#my music taste is varied i swear

[hrokkall]

72 with V2 for the spotify thing

[TRACK 72] - BLACKBOXWARRIOR - OKULTRA /// WILL WOOD

[orcelito]

🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

(hope i don't bother you with this ask ! have a great day/night/whatever)

oh i listen to so so soooo many songs . uhm. i guess i'll choose some of my current favorites? oh maybe a favorite song from each of my favorite bands! ...of which there are definitely more than 5. but top 5 favs i guess???? or current 5 favs??? i dont think i can call these necessarily my Top 5 favs bc i have so many bands & artists i like at different times for different reasons BUT IF I HAD TO CHOOSE... ok this is going by band order i guess for current fixation but:

Sorrow - IAMX. ive been obsessively into IAMX recently to the extreme. for months. and i love soooooooo so many songs of theirs. but this song? Sorrow? it's the one that did it for me. I Come With Knives was the initial one that kicked this off, but going to Sorrow is what made me like "man i DESPERATELY need to listen to more of their music". NOT my very first IAMX song, that title belongs to Volatile Times, which ive known for like some ten years :p but only recently listened to more of their music and i have NOT looked back. as a bonus Sorrow reminds me a lot of ITNL Vash. perhaps part of the fixation on it lol

Nothing Personal - Des Rocs. picking a favorite song from him was nearly impossible bc im obsessed obsessed obsessed with his music. legit last year on my spotify wrapped all of my top 5 songs were his. OBSESSED. 'A Real Good Person In A Real Bad Place' is still undisputedly one of my fav albums EVER & the reason for that top 5 songs thing. but Nothing Personal is the first Des Rocs song i ever heard & what made me go "Oh my God???" & it still makes me lose my total shit when i listen to it lksdjflskjdf. honorary mention to Why Why Why, which was the other one i considered for him. also love that shit sooo much.

I Never Told You What I Do for a Living - My Chemical Romance. just so you know picking a single favorite song for MCR was near impossible. so much of their music makes me absolutely insane in the best of ways & picking just ONE?????? impossible. but i chose this one bc it's one that makes me EXTRA lose my shit anytime i listen to it. like fucking Belting it out. this one's The One. i can't give you special mentions for MCR bc there are too many. too fucking many. god i still love MCR so much

Armageddon - Blue Stahli. fucking love Blue Stahli's stuff, it's SOOO fun to listen to, & Armageddon probably really is my fav of theirs. i end up just jumping along to this song so much. it's a jumping song !!! so much fun to listen to !!!! also really paints a picture of me that a fav song of mine is just "Armageddon, come come and get it! Armageddon, baby!" the whole The Devil album is soooooooooo much fun & also an album i had a Mood for. back in uhh oct 2021 i wanna say. around there. special mentions for Takedown, Kill Me Every Time, and Power Outrage (this last one especially, OH MAN this also makes me lose my shit in the best of ways)

Mr. Fear - SIAMES. in a dramatic tone change from the other choices, i really am quite fond of SIAMES's music. it's my chill music. & this song specifically is sooooooooo full of longing and wistfulness. it's the first one of theirs i listened to & it's so......... waaaaaaaaaaaaa.. special mention to Brothers, which i very nearly chose bc im obsessed with that song too, but Mr. Fear has had my heart in a chokehold since i first listened to it Years ago. had to answer that one.

uhm. there are 5! additional special mentions to Capricorn by Xan Griffin, Maniac by Stray Kids, and Lovesong by TXT, which are all individual songs i've had MASSIVE obsessions with in the past. the Repeat On End kinds of songs. im being a bad STAY by not including Stray Kids in the favorite bands list but i havent been listening to their music as much lately. feeling these top 5 much more rn

[goldenempyrean]

random question incoming! what was the last song you listened too?

Oooh! Nice question!

I'm currently listening to 'Meant To Be Yours' from the Heathers musical! :D

and before that it was: 'Dragula' By Rob Zombie :)

[poisonghoulart]

✨🎵Music Meme Tag🎵✨

I got tagged by @luqlustra!

Tag Game Rules: Shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag up to 10 people.

