#melodics hq

[gojuo]

people who want miyano mamoru as toji va are a special type of deaf bc how in the hell would miyano's soft sing-songy high and breathy and too clean, too nice voice ever suit a man like toji who should have a low, gravely voice, raspy and rough, sounding like a smoker and he should have a growl too (manifestating ono daisuke 🙏) ??? the only person that would suit miyano's melodic tone in jujutsu kaisen is naoya

[strwbivy]

your guitarist!boyfriend who's the sweetest thing that ever existed on earth.

he strums the sweetest of tunes of his guitar, and it feels like you're falling all over for him again. there's just something so heartwarming when your most deared person plays a song to you.

he would send you videos of him playing his guitar, playing random songs that you loved, and it never fails to not to put a smile to your face. and whenever you would watch those videos, you can't help it but get flustered and giggle uncontrollably.

oh and he would also send a few videos of him playing a short song he made just for you, having the most cheesiest romance lines with its short melodic tune.

and every time he finishes playing, he sends a nod and puts a thumbs up right infront of the camera and smiles sheepishly.

hinata, yamaguchi, semi [hq] yuji, gojo [jjk] thoma, childe, albedo [gi] denki, bakugou [mha]

copyright © strwbivy ↣ do not copy, translate or repost.

[haikyu-mp4]

hi omg i love your works sm !! each one is so cute and i love your dialogue for the characters 🫶 i've read most of them but i'll be going back to reread and reblog them bcos u deserve the love 🤍

i wanted 2 ask if ur requests were open ? it's okay if they aren't ofc !! but i had this idea earlier about dentist / orthodontist iwaizumi or oikawa ! and i've been looking thru the hq writers that i've reblogged from n u came up ! the idea is pretty broad but i was thinking more of a build up from patient-dentist (?) to lovers, smth like that ! idk if ure up for it then do ur magic but otherwise i hope u have a great day and i'm looking forward to reading more from u 💞💞💞

Unusual affection

thank you so much for your love!! I never wrote much AU before so this was such a fun idea and I hope I did it justice<3

word count; 1353 – gn!reader, dentist Oikawa AU, patient-dentist to lovers, suggestive

You're not so fond of going to the dentist. Luckily, your teeth didn’t give you many problems growing up, but your parents were urging you to get a check-up appointment after you moved away to a new city. Better to establish a dentist before the issues come up, they would say.

So you did, you made an appointment with dentist Oikawa Tooru and made your way to his office a few weeks later. His waiting list wasn’t exactly short. Not that you had to wonder why for long because…

that is one gorgeous man!

“You need to floss more regularly,” he added as if it just came naturally for him, which it probably did. You lay on the seat as he looked over all the basic stuff, rinsing and picking at your teeth. Unfortunately, you couldn’t see yourself attracting him very much with your mouth wide open and lips scrubbed dry already, so you just accepted your fate.

“I’m not really a dancer but I’ll try,” Oikawa stopped what he was doing and the swivel chair he sat on slowly turned towards you. That’s like something Makki would say, he thought. And that’s not a compliment.

“How old are you, 10?” he asked but quickly cleared his throat when the secretary seemed to eye him from her desk. She always said he shouldn’t have an attitude with customers.

“Some would say I’m a 10 out of 10!” you responded, joyfully watching as his patience wore thin. Oh, how fun to find cracks in that perfect exterior.

He sighed, shook his head, and turned back to the monitor. You started looking at the ceiling, counting the dots and lines in the ugly pattern until you lost count and started over. Is that a headache creeping up on you?

Finally, Oikawa rolled back over. You blinked a couple of times to shake off the view of the ceiling and actually focus on him. “Open.” Wouldn’t mind hearing him command you like that in another setting, you thought, suddenly avoiding eye contact again but still doing as he said. Dentists are not supposed to be this attractive. “Your wisdom teeth on this side, do they hurt?” he asked, pointing to the cheek he was referring to.

You thought about it, humming in thought. “Yes, especially after eating. Lots of food gets stuck in there too.”

“We can set up another appointment to get them removed,” he informed you. “It should be mostly covered by insurance if I say it’s necessary.”

You nodded, licking your lips as they felt so dry from his gloved hands running over them. “Will…” he was about to stand up but stopped for a moment to listen to you. “…you be doing that?”

A small humorous sound left his lips, and it sounded so melodic you were in a trance. “That could be arranged.”

Two weeks later, you’re back at the reception of your dentist's office, asking for Oikawa. You agreed to do the procedure with a local sedative, as you didn’t have that many close friends in this city yet that could pick you up, so two assistants were currently making sure you wouldn’t feel anything around your mouth for the next hours. Unfortunately, this called for you to stay quiet, and you were honestly just excited to see Dr. Hottie again.

Your prayers were answered, and after they left you to soak in the numb feeling in your mouth for about ten minutes, Oikawa walked through the door. “Hey there, little dancer.” he greeted you.

“Hi!” you cooed, but it sounded odd when you couldn’t feel your lips. You frowned, trying to look down at your lips for a moment before giving up. Oikawa clicked his tongue from where he watched you, shaking his head before putting gloves on. Everything he did seemed so elegant, but you had a sense there was a dorky side to him.

“It might hurt a bit, but just tap me if you need me to adjust, okay?” he informed you, looking into your eyes for an answer.

You nodded, sucking in a quick breath. His eyes were pretty. Swirly, like chocolate ice cream. “Yes, I got it.” You bit your top lip, sheepishly continuing. “My safeword is toothbrush.”

