Tagged by the lovely and wonderful @spotsandsocks for fun little something she made up called Music Monday 🎶 This was kinda tough because I have a lot of works that aren't necessarily inspired by music, but I instantly know The Vibe™️ and a song I wanna pair with it. I filtered those out and left all the ones directly inspired by a tune.
Rules: Choose a few fics you wrote that were inspired by a song - not just with song lyrics in title - and share the tune and the link to the fics. If anyone wants to guess which goes with which go for it in comments or tags!
The Sound of My Heart | 20k | M (David/Patrick - Schitt's Creek)
High Like Heaven | 2.1k | T (David/Patrick - Schitt's Creek)
Warm Hellos and Our Last Goodnights | 4.4k | T (David/Patrick - Schitt's Creek) Archive Warning: MCD
I know all your secrets | 4.6k | M (David/Patrick - Schitt's Creek)
Whatever may come (your heart I will choose) | 77.4k | M (Buddie)
watch my shattered edges glisten | WIP | E (Buddie)
run to the water (and find me there) | WIP | ? (Buddie)
no pressure tagging
@actuallyitsellie @loveyouanyway @a-noble-dragon @tizniz @saybiwithme
Mi amor @bidisasterevankinard @shipperqueen6 @ramonaflow @dangerpronebuddie @theotherbuckley
@stereopticons @kitteneddiediaz @daffi-990 darling husband @diazsdimples @your-catfish-friend
@thekristen999 @filet-o-feelings @wikiangela @underwaterninja13 LOML @lizzie-bennetdarcy
@steadfastsaturnsrings @jesuisici33 @rmd-writes @shortsighted-owl @queerbuckleys
@bi-buckrights @elvensorceress @bucksbiawakening @giddyupbuck @hoodie-buck
@ladydorian05 @lemonzestywrites @monsterrae1 @statueinthestone @slightlyobsessedwitheverything
@thewolvesof1998 @vanillahigh00 @welcometololaland @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz
@honestlydarkprincess and anyone else who wants to 😘
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Please do not repost/reupload any of my art here or to any other platform,
or I will be forced to do anything to get it annihilated.
Vijay was first I took pics with those retro tv (not Ry), somehow I missed posting them all the time.
The moment I saw this retro TV prop mod popping up I knew Vijay needs this. I hope one day I can recreate a more realistic dreamy vaporvae set to place him in. He deserves that.
And copper divine (as Arki calls him) posed so well thanks to @halkuonn's classic poses! (I love this set to bits halk! they are so amazing <3)
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It’s a slow descent, all things considered. He’s certainly no stranger to the concept of falling, of being irreparably changed against his will. At least Cazador did him the courtesy of making it swift, of ruining him quick and clean. The breaking was over in an instant, even if the insidious corruption would continue on for centuries. What’d he’d do now, here in this cursed black land, for a faster agony.
Astarion finds it difficult to blame her, which is so wholly outside of his character he wonders at the depths of the tadpole’s interference. There are few things as treasured to him as a scapegoat and by the hells, that’s all he expected her to be. A scapegoat and a victim, every bit the insipid, naive tool he needed to come out the other side of this macabre little adventure intact and improved.
The obnoxious bards that plague his tavern hunting grounds would say that love is an improvement, no matter the form. That to desire something so earnestly is the most divine way to be changed. Up until this moment, watching her sweet talk her way through the damned Moonrise Towers with the ease of a child at play, Astarion would have laughed himself sick in their hideous little faces. His heart wrenches now though, as it stares at him across a dwindling campfire. So much of himself stolen for the twisted amusement of Cazador left him presumably empty, and yet there the core of him sits, torn from his empty ribs and placed writhing in her wanting hand.
How it is that he’s tasted the slick of her, the copper and the sweet, and still feels as though he could never know the depths of her body, of her—gods above what is he doing—soul. The sins of the flesh were something to be wielded like a dagger in the dark. Now he wishes to feel the warm pressure of her hand on his, like a love struck puppy, all bright eyes and innocence. Her affection she gives so freely; Astarion knows that she would hug him, if he asked.
But he can’t ask, can he? Not while the deception still festers. Fucking nine fucking hells how much simpler things were on high, up above these idiot mortals, manipulating her kindness without a care in the world. He wanted her to fall, expected fully that she would. Never, in a thousand lifetimes and across a hundred worlds, could he have guessed it would be him that breaks apart.
And worse than this bitter realization is the horrid understanding that he has to tell her. He has to be honest because it’s beyond his nature not to crave, not to need, and with how surely she’s become the object of all his wretched, loving desires, Astarion must know how this will end.
If she spurns him, it’s not as though he can leave. The breadth of their survival is tangled together like gossamer threads. They need each other now, something that often makes him feel comfort where he once would have harbored acerbic disgust. This dependency, this willingness to give himself away when all he’s ever longed to be was free, it’s a slow death, a writhing crawl toward the end. He’s falling slowly, but it’s a steady thing, and he is selfish enough to want her to catch him when he lands.
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For the ask game
Love song western Monday late night + Wriothesley
Its crazy how specific daylists will get
drunken confessions
alcohol makes for loose lips and loose lips sink ships. you may already be in an underwater fortress, but the saying is still apt. especially with the way wriothesley is leaning against you, cheeks rosy and eyelids beginning to droop. clearly sigewinne was a little heavy-handed with her cocktails.
"am i dreaming ?" he asks, the arm draped over your shoulders pulling you in and smothering you against his chest, stalling your attempt to drag him back to his room. "actually, no. if i were dreaming then we'd be making out right now."
your heart stops, and the two of you almost fall over. "you dream about kissing me?"
"only every night."
daylist ask game
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Speaking of cats!!!!
I totally downloaded Neko Atsume it is so darn cute I love it sm
Fred is dumb and I love him, I have tons of favorites but some that stuck out to me Tabitha, Willow and snowball (and princess and pepper)
YESSSSSS I'm bringing back the cat game!!! >:3c
I'm glad you're having fun with it!! :D I can't believe I forgot how cute it was but now I'm checking it all the time lol I think the new one got pushed back but it's supposed to be coming out this year still and I can't wait ^^
AND!!!! Fred is one of my faves too!! And Snowball my beloved, precious starter kitty. I think my favourite is Pickles, they're just the sweetest to me. But they're all so cute, it's such a fun lil game
(Also when I first got it like almost a decade ago I used to rename the cats after my blorbos at the time so I decided to try it again this time with the skeletons, and Fred is the one I renamed to Killer and Pepper is the one I renamed to Nightmare lol)
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