People - The Struts Walk in the Sun - Mcfly Jet Pack Blues - Fall Out Boy Hyper Music - Muse Beautiful Girls are the Loneliest - McBusted Holiday/Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day Sudden Desire - Hayley Williams Weight of the World - Evanescence Far too Young to Die - Panic! at the Disco One Foot Boy - Mika

✨Tagging:✨ I'm incredibly awkward about tagging people in things, so if you see this and wanna do it feel free!

[floral-hex]

Big disclaimer: I mainly only use Spotify at the gym.

[perotovar]

into the beat of the night (ch 6) "precious"

header by the lovely @sp00kymulderr ♥

pairing: frankie morales/oc!river price (they/them) rating: E (18+) chapter warnings: swearing, marisol makes a proper introduction, river bonding with a 4 year-old (it's cute, i promise), worried/frantic dad!frankie, google translated spanish (sorry), sub!frankie, oral (m receiving), rimming, fingering (m receiving), cum eating, if i missed anything else lmk! word count: 3.7k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta: @scenaaario

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

series masterlist

“I’m positive.”

Frankie bit his lip, arms crossed over his wide chest. “I know kids aren’t really–”

“Oh, hush,” River laughed, rolling their eyes. “She’s your daughter, babe. Of course I want to meet her.”

“Alright,” Frankie nodded, a small smile appearing on his lips. He exhaled softly, taking their ring-clad fingers in his and rubbing the knuckles. “I’ll get my keys and we can go pick her up from daycare, then.”

Warmth spread through River’s chest and they nodded, leaning over to kiss Frankie’s jaw. “Lead the way.”

As they drove to Marisol’s daycare, Frankie let River take over the radio this time, promising that they could show him more of their own personal taste in music. A lot of it sounded like the stuff they played at The Night Owl, but River’s taste was more varied. He surprised himself by how much of it he ended up liking. 

“You know what that means,” River’s face lighting up with a grin from the passenger seat. 

Frankie glanced at them before turning his blinker on and continuing through the intersection. “No, what?” he chuckled.

“It means,” River started, voice full of delight and teasing, “That you’re goth.”

Confusion graced Frankie’s features as he slowed down at a red light. He looked over at them like River had grown a third eye. “But I don’t look like it?”

River rolled their eyes and laughed. “I keep telling you guys that it’s a music-based subculture. As long as you like the music, then you’re free to identify that way,” they paused. “If you want to, of course.”

A laugh bubbled its way up Frankie’s chest and he smirked. “Oh, then I am so goth.”

“You only just figured out who Siouxsie and the Banshees are, Francisco.”

“I still don’t know why she has to spell her name like that,” he mumbled as they pulled into the parking lot of the daycare.

River laughed and Frankie melted.

A giggling bundle of pink barreled into Frankie’s open arms as he knelt down to pick up Marisol. “Hey, sweetheart,” Frankie smiled, kissing her cheek. “How was your day?”

Marisol didn’t answer him, eyes transfixed on the new figure standing next to her father. Her big brown eyes traveled over River, her cheeks flushed and warm from running, and maybe a little bit from nerves. 

“This is River, honey,” Frankie said, resting her on his hip as he stood. “This is daddy’s new friend.” The two of them had decided on easing Marisol into their relationship, when they figured out a way to describe River in a way that the little girl could understand.

River’s heart melted at the two of them. Frankie was right about River not being one for kids, but seeing their boyfriend be so soft and attentive to this little girl was doing things to them.

“Hi, sweetie,” River smiled, reaching out to tug on Marisol’s dress. “This is very pretty.”

Marisol blushed and smiled, hiding her face in Frankie’s neck. 

“What do we say?” Frankie encouraged, patting her little bum.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “I like your name.”

River and Frankie exchanged soft looks before River smiled gratefully. “That’s very sweet of you, honey.”

Marisol giggled and tucked her face back into Frankie’s neck, grabbing a tiny fistful of his t-shirt. When they made it back to Frankie’s truck, River climbed back into the passenger seat while Frankie buckled Marisol into her car seat. 

“What kind of music do you like, Marisol?” River asked, looking back at her.

Marisol’s little face scrunched up in thought, taking the question very seriously. “Hmm… pretty stuff! Stuff that ballerinas dance to,” she nodded, happy with what she decided on. 