Oikawa seemed to chuckle under his breath, he hesitated to humour you but still gave in. “Good to know. I was half expecting a stupid joke about tap dancing.” he hummed before picking up the first tool he needed and swiftly getting to it. It wasn’t very fortunate, to have him stare at your face as your cheeks flushed red, but it was worth witnessing the self-satisfied smirk on his face.

The procedure didn’t take too long. He struggled with the lower tooth, so an assistant came in to help him and the two conversed like you weren’t even there. When it was finally done, Oikawa pressed a button so you were adjusted into a seated position. You let your lips run frantically over your chapped lips, reaching for the small cup of water he provided you. And had you not been busy with the aftermath of the procedure, you would have noticed the way he watched you for a moment too long before getting up and throwing away his gloves.

Oikawa knew it was inappropriate. His breath shouldn’t have stuttered when he saw you in the waiting room for the check-up, he shouldn’t have sent you a small wave before calling your name to let you know he was ready for you, and he shouldn’t have put his hand on your back while leading you to his station. He just found you entertaining, that’s what he told himself, but he definitely looked off his game when you finally sat down for him to check the stitches from the procedure.

“Everything alright there, doc?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. Oikawa waved his hand as if it was nothing, laughing under his breath.

“No worries, I was just-” he pursed his lips before pointing at you with the little tool in his hand. “Do you like pasta?”

Your jaw loosened in disbelief. “Pasta? I guess I do, is that bad for my teeth or something?” you asked a bit awkwardly.

“There’s this new Italian restaurant down the street. You should go there,” he said. “With me, I mean.”

Oikawa’s penthouse apartment was pretty nice, so you two basically spent most of your time there after a couple of dates led to stumbling through your front door with your lips locked together. He had complained about the small bed and creaking floor of your apartment, which led him to take you home to his place the morning after.

Now you were sitting on the marble countertop in the bathroom with Oikawa standing between your legs, and it was similar to something you had dreamed up before when imagining life with a boyfriend. The difference was, you weren’t kissing or anything like that. No, your mouth was wide open as your handsome boyfriend checked your teeth before bed after you brushed them. “This is a bit unusual, don’t you think?” you managed to say, making him pout as you accidentally left a small bite on his pointer finger.

“You’re a bit unusual, but here we are,” he mumbled, but still hummed in appreciation at what he observed. “I knew the electric toothbrush would help.”

Finally, he leaned an arm on each side of you on the counter so you could have a kiss, which you’d say was a much better reward for being good at the dentist than the ones you would get when you were younger. “You truly are a genius, Tooru.” you cooed sarcastically. He kissed you again and hummed, savouring the aftertaste of your toothpaste. The expensive kind.

“Maybe I’m such a good dentist that my kisses clean your teeth,” he said, and it shouldn’t work. It shouldn’t be charming. It was cheesy, made no sense and created some disturbing mental images. But you savoured it nonetheless, accepting every kiss he gave you and returning it with the same sweetness.

Luckily, this dental nerd is all yours.

masterlist

[drefear]

Sympathy

Based on this ask, have some angst and smut.

Miguel goes on a mission and hears some of his biggest fears become reality for this villain, then coming home to you.

TW: Sad story, angst, fear, smut, crying.

Bright red webs shot out of Miguel’s wrists as he yanked himself higher, bloodied and wounded from the mission he was currently on. He didn’t have backup often, but today he needed it, and Hobie was late. He held off the anomaly for as long as he could before Hobie got there, then calling in one more spider as the two could barely hold their own. Lyla sent Ben to help and the three were currently having issues with the beast, a Sandman that was rampaging and aiming straight for a hospital. 

“He’ll break the canon!” Miguel’s voice was hoarse as Hobie webbed the Sandman, him and Ben grabbing the enemy as Miguel threw a trap at its feet. 

“Let me out!” He bellowed as lazers surrounded him and kept him trapped in the nanotechnology. Miguel’s shoulders heaved as the sandman pounded on the buzzing tech and finally fell to his knees. 

“Please let me out… I just… I lost my family.” He froze at the villain's words, eyes glancing back at the cowering man. “You lost them?”

“My wife was going to divorce me and take my daughter, and I lost it… ended up killing them both and now I’m here.” Miguel’s eyes widened at the admission and he felt his heart ache. He knew what that was like, to make an accident and lose everything. 

“You’ll be back home soon.” He answered, trying to keep a straight face and now frown too much. He didn’t want the other two spiders to see any type of vulnerable reaction. 

His mind ran back to Gabriella, to how she smiled and the day she disappeared in his arms from his own doing. 

And then he thought of you. 

You with your soft hair and magnetic smile, melodic voice that made him feel easy when he needed to calm down. 

As Hobie went to take the villain away, Miguel stopped him. 

“Why was she going to divorce you?” He looked down at the man curiously. 

“She said I worked too much, I neglected her and our daughter…” He rambled and Miguel stayed quiet, then letting Ben and Hobie take him back to HQ. 

His mind was racing from the villain's words. 

Had he been neglecting you?

He did work a lot, and recently, you’d both been very busy. The spot anomaly was taking up most of his days and nights, usually leaving you alone for long periods unless it was just cuddling your sleeping form and waking up to you gone, cooking him lunch and wrapping it up in a bag for him to take to HQ. 

See, you both were busy, it wasn’t just him. 

But the nagging in the back of his mind didn’t stop. 

