#music meister fanfiction

[i-dont-hyperfixate-on-fandoms]

Vocal Rest

A Music Meister x OC fanfiction

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Word count: 699

Warnings: Electrocution, break-in, discomfort

Tropes: Dancing, teasing

Synopsis: Why would a singing-centered villain go on vocal rest while committing a crime? The world may never know.

Ships: Music Meister x OC

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Her brunch was paused by the shrieking alarm of the bank next door, but it was completely halted when the café wall adjacent to the bank was demolished into rubble and flying debris. Melody immediately ducked under her table to avoid the detritus, as did many of the other patrons. Melody covered her mouth while frantically trying to make eye contact with the other guests. As the dust started to settle in the room, her fears only heightened.

The figure of a man loomed in the still somewhat hazy air pouring out from the newly-collapsed wall. As the man came into view, a squeal threatened to slip through Melody’s clasped mouth. Not him. He stood tall amongst the wreckage, a glowing staff in his hand pointed at a frozen patron. Not a word emerged from him as he shot some sort of electric pulse from the staff, causing his victim to lift into the air for a moment before being violently shocked and limply dropped to the floor. The perpetrator grinned devilishly at his target’s collapse before scanning around the room as if to ask “Anyone else care to test me?”

The thing that frightened Melody the most, however, was this man’s silence. The Music Meister was not known for being quiet, so this deafening nothingness was… uncanny, to say the least. Especially since his main superpower was his vocal hypnosis. But her curiosity about his muteness was overshadowed by her paralyzation at the sound of his approaching footsteps. A whimper left Melody’s lips, causing the tall man to stop just as he was passing her hiding spot.

Fuck.

The scoundrel stepped back towards her as she silently cursed herself out.

Why did I do that? Why did I fucking do that? I’m going to die because i couldn’t stop myself from making a single peep. Please, god, let him go past me again. I’m going to be electrocuted like th—

“Ah!” He exclaimed, on his knees to peek at her. His sickening grin spread across his face once more, leading Melody to retreat slightly below the table. The man chuckled lightly at this, before pushing her table to the side. But instead of attacking her, the Music Meister simply grabbed her wrists to pull her up. A nearby bystander attempted to bolt toward the rogue. He was immediately shocked by the villain’s staff, said villain never breaking his eyes from Melody as he pulled her into a slow-dance position and began to sway.

“Wh-What?” Melody questioned, unable to defy his clutch.

The Music Meister merely laughed gently and continued to dance with her, before answering very quietly. “Don’t you remember me? I let you go from my heist a week or so ago,” he remarked, “it’d be a shame for someone as remarkable as yourself to forget that encounter of ours–”

Melody, without thinking, cut him off from his ramblings. “Why are you being so quiet?”

Any other person he interacted with could have been killed for questioning him like that, but when it came to her, the villain couldn’t help but laugh yet again.

“Surely you know the importance of vocal rest, darling~” he replied. The man slid a hand under Melody’s chin and lifted it towards him, before tracing down her neck to her jugular. She shivered in response, deeply unsettled. “After all,” he continued, “your voice is a weapon, and you have to maintain such a tool.”

“Why would you go on vocal rest while committing crimes? You’re fighting empty-handed,” Melody retorted, grimacing as the rogue tore his hand away from her neck.

“Fair question. I guess it doesn’t always matter to me what I fight with, as long as I have something,” he rolled his eyes, gesturing to the staff clutched in one of his hands.

The faint roar of sirens started to near the café, causing the Music Meister to hesitantly release his prey. “I do believe that’s my cue to exit,” he sighed. But before Melody could fully escape him, he seized her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“Adieu, Songbird~”

And with that last taunt, the villain burst through the door and started to flee on a music-themed motorcycle.

[villainsletter]

NSFW HEADCANNON OF THE DAY!

MUSIC MEISTER

TW: Sexual Themes, Exhibitionsm, Masturbation, Gentle Femdom, Cum

Well, Music Meister may be a pretty eccentric man, but he's a passionate guy. He creates nicknames for you like baby, love, my lady.

It will depend a lot on his mood and his hair. He has a unique way of loving which when we talk about more intimate moments can include.

Exhibitionsm:

It's to be expected, have you looked at him?

With your consent of course he will touch you in public, which could range from holding your hand and maybe kissing you to sex, yes, sex.

He could masturbate you in public with no problem, penetrate you in public, push you to your limit.

And that would make him feel that he is not only powerful but also loved.

Maybe this young villain never thought of having someone wanting him so badly that would let him fuck you in front of anyone, even the Justice League.

Another type he likes is windows or glass doors, he will fuck you from behind against a window in the most desperate and dramatic way you can envision, your moans echoing in his head, but in yours all there is the sound of the man who is giving you so much pleasure.

Gentle Femdom:

As much as he acts like he always feels 100% confident and awesome all the time, well it's not true, nobody is iron not even the great Music Meister.

So please praise him, kiss his pathetic face until he doesn't think terrible things about himself anymore.

He is an expressive lover, he wants you to know that you are loved and desired, he will kiss your thighs, your feet. You naked, in his bed perhaps with only thin sheets covering your body, he would gently uncover you and in return you would say “Good boy, come closer. I want to touch you.”

And then the hypnotist would become hypnotized, the man crawling on the bed until he was between your legs and answering "Yes my Angel of Music."

With you on top putting his face against your chest or fucking him from the side while touching and kissing his whole body is perfect.

In more everyday moments he would go all melted if you pleased him with unexpected touches.

Hug him from behind when he's planning to destroy someone, kiss the back of his head or neck when he's explaining a new idea to you, caress his waist, rub his thighs and even his ass.

It's fun to see him blush.

PTBR

Bem, Music Meister pode ser um homem bem excêntrico, mas é um cara apaixonado.

Ele cria apelidos para você como baby, amor, minha lady. Vai depender muito do humor e do cabelo dele.

Tendo um jeito único de amar, que quando falamos de momentos mais íntimos pode incluir.

 Exhibitionsm:

É de se esperar, já olhou para ele? 

Com o seu consentimento é claro ele lhe tocari em público, o que poderia ir desde segurar a sua mão e talvez beija-la até sexo, sim, sexo.

Ele poderia te masturbar em público sem problema algum, penetrar em você em público, te fazer chegar ao seu limite.

E isso o faria sentir que não é apenas poderoso, mas também amado.

Talvez  esse jovem vilão nunca pensou em ter alguém que o desejasse tanto ao ponto de o deixar te foder na frente de qualquer um, até na frente da Liga da Justiça.

Outro tipo que ele gosta é janelas ou portas de vidro, ele vai te foder por trás contra uma janela da maneira mias desesperada e dramática que você consiga visualizar, seus gemidos ecoando na cabeça dele, mas na sua tudo que há é o som da voz do homem que está lhe dando tanto prazer.

Gentle Femdom:

Por mais que ele aja como sempre se sentisse 100% confiante e incrível o tempo todo, bem, não é verdade, ninguém é de ferro nem mesmo o grande Music Meister.

Então por favor, o elogie, beije o rosto patético dele até ele não pensar mais coisas terríveis dele mesmo.

Ele é um amante expressivo, ele quer que você saiba que é amada e desejada, ele vai beijar suas coxas, seus pés, você nua, na cama dele talvez tendo apenas finos lençóis cobrindo seu corpo, ele lhe descobriria delicadamente e em troca você lhe diria “Bom garoto, chegue mais perto. Quero lhe tocar.”

E então o hipnotizador se tornaria hipnotizado, o homem engatinhando na cama até se por no meio das suas pernas e lhe responder “Sim meu Anjo da Música.”

Com você por cima colocando o rosto dele contra o seu peito ou o fodendo de lado enquanto toca e beija o corpo dele todo é perfeito.

Em momentos mais cotidianos ele ficaria todo derretido se você o agradasse com toques inesperados.