River thought about it and scrolled through their playlists on their phone. Soft piano and an ethereal feminine voice rang through the speakers of the car as Frankie got into his own seat and started the truck. He raised a brow in River’s direction as he started driving toward his apartment.

River shrugged and smiled. “Kate Bush has pretty music. And she’s a classically trained dancer, so I think it qualifies as something a ballerina would dance to.” They both looked back at Marisol to see her with her eyes shut as she let the music overtake her little body.

Frankie smiled and nodded, accepting that defense. “Alright,” he chuckled.

Marisol was currently talking River’s ear off and Frankie was horrified. His little girl was as sweet as can be, but normally very shy. River seemed to have brought her out of her shell, a fact that filled him with joy, but he didn’t want an unexpected toddler question to make River uncomfortable.

“Did that hurt?!” Marisol squealed, poking River’s nose next to one of the piercings there. River spluttered and laughed, gripping Marisol’s tiny hand in theirs to remove it from their face. 

“It did, but it doesn’t hurt anymore,” they laughed softly. “This hurt more, though.” River poked their tongue out, showing her the piercing that lay in the middle.

“Wow!! That’s so weird!” Marisol giggled.

Frankie shook his head in amusement as he cleaned off the pan he’d be using to cook dinner. This was River’s second time at his apartment, but his first time cooking for them. The first was after their first night spent together. He and River had a movie night, and his thoughts quickly drifted to how that night progressed. River on their knees in front of him while he sat on the couch, his knuckles clenched white around the throw blanket to keep from coming. Their long hair framing their face as they kissed and licked down his hard–

“Frankie? Hello…?” River grinned, standing next to him and leaning against the kitchen counter. He startled and snapped his head up to look at them. His cheeks grew warm at their smirking face, and he felt the blush spread to his neck as they held his gaze. 

“Distracted?” they whispered, stepping into his space and kissing his jaw. They delicately licked  the patch of skin on his cheek void of any facial hair.

Frankie gulped and shivered. “I–I have to cook dinner, tu amenazas,” he chuckled softly. River smiled and gave him a quick kiss before settling back against the counter. “What were you saying before?”

“Oh, right,” River said, pointing toward the living room where Marisol was playing with her Barbies. “She wants to watch ‘mermaids’, and I didn’t know what that meant, but I assume you do.”

Frankie nodded and set down the pan in the sink before drying off his hands. “Yeah, c’mere, I’ll show you where all her movies are.” He smiled, leading River back into the living room. 

Marisol now enamored with her movie and River sitting on the floor next to her, Frankie felt warmth in his chest. As he made dinner, he couldn’t help but think of this being a regular occurrence. He knew that asking River to be a parent wasn’t fair to them, and this was still a pretty fresh relationship, but he allowed his mind to wander. He wanted to catch a glimpse of what the two of them would look like a few years down the line.

“Está listo, ustedes dos,” Frankie smiled, turning the stovetop off as the food sizzled in the pan.

“C’mon, you,” River grunted as they got up, holding their hand out for Marisol to take. Marisol happily took River’s hand as they walked into the little eating nook of the apartment. River picked her up and sat her down in her chair and set a plate in front of her.

Frankie's face visibly melted at the gesture and before he could stop himself, he leaned over and kissed River’s cheek. They both froze and looked at Marisol, who was too busy making her Barbie dance and do flips to notice. River snorted and gave Frankie a wink before taking a seat across from him at the table. 

Dinner went surprisingly well. River entertained all of Marisol’s silly questions with grace and an amused smile. Frankie watched with rapt attention and a bursting heart. Marisol was a curious little bug and he loved that about her, so it surprised him that she hadn’t already asked—

“Are you a boy or girl?”

The room seemed to still as Frankie and River made eye contact. Frankie started to panic, face pinched with worry, but River just smiled and put their hand on top of his to calm him down. 

“You have long hair like a girl,” Marisol mumbled over the thumb in her mouth. 

“I do,” River chuckled. 

“But kinda sound like a boy…”

Frankie looked at River, completely lost for words. He had no idea how to change the subject but River didn’t seem to be worried. 

“Well,” River started. “Some people are princesses,” they winked, poking Marisol’s tummy and making her giggle. “Some people are princes.” They looked over at Frankie and smiled, giving him a quick once-over. “And some people are a mix of the two.”

