the dancefloor if they didn’t have somebody to dance with. Some stayed, either because they were seeing someone or because they were smooth enough to get someone to -- or because they were dancing with their friends. As Hansol made his way off the dancefloor in the middle of Soonyoung grabbing Seokmin and holding him comically close, he caught a glimpse of Seungcheol holding the waist of another idol in their company, as well as Taehyung with--

...Soey?

Amid the party, he’d forgotten how nervous he was before the company dinner. He’d forgotten that he knew he’d see you and your group, and seeing Soey and her boyfriend reminded him that you were here. He’d caught a glimpse of your leader and a couple other girls walking into the venue at the beginning of the dinner before he looked away, trying to immerse himself in conversation at his table. And then once people were drinking and dancing, every thought or anxiety about you had left.

Now, it was hitting him like a truck.

‘But hold your breath...’

He turned away from the couple, only to get metaphorically hit by an even larger truck.

‘Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you over again; Don't make me change my mind.’

At the edge of the crowd, he saw you, dressed in an almost floor-length lilac dress with a slit up one side that reached mid-thigh. Your shoes had been discarded, and your hair that seemed to had been perfectly pinned up at the beginning of the dinner was now falling out, curled pieces framing your face. Your eyes were on the three members with you as you laughed at something one of them said before saying something back to them.

You looked the same. You looked happy, and it made his heart swell. He was happy you were happy.

Was it selfish if he wanted you to be happy with him still in your life?

Suddenly, someone walked up to you. Jungkook approached, holding a hand out to you with a smile on his face, and you grinned back at him and rested your hand in his before he led you into the crowd.

And all Hansol did was stand there and watch.

‘This is not what I intended; I always swore to you I'd never fall apart.’

Hansol’s legs moved without his brain telling them to so he could get a better look at you and Jungkook between bodies. He held one of your hands while the other went to your waist, and your free hand rested on his shoulder as the two of you swayed back and forth.

Now what? How the hell was he supposed to compete with Jeon Jungkook? Everything about him was perfect and exactly your type -- at least, he always thought that way until you confessed to him.

‘You always thought that I was stronger; I may have failed but I have loved you from the start.’

The way you smiled and laughed with Jungkook -- why couldn’t that be him? If he just was honest from the beginning, it could’ve been him. But he fucked everything up. He overthought and underestimated. And now what could he do?

He felt a hand on his shoulder before he softly heard his name in his ear. He glanced to his left to see Wonwoo -- of course Wonwoo wasn’t dancing with anyone, he was too shy. He gave the younger boy a sad look before letting out a sigh.

‘So breathe in so deep; Breathe me in, I'm yours to keep.’

“You still miss her, don’t you?”

‘And hold onto your words ‘cause talk is cheap; And remember me tonight when you're asleep.’

No. No, it was more than that. It was more than missing you by his side. It was more than missing your scent that used to fill his car and linger on his pillows. It was more than craving old memories to come back and be relived over and over.

‘Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you over again; Don't make me change my mind.’

“No, dude...” he replied quietly. “I still love her.”

Hansol loved you. He was in love with you all over again. He thought the feelings had faded before -- before he decided to see where things would go with Ivory. He thought they were long gone when you crossed him out of your life because he was never the type to linger on options that weren’t there. But the truth was you were always there. His feelings for you never left, he just tried to push them down enough that it felt like they didn’t exist.

But seeing you again after everything and knowing what he knew; knowing he could’ve had a chance...

God, he loved you.

‘I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true.’

He still had Ivory, and he told her he loved her. And maybe he did, but it was nothing compared to how he felt for you. No matter what Ivory did with him, he never felt the same happiness and carefree joy that he felt when he was with you.

‘Because a girl like you is impossible to find...’

Hansol watched as you said something in Jungkook’s ear, and he let you go. You both seemed to say goodbye to each other before you quickly left to go meet back up with the three lingering off to the side -- but now there were more of your members. One of them handed you your bag, and the other gave you your shoes, and then you all turned and left.

‘You’re impossible to find.’

And once again, he let you go.

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fanaticsnail · 5 days

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|ω･)ﾉ since I also viscerally need a distraction right now... here's some question answers for you asdlkjglkfdg The entire lower half of the list, as it were >w>;;

What song makes you think of your favourite character?

There are so many songs that make my brain go 'oo, Law' that it'd been endless to list them all 😹 So I'm going to pick the latest three asldkjklgfd Immortal by Reinaeiry, Again & Again by the bird and the bee, and This Isn't The End by Owl City too.