He finished the paper work he needed to in a frantic rush, scribbling and typing as fast as he could. He needed to see you, talk to you, hear you say that you still loved him. 

He’d almost failed to ‘thread the needle’ like he taught all recruits, on his way home, almost in a manic state as he climbed up the side of your shared apartment building with his claws. Hopping onto your balcony, he quietly slid open the glass door and heard you humming quietly, the shower running. You hummed when you were thinking, which worried him. What were You thinking about? 

“Mi reina?” He called out, testing if you seemed upset with him or not. 

“Miguelito?” You answered, popping your head out of the bathroom and smiling. “You’re home early, did something happen at HQ?” You inquired, going back into the bathroom to get back in the shower. He pulled his clothing off as he followed you like a puppy, hands itching to touch your celestial skin. A trail of his clothes could be found from the living room to the bathroom door, as he saw your frame behind the glass shower door, scrubbing your scalp. His hands found the bathroom door as he tapped gently, watching you turn and give him a gentle smile. “Hard day?” 

He slides open the door and wraps his arms around you as he steps inside, tucking his head into your shoulder as the warm water heats up the air around you both. You can feel the tension in his shoulders as he leans his head on your shoulder and slumps forward to lean a bit on you. You let out a little surprised laugh as you card your fingers through his hair and hear him give a soft sigh of comfort. 

“Just need you.” He mumbles and closes his eyes, gripping your hips tightly. You understood the unspoken confession; he needed comfort. 

Turning to face him, your hands tangled into his brown curls as the water bounced off of his broad back and you planted soft, gentle kisses to his shoulder while his forehead creased deeper. He couldn’t turn off his mind, the curse of being brilliant, but you knew how to at least quiet the thoughts. Pulling his face to yours, you finally collided your lips with his and kissed him in languide, relaxed strokes of your tongue against his. 

“Bebe…” He whispered against your mouth and sank deeper into your embrace, needing the comfort and love you gave him. 

“I know.” You moved to turn off the water and pull him out of the shower towards your bedroom, but he couldn’t wait any longer. Lifting you up, he sat you on the counter and tucked his head into the crook of your neck, kissing his way down toward your naval and between your thighs. His tongue licked flat against your folds and your spine shot up straight with electricity, eyes fluttering shut from pleasure. His eyes caught the sight of you blushing from his mouth and continued to slowly dine on you, a never ending dinner of sounds he could eat up and not once get full. His fingers held the plush of your legs and moved one calf over his shoulder, pushing his nose against your bundle of nerves and making you whine louder, flicking his tongue into your hole with practiced movements he knew you loved. His pretty little wife was his biggest weakness, and he was yours as well, always addicted to being on him, around him, full of him. Miguel sucked on you and made your head feel light, snapping your hips a bit into his face and turning even more red from not being able to control your own body because of him. Your orgasm hit like a wall and you shivered, clenching on his tongue as he slowed to let you roll through it with ease. 

Standing up once more, he slotted himself between your legs and you held his face in your smaller hands, eyes connected and refusing to look away from each other. 

“Miguelito… Did something happen?” You whispered and he just nodded, his thumb finding your clit and forcing a pitiful sound from your throat. He didn’t want to talk about it, that was now clear, and you would do anything to help him feel better. “So beautiful…” He mumbled as he pushed the head of his cock against you, sliding against your wet juices now soaking him and finally pushing into you. The stretch burned for a split second before his cock nudged a spot that made your vision blur around the edges and your mouth drop open. The grunt he released was one of need, of relief, and it made you even more hungry for him, to sooth him. His hands fell to your waist as he began a steady, even pace and rocked against you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Leaning your forehead to his chest, you could barely breathe as you felt so imbued with him and only him. Every pent up emotion seemed to pour out of him when you two had sex, and right now, his upset dripped from his skin like honey. The tension was thick with underlying love and urgency. 

The pace never got much quicker, he continued to move in tandem with you as you cried out and felt him hitting every spot he knew you loved, the soaked cavern of your body becoming a home for him now. 

His eyes watched as your face contorted and flinched at every pull of his cock inside of you, gasping a bit every thrust back in. You felt the hot sensation building in your lower body once more, the flex of your leg muscles as your body shook, heels pushing into his back and egging him to keep going. “I’m so close…” You whispered, pitching becoming higher and higher as you felt tears prick your eyes from stimulation of his head bumping your sensitive spots continuously. 

“Let go, mi vida.” He instructed you and just his words had a masterful effect on you, shaking and sobbing through the slow orgasm that held your mind in a chokehold and your body captive. He followed behind you, feeling your whole being convulse and shudder because of him. White painted your insides as he stilled and forced the combined essence of you both as far in you as it could be. He huffed and panted with you, the sound of your heaving breaths all that could be heard. Your eyes scanned him over to check on him, and that’s when you noticed his eyes becoming glassy and wet. 

“Oh, darling…” You spoke and cupped his face again, leaning your head to his and hearing him sniffle. “Please don’t leave… I love you, I’m sorry…” A cold sweat broke over you at his begging and you stared at him, confused. 

“What did you do?” You asked, fear lacing your veins. 

“I’ve been neglecting you, I haven’t been good enough for you-” 

“Oh, no no, Miguel.” You interrupted him and pressed a finger to his lips to quiet him. “You haven’t neglected me, you’re busy. I’m here, I promise, stop worrying about us. I love you.” You assured and pet his cheek a bit, trying to give him some peace of mind.