Marisol furrowed her little brow as she listened. “So… You get dresses and capes?” 

River met Frankie’s eyes before snorting, resting their chin in the palm of their hand. “That’s right,” they smirked.

“Ugh, that’s so cool.”

Frankie visibly deflated, eyes closing softly and exhaling. River rubbed his knuckles with their thumb comfortingly. “River is really cool,” Frankie piped in, smiling softly.

“I know that, daddy.”

River’s face softened as warmth colored their cheeks. “Thank you, sweetie.” They looked over at Frankie and made a show of checking him out, silently telling him what was in store for him later.

Frankie’s chest puffed up and he grinned, checking them out in return. “Alright, conejita, it’s getting late,” Marisol whined in protest. “Hey, you told me you’d be a big girl today, remember? Head into the bathroom and get onto your step so we can brush our teeth, okay?”

Marisol deflated a little and grumpily made her way down the hall. River gave Frankie an amused look before taking his hand in their own. “C’mere,” they hummed, pulling him close. They looked up at him from their seat and gripped onto his hips and ass, squeezing appreciatively.

Frankie shivered and cupped River’s face, kissing them deeply. “Gimme five minutes,” he breathed against their lips.

River changed, sporting a tank top and boxer briefs, and started looking around Frankie’s bedroom. On top of his dresser was a selection of photos: one of him lifting Marisol into the air, both of them giggling. River smiled, before moving their eyes to the next one: an old black and white photo of a man and a woman, presumably Frankie’s parents. The last photo was the one that really caught their attention: a much younger Frankie stood ramrod straight dressed in his military fatigues with a stern look on his face. “Must be after basic training,” they hummed under their breath. Frankie’s hair was cut short, none of the curls they loved so much to be seen.

Above the photos hung two separate certificates; one for the military, and one for flight school. Frankie had told them about his job a little, but because it was through the military, he could only explain so much. He could explain the maintenance part of his job, though.

“Alright, Marisol should be falling asleep anytime, her rain sounds are on full blast,” Frankie chuckled as he came into the room and locked the door. “What’cha lookin’ at, mi amor?”

River hummed, their thumb rubbing the side of Frankie’s young face on the photo. “You were so skinny,” they frowned, setting the photo back down.

Frankie came up behind them and rested his chin on their shoulder, swaying them back and forth a little. “Yeah. I was always pretty thin. Then Marisol came along and I started eating more regularly to keep her healthy,” he chuckled, kissing River’s cheek from behind them. 

River raised a brow and turned in his arms, holding onto the sides of his stomach. “You’re telling me this only happened within the last four years?” They asked incredulously, a smirk on their lips.

“Shhh,” Frankie chuckled and pressed their lips together, humming happily into River’s mouth. “Just go with it.”

“But I like this,” River pouted, squeezing Frankie’s fuller middle lovingly. Frankie blushed, smiled, and shrugged in acceptance. “Now,” River grinned, squeezing Frankie’s ass. “On the bed.”

A shiver traveled down Frankie’s spine, and he nodded, removing his clothes as he went. He laid against the headboard, bare legs spread out in front of him. His cock was already twitching to life at the sight of River pulling their long hair out of their face and into a loose ponytail.

“You kept stressing yourself out today,” River started, crawling onto the bed and getting comfortable between the thick muscles, kissing up his leg. “How come?” Their eyes moved up to his face as they sucked a mark on the inside of his knee.

Frankie relaxed, watching River’s mouth closely. “W-wanted things to go well with you and Marisol,” he answered, resting his hand on top of theirs on his opposite thigh. “Not burn dinner,” he laughed quietly.

River hummed, eyes shutting as they nibbled on the soft flesh. They rubbed up the sides of his legs comfortingly and made eye contact with him. “Think you did just fine,” they smiled, their lips making a small pop when they let go of his thigh. “Wanna thank you, in fact,” they breathed, their mouth moving to kiss and suck at his balls softly.

“F-fuck, for what, Río?” Frankie grunted, his cock twitching violently against his lower tummy. 