O abrace por trás quando ele estiver planejando destruir alguém, beije a nuca ou o pescoço dele quando ele estiver explicando uma ideia nova para você, acaricie a cintura dele, esfregue suas coxas e até sua bunda. É divertido vê-lo ficar vermelho.    

[luckyspade-8]

Lip, Sync, BUST!

Music Meister x GN! Singer!Reader

Song: House of the Rising Sun (a cover by @forkgirl ,in a discord server i'm in.)

Summary: You are the voice behind one person's career. But Music Meister makes sure everyone knows who Really was the face behind the voice.

It was another night at the high end club you went to, country night to be in fact. You were backstage, getting your mic ready, as it was the one actually connected to the speakers of the stage. The "singer" was getting their make-up on. Their mic on stage was just there for the illusion. The one you happened to be a part of. Darius was never thrilled you even took up this job. "The audience deserves to hear your voice with YOUR face! Not this ad for a beauty product" was what he said when he found out. 

Having an incredible voice, you can see why he is so upset the owner doesn't want you actually on stage. The owner just had his preference of faces for his club, besides, it paid well enough. You just wished for some credit once in a while. Little did you know, Darius had his own idea of credit, and it was far from little.

As the guitar starts to play, the singer walks across the stage. That's your cue. They open their lips and you start to sing from behind the curtain, with them standing in front of it. Little did anyone know, Darius took over the band and started to play as lead guitar. 

 There is a House in New Orleans.

They call The Rising sun.

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.

And God, I know I'm one.

You started out, your voice able to show how the song should feel, compared to whatever was across the singer's face. Darrius starts his master plan.

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans.

The blue curtain in front of you starts to move, but too deep into the song, you don't simply notice it. You worked as you always do.

My father was a gamblin man

Down in New Orleans

  It was a gamble alright. The crowd starts to whisper as the curtain slowly rises, ever so inching upwards, just like his smile.

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

You had traveled a lot to find somewhere to sing, Darius knew that since you both were in Elementary together. You never got the lead since it was always based on popularity. How it set him off he got stuck with some pretty face with a subpar voice compared to you. And the fact you settled for less yet again reignited that flame.

And the only time he'll be satisfied

Is when he's all drunk

   You always tried your best to not spill your heart out about it to Darius, knowing he wants you to be his second lead for everything. But when you get 'drunk' on the emotions and stress, you just can't help telling him how much the work with no credit hurts, never satisfied with it.

Oh, mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

  You belted out, feeling your emotions well up again, as they always do. The curtain now rises over your head, the spotlight burning your skin. You continued on, not aware of what's going on. 

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

  As you sing on, the face stops and stares at you. All eyes are on you now, but you can't see them with your eyes closed. Cameras clicking and recording, people quietly gasping, It all must be in your mind. You normally did that to ignore the pain every time. Darrius always sang with you afterwards, to help with your emotions.

Well, I got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

He never liked the fact you do it all over again. It wasn't for the money, but in hopes you can get a chance to sing in the spotlight on a stage. He will give it to you, knowing you deserve it and more.

I'm goin' back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

 He would give the entire world to you. And he will have them hear you, this time around. Your voice does truly match your face, and it's high time the world knew about the fraud.

Well, there is a house in New Orleans

They call The Rising Sun

You start to finish out the song, now standing up from your stool. Holding one hand to your chest, you finally finish out the song.

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God, I know I'm one

You bow as you have before behind the curtain. Except, now the crowd's cheers seem a lot louder and less muffled than normal. As you open your eyes, you look out into the sea of people, cheering and clapping. To you. The face had run off stage, looking very upset. You look around the stage, trying to find your exit, as Darius runs onto the stage, guitar strapped around him. 

"EVERYONE! This is the face to the voice! This is THE TRUE STAR behind it all! My lovely Songbird everyone!!!" He grabs and spins you around, the spotlight now on both of you. "Why did you do that Darius, you know I'll get a ear full from the boss" you quietly say, as if it's now a curse to speak up. "Because", he starts with a booming voice "Everyone should see your face since they all heard your voice for years! Besides, I don't think your boss will say anything if the press got wind of this whole fraud." straight into the mic, knowing how many have spent money to see the popular face and Famous voice. You couldn't help but smile as the crowd still cheers, now chanting your name as someone had identified you.         

 He swoops you down, holds you close and whispers "Welcome to the spotlight, my darling muse" closing in for a kiss as a flash from a camera captures it. Next thing everyone knows, your face is everywhere in the next day's papers and your boss is getting dragged through the mud of not having such a good talent fully on stage. You both knew, it was about time the whole operation went bust.

[hermesserpent-stuff]

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are you interested in music meister?

are you interested in adoption stories? 

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[takeyourcyanide]

Too Much

(Soul Eater Fanfiction)

My Ao3: takeyourdailydoseofcyanide

Summary: Spirit and Marie pester Stein into going to a party. Stein gets drunk, and shenanigans ensue.

Word count: 4 009

Note: Only parts of this have been proofread. I really need to start switching my shit up. It seems one note. I’ve some other ideas for them, I suppose.

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“Stein? Stein!”

Lithe and petite fingers snapped loudly in front of Stein’s distracted face. His memory of whatever conversation had taken place at the round cafeteria table was nothing but a blur, as he had seemingly dissociated for its entire duration.

“Huh?” He hummed in acknowledgment, whipping his head around in order to face the snapper in question; Marie.

“You should really come to the party with us,” the blonde suggested with a bright smile. Stein wondered silently to himself what she was so happy about.

“Yeah, I think it would be good for you. You don’t really get out much,” Spirit chimed in, despite his opinion on Stein’s social life being entirely unwanted. “You’re always alone. Doesn’t it get lonely?”

“No, not really,” he responded with an unchanging expression, wishing to God that people would stop commenting about him being supposedly “withdrawn.” It wasn’t unusual to him. That’s simply how things always were. That’s how he preferred it.

“Not really? Then it does sometimes?” The redhead continued to pester his meister. He was starting to sound like every single psychologist, or Doctor Status Quo, on the planet.

Stein shrugged his slumped shoulders, yawning, “I don’t think so.”

“Still… Have you ever been to a party?” Marie asked with a glint of curiosity shining in her eyes, staring intently at the male before her.

“No.”

Marie, always the expressive type, gasped. “You should totally go, then!”

“Wait a second… What party are you even taking about?” Stein finally questioned, completely and utterly lost.

“Oh.. There’s this party being thrown by some of the seniors here. It’s, like, some sort of graduation party, I think” she explained.

“Is it going to be loud?” His exhausted eyes narrowed at such a prospect.

“Well, it’s a party, so yeah, probably,” Spirit crossed his arms, snickering.

“Then I don’t want to go,” he declared, slinking lazily further down in his chair. “You’ll have to drag me there kicking and screaming.”

“Oh, come on, Stein,” Marie whined in complaint, her former grin morphing quickly into a childish pout.

“I’m with them, but only because I really want to see how this goes,” Sid chuckled with mirth, smirking teasingly at him.

Stein gave the meister a side-eye, shoving his hands inside of his pockets and fiddling with their inseams.

“Can’t you think of it like an opportunity to observe human behavior or some shit? You know we’re gonna bug you about this until you do it,” Spirit tucked his crimson hair behind his right ear. It appeared to be rather soft and silky, which did not surprise Stein in the slightest, given the weapon’s extensive self-care routines.

“You only want me to go because you think it’d be funny.”

“Well, come on, Stein, you have to admit that it would be rather amusing seeing you at such an event,” Azusa said, adjusting the position of her glasses on the bridge of her nose with her pointer finger.

“Well, yeah, but still,” Stein chuckled, removing his hands from his pockets, crossing them over his chest.

A deep sigh dripping with dread racked Stein’s frame, as he moved to sit more properly upright.