“I’m right here.”

[kairiscorner]

omgomg imagine reader being the radio announcer at the hq and miles and his gang came and messed around in her studio playing a super bass boosted version of barbie girl it almost sounds like earrape or they do sum silly shit like putting on goofy sound effects on the hq’s speakers (it completely pisses miguel off but readers just vibin ;p)

OH LMAO I HAD AN IDEA LIKE THIS WHATTTTT omg i should write about that, BUT THIS IS TOO GOOD TO PASS UP HEHE (sorry for the shitty spanish aaaaaa)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara x radio announcer!reader

greeting everyone in HQ a good morning and reading out reminders from miguel and the other higher-ups, occasionally taking song requests and reading out anonymous messages left for you to read aloud from all kinds of people in the spider society, was your daily routine that you never tired of doing. you always had a beautiful, melodic voice; it was an unforgettable, sweet one that everyone yearned to hear. without your voice, how could anyone start their day? well... they could always start it with an unscheduled, unplanned airing of a very crispy version of 'barbie girl' by aqua at 6:30 AM in the morning.

as you drank your coffee at your booth, surprised that the song was playing but not too surprised that you began wheezing it out of your mouth, you looked around as to what could've been making that noise. being an expert here at the radio booth, you knew exactly where to look; since you never got any request that you knew of to play such a bass boosted song, you knew from the get-go that you were being hijacked. you saw that a few cables and wires were stolen, and they lead all the way to... downstairs. you looked down, and there were the four trouble makers: miles, gwen, pav, and hobie. they all smirked, grinned, stifled laughter, and showed you a thumbs up.

you heard the crashing of glass nearby and the scraping of metal not long after, you cheered the kids on with a smile as you heard angry screaming in spanish and english by a familiar, groggy and deep, guttural voice from a man who did not want to be bothered by his 30 minute slumber. thus, miguel o'hara has awoke. he yelled up at your booth with bloodshot eyes and furrowed brows, "qué es ese maldito ruido?! did you authorize for this shit to be broadcasted at 6 FUCKING 30 IN THE MORNING?!" miguel exclaimed in an angry voice as you looked down at him with a sly smile and with mischievous eyes. "don't look at me... i'll get shy." you teased with a slight wink as miguel looked at you all confused and frustrated.

you didn't sell the kids out, you bought them just enough time to run off scot-free as miguel remained ever so angry at whoever played that damn, bothersome music so early in the morning. you'd feel bad... but being able to see him in such tiny boxers that he wears to bed with disheveled hair and hearing his low, sleepy voice was quite the treat for your eyes. maybe you should let these kids hijack your station more often, no?

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @melovetitties @arachnoia @ophanimgold @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @simsrandomstuff @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok

[sunarc]

HQ boys as Love Songs

a/n: Uhhhhhh hi so I made this and I wanted to include some of my favorite artist. I thought why not do one of theses with artist other than most of ones ive seen. If you haven’t heard some of these songs and artist nows a chance to enjoy some new music. Please enjoy the music links I’ve made for you and let me know if you want more

Bokuto Yebba’s Heartbreak by Drake/Yebba

“And all the times you wasn't chosen, well, I'll make it up to you

All of the feelings you're not showing

When your river's overflowing, mmm”

Bokuto falls in love with you the moment he meets you. He knows people talk about how love at first sight isn’t real but all he can think about when he sees you is how he wants to have you in his life forever.Bokuto knows you can handle things on your own but he wants to shelter you through any storm that comes. You have his heart and if there's ever a time when you feel overwhelmed or that everything is just too much Bokuto will always be there to wipe away every tear that may drop. He loves you too deeply to ever watch you fall. 

Kita Picture Perfect by Jhene Aiko

“Too perfect of a thing

Too a perfect, you're a dream

Too good to touch

Too good, too much

Much too perfect to be reality”

Loving you feels like a dream, it’s so calm and blissful and Kita can’t help but to catch himself randomly smiling at the thought of you. You have him under a spell. He finds himself daydreaming of you any moment he gets. Getting to see your smile makes Kita’s heart skip a beat. In any reality or dimension Kita knows he’d fall in love with you each and every time. The words fall past his lips so easily. He’s like a kid who has found an endless supply of candy. He feels himself blushing and getting shy at the mere thought of you. You are the soft melodic feeling that Kita has been waiting for and he never wants to lose the feeling

Suna Frozen by Sabrina Claudio

“Cover the window and come uncover me

Let's forget the world even exists

Cause nothing compares to this”

Suna feels like his heart might jump out of his chest. He’s never felt like this over someone. The way your skin feels against his and the way your breathing has calmed he can tell you are asleep. He refuses to move for the fear that he may disturb you. You look so beautiful like this. The world seems to fade away and all that's left is you. There’s your tank top that keeps falling off your shoulder. There’s the blanket that covers the two of you. There you snoring ever so softly but it's the cutest thing Suna has ever seen. And there’s him. There’s Suna laying with you holding your head against his chest and wondering what he did to deserve you. Suna isn’t sure and he’s not sure if he’ll ever know. All he can think right now is how he never wants this moment to end.

Ushijima Everything by Kehlani

“Love the way you teach me

Love the way you listen

You know all my details

You so damn attentive”

Ushijima feels so shy around you. His tall and strict demeanor crumbles whenever you’re around. You know so much about him and he is the same. He can’t help but pay such close attention to you. From your favorite color to your favorite book he knows all of it. He likes to keep track of all these things so that he can gift you with your favorite things to show you his love. He’s not great with his words but he is a giver. He’s so good at listening to you. He pays attention and is thoughtful. He’s a man of very little words but his actions speak a thousand words within themself.