“Taking care of us,” they said casually, kissing up the length of his cock before engulfing the head with their mouth and flicking their tongue over the tip. Every time the piercing in their tongue made contact with his cock, the air left Frankie’s lungs.

A long whine left Frankie’s lips as he shivered, his stomach tensing. He looked down and groaned at his cock stretching River’s mouth to its limit.

River’s mouth popped off so they could lean forward and kiss Frankie’s ribs. They curled their fingers around his shaft and pumped languidly, their mouth sucking another mark below his pec. “Quiet, baby,” River hummed. “Don’t wanna wake her, right?”

Frankie nodded frantically, trying to keep his breathing under control. “R-right,” he gasped, River’s thumb rubbing over the head just right.

“Good boy,” River smirked, kissing their way back down to his cock. They started bobbing their head up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, watching Frankie’s face the whole time. Frankie moaned quietly, one big hand cupping the back of River’s head to keep them in place, and the other braced on their tattooed shoulder.

“B-baby, fuck, your fuckin’ mouth,” he groaned, shutting his eyes and tipping his head back.

River moaned around him and subtly moved down the bed until Frankie was lying on his back, one long leg draped over their shoulder and down their back. An idea popped into River’s head, making them smirk to themself. Their mouth lifted off of his cock again and they put two of their own fingers into their mouth, making them as wet as possible. Their hand kept a steady pace, their eyes locked on Frankie’s blissed out features. His eyes were still closed and he was moaning weakly, his whole body twitching and shivering.

Slowly, they lowered their mouth back into their original position, but this time, they flicked their tongue along the inside of his foreskin and gently grazed their teeth across the exposed head. Frankie let out a louder moan, eyes shooting open to see what they were doing. River hummed and winked at him, one of their wet fingers moving between his legs and teasing around the rim of his asshole.

“Riv,” Frankie panted, face pinched in pleasure. 

River shut their eyes in bliss and bobbed their head again, their first finger pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Frankie let out a shaky exhale, his breath hitching as River went deeper.

“Fuck,” he whined, chest heaving and toes curling. River added the second finger, and watched his face as they pumped them in and out slowly. His head was pushed back into the pillow underneath, that thick neck of his taut and flushed a deep red color. 

River moved their free hand underneath one of his thighs and pushed it back until his knees were up closer to his shoulders, exposing his hole to them. They hummed around his cock, relishing in the weight of him. His obedience made them shiver as heat built in their core. They sped up the rhythm of their fingers enough to get him to moan weakly again, the wet suck of their fingers inside him loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom. 

They sucked hard around the head of his cock before pulling away. “Touch yourself,” they hummed, voice thick and lips swollen. 

Frankie was on another planet and just barely heard them. He looked at their flushed face, eyes half lidded and glossy, plush lips parted. Frankie looked beautiful. Wrecked. 

They spread their fingers slightly, keeping up the pace. Frankie’s eyes rolled back and he groaned, long fingers curling around his cock and pumping. 

“Slowly,” they commanded, removing their fingers, green eyes stern, but not unkind. They knew Frankie needed to be told what to do sometimes and it made Frankie’s heart soar. He did what he was told, slowly moving his hand over his cock.

River hummed appreciatively and held the backs of his thighs steady. “Good boy,” they grinned, collecting saliva on their tongue before spitting directly onto his hole.

Frankie gasped loudly, squeezing his cock, and looked down at River. “R-Río! Wait–”

“Shhh,” they soothed, kissing down his thigh until their tongue met the rim of his hole and teased it over the puckered skin.

“H-holy fuck, Riv,” Frankie groaned, his free hand covering his mouth so he’d stay quiet. “I-I’m gonna fucking come,” he whined, voice muffled behind his fingers, and squeezed the base of his cock to prolong the inevitable.

“Not yet,” they said casually, their pierced tongue dragging over the tight ring of muscle before venturing further in. River moaned once their tongue was inside him, their lips sucking on the rim simultaneously. They made eye contact with him, their green ones determined and nearly black with desire.

Frankie was a fucking wreck. His thighs trembled on either side of River’s head and his toes were curled so hard his feet were nearly folded in half. His entire body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and he could barely breathe. His head felt fuzzy, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. “B-baby, please, I can’t–”

River moaned and removed their mouth from him. They licked their lips and wiped the back of their hand over their mouth to collect any left over saliva. They dragged their knuckles over his hole teasingly before pressing the pads of their fingertips back inside him. Frankie whimpered and bit down onto his hand as he looked at them pleadingly.