“Fine. I’ll go. Now leave me the hell alone already,” he ordered exasperatedly, his monotone voice possessing a hint of playfulness.

“Fine, fine,” Spirit flew his hands up as a makeshift white flag of sorts - a symbol, a gesture of peace.

……

Stein wished he had some noise-cancelling headphones on his person as he felt the blaring music reverberate through the floorboards, crawling upwards through his feet. He was standing in some dingy corner, holding onto a flimsy, red solo cup filled with vodka for Marie, of whom was taking her dear sweet time in the bathroom.

“You here all alone?” A girl Stein had never once laid eyes on approached him. She looked to be a little older than he was, a smirk filled with flirtatious intentions present on her rosy visage. She happened to have relatively long, light brown hair, her eyes of a similar color. Her tan hand was placed on her hips as she leaned closer towards the internally grimacing Stein.

“No, I’m with a few of my friends,” he replied, having to raise his voice simply to be heard over the music.

The girl nodded her head, scanning the room. “That yours?” She asked, pointing at the cup in his hand.

“No, my friend’s in the bathroom, so I’m just holding onto it,” Stein lifted his hand, bringing it back down again.

“How about I get you a drink?” Her smirk grew even larger. She looked him up and down with a sparkle in her eyes that made Stein simultaneously uncomfortable and a little bit intrigued. How far would this girl, of whom he didn’t even know the name of, attempt to take this?

“What are you going to do, drug me?” Stein asked with a lighthearted chuckle. He knew if he grinned a little, then she’d take it as a joke and not immediately view him as being supposedly paranoid.

“Of course not, silly,” she laughed heartily. “Don’t you want to have a little fun?”

“And what exactly do you mean by ‘fun’?” Stein furrowed his eyebrows in response, a questioning look on his face. She began giggling rather playfully. It repulsed Stein for some unknown reason, forcing him to dig his nails into the palm of his empty hand in an effort to deter himself from ripping her lustful face off. If he was allowed to be viewed as a sack of meat to everyone else, then he should surely be allowed to view everyone as a test subject.

“Thank you, Stein!” Perfect timing. Marie trotted joyfully over, fetching her drink from out of his hand. “Sorry I took so long.”

“Where were you anyway? I thought you were just going to the bathroom?” The brunette beside him pouted, her previously flirty face contorting into one of annoyance and envy.

“There was a long line. Some two idiots were fucking in there and wouldn’t get out,” she huffed, shaking her head as she elaborated.

“So, what, then, is this your girlfriend or something?” The giggling nuisance prodded, huffing and puffing like a bratty toddler.

“No?” Stein confusedly answered, looking back and forth between the two.

“Oh, yeah, who is this?” Marie gestured towards the girl.

“I honestly have no fucking clue.”

“Whatever,” she shook her head repeatedly, stomping away from Stein and Marie.

“What’s her problem?” Marie wondered after she had exited the room.

“I think she was jealous of you,” he replied.

Marie turned her head to properly face Stein, an eyebrow raised, as her body shook with amusement. “You can’t be fucking serious.”

“Well, I am. She was definitely trying to fuck me, and then you ruined it, thank god,” Stein snickered.

“Oh, but she was clearly such a catch. What’s wrong with you?” The weapon sarcastically mocked the girl, slapping her knees, as well as Stein’s shoulder.

“You better be enjoying yourself now,” Marie stuck her finger in front of his face, jokingly threatening.

“Well, not particularly. But that was kind of funny, I’ll have to admit,” he began. “I’m gonna have to tell Spirit about that.”

“Yeah, after he’s done romancing that girl over there,” she stuck her head out, along with Stein, observing Spirit’s cringeworthy behavior. He had the mystery individual pinned against one of the house’s walls, evidently whispering sweet-nothings into her ears as she blushed.

“How do those girls fall for his bullshit?” Stein chuckled in disbelief.

“God, if I know. He must pick some easy targets.”

“I think I’m gonna get some vodka of my own. That’s the only way I’m going to get through this godforsaken brothel of a party,” Marie elbowed his arm, earning a halfhearted glare in response.

“This is what most parties are like, Stein.”

“Then why do people even attend them?” She flashed him a “are you joking” look, a hand coming to meet her hip. “Yeah, that was a stupid question.”

He grabbed one of the many cheap cups available at everyone’s disposal, filling it with what was hopefully going to act as his “miracle juice.”

……

“Wha..happened t’your girl?” Stein slurred, giggling as Spirit approached him.

“Her boyfriend almost fucking killed me is what happened,” he pointed towards his bruising eye and busted lower lip. Even as fuzzy as his head felt, Stein took pleasure in Spirit’s current appearance.

“Are you drunk?” Spirit asked, rather shocked as he gave Stein a once over. His typically colorless face was flushed with a dusty pink. He was stumbling over his own feet just standing, and his speech had clearly taken a hit. The random giggling was pretty normal behavior, though, coming from Stein. And to be fair, he seemed to always have the motor skills of a fawn, being unable to walk in a straight line sober. “You reek of alcohol.”

“Yeah, ‘m drunk. Didn’ like this place, so I drank,” he smiled, latching his hands onto Spirit’s shoulders, shoving his head down into the crook of his neck. “‘M dizzy.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you are. How much did you drink?” He wrapped his arms around his abdomen, effectively keeping him from causing the both of them to topple over.

“Don’t know. A lot,” he mumbled into his shoulder.

“Oh, he drank more than a lot,” Marie walked up to the pair, finding humor in Stein’s little predicament. “He refilled that cup, like, a thousand times, man. I was with him. He would not stop drinking. He’s a better alcoholic than you, Spirit.”

Her latter comment earned a pout from Spirit, as Marie laughed at his glare.

“I’m just a stupid teenager, Marie. Drinking is normal at this age,” he grasped at straws for some sort of excuse.

“Not the way you do it, Spirit,” she teased.

“Hey, I only had one or two cups of that shit tonight,” he groaned.

“Wow, that’s crazy, congratulations!” She feigned a gasp.

“Fuck you,” Spirit laughed, shuffling Stein over just a smidge.

“I only had one myself,” Marie moved closer to the two of them, lifting Stein off of Spirit. “But you most definitely did not, so, why don’t we get you home?”

“Thank fucking God, no more torture,” Stein looked elatedly up at the ceiling, his arm flailing upward, and his pointer finger pointing in the same direction.

“He can lean against me if you want, he doesn’t weigh a whole lot,” Spirit gestured towards the limp male tilted against Marie’s side.

“You and I both know I’m physically stronger than you,” she smirked victoriously, a sense of pride evident on her face.

Spirit childishly stuck his tongue out at her, marching over to where the babbling and dazed Stein happened to be, walking right next to him as the three of them trudged out of the house.

“Where’s Sid and Joe? I thought they were coming,” Spirit curiously asked.

“Oh, they left a long time ago,” Marie responded, glancing at her small phone.

“What time is it? How long were we even there?” He crooned his head over Stein, attempting to get a good look at the time shining on the mobile screen.

“It’s 2:31, and it’s Saturday now.”

“Damn.”

“Only good thing ‘bout tha’ party was the vodka,” Stein continued to giggle, throwing his head in various different directions, as he tripped over the air.

“Be careful, Stein!” Marie exclaimed, gentle, yet stern, holding onto him tighter.

“When has he ever been careful?” Spirit snickered as he watched Stein recuperate from what was almost a fall.

“Obviously never,” she chuckled.

……

“Do you want me to stay? I can help, if you’d like,” Marie offered as they laid Stein down onto his bed, slinking him down under the covers.

“Nah, it’s late, you should go home and get some sleep, I’ve got this covered,” Spirit gave her a polite smile, further tucking the meister in as he stared up at them, giggling once again.

“You sure?” She asked, taking steps towards the front door, Spirit following behind her.