Sakusa Find someone like you by Snoh  Aalegra

“Nothing's ever perfect but you're perfect to me (uh huh)

And fuck bein' asleep, you're a dream, I need you

Though we got a past, I want you, yeah

And even when it's bad, I love you”      

Sakusa knows he can be a bit difficult to be with. He knows he’s a lot to handle yet somehow you love him through it all. He’s never loved someone so deeply. With  you everything feels different. He feel like he’s floating on cloud nine with you around. You’re so sweet and gentle with him and Sakusa can imagine living in a world without you. You’re so perfect to him. He has spent his entire life desiring the feeling of needing something and he’s finally found that in you. Sakusa needs you more than anything in this world. He feels so at peace around you. He can’t believe he’s found someone like you. He can only dream that you feel the same way as him.

[benevolentcalamity]

In Her Eyes [Makima x Female!Reader]

Disclaimer: I have not watched an episode of Chainsaw Man before writing this. I do plan to sit down and watch it, but I do know enough to have a grasp on Makima and some other characters. (Why does Aki's English voice sound like a Lifetime heartthrob divorce attorney)

CURTAINS!

Nobody in your life had dared to call you passive. You, a woman just making it in a world where the war against the devils can - and will - risk you being collateral damage. Bouncing around job after job as a direct consequence of the strife, the only reason you've even managed to go on is seeing the Public Safety Devil Hunters cleaning up the mess. The Gun Devil's certainly created quite a mess...

Not to say that this conflict hasn't directly affected you as well, not just in terms of your home being destroyed in crossfire. Your family scattered like ants trying to get out of this place, effectively leaving you to face the music. The irony is most saddening there, considering you're alive and... Well, that song and dance is an everyday one anymore.

Well, all that's passed over and now you're here, free of your bra and pants after a hard day at work. To be specific about the job you work now, you're a mechanic that mostly works with cars. Considering you work in the same city as the Public Safety HQ, your boss had recently decided to train all of you in how to assemble/clean guns as well.

Who knew that today would be the day you got to experience an RPG cannon? And who knew that they were an absolute bitch to clean?

I guess I'd rather work kill me than anything else... You huff.

Eventually your legs fly up, and you 'catapult' yourself onto your feet. That's quite enough of that - you have to get yourself something to eat. If you don't, you'll go to bed hating yourself, which you do not need help with these days.

So you assemble a pot, some vegetables, some meat you had in the fridge... Maybe some bomb beef udon? Getting the pot on the stove, you reach for the dial-

ding-dong!

SHIT!

Flying into a panic - you're never keen on greeting people in your underwear - you run around your apartment, eventually saying 'fuck it' and ditching your dirty clothes for a nice shirt and dress pants. A second ding-dong on the door has you shifting into a full sprint, and you wash your face of excess filth and straighten out your hair.

"Coming!" You call, and you're at the door in record time. Taking a deep breath and making last minute adjustments you grab it, composing yourself and opening it prepared to make a million apologies.

Standing there, without the faintest annoyance on her face, is a woman, slender and elegant. Bright pink hair is put up in a bun, some strands framing her face like a delicate portrait. Her lips are shining with recently applied balm, and her faint aroma of paper and perfume reaches your nostrils in a blink.

But it's her eyes that captivate you most. They're a deep, almost glowing amberish-orange, an odd but not unordinary pattern dancing about her pupils. In the time it takes your gazes to meet, she's already torn right into your insides, probing them with just her gentle yet intense stare.

It's like this for a moment, you standing frozen in your doorway, her seeming to just stare straight into your soul and back again, and then you register her head slanting to the side along a crease of her brow, and that's where you realize she just asked you a question.

Blinking out of your stupor, you bow in apology, swallowing. "Please excuse me, ma'am, it's been a long day at work and I'm tired. Can you please repeat that?"

Her head straightens, and again she doesn't look the least bit bothered. "Is this [Name] [Last Name]'s residence?" She asks. She sounds so melodic...

"I am she," You reply with a nod. "Who are you?"

Her lips curve into a perfect smile. "My name is Makima, and I am with the Public Safety Devil Hunters. Do you have time to talk?"

Oh, shit! "Yes, of course. Please, come inside." You stand aside, and she does, taking off her shoes and stepping in. Closing the door behind her, you lead her further inside. "Please, sit down. I'm just in the process of making something to eat. Can I offer you any, or make you some coffee?" The general rules of hospitality are not lost on you, and she doesn't look at all put out or annoyed at your house not being clean. "I'm sorry, by the way, I wasn't expecting company."

"No, it's quite alright." She meets your eyes with that smile never fading. "A little disorganization never bothers me."

Relieved, you can't help but reflect her. "That's a relief. My job takes up a lot of my time."

She pouts in thought, tapping her index to her chin. "You're... one of the mechanics of Hishegawa, aren't you?"

You blink. "How did you know that?"

Not being able to help but chortle, she returns her expression to that smile. "Your work's popular among my group, you know. In fact, I've heard them ask for you specifically."

With your chest swelling with pride, your cheeks are dusted pink and the days exhaustion seems to fall right off your shoulders.

"I'm happy to hear that." You mean it. "I was starting to think that my work wasn't really that important."