What song makes you think of your OC?

🤔We're still finding songs and vibes for Shiro. Forged by Marskye vibes well with them, but I think the closet fit for them I've found (so far) is Fuck It I'm A Flower by Crying Day Care Choir.

If your favourite character was real and appeared beside you, how would you feel about it? What would you do?

... mildly largely flustered, I suspect. After the initial 'holy shit, Law's in the room right now' there'd be a large degree of 'and he can see my titty mousepad and figure collection and card collection and art prints and standees and 'do it for him' wallpaper all of him' (。_。);;

And then I'd ask him if he wanted a coffee and shuffle him out of this room ( =w=)b ... only to end up exposing him to our keychain collection wHOOPS

What's your favourite trope to read?

Impossible to decide alsdkjlkfdjg The most common troupe-ish tag in my AO3 bookmarks is 'established relationship' so adslkjglfdg I think the troupe that appears most is 'relationship growth and exploration and development together'. So probably... friends to lovers? In terms of well known, established - WAIT NO! I'VE GOT IT!

Relationship reveal ( =w=)b that stuff's delicious. Love a good '... wait you're DATING?! Since WHEN?!'

Would your OC and my OC (Tobiuo) get along? If so/not, why?

Hmm, we think so 🤔 Shiro can be a little clinical when it's not the socially correct time, but ultimately I think they'd both get along. With a shared mischievous sense of humour, along with a shared strong core made out of dedication and love for the Hearts- yeah, I think they'd get along just fine. I can picture them sticking their tongues out at each other childishly over a silly, meaningless argument alsdkjklgfdg

In a modern au setting, what would your OC do if not piracy, marines, or civilians?

Shiro would be a therapist and foster parent, I think! Not a full psychiatrist, I don't think they have the patience for that much academics- we think they'd want to get around to Helping People well before that point. They'd end up putting in a lot of unpaid overtime, but they'd live for their work, I feel.

adslkjgklfdsjgfdg I hope these questions help you asdlkjgfd they've helped ground us for sure ( =w=)b

Hi Leo 🖤! There is so many beautiful thoughts all together in one. Thank you so much for this.

I shall be adding those wonderful song recs to the Law playlist immediately 🫡. The fact you have an array of beautiful collectables with Law all over them is just gorgeous. He'd be so flustered knowing that in the same way he collects Coins and Sora comics, memorabilia is being collected for him.

Relationship reveal is hilarious. I have so many for the stoic ones. Two people that look on paper that they hate one another only to reveal that they've been happily married for years just gets me. I adore it.

I have read up on your Shiro and I adore them so much. Fishfolk OCs unite. Tobiuo and Shiro both being fishfolk that work for Law make me so unbelievably happy. Silent, petulant quarrels between them - all nose scrunchy and pouty is so cute. They'd be very fine friends for sure! And a therapist too? Oh, Shiro. My heart. I love them.

Thank you so much for hanging out with me to keep me distracted. I have loved it all.

#ask snail #snail answers #others ocs

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honeydewtreacle · 9 months

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Okay, I just went over the iceberg and I have found or heard of a large majority of the stuff on there. My main question is how did you discover all of this stuff he's been in?

My other question are as follows

What is "why don't we say..."?

Do you have any information on Everything is Fine? I wasn't able to find much at all besides a basic premise.

What is Love NY?

Did you find a video of him singing the national anthem? I read about it and an article from the SoR days, but I didn't find footage.

I know about everything on the third tire except "Megan"? UNLESS IT'S THAT MEGAN!!? In that case, we good 👍😳👀

Is On Your Marc the show he and Drew created that is going to show (I believe) off Broadway starting early next year ? The Life and Slimes of Marc Summers?

Wasn't able to find much on Slow Children either, so if you have any, that'd be awesome!

What is "I could use a drink" BTS? I know about Drew's show, but the BTS I'm not sure about.

BROdway? I searched it up and could find nothing.

Last I guess is how on earth did you find that Collage staging of Hair he did? That's a deep cut!

One thing to suggest be put on there if you want to add anything is Twilight in Manchego. I just found it today. Idk if you've already discovered it, but in case you haven't it's something he did in 2008 I believe. If you Google it, it should pop up. There are a few videos on YouTube and there's a Facebook page.