“It’s sweet of you to offer, but seriously, we’ll be fine,” he clarified, opening the door for Marie.

“Okay, then. Goodnight, Spirit,” she gave him the same polite smile in return. “Goodnight, Stein,” she said much more loudly than before, ensuring that Stein could hear her.

“Goodnight,” he nodded, waving her off.

“‘Pirit!” Stein yelled from his dimly lit room.

“Yes, Stein?” He shouted out, reentering the bedroom.

“Pirate,” he laughed, appearing as though he had a hanger in his mouth. Surely his cheeks hurt by now.

“Pirate, huh?“ He lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile so much,” Spirit pointed out, plopping down beside Stein on the edge of his bed.

“Y’know, I thought you put cameras or listening devices around the apartment, but now I realize it might’ve been the man,” Stein admitted, much to the confusion of Spirit. He acted relatively normal around him, as though he wasn’t overly paranoid. Well, disregarding some of his questioning and staring, but he figured he was just kidding. Or bored.

“You thought I put cameras around this place? Why? And who’s ’the man’?” He squinted his eyes, placing one of his hands on top of the grey comforter, of which was, of course, embroidered with a stitch pattern.

“Spirit,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t ask questions you know I won’t answer. I’ve already said too much.”

“Said too much?” The weapon thought aloud.

Stein’s smile disappeared, as he inched farther away from Spirit. A familiar feeling stirred within him, one of which caused his eyes to flicker about, scanning the room suspiciously. His facial expression altered between being blank and hollow, devoid of any discernible emotion, to one of almost childlike apprehension, and something akin to a childlike fear. He’d pout a little, quickly bringing his lips back to where they were supposed to be. His eyes were enlarged, his pupils growing to almost cover his irises. He threw himself upwards, sitting up and backing into the corner.

“I’ve said too much,” he huffed out in a hushed tone. “Oh, no, no, no, no.” He did not move, only gazing fervently at Spirit.

The shadows surrounding them seemed to dance and curve around him, engulfing him in their darkness. He could feel the presence of people all around him, they would never leave him be. Every noise, every feeling, everything was simply too much. He was at his brain’s mercy. Or was he simply at their mercy?

“I shouldn’t’ve said that.. I’m never getting drunk again. I knew I shouldn’t have. I always did. Not in the presence of others,” he rambled on. Spirit could practically see the little hamster wheel spinning endlessly inside of his cluttered head. Still, he was not expressing a thing Spirit could discern properly, his eyes being the only things to give away how cornered he felt.

“No, it’s fine, you didn’t say too much, I swear,” Spirit rushed out, a little panicked at how fast Stein’s mood did a full 180.

“Yes, I did! And you’re gonna tell Lord Death! You have to tell him everything! You’ll tell everyone else! And then they’ll know… Of course, they still don’t know the extent to which it goes, but.. it’s too much,” he brought his knees to his chest and his fingers to his lips, only to yank said fingers back down, seemingly at a loss for what to do.

“I’m not gonna tell anyone, I promise!” Spirit exclaimed, moving his hand outwards as some sort of peace-offering, placing it upon the boy’s knee. Stein slapped his hand from off of him, wrapping his arms around them, as though he was guarding them. Or truly, as though he was guarding himself.

He had never once seen Stein so… paranoid before. He always behaved rather confidently, and unbothered. Then again, it is certainly possible be both simultaneously.

That didn’t make it any less shocking.

“I can still fix it, probably, so it’s fine. But it won’t go away, even despite that. I can always fix it. It’s always in my favor, right? But what if that’s not true? They’re waiting, aren’t they? I’m not who I think I am, less integral,” Spirit truly had no idea what in God’s name Stein was even talking about anymore, but it was clear that Stein did, and it was clear that it was important to Stein, so he listened.

“What’s not going away?” Spirit asked, his head tilting to the side.

“Am I even making sense?” Stein chewed on the plush skin of his lips, once again bring his fingers to his lip, opting to bite on them instead.

“Yeah, I get what you’re saying,” Spirit offered his partner a white lie, figuring the truth would only cause Stein to become even more distraught than he already was.

“No, you don’t, just look at you and your face, you’re lying,” Stein pouted, rocking himself only a little bit. “What if everyone is lying? I think they are. I’m never understood, am I? Maybe I am sometimes, but when I’m not going off of my data, my script, I mess up, and I can’t explain as well…”

Stein appeared almost sad as he spoke his latter statement into existence, his eyebrows furrowing and pushing downwards on his eyes. He looked utterly miserable, and more confused than Spirit had even thought of being throughout their whole conversation.

“I said too much again.. ‘n I can never know, can I? Why ‘m I saying too much? I need to stick to nicotine.. No more cheating on it,” he allowed his head to fall against the wall behind him, his eyes filled with nothing but helplessness and longing, a glint that conveyed the fact that he couldn’t seem to accept the fact that he’d never escape the utter hell he was born into, one that revealed to Spirit how little he really knew about his meister.

“Don’t tell anyone, please,” he turned his head to face Spirit, almost begging.

“I promise I won’t,” Spirit wanted to reach out and comfort the male, but it seemed to cause such discomfort for Stein the last time he tried, leaving him to repress the urge.

“I can’t trust you,” Spirit had never seen anyone look so utterly exhausted before. He looked as thought he had just come back from a brutal war.

“That’s okay,” he smiled kindly at Stein, unsure of what else he could do.

“No, it’s not. I can’t live like the rest of you do,” he said morosely, somberly, as though it were some sort of confession. “It’ll never go away. He’ll never go away. She’ll never go away. Stupid cats won’t either.”

“What are you talking about?” Spirit questioned once more.

“It’s nothin’,” he replied plainly, cryptically.

“Do you want a glass of water or something, to, you know, offset all that alcohol?” Spirit gently offered, standing up.

“I don’t want you to leave, but I want you to leave, but I’m never alone anyway, but I can’t trust you, but it’s a distraction, but- goddamn it,” he shoved his head in his knees momentarily. “You won’t take it seriously, ‘cause you think it’s funny.”

Spirit stood still in his position, not certain of what to say or how to help him.

“Jus’ go get the water, i’s fine,” Stein said, his voice shaking slightly, almost unnoticeably.

“Are you sure? I swear it’ll be quick,” he asked for the sake of clarification. It didn’t seem like a very good idea to leave him alone for even a single second.

“Mhm,” he hummed in agreement, nodded his head against his pants.

Oh, of course, his pants! He still needed to put on sleepwear.

“Oh, and do you think you’re good to change on your own while I get that glass?” Spirit flashed him a thumbs up from the doorframe.

“Sure,” he mumbled.

……

Upon his return to Stein’s bedroom, he ran to put the water down onto the nightstand, and assist Stein with effectively getting his limbs into his comfortable clothing.

He had found him with his head going into his left sleeve, though his pants were on as they were meant to be.

Spirit approached him, laughing, helping him to shove his skull through the intended hole. Stein, however, maintained his usual unexpressive face.

“You should get back into bed and rest, and take a sip of your water, of course,” Spirit pointed towards both the bed and the glass, of which stared menacingly at Stein.

Stein peered down at the floor, observing how it waved about, moving up and down slightly as though it were breathing. Was it alive? No, it couldn’t be. That would be stupid to even suggest. But it sure felt alive… As did that conspicuously threatening glass of water.

“You good?” Spirit asked with a hint of concern, leaning the boy back to his bed.

Stein distractedly nodded his head, allowing himself to be gently lead.

Spirit pulled the blankets over the meister’s cold, shivering body. He graciously accepted the warmth.

“Are you nauseous or anything?” The ginger asked, ready to bolt off and grab some sort of bucket to place by his bed.

“Don’t even know anymore,” he responded, burning holes into his ceiling with his stare.

“I’ll go get something for you just in case.”