"Well you certainly contribute a lot to the war, I should tell you." Makima takes a seat on the sofa, elegantly crossing her one leg. Everything she does seems so perfect... "But then there's your question. I've eaten, but if your coffee pot is going..."

You glance over at it. It's brewing. "Any cream or sugar?"

"No, just black is fine."

Now, something you didn't learn until your late father showed you, it is very safe to pull the pot out while the coffee's brewing. You just need to be mindful of putting it back in time lest it overflow. So you grab a sizable mug, fill it up, and bring it out, placing it in her awaiting hands.

"Thank you very much," She smiles, sipping it without even a wince. It is cold outside...

Sitting down nearby, you tilt your head. "Did you have business with me, Miss Makima?" you ask.

"Ah, yes, that." She sets the mug down and puts her hands in her lap, interlocking her fingers. "I hope you don't mind, but I did ask Hishegawa-san for your information." Ex-pardon me, what? "Nothing too invasive, however. Simply your resume and some background information - the sort of thing that pops up when you interview for something new." Oh. "From what I understand, you've been just about everywhere."

You sigh, head slumping a little. "I've had to learn and do so much training, only for it to go to waste when the devils would attack once more," You explain. "Hishegawa's is the longest job I've had, which might just be the universe giving me a break for once."

"What a shame." Her voice doesn't imply any sort of sarcasm or something like that... Rather, she's attentive, eyes not leaving you for even a moment. "And then you come home and even I can tell you're tired."

"Which proves I made a good choice, to be frank with you," You chuckle. "I'm not fit to fight devils, so I'm way better off just working with weaponry."

"On the contrary." Your brow arches as she scoots forward in her seat, uncrossing her legs. "The shifts are long and arduous, and you've adapted to them to where you can still function when you come home, correct?"

"Uh, yea." What is she getting at?

"And, you know how this sort of weaponry works to be able to clean it, right?"

"Mhm."

"So, say you do wind up being a combatant. You'd more specialize in long-ranged combat and artillery, which would be valuable even among those with contracts that can make up for what they're lacking." Her back straightens, and for a moment you're perfectly entranced. "And, the work we do is less arduous because we're not cleaning our weaponry all the time, and the paycheck, you could say, is an additional pace."

She looks right into your eyes, and for a moment there's a sensation like millions of tiny hands holding your head completely still.

"[Name]."

"Ah... Yes...?" Your voice grows faint, and she draws a bit closer.

"Join the Devil Hunters."

Your chest tightens, and for the briefest of moments almost imaginary, your very body stills. Something wraps around your heart, pulling it closer to her, almost, as though sensing your slow gravitation to her without even a physical beckon.

Is something wrong with me?

The room's gone completely silent. Even the TV, which is supposed to fill the void that pulls you into your own head, isn't making a peep. Right here, right now, it's just you, held in the allure of this strangely perfect, yet mysteriously ominous, woman. Her very presence is a spell, one even the most vigilant of ladies and gentlemen will find themselves enraptured in.

And for a moment, you wonder if she's even human.

"Your work will be much less tiring, and you'll surely be more satisfied in the day knowing that you'll have a job that won't be stolen from you by the war, and you'll have a bigger paycheck and more energy than you know what to do with. Surely, even, a boss that doesn't pick apart every little flaw is appealing on their own," She adds, voice a bit lower.

Oh... my... gosh...

She makes an almost satisfied hum, smiling, setting her empty mug of coffee aside, the sound pulling you from your stupor in enough time to register her scooping up your hand and placing a business card into it.

"Just think about it for a little bit, and in the meantime we'll be watching over you with great interest." She softly pats your shoulder, passing you by as though you're not making the most calmly disturbed expression a horror movie could never replicate. "And just let me know your answer using the number, or if you know someone that's interested in becoming one, give them a heads-up. But in the meantime..."

Just when she's at the door with her shoes on, she casts her head over her shoulder, her smile only growing.

"I look forward to hearing from you, Miss [Name]. Thank you very much for the coffee, it was delicious."

Your mouth opens and you reach for her, but by the time you've returned to your normal self she's gone.

Trembling, your eyes fall to the card in your one hand. It's a simple business card of the Public Safety Devil Hunters, with her picture on it as a face to refer to and a number, along with some other inquiries and the sort. It's perfectly legitimate, too, with an insignia of governmental approval.

The offer itself is appealing, but Makima's gaze... Refusal doesn't feel like an option, gently teased from your reach the moment she had met your eyes.

Will you abandon the course of your life for a new one, with more danger but possibly new doors of opportunity? A meaningful place to put your newfound knowledge, but a deep dive into the unknown?

You swallow.

Makima...

As though in a trance, you punch in the number as the water in the kitchen comes to a rolling boil.