So happy to answer!! I found most of this just by watching interviews, he's mentioned a lot of the stuff he's done offhandedly, not all of it of course. Others I found just by googling around, theres this site that has extended credits which is helpful. But really a lot of this isn't too difficult to find, I have "I must know everything about this topic" hyperfixations if that gives any more context.

And I'll say right off the bat that I found out about Twilight in Manchego like a few days after I made the ice berg, so I'd definitely put it on there now. Another thing I'd probably add now would be the reading he did for Book of Mormon.

Okay, now onto that list!

- I meant "How come no one says.." the song by Brett Ryback, that's my bad, I consistently get the song name wrong for some reason. I added it to the list because Alex has sung it four times (thats been recorded [1, 2, 3, 4] CW for wildly ableist language) and I'm like 99.9999% sure its the song he references in this interview and I found that a bit amusing.

- For both Everything is Fine and Slow Children, I only know what Alex has said in interviews. I don't have specific links, nor the time to rewatch a bunch of stuff right now, but I believe he talks about both of them briefly in this podcast with Drew if I'm remembering correctly. (I'm super sorry if I'm wrong!!)

- Love, NY was a show he did a reading for at the New World Stages, here's a playlist of the some the performance. He plays a character named Benjamin (Benji).

- No!! I never found a national anthem video, drives me up a damn wall honestly, you'd think something like that would be documented but I've had zero luck finding anything.

- I definitely mean that Megan yes. I thought it'd be funny.

- Kinda! On Your Marc is the documentary they did about the show. It was screened at a few conventions from what I know. It's listed on Alex's imdb.

- There's this fun article about the recording of the album, including a video which is broken in the article (had to check their Flickr to find it) so here's that.

- It's just a YouTube video! But it's a bit hard to search because of the pun, so here's that.

- I found it because F mentioned it in this show, I thought it was hilarious and I immediately had to find it.

Thank you for asking!! I will answer the other one soon, but I'm out right now. ^v^

#brightyberg #alex brightman #brighty

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jade-efflorescence · 7 months

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Hello~ Up for a new scenario? ^^

Suppose the acquaintance in the previous ask becomes an incredibly precious person to you—someone who loves you, respects you, and won't judge you for your differences. Suppose they ask you to recommend anime that *you* personally are very much in love with no matter what other people think or say about the show. What title(s) would you give? (i.e., what is/are anime you love that may not be everyone's favorite but it's yours and is/are anime you'd only ever recommend to someone you trust to the highest degree because you know they'd enjoy it, too?)

(Note: this is entirely for funsies so please feel free to opt out or to take your time! ☺)

this acquaintance sounds amazing i would love to meet them

again, i'm not familiar with much anime myself, but one of the series that would fit in this category for me would be takano ichigo's orange! i discovered it through an article of shoujo recs last summer and i quickly became obsessed.

this is a moodboard i made last july for it lol

more rambling under the cut bc this is gonna be a long one

I came for the sci-fi twist and slice of life setting, and stayed for the memorable cast of characters and heart-wrenching internal conflicts. I have definitely held back from recommending it to everyone since it deals with a fair amount of sensitive topics. At the same time I think that the series did an adequate job of tackling those subjects without being completely overbearing or sugary. I also liked the little tweak to the familiar love triangle, where the two boys truly respected one another and the other's relationship with the girl instead of just fighting over who won her heart.

One of the biggest strengths of this series was the strong bond between the six friends. I never felt like Hagita, Azusa or Takano were ever "unneeded" or "filler" characters. I loved how they immediately accepted Kakeru and tried their best to make him feel included and loved. Another strength of the story was how it highlighted quiet inner strength in its main characters. I know both Naho and Kakeru got some flack for being indecisive, but as a shyer person myself I understand how hard it is to move forward after something difficult or gain courage for an action out of your comfort zone.

I also enjoyed the general aesthetic of the anime! I have so many other graphics/collages I created focused on the series and made a playlist last summer dedicated to "orange vibes." I still love adding newer songs to it whenever I think they fit, whether that's through the theme of the lyrics or the feel of the music. some of my favorites would be:

cindy by jeremy zucker

home by phillip phillips

burn it down by against the current

forever winter by taylor swift

seasons by wave to earth

a matter of time by ollie wride

thanks for the ask and for letting me ramble!

#jade answers asks #beloved mutuals #smolhours <33

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2022 Wrapped

Tagged by @corneliaavenue! You're a lovely thing <3

Oof, it's already 2023, isn't it? Oh, well.