“You wanna come on my face, baby?” River said softly, soothingly. Frankie’s nearly purple cock twitched violently in his hand and he nodded frantically.

“P-please, yes, I–”

River chuckled softly as they lowered their face toward his cock, exposing their pierced tongue to him, eyes shut softly.

Frankie groaned and started pumping his cock quickly, aiming it toward their face. His fist was practically a blur, the amount of pre-cum covering his cock working in his favor. 

“Oh, mierda. Ay dios mío...” Frankie whined, voice pitched up an octave or two before his cock burst, thick ropes of come painting River’s face. Frankie kept stroking himself until there wasn’t anything left. He panted heavily, little whines and whimpers leaving him sporadically.

River smiled, licking the cum off their lips and chin before wiping the rest off with their fingers and sucking them clean. “Good boy, good fuckin’ boy,” they hummed, crawling between his legs so they could kiss Frankie deeply. 

Frankie moaned at the taste of his spend on their tongue, his big hands cradling the sides of their face. He was still catching his breath, but didn’t want to stop. River came up for air, a big smile on their lips as they pressed their forehead to his. They just breathed for a moment, letting Frankie come back down to earth.

“You okay?”

Frankie blinked up at them, eyes half lidded and shiny. He hummed, his body feeling fuzzy and satisfied, heavy. “Yeah,” he smiled. “That was… wow,” a dopey giggle escaping him.

River snorted and kissed the corner of his mouth. “First time someone’s done that?”

Frankie nodded, pulling them down until they were chest to chest. He rubbed up and down their back. “Yeah, I’m usually the one doing that sort of thing.” River hummed in response, laying their head against his broad chest and getting comfy. “Speaking of which,” Frankie tapped their shoulder, then his own chest. “Come up.”

River shook their head. “No, honey, it’s not transactional, I wanted to–”

“Get. Up. Here.”

River shuddered and obeyed, crawling up Frankie’s torso until they were sitting on his lap. “You sure?” 

“Mmm, positive,” Frankie grinned, squeezing their thighs.

Frankie startled awake, something loud crashing in the kitchen. He looked around his bedroom briefly, arm reaching out toward River’s side. When that side felt cold, he frowned and looked toward the open bedroom door. Marisol’s giggles drifted into the room and he relaxed, throwing the sheets off his tired body. He grunted as he bent over to grab his underwear and the t-shirt he was wearing yesterday.

He yawned and scratched his head, curls messy and sticking up in every direction. He slowly walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he heard River speaking quietly to Marisol. 

“No, we’ll get you some orange juice instead,” they chuckled, the sound of a ceramic mug being placed on the kitchen counter.

Marisol shook her head and scrunched her face.

“No? Well, what would you like instead?”

Frankie leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. He stopped next to the kitchen, staying out of sight, a smile growing on his lips.

The refrigerator door opened and Marisol grunted quietly, like she was reaching for something.

“Ahh, apple juice. I agree, this is way better,” River whispered, like it was a big secret to be revealed. 

Marisol giggled and Frankie rested his forehead on the wall. His heart thundered in his chest as a wide smile grew on his face.

[izurou]

THE AIR BETWEEN US FT. SUNA RINTAROU

synopsis: your best friend comes to a realization when you go out on a date — leaving him all alone in his brand new home.

contains: female reader. best friend suna. brief mentions and allusions to marriage. reader is a bit oblivious to rin’s feelings. swearing. lotta banter. one small part features jus rinnie (while reader is on her date) 2.8k words.

note: okok i’ve never written smth like this before but i’m so super proud of it and had so much fun ?!? ahhhh :’)

rintarou’s apartment is warm.

a little place about five minutes from the heart of downtown—rather mundane, and lacking a bit of everything. he has a few decorative pillows and other small trinkets, most of which were pawned off on him by his mother as he was moving out.

almost everything else he now owns was bought on a whim, with no regard for how any of it would tie together in a room. luckily, he had no desire for colour, and opted for neutrals when available.