[prvtocol]

@rebelichor : Brianne Landry, Director of Science Operations and evidently a double-edged weapon that cut both ways. She helped, and she hurt. She was with, but she she was against. The Resistance based in the Western Frontier were wary about an alliance, given the immense presence of Security Operations and how much of a crisis any leaked intel would create. There had additionally been mixed feelings about engaging with a woman so high up in one of the Resources Development Administration's most secretive operations — their business was very much behind closed doors. Trust was lacking. On both sides, naturally. The meeting point was inside an abandoned research facility. The River Delta Station, Brianne would arrive by covert water transportation and as the only Sarentu bonded to an Ikran, Ariadne arrived on the outskirts of the marshes on the back of Katir. It was a brilliant location for the Director to choose. The Waterway Valley was more accessible, no sheer cliffs or difficult local weather patterns to navigate. Though there was also no Na'vi interference. Two outposts acted as a wall, a hydro injector neighbouring steam injector towers that guaranteed their privacy. Even though she had more of a diplomatic heart, Ahri would have been a fool if she wasn't even a little uneasy as she dismounted and gave a hearty pat to Katir's curious head. "Easy girl. Stay here, okay?" The throaty complaint of an ikran pierced the blanket of silence. Her arrival was hardly a secret now, though she felt prickles wash over her skin, as though she had already been watched. Unlike most abandoned facilities, this one had already been powered up again, and there was a faint scent that trailed in the air. It was with a crouch that the young Na'vi followed her nose into the small building, her tail sweeping and making contact with some of the equipment with a heavy thud. Her nerves were showing but she wouldn't admit to it.

The glitches of a dilapidated old computer console hold the director’s interest just as much as the overgrown potted plants at its side, but her snooping around the abandoned research facility comes to an end with the sudden awareness of another’s presence in the vicinity — the guttural chirp of a large animal hits her ears. Pin straight posture returns, elbows bending and hands folding softly at her front in nervous anticipation of the expected company to enter. 

Behind the perspex shield of her mask, bright eyes scan the blue features and bright accouterments donning the young Na’vi woman who enters, and slightly clumsily at that. The thud raises the eyebrows on her otherwise neutral facade, but they drop just as fast and a hint of a smile grows; not in amusement but in welcome. Always a woman packaged in polite formality.

That Brianne is mildly disappointed at the chosen interlocutor will not move her features, unlike the concern held with being confronted by someone twice her size. Her hands wring at her front in discomfort. Messages sent by an encrypted comm-unit were not enough for the Resistance here to agree to work with her. Still, perhaps she should have sent a proxy also rather than go it herself. Too late now.

“I was expecting the courtesy of making Dr. Cortez’s acquaintence since I understand she is in charge of the Resistance in these parts. And you, you are not her.” Unlike her posture's rigidity, her posh and accented voice is soft and melodic in its pacing with a put-on unaffectedness that pairs with her high position in the RDA. “But,” she continues less dull and with head canting and a closed-mouth smile stretching in hope to invite trust into the arrangement. “You must be someone just as significant.”

The desire to appear trustworthy might seem contrary to someone willing to betray her people. If Mercer was more sound of mind and SecOps less in control of HQ, maybe she wouldn’t be here — but witnessing her subdivision scramble to keep afloat their research objectives amid funding cuts and her scientists incessantly put at risk and losing their lives in the field results in drastic measures. She seeks not an alliance per se, but a mutually beneficial scratch of each other’s backs.

“May I assume you understand my language?” 

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

XYZ - What Keeps Me Loving You Melodic Rock Hard Rock HQ VIDEO

[louisupdates]

FITFWT23: LAVAL QC

Concert number: 3

Date: 29 May 2023

Place: PLACE BELL

Capacity: 10,000

Full livestream [x] [x] [x]

Louis’ tweets: [x] [x] [x]

Steve Durham tweet

LTHQ Twitter, Instagram, Joshua, Joshua

Concert Group Picture, Isaac

Fashion: Palace x Adidas shirt, Ahluwalia shirt, Adidas shoes, By Parra shirt

Lithograph, take two

Openers: The Academic, Snarls

Setlist

Photos preshow: [x] [x] [a kitten on a tourbus] [a flag for Oli]

Photos: [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [HQ] [x] [x] [x] [x] [squatting] [x] [profile] [x] [x] [Helen Seamons] [Helen Seamons] [barricade gifs] [Joshua] [venue] [post-show] [with fans] [with fans] [with fans] [with fans] [merch] [merch] [gif] [edit] [Joshua] [Joshua] [Joshua] [Helen Seamons]

Videos: [x]

Speeches: [Laval, scream!] [Best fucking fans in the world] [thank you]

Outro: Downtown, by Petula Clark

Press: Euphoriazine, Canadian Beats, Melodic Magazine, London Cafe, Montreal Rocks

Trends: [Bigger Than Me] [Louis Tomlinson] [Louies]

Louis signed a microphone and clothing to benefit La Fondation Evenko

[muse-music1954]

Russ Ballard - Your time is gonna come [lyrics] (HQ Sound) (AOR/Melodic ... Actully I like this track better

[author-of-all-sins]

House Of Lords - Love Don't Lie Melodic Rock Hard Rock HQ VIDEO

I walk the night alone

Like I'm frozen here in time

Is this love right or wrong

It's still running through my mind

I tried to live without her

Make believe that I don't care

It's hard not to think about her

When her face is everywhere

Now I can finally say that I love her

And I'll never have to hide the truth again

Love don't lie when it's real

I can't pretend I don't care no more

My heart can't hide how I feel

Love don't lie

Love don't lie

The days are filled with laughter

And the nights are filled with tears

If love can last a moment, girl

It can last a thousand years

Love don't lie when it's real

I can't pretend I don't care no more

My heart can't hide how I feel

Love don't lie

Love don't lie when it's real

I can't pretend I don't care no more

My heart can't hide how I feel

Love don't lie

Beautiful song..