Post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular)

it's gonna be 4 now lol.

persist and resist the temptation to ask you - this one is perhaps the most authentic, soul-pouring fic i've ever written. and the one i'm most proud of because of my growth in writing prose and pacing overall. there were many times i would huddle with a blanket in a dark room (💀) simply because of how much i was feeling in the moment. it was the most visceral experience i've had writing so far.

like passing notes in secrecy - i would say that when i finished persist, i was in this writing craze/high in that i simply wanted to write anything since i finally felt like i was on a roll, but that wouldn't do this fic - and my work - justice. because persist was so angsty, i desperately needed to write something that was light and fluffy in consequence for my own sake. i'm very happy about the banter and humor i was able to apply to this OTP; it was pure serotonin, and i hope it was the same for others.

Midnight - my first hinny smut!! aka i took my headcanon of switch!hinny and really ran with it. though i no longer have the same exact headcanon about the two of them, i'm still really proud of how steamy this turned out. and i have a feeling all the private bookmarkers do too 👀

you knew that i'm a mastermind, and now you're mine - man, the sheer power tswift holds on all fic writers everywhere. the aim was to use this song ("mastermind") in irony to show how the wizarding world perceives ginny relative to her relationship with harry. and because ginny is such a force of nature, she and the press manage to come to a certain albeit amusing level of agreement (a true mastermind har dee har). it's a bamf character moment for her, and she owned every second of it.

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year

you reminded me to open up my google docs for the first time in a month! phewww.

premed hinny!rivals to lovers fic - snippet here. my final fuck you (and extremely reluctant thank you) to undergrad in the form of my OTP. fic is fully outlined and ready to be written if only i could give it the time of day 😭. but now that i have a lot of time opened up for me in the next several months, i'll finally get to it! fingers crossed

anniversary hinny smut - hinny roleplays as strangers in a bar, and let's just say we'll stick the art of acting to the shitty movies. a whole ass page written so far, so i take that as a win!

a somewhat angst, somewhat crack fic... i uh... have the most written for this wip so far of all my wips and im both proud and mortified by that. let's just say it's a story of how hinny finds themselves back to each other postwar... and the path is not exactly a straight route. playlist is a wip as well.

another crack fic because apparently that's all @takearisk-ao3 and me are on... though it's more accurate to say i helped to brainstorm and Hannah, the brilliant Executioner. to quote Hannah's post... "no comment."

im adding a fifth one because why not. hinny!vampire au. though there's only been half a page written for it so far, and hence a lot of white space, im so, so ready for the tools of creativity to lead me to more crackheadery that ive yet to discover. (like i needed more to start with.)

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year

i think my writing comes off a bit "cleaner" now? there's more of a coherent plot, resolution to my fics than most of the simple "slices of life" that i wrote more of last year.

i'd like to think the dialogue comes off more natural now too. im finally getting the hang of doing more "showing" than telling and implementing symbolism and metaphors when trying to display a broader theme/concept.

im able to sit with fics and be at ease with the fact that im not going to have the right answer immediately. that i have to wait before i can post to make it better. i started prioritizing quality over mass production - and while this is still something i struggle with a lot of the times - i feel like this is a bit of a step up from last year. and most importantly, i learned that rewrites - not just editing - may be necessary too, and that is okay. that does not make me a bad writer but (hopefully) a thoughtful one.

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year

to not constantly compare myself to other people's writing. focus on how i can improve myself without being intimidated by all the works of the many amazing writers in the fandom. to finally put words on the page fearlessly and authentically, like i felt i did with persist.

to take more risks. keep putting my characters in uncomfortable situations and testing out how they can grow from them. to not feel limited in my writing just because in my young age i havent experienced them. to push my boundaries more. (i thank @fairsquare16 @takearisk-ao3 and @narukoibito for encouraging this and the first goal every single time i feel even the slightest bit down about it; they're also the reason im still entertaining all these crackfics so put the blame on them when they eventually come out)

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year

my fucking answer to this changes every two seconds...not for any other reason except that it's my biggest conspiracy theory that i have early, early onset dementia and can't for the life of me remember. here's one for now:

Like the story, the moral is just as simple: love unconditionally, act irrevocably. One shouldn't fear wearing their heart on their sleeve if the alternative is to never plant, water, and bathe it with the light of day.

After all, what are mistakes if not signs to grow?

Tagging

@narukoibito @heartstopping-waves @ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey and whoever else would like to do it (i truly mean that)!

#2022 wrapped #nu's writing tag #hinny fanfic #harry x ginny

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