his home is often quiet, lifeless—whether he’s there or he’s not, varying shades of navy blue seep through the blinds and cast dark shadows onto his walls.

he’s adjusting to it—the solitude. getting himself out of bed every morning, no incessant nagging from his father about it being half past noon, no music blaring from his younger sister’s room. it’s just him, the buzzing of his toothbrush, and the little sticker on his bathroom mirror that reads hello gorgeous, courtesy of atsumu.

and yet, out of the handful of times you’ve been there, the space has felt nothing but alive—with artificial orange hues filling the rooms, and the scent of freshly sprayed linen hanging in the air. even with the crisp breeze floating in through the wide open windows, it’s warm.

but sometimes, it’s incredibly loud.

“professional big spoon?” you hear him howling from the kitchen, mock and hilarity woven into each syllable—and immediately, regret starts to bubble in your chest.

you have a date tonight, soon. it’s nothing more than a casual dinner, with a guy you recently met on a dating app. he’s cute, tall, friendly—which is already more than you could say for most of the men on there, so why the hell not?

of course, upon hearing about the whole ordeal your best friend insisted that you come over the day of. you knew he’d want to poke his nose in your business and ask about the man—but the more rintarou talks, the more you begin to think he invited you here just to ridicule your match.

“this has gotta be the world’s douchiest bio,” he scoffs, furrowing his brows as he stares down at the screen. “6’2 my ass.”

he mutters the last part under his breath, opening his near empty fridge in search of something to wash down the sour taste flooding his mouth.

“what does he gain from lying about his height?” you chime, slipping into the room and watching as rintarou tilts his head back, chugging the remainder of yesterday’s gatorade.

he wipes at his mouth with the back of his palm, shifting his gaze over to you. quickly—he allows his eyes to travel from your head down to your feet, and back up once more.

hm.

“more matches,” he shrugs, leaning against the edge of the countertop and averting his attention back to the screen. “a little confidence, maybe.”

“so, you lie on your dating profile too?” you quirk a brow, tossing your jacket over the back of a of dining room chair. you slink a bit closer, preparing to snatch your phone back as soon as the chance presents itself.

“i don’t have to,” he huffs, jerking his hand away mere seconds before yours comes swooping in. “too slow, thanks for coming out though.”

“rin, stop fucking around,” you grumble, tugging on his arm as he holds it above his head. “you’re going to be the best man at our wedding, right? might as well practice not being a giant ass while you still have time.”

tch.

“hey, easy lovebird,” he hisses, feeling your nails dig into the skin on his wrist. his nose scrunches up and his brows furrow—a grumpy, get the hell away from me face you know all too well. placing the base of his palm flat against your forehead, he lightly pushes you away. “i’ll definitely be the best man there, but i’m not giving any speeches.”

“whatever, give me back my phone,” you mutter, glancing at rintarou’s brand new, never been and hopefully never will be used oven. “we’re meeting at eight, i have to go.”

“here, might wanna declaw before you leave,” he hands over the device and frowns, rubbing at the subtle red line forming near his elbow. “fuckin’ gremlin.”

you ignore his comment, reaching for your jacket and slipping the leather onto your arms. you fiddle with it, shifting and repositioning the fabric until it sits on your shoulders just right. it’s a bit oversized, but not too much, and it compliments the black lace trim on your cami. at least, you think it does.

“do i look okay?” you ask, peering up at rintarou who, is now wrist deep in a bag of calbee hot and spicy potato chips.

“mmm, you look like you do every day,” he replies through a mouthful.

“wow, i’m sure there’s thousands lining up to hear that one,” you laugh, and something resembling a smile forms on his lips.

“what can i say?” he agrees, weakly gesturing to himself before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking the flavouring off. he strolls over to the front door, where you’re already reaching for the knob—trying desperately to flee. “hey, text me later, okay?”

“will do,” you assure.

“and have fun,” he adds, leaning his head against the doorframe as you step out into the hall. “but not too much.”

“yes, mother, bye now.”

he watches you practically skip down the narrow, dimly lit corridor until you disappear around the corner—and again, he’s alone.