[mandymayhemmusic]

Dark Techno set / Livestream - Mandy Mayhem Live from Vegas

Going live at 2:30 am west cost time . 1hr Dark Techno set all originals. Ill be here on tumblr (LOW QUALITY) OR any of these links with HQ/HD VIDEO AND SOUND!! Rave on, PLUR

[columnistfromtheabyss]

Review: Ancestral Blood – Forgotten Myths And Legends – Chapter 1 (Wormholedeath)

My review of Ancestral Blood's Forgotten Myths And Legends – Chapter 1, written for Heavy Music HQ:

Following the traditional principles and keeping the flag of the black metal titans’ empire flying high has always been a point followed by many new bands. But for Ancestral Blood, who happened to be formed in the same historical moment of the late ’90s, is considered as a return to that golden age.

The first sparks of Ancestral Blood’s music were struck in the late ’90s, but a series of unexpected events disrupted the band’s activity. Their debut Forgotten Myths And Legends – Chapter 1 is a time traveler that takes its audience to more than two decades ago, and enthusiastically penetrates the roots of symphonic/melodic black metal. The album mightily fills the audience with joy and wonder, digging into the glorious era when Limbonic Art, Odium, Obtained Enslavement and Cradle of Filth released their finest works and recreates that glory. This is where Forgotten Myths… falls short of its own tone, but it is the masterful re-creation that makes Ancestral Blood’s effort so praiseworthy.

Rating: 4/5

[softeninglooks]

“Welcome to the world of Pokemon! People and Pokemon live together by supporting each other. Some people play with Pokémon, some battle with them. But we don't know everything about Pokemon yet. There are still many mysteries to solve. That's why I study Pokemon every day.” 

a few excerpts from my hq!pokemon fanfiction to pay tribute to this extraordinary franchise. when i was a kid, my biggest dream was that pokemon could be real. i had my first pokemon game when i was eight, and twelve years later my love for this universe is still just as strong. the pokemon world is built on compassion, friendship, and bonds between humans and pokemon. its stories tell us about perseverance and trust, working together and overcoming the biggest challenges because of the support of our friends. writing for it is always a joy.

“On that morning, the sun was leisurely piercing through the green crowns of trees, inundating parts of the smooth stretch of grass with pools of light. Although a crispy breeze swept the leaves, the weather was already warm enough to not worry about getting a cold, and when Tooru’s team jumped out of their Pokeballs, they could immediately feel that the conditions for practice were nothing short of ideal. Milotic happily cruised through the river, which was luckily big enough for the large creature to swim, while Lapras contentedly drifted on the water behind him; Dewgong remained in the grass, stretching out under the sun to bathe in its warmth before plunging into the river; Togekiss took off for a flight around the clearing to loosen himself up, executing loops in the air. Eevee jogged through the grass, looking equally delighted to be in the forest.

Tooru watched the Pokemon warm up with a pleased smile, hands rested against his hips.”

“The trees and bushes echoed with the melodic cries of wild Pokemon, the flutter of leaves, and the creaking of branches. A few rocks stood amidst the current, lapped by white foam, offering something of a natural bridge for adventurous spirits. The clear blue waters ran peacefully along the sandy shores, occasionally disturbed by a water-type Pokemon or a drowsy Lotad getting carried away by the current.“

“All around them, the town was buzzing softly with the occupations of its inhabitants, humans and Pokemon roaming the streets together; a Roselia carried a basket of groceries alongside its equally loaded trainer over here, a group of children playfully chased their Zigzagoon down the street over there. Stopping by a new place throughout his journey was always a delight for Iwaizumi, who had never travelled this much before embarking upon this adventure, and had discovered so many marvelous cities in the region. He was heartened by the number of Pokemon and trainers they could see flocking toward the Pokemon Center.”

“The Seijoh forest was a marvel of life. Swarming with Combees flying back and forth between flowers and beehives, wild Pikachu playing hide and seek among the green bushes, Budews zigzagging through the flowers, it formed an ecosystem of Pokemon who had made a home both in the waters and on the shores; Iwaizumi could barely take a few steps without catching a glimpse of some creature scurrying amidst the trees.” 

“That was nothing short of a miracle—a miracle that could only happen in the world of Pokemon, where mysteries were as numerous as the fantastical creatures that lived in it.” 

[grindpromotionrecords]

On earlier releases Hulder introduced her musical vision in primal form but with a direct sense of grimly melodic intent. Yet it was on debut album ‘Godslastering: Hymns of a Forlorn Peasantry’ that Hulder’s distinct penchant for crafting harsh anthems of mystical, invigorating grandeur and abyssic depth began to fully congeal. Throughout the album Hulder weaves the threads of various Black Metal strands together taking elements of pagan folk, ethereal symphonic majesty and the scraping raw melodicism of the most discordant and ghastly kind. ‘Godslastering…’ paints a vivid picture of lurking medieval darkness and long forgotten lineages plagued by disease and poverty, constantly under threat of armored plunderers with ill intent. In 2021 Hulder began the transformation into a live entity with a full backing band. And while plans exist to take the band far and wide throughout the world, musically Hulder remains the singular vision of its sole creator. First released in late 2020 ‘Godslastering…’ now sees domestic release for the first time via 20 Buck Spin, the band’s new label home. #hulder #godslateringhymnsforaforloenpeasantry #20buckspin #metal #black #blackmetal #mechelen #belgium #vinyl #vinyladdict #vinylcommunity #vinylcollection #vinyldecal #vinylfan #vinylgram #vinylme #vinylpress #vinylrecords #vinylobsessed #vinylclub #vinylwraps #vinylstore #grindpromotionrecords (presso Grindpromotion Records Hq) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkGPZ2mD-Ha/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=