Stein wondered to himself why Spirit was putting up such a fuss about him. Perhaps he was attempting to earn Stein’s trust, make him believe that he cared even a little about him, only to report back every breath he took back to his savior. He’d betray him, surely. But he was always multiple steps ahead.

At he listened to the weapon rustle around in the kitchen for some sort of something, he questioned what it was like for the others he knew, what it was like to trust so easily. Or were they only faking it to lure everyone else, including Stein, into trusting them?

“Here you go,” Spirit sung as he placed the blue bucket down beside his bed. “And make sure you lay on your side,” he placed his hands onto Stein, positioning him horizontally.

Spirit let out a sympathetic sigh, lamenting the fact that he had no idea how he could really help his partner. “I’m sorry, Stein.”

“Why?”

“I can’t do anything. Can’t even comfort you,” he looked shamefully and disappointedly at his feet.

“It’s not your fault. There isn’t a thing in existence that could make me feel any better, in the end,” Stein admitted, not even sparing so much as a glance at the scythe. “It’ll never go away, will it?”

Something about that sorely depressed Spirit. Everything that was coming out of his mouth was just so hopeless.

He clenched and unclenched his fists, opening and closing his mouth, searching for the perfect words to say. But there were none.

“Well, then I’m sorry that ‘it’s won’t go away. It doesn’t sound very nice,” Spirit shrugged his sorrowful shoulders, moving stray hairs from out of his eyes.

“Me too.”

There was a smidgen of unintelligible screaming to his dead tone, to his dead eyes, and dead expression. He was dead, and yet a living jumble of chaos. It was complete agony, that much was obvious to anyone. Though, what was not obvious was what was the catalyst behind it all. And what it was truly capable of.

Spirit gave Stein a pat on the head, ruffling his silver hair in between his fingers.

He whispered a “good night” to him as he exited the room, forcing Stein to promise that if he needed anything at all, he’d wake Spirit up.

But he and Spirit both knew that he wouldn’t bother, much to Spirit’s displeasure. He’d, instead, suffer alone, away from the scrutinizing world around him. Though, in a way, he almost took more comfort in the vileness he sought to escape from than the vileness he could never escape from that was his very own mind.

[gilverrwrites]

RIP Riddler, you would have loved NYT connections

RIP Two-face, you would have loved the 2019 two tone fashion trend

RIP Harley Quinn, you would have loved bimbo feminism

RIP Anarchy, you would have loved OceanGate

RIP Poison Ivy, you would have loved Burts Bees lipsticks

RIP Catwoman, you would have loved watching silly cat videos on tiktok

RIP Scarecrow, you would have loved the gsy icon the babdook

RIP Mad Hatter, you would have loved reading Alice/Mad Hatter wattpad fanfictions

RIP Talia Al Ghul, you would have loved clean girl makeup

RIP Penguin, you would have loved 2022 Farrell!Penguin simps

RIP Joker, you would have loved the 2016 killer clowns

RIP Music Meister, you would have loved Hazbin Hotel  

RIP Hush, you would have loved facetune

RIP Black Mask, you would have loved Glenn Howerton

RIP Bane, you would have loved 100% gold standard whey protein powders

RIP Firefly, you would have loved Fireball by Pitbull

RIP Killer Croc, you would have loved Ham the squishmallow

[mashedpotatosinacup]

Ok two things

My ideas for names for a new rp blog are crying in Gotham City and I stole the riddlers wifi password

And I wanna draw music Meister in the Batman forever universe for scientific reasons (fanfiction)

[perles-infinite-fictional-love]

I dearly wish that there were more Music Meister reader-insert fanfiction... I'm thinking about making one myself. To not have such a thing in this world is truly a personal crime.

Did u read mine?

But yes. You are correct.

[cant-have-sh1t-in-gotham]

The topic on the cover

Number of words: 623

Characters: Music Meister, Film Freak, Riddler mentioned

Film Freak comes home very satisfied with himself. The newspaper proves his hopes were a little too high.

A man jumped over the couch backrest, almost falling on Dennis' leg. The thought of bone breaking under human weight made Dennis wince in horror. He didn't had time to speak, for Film Freak was visibly too excited: he waved around the newspaper he had in his palm. In effect, the paper wrinkled and crumpled so hard, Dennis started wondering how his roommate will be even able to read it. It didn't seem to be a problem, though.

'I'm sure I made it to the front page!' Burt said. 'This crime was well-thought and exquisite. Best detectives would have to work on it. And it all was done by ME!'

Dennis shot his roommate a wide smile. Burt was getting ready for this, like, forever. Thinking of a perfect crime based on a film, leaving enough evidence to tease the detectives buy not reveal anything – this takes time.

'It is time the Gotham city finally recognizes true talent. Most of the rogue gallery big guns are just scammers! They lack creativity, they work all the same every time! No more of these idiots stealing my spotlight. Our spotlight!' Burt stopped suddenly. He was so enthusiastic he literally forgot to breathe. 'I even BOUGHT the newspaper, Dennis, that's how generous I feel after this - I'm not afraid to use this word - victory!'

'Almost as if you were a good citizen.' Dennis responded, chuckling.

Burt brushed his dark hair away from his face in a sophisticated manner, like a model trying to present himself in his glory.

'But wait' Dennis frowned, remembering what the man said, 'you said you're sure you made it to the front page. So you don't know yet?' The exact moment, he realised Burt keeped the newspaper in a way no one could see what is written on it. That was weird.

'I wanted to break the news to you. And tease myself a bit, so the satisfaction will be greater!'

'Does it even work like that? Whatever, just read it!' Dennis got as excited as his friend. Shuffled closer to him to lay his eyes on the newspaper at the same time.

Burt held the air as he turned the pages to see the front. Frantically scanned it, still holding his air, holding it so long, he turned a bit pale. Dennis didn't dare to say anything. For the sake of peace he covered the mean smile that crept on his lips. Burt finally let the air out, loudly. He could feel his cheeks turn red, they stung with heat.

'Batman in a maze of riddles

The caped crusader clashed with the Riddler once again–'

Dennis couldn't read more because the man sitting beside him smashed the newspaper on the arm rest repeatedly.

'Hey, hey, hey!' redhead grabbed his arm trying to stop him from destroying the paper or the couch, he wasn't sure which one was in greater danger. 'Stop it! Let's have a look at rest, maybe there is something on your heist?'

Burt huffed in anger, very reluctant to give in. The sound of newspaper being smashed on the arm rest was heard once again, then it rustled as he turned the pages over and over and over.

'Here!' he exclaimed, pointing a finger on the few lines separated from the rest of the text by a thin line.

'So... You made it to the newspaper!' Dennis said, trying not to sound too happy, not sure how his roommate will react.

'I guess' Burt nodded.

'You're like a cool kid'

'Yeah. To hell with front page, am I right?'

'Yeah, they apparently give it to such no ones! Like, getting caught so fast? Pfff!'

'Yeah, imagine being such a loser!'

'Yeah! Stopped by a Bat! Comedy gold!'

'Yeah'

'Yeah'

'Yeah'

[i-dont-hyperfixate-on-fandoms]

Dish Duty

A Music Meister x OC fanfiction

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Word count: 1036

Warnings: none

Tropes: Domestic fluff, flirting, dancing like no one is watching

Synopsis: Doing the dishes is such a bore. Fortunately, listening to music always helps get the job done... until it doesn't

Ships: Music Meister x OC

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It was her day to do the dishes. Melody rested her hands on her hips as she assessed what to do first, examining the dirty pots and plates before her. This most certainly wasn’t a favorite chore of hers, but there was something that she knew would help move her along. Melody reached into her pockets to pull out some earbuds, then looked at the counter beside her where her phone laid. However, as she reached for her phone to surf through music, her eyes drifted past to her boyfriend’s phone. A smirk quickly arose from the corners of her mouth, and Melody picked up his phone instead of her own. Unlocking it, she scrolled past his extensive collection of music apps and settled on his voice recordings.

Just the thing she was looking for.

She loved her Darius and his singing, but he was a complete dork when it came to his performances, and he recorded every single one of them. He thought it charming, she found it adorably amusing. Melody scrolled through some of them until she settled on a file name that looked interesting.

Sept. 22nd – Drives Us Bats, ft. Arkham Ensemble // Recording Length 1:46

This was one she definitely hadn’t heard before, and it was short enough to give a quick listen. As she hit play, she was immediately hit with a fast-paced beat accompanied by an electric guitar and… an orchestra?

Melody turned away, nodding her head to the beat. Her eyes scanned the dishes once more, and she grabbed the pot that her marinara sauce had been inside of. With a dramatic slide to the kitchen sink, she started to rinse off as much sauce as she could. Then, Darius’s voice hit her ears, reigniting her smile. Melody bounced her hips back and forth as she reached for a sponge scrubbed the pot, getting into the song. The chorus was quite catchy, and Melody caught on real quick as she sang along under her breath. As the song changed to a more light tone, she twirled with the pot to reach some dish soap, attempting to elegantly drizzle the soap. Then the beat kicked back in, and Melody scrubbed away to the beat. 

And just as quickly as the song started, it finished. Without hesitation, Melody walked over to her boyfriend’s phone and clicked play on the same song, setting it on repeat. Jamming out harder and harder with each play, eventually she had absentmindedly abandoned the dishes and had started a haphazard karaoke battle with no one in particular, using a wooden spoon as a microphone and everything. She spun around the kitchen island, kicking and punching wildly to the beat. Only after a failed kick and fall to the floor did Melody notice Darius standing a few feet from her. He was recording her on her own phone that she could’ve sworn was on a counter just moments ago.

“What a performance, my dearest!” He grinned, lowering the phone and revealing his crooked smile. He whistled through the gap in his teeth before he added “I truly could not have performed it better myself.”

Melody started to laugh, embarrassment flushing her cheeks. Darius reached a hand down to her to help her up. But, instead of letting her stand, her boyfriend twirled her into his arms to where he held her in an embrace, her arms crossed to hold his hands as her back was flush to his chest.

“I didn’t think you could hear me from upstairs.”

“Oh, trust me dear, I would never miss such a show from my beautiful star.”

Melody rolled her eyes at his overstatement.

“Sure, ‘Maestro’, whatever you say.”

In reply to the nickname, Darius moved his hands to her waist and smiled, leaning his head down to the crook of her neck. 

“Though,” Melody hummed, “I kind of… forgot to finish the dishes. Caught up in the moment, you know?”

“Meh, fair enough,” he sighed. His grin returned, however, when he turned her face towards him. A mischievous glint shone in his eyes. “How about we finish this in a duet?” Darius offered, pulling Melody into a dip.

“What, the dishes? What do you mean by that?” Melody questioned, concerned by the unbridled devilry in his look.

“Just trust your beloved maestro,” he winked. “May I?” He asked, letting her stand up as he bowed to her with an outreached hand. She cautiously took it, and Darius led her towards the unwashed dishes and began to sing. An invisible orchestra accompanied him immediately. It was a song Melody knew quite well, as Darius had tried to serenade or woo her with it many times before they got together. She rolled her eyes at his goofiness, and joined him in singing their song. As they sang, they practically waltzed as they cleaned dishes, finishing up impeccably quickly before the song was even over. Of course, as they approached the final few lines, Darius scooped his beloved up and planted a kiss on her cheek before guiding her into yet another dip. Melody giggled at his cheesiness, and, on the button of the song, pulled her boyfriend’s collar towards her to kiss him on the lips lightly.

Darius’s eyes lit up in delight as a blush and dorky smile washed across his face. “Glad I don’t even need to use my powers to share a pas-de-deux with you, Songbird~” he breathed, gently tracing her jawline with his thumb.

Melody’s eyes fluttered, leaning into his touch. “But you wouldn’t use your powers on me anyway, would you? You never have, even befo—”

“And I never will,” Darius cut her off, grabbing her free hand and kissing her knuckles. “Unless, of course, you wanted me to~” He teased, starting to trail kisses up her arm. At this, Melody’s face grew heated, too flustered to come up with a coherent response or clever remark. He simpered at her reaction, and gently let her from his grasp.

“Well, now that the dishes are done, care to do something else my love?” He leered, walking to the stairs of their apartment’s second level.

“M-Maybe we could sing another duet while we snuggled?” Melody supplied.

“Of course, my ingénue.”

[kitkatt0430]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Hartley Rathaway Characters: Cisco Ramon, Hartley Rathaway, Music Meister, David Singh Additional Tags: Hartmon Fest 2019, Musical, Ridiculousness, the Music Meister strikes again, because he's bored, and random musicals are amusing, Established Relationship, Crack Treated Seriously, because even the actual episode the Music Meister was in was basically crack treated seriously Series: Part 8 of Hartmonfest2019 Summary:

Cisco walks into CCPD and instantly realizes what's wrong when he sees several detectives doing a song and dance routine while Captain Singh descends the stairs while singing a soliloquy about how much he doesn't like the CSI filling in for Barry's latest absence. This isn't a meta they're dealing with. It's worse. Much worse.

It's the Music Meister.

Hartmon Fest 2019 – Feb 25th - musical

@hartmonfest I’ve infested the CCPD with a Music Meister for today’s musical prompt.  (Captain Singh wants him gone.)

[hermesserpent-stuff]

New story up! 

Here is the summary for Rapping on the Mirror 

If given the chance, can villains change? This is a question that Greg finds himself trying to answer as a spur-of-the-moment decision has him adopting Music Meister into his home. How will Justin handle this? Will Meister be able to evolve? What might get in the way?

[cryptic-michael]

You wanna know something....

Why aren't their any music meister fanfics out their!?!? I literally have to sit their and make them up, the few I did find didn't really interest me....so why aren't thier more.....that's all

[tessalovesozzy]

Protection

Title: Protection

Characters: Music Meister, OC, Penguin

Fandom: Batman

Summary: The time Music Meister recruited one of the first Horsewomen.

Authors Note: Responding to a challenge that my fellow Music Meister lovers have done. It was supposed to be shorter than this but my brain was in overdrive and it took so long  because I was too preoccupied with homework. Also borrowed the name “Michel Forte” for MM from Sorceress. @the-mighty-sorceress @couldyounottalktomethanks @music-meisters-possible-wifu You guys are awesome. Love you guys!

It was the fifth time that week he attended her performance at the Iceberg Lounge. The fifth time that devilish red-headed man sat in the front row listening to the same songs night after night. And the fifth night he left flowers in her dressing room. Every time it was violet colored roses and everytime it had the same note: “Its lovely to see how far you’ve come with that voice of yours. Maybe we can put it to better use. - M”

Frankly, Tessa began to wonder why her briefly known college friend was even coming to her performances. But there she sat in her dressing room with the note in her hand, curiousity getting the best of her. Maybe if she left now she could catch him before he left.

Tessa scurried out of her dressing room in her sparkling red gown and white faux fur shawl to try see if her auburn admirer had left the building, with a security guard trailing behind her.

She stepped out into the empty ballroom,...well, nearly empty. There was Music Meister, at the same table, in a dark purple suit, as if he been expecting her.

“I knew your curiousity would get the best of you.” He smirked with a gap-toothed grin.

“Hello, Michel. With your...consistent messages, how could I stay away with your tendency to form quick attachments and fear of rejection?” Tessa took the seat across from his and her bodyguard stood behind her.

Michel frowned slightly. “I see that psychology degree of yours hasn’t gone to waste.”

“I have to have something in case my singing dreams come crashing down on me.” A waiter severed them champagne. They made a toast and took sips of their drinks.

“I heard you’ve taken karate classes. And self defense.” She paused. “I’m sorry,...for what happened between you and Drake...and that he’s the reason that you’ve taken those classes and why your friend is always close by.” He gestured to the bodyguard.

Tessa calmly set down her glass. “You’ve done your homework. Now what do you want Michel? Because you wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble just for idle chit-chat.”

“I’ve only come to make you an offer. And that’s protection.”

“The last time a man said that to me, I became his plaything for years and he still stalks me to this day. Its the only reason I took the job in this club because Cobblepot is one the few people with enough power in this town to somewhat protect me. So, unless you have some sort magic power to make Drake go away, I will gladly take any offer you give me.”

“Well, it can be called magic, depending on who you ask,...but it most certainly a power.”

Tessa looked at him quizzically. “What kind of power?” She hesitantly asked.

Michel gave a huge grin, as he darted his eyes momentarily toward her bodyguard, and gave her a pair of earplugs. “You might want to put these in.”

Oswald Cobblepot, better known as the Penguin, was in his office enjoying his morning tea and paper, when he heard a light knocking on his office door. 

“Come in.”

“Good morning, Mr. Cobblepot.” Tessa beamed, Oswald raising an eyebrow at her purple dress as she usually wore red.

“Ah, good morning Miss Rosewood, what brings you up and about this early in the morning, for you at least?”

She gently placed an envelope on his desk. “My letter of resignation. I’ve found an opportunity that I’ve been seeking for a while and have decided to take it.”

Penguin ripped open the envelope and read the letter. 

“I truly am grateful for everything that you’ve done for me and hate to leave on such short notice but this is a once in a lifetime deal.”

Penguin gave a stern but questioning glare. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Mr. Cobblepot, I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He seemed to think about it for a moment before giving “Alright. I wish the best of luck to you.” 

Tessa grinned as she started to head out the door, she heard Penguin’s last words to her. 

“This...Meister fellow...be careful around him.”

 “I will.”

She promptly closed the door behind her where the Music Meister was waiting for her.

“So...when do I start?”

[perles-infinite-fictional-love]

The Night of the Maestro

(A very small something to celebrate the Music Meister’s birthday. Enjoy!)

With a grin and a confident walk, the Music Meister arrived at the Iceberg Lounge’s doors, only to be stopped by the bouncers.

“Your name, sir.” One of the doormen asked.

The Music Meister frowned, stood straight and puffed out his chest proudly. “Hmph! Have you never seen me in person!? Why, I’m the Music Meister!” He said, offended. 

The doorman gulped. “Oh, I-…”

“Shush! It doesn’t matter now…” He sighed. “Don’t I have a reservation?”

“Y-yes, sir. Right this way.”

“At last! Thank you.” The Music Meister said, rolling his eyes. Shame on this bouncer for wasting his time on this special day!

The Maestro was led inside the chilly nightclub. He adjusted the fur scarf around his neck, taking a good look around him at the ice-themed decorating, the high celling, and the pleasant lighting of the place. 

Oh, it was so much more impressive, so much more luxurious than his nightclub… But he wasn’t jealous! Well, he tried to convince himself he was not: he did not come here to envy the Penguin!

Finally, he saw them: his four girls, waiting for him at his table. He smiled and tipped his hat, while he was greeted with a few cheers and excited clapping.

The Music Meister let out a sigh of relief, sitting down between Rose and Tessa, and tried to wrap his arms around all four of the women at the table. “Ahhhh, such a nice place, isn’t it? A shame it’s so chilly in here… But do you know what warms up?”

“A little bit of alcohol!” Mac singed, presenting a bottle of champaign.

He snapped his fingers to give Mac a fingergun. “I was going to say ‘dancing’, but I’ll take that too!”

“Music Meister,” Tessa said, “the Penguin allowed us to celebrate here, but only as long as we don’t make a mess!”

“Now now, Songbird, you know I don’t do mess! I’m a sophisticate man!” He replied, pouring the champaign in a cup for himself.

Rose raised a brow. “It’s… ‘sophisticated’, not ‘sophisticate’.”

“That’s exactly what I said.”

“Of course.” She rolled her eyes.

The Music Meister smiled, and the piano nearby started playing under Maxime’s order. Feels like this was going to be a great night; he was going to be the star, there was going to be karaoke, singing, dancing, and this time Batman was not going to break this party!

He raised his glass. “A toast! To me and my birthday~”

His henchwomen and all the other guests did like him. “To the Music Meister!”

And the real party had not even started yet.

[sou-ver-2-0]

Writing Master List

I love writing analysis and fanfiction for Your Turn to Die. Here, you can find links to all my writing. Spoilers abound!

Meta I’m Proudest Of

Why Calling It “Logic Versus Emotion” Makes Sense

Sou Hiyori and Kanna’s Sister Parallels

I was wondering why Sou had a zero percent survival rate…

What is Sou proudest of?

What is Kanna proudest of?

What is Keiji proudest of?

Unpopular opinion about Keiji

What are your thoughts on Nao as a character?

Why pushing Fake Reko is logical and sparing her is emotional

Shin vs. Kanna choice: each “valid in its own way”

That was a real comedy of errors on your part, Shin

What “Things” did Shin learn at Sou’s House?

If I could kill Keiji to save both Kanna and Shin...

Thoughts on queer-coded villains and Shin

I make Shin say five nice things about Keiji (not meta, but important)

Some jumbled thoughts about Redemption, and Part 2

How different do you think the story would be if Shin were a girl?

Theories

“Midori is Meister’s son,” and other Sou theories <- my favorite theory!

The Hades Incident, the Present Death Game, and the Role of the Man from the Memorandum

Rambling about Meister Family Theory

A Quick Keiji Theory

I’m staking my pride on this one: Keiji won’t die in the coffin. Part 1 and Part 2

Implications of Kanna being Original Sou’s blood relative

The Mystery of Anzu’s High Survival Rate

Fanfiction

My username is Florencetheflowerfairy on Ao3! Any fanfiction I write will be tagged “my fanfiction” on here.

I haven’t yet posted this to Ao3.

My fanart

Soup Hiyori

Happy birthday Kanna!

All of my meta

How does Sou deal with pain?

When does Sou feel safest? What would others change about him?

What would the others change about Sara?

What do I wish to see happen with Sou?

Chapter 3 Prediction: Sara will lose Keiji

Sou & Keiji’s relationship thoughts; and Personal Headcanons

Opinion on Midori / Original Sou; and Opinion on YTTS

Thoughts on Kurumada’s Partnership with Sou and Kanna

What calms Sou when he’s upset?

What does Sou wish he could change about himself?

Who would be Sou’s favorite fictional character?

What would EVERYONE change about Sou?

How did both Sous do in school?

Who does Sou want to please the most?

How would Kanna spend her money?

What calms Kai when he’s upset? How does Kai deal with pain?

How does Kanna do in school? What’s something Original Sou lost that he would love to have back?

What’s something I wish had happened with Joe?

Unpopular opinion about Q-Taro

What’s something I wish had happened with the Yabusame siblings?

Unpopular opinion about Kai

Unpopular opinion about Original Sou

Who would I vote for in the Second Main Game?

Laughing at Q-Taro in Russian Roulette

Speaking of “I laugh at inappropriate moments in YTTD”

Math Saga (Collection of Theorizing Posts about the Percentage Papers)

Why Kanna can’t take the scarf

More Scarf Meta

I think Shin should fake amnesia in the zaniest way possible, please

Thoughts on Mr. Policeman is Joe’s Dad Theory, Parts 1 and 2 (Some of these thoughts are outdated because I don’t think Keiji knew Joe’s last name in the beginning.)

If I ever seem too harsh on Keiji, please keep in mind

We can hear Joe’s music theme in Midori’s music theme

Thoughts on the Floor Masters

Did Shin send the Sacrifice Card to Joe?

What if Joe had one month to live?

What is Original Sou proud of?

Reading Shin as Queer

Alice and Pain

What would other people change about Kai?

Could Shin and Keiji’s roles switch?

What was Keiji like before the shooting?

I encouraged Sister to vote for Kai in Practice Round

How does Original Sou/Midori sleep?

Who do you think Keiji would bond with the most?

Analysis of Sara’s vote in the Practice Vote

Massacre Ending Thoughts

Thoughts on Naosara?

Dummy Bullet Saga (How did Shin know about dummy bullets??)

Keiji is my Confront Character

What will the fallout with the dummies look like?

Keiji seeing the percentage papers is the simplest answer IMO

Thoughts on Keialice

Thoughts on Joesara

Shin Tsukimi could have DIED ON HIS BIRTHDAY?!

Shin is Poor! Part 1 and Part 2 and Part 3

One more funny story, on a walk with Sister...

How would Shin have fared in the Death Game without the Sou persona?

Is Shin too good for this world? (Reaction to above meta)

How would Joe, Kai, and Mishima approach the Second Main Game vote?

What do you think would be Shin’s partnership ability?

Thoughts on AI personalities

Reaction to ‘Sara gets the Sage Card’ Theory

Have you considered the implications of 0.0% vs. 0%?

Foolish Sara AU

When does the Death Game take place, and how long are they there?

Shin’s relationships with Reko and Gin

“When you drink, you gotta be careful not to get swallowed up yourself.”

Judge Keiji by the fact that he’s acting like a cop

I’ve switched to calling him Shin! 

What was Shin like in the years after Original Sou died, but before the Death Game?

Headcanons and Shin, Kanna, and trading tokens

Analyzing Shin and Sara’s doll placements in Safalin’s lab

Shin’s reaction to Sara’s “Haven’t we always been the bestest of friends?”

Scenario: Keymaster Kanna takes Shin’s key necklace instead of his scarf

Artists should draw Kanna grieving Shin however they like

Nao and Shin’s friendship

“I happen to like people with nice personalities”

I’m just putting these here so I can find them if necessary: 1, 2, 3

What if Shin thinks Sara is an adult?

Shrodinger’s Lock Saga (Many theories came from speculating about Asu-Naro’s weird locks in Sara’s first trial!)

Shin emulating Sou, oh no

Some thoughts on Shin and Alice, and the darker side to their relationship

A Serious Analysis of the Collarbone Sprites (& other Shin sprites)

Midori and Joe Sprite Parallels

Do you think Ranmaru is more or less reliable than Keiji?

Ranmaru and Keiji Parallels and Thoughts on Keiji flirting

Ranmaru and Keiji reacting to Joe

Out of the cast, who do you think is most likely to be the mastermind?

Miley vs. Gashu thoughts

Megumi Sasahara theories and headcanons

I love that this game’s heart is so earnest

AU where Shin has the Sacrifice, and he can’t pick Kanna

Theory/Headcanon: Sou-Shin-Sara-Kanna three year age gaps

Scenery Paintings in the Gallery

Kanna and Original Sou Parallel - “creepy smiles”

Undertale Parallels, and making Original Sou sympathetic

Kai and Original Sou Parallels

Fic ideas: Green-haired characters, and Shin + Sara Friendship

I love Fake Reko so much!

What if the decision to push Fake Reko affects what happens with the dummies?

Follow-up to above meta about Fake Reko

What if Joe died in his First Trial?

Reaction to Keiji Discourse about flirting, Part 2

Reactions to Fem!Shin:

Kanna’s perspective, Bath Scene Shin, More Bath Scene, Keiji flirting with Shin, I DON’T CARE HOW SEXY HE IS, Am I a lesbian

Will the dummies want to fill in for their counterparts’ lives?

Q-Taro Pacman Sister Theory

Poison Stinger analysis and Rio Ranger’s characterization

Megumi returns as a doll theory

More thoughts on “Back Up Candidates” Theory

Thoughts on AIs representing younger personalities

What if the current Death Game is another simulation?

Shin and Q-Taro ages musings

Shin and Sara ages musings

Honorifics Analysis: Part 1 and Part 2

Everyone’s music preferences headcanons

Shin’s thoughts on Gin in Logic Route

What if Shin died and Kai survived in the Second Main Game?

Imagine Trans Kanna

Thoughts on the names Sara “suspects” when learning that there is a human from Asu-Naro among us

Why doesn’t Shin challenge Keiji for lying that he’s a detective at the start?

Shipping

Which death hurt you the most?

Who do you think is overrated? Who do you think is suspicious?

Shin-Sou roleswap AU

Did you ever notice how Shin is crying during the First Main Game?

How do you think the characters sleep?

What if Shin became Sara’s ally instead of Keiji?

Seven Deadly Sins in YTTD

Song Analyses

“Rat” by Penelope Scott

“Villainous Thing” by Shayfer James

“Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met)” by Panic! at the Disco

“Butterflies and Hurricanes” by Muse

"House of memories" by Panic! at the Disco

More fun posts

Sister tag (All submissions by my sister)

Sometimes I get self-conscious for loving Sou Hiyori so much

Thinking about how our Sou Hiyori is a queer-coded villainous type

Picrew of the Greenblings

Fannish ramblings and Speculation about Voting for Keiji in 2nd Main Game

Sou has a halo in the manga

Sprite Parallels between Kanna, Sara, and Sou

Confession: Character development is more important than plot twists

Star Wars KOTOR musings

My Favorite Thing about Sou and Sara meeting

Another Greenblings Picrew

How to roast my fave

Are the greenblings next to each other??

Me feeling soft about Sou x Alice and Sou x Kai in spite of myself

I’m too much of a nerd for tumblr

Picrew of Green-haired characters and Sara

Cute Kurumada and Kanna headcanons

Do it for Nao

Happy birthday Keiji, from Sou

Danganronpa Thoughts as of 10/22/20

Top 3 emotional moments

Comparing Eye Sizes

I’m all caught up with 3-1A as of 10/24/20

Link to my “Shin attacking Inbox” edit

I am my PFP

“Disclosure” apparently means “Coming Out”

What did you name your Midori?

Do you think Shin was a gamer?

PMMM Thoughts: Logic vs Emotion

Why would you make Shin a tank?!

Dracula is Sou and Shin is Renfield

Among Us Headcanon

I just think Kanna having the Keymaster first is good drama

So long you fucking fascist (posted on 11/7/20)

Please don’t send me leaks!

Also how are we going to tag spoilers...? (11/12/20)

oh no I’m getting sentimental

Shin and Sara’s confrontation over the smartphone remains my favorite thing ever

Reactions to “I make Shin say five nice things about Keiji”: 1, 2, 3

A Rewarding part of my blog

My undying love for Britney Spears

“Ahaha, I’m glad you remembered my name.”

I love this picrew for the Greenblings

“Saw” and “Cage” on Google Translate

What if there were two Gonbee Yamadas?

Put them in meme boxes

Keiji’s emo eyeliner

Shin can smash something! and part 2

Acrostic Poem for Sou Hiyori

Midori’s canon voice

“Sou” puns

Time sensitive questions!! 1 and 2

All the characters’ ages

Do you think Shin swears?

Let’s not pit bears and twinks against each other!

Here’s how Shindemption can still win

tfw you draw fanart in time for Kanna’s birthday

Keiji accuses Shin of breaking Mishima’s monitor even though he KNOWS Shin is innocent

Q-Taro and Shin college AU

Kugie’s ghost haunting Keiji

Christmas 2020: Part 1 and Part 2

Picrew of Shin and Sou, High School Days~

I struggle to write villains

I play Villains Bingo with Shin

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This list will be updated sporadically as I write more! You can always use the “mine” tag to find any worthwhile original post I make.

Please feel free to talk to me about YTTD anytime! I love hearing from you all! It keeps me motivated and makes me happy to meet people!