⋆

rintarou props his feet up on his little black coffee table, aimlessly flipping his way through netflix—searching for something, anything to distract his saboteur mind.

it’s dark, the sun has long been set, and hues of navy blue bleed past the blinds. the streetlights outside paint the shadow of a tree onto his living room wall, though it resembles something much more frightening—a monster. could it be the same one who used to hide under his bed when he was a kid?

he continues to scroll until he comes across an anime, ouran high school host club. huh, you like that one. not his cup of tea by any means, but it’ll do—it’s just something to fill the silence after all. a shiver greets rintarou’s spine as he presses play, and he instinctively nuzzles into the collar of his sweatshirt. it’s cold.

craning his neck back, he narrows his gaze onto the window—wide open and practically begging for the frigid air to waltz right in. he inhales, shuts his eyes, and exhales. it’s too far.

he blindly throws his hand over the back of the couch, patting around until he feels the familiar fluff of his old rick and morty blanket. usually, it’d be sitting at the foot of his bed, but he just so happened to be in a similar predicament before you arrived late this afternoon.

he spreads the fleece over himself, and it barely covers three quarters of his body, but it’s a hell of lot better than nothing. he tugs his sleeves over his balled up fists and crosses his arms over his chest, allowing his eyes to close once more.

yes, this’ll do. he can feel himself drifting off, becoming less aware of the sounds emanating from the television, less aware of the nagging thoughts feeding off his brain—except, for one.

vows don’t count as speeches, do they?

⋆

rintarou wakes to a low buzzing—vibrations that stem from the pocket of his hoodie and roll up his torso. someone’s calling.

he reaches, but his hand is forced to take a detour to the back of his neck, where a kink is in the midst of settling into the muscle. a few profanities slip out, all directed at himself for not laying down like a normal nap taking human.

“yeah?” he answers, leaning his head against the back of the sofa while pressing the device to his ear. he didn’t bother reading the contact name—he hasn’t heard from his mother at all today, and she’s made a daily habit of checking in on him, asking if he’s eating proper meals and doing his laundry.

at this point his microwave has stolen the title of best friend right out from under your nose, and there’s a basket of clean clothes that’s been in the corner of rintarou’s bedroom for the past three days. still, he always answers yes.

“rin, did i wake you?”

wait—it’s you. what time is it?

“oh, hey. yeah, you did,” he yawns, squinting at the tv, where a few boys in purple uniforms are talking about—fancy tuna? you are so weird. he pulls back for a moment, peering at the numbers sitting at the top of his screen—9:13 pm. “you home already?”

“no, i’m still here.”

shit, he better start practicing his i object.

“well? did they give him a booster seat?” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but his expression remains deadpan.

“he didn’t show up, rintarou.”

yes, maybe he doesn’t have to.

“huh? so you’ve just been sitting there?” he asks, using a finger to push the fluff on his blanket from side to side—against the grain, and with.

“yeah, i had hope for a while.”

he wants to say something—but he can’t decide on what. is this the appropriate time to insert a short joke? usually, he wouldn’t give it a second thought, especially when it comes to you. you’ve been there for at least eight of his top ten most unsavoury comments—such as when he felt the need to guess how many husbands your english teacher has had throughout the years while she stood not two feet away—only to settle on none.

yet, the thought of you sitting all alone at a table somewhere—dolled up and waiting for someone who never even planned on coming in the first place—has the wings of every butterfly in his stomach wilting, causing them to nosedive into his bottomless pit of gatorade and potato chips.

so, he finally decides.

“i’ll come pick you up,” he blurts out, shoving rick and morty off to the side before rising to his feet.

“no, you don’t have to do that,” you protest—guilt lingering in your gut and causing you to second guess your decision to call. he’s been so sluggish as of late—sleeping in past his alarms, napping more often. it’s obvious that life has been doing a number on him recently. the last thing he needs is to be dragged out.

“no? why else would you call?” he hums, shuffling over to the pitch black void where his kitchen is. he feels around a bit until the familiar jingle of his car keys fills his ears. “text me the address, i’ll be there soon.”

he hangs up without warning, leaving you with no choice but to sit and wait.

rintarou grimaces as he nears the door, feeling a gust of wind as it sneaks in through his window and engulfs the entire living room in a frigid hell. he’s tired, exhausted even—and he doesn’t feel like driving right now.

but, he’s glad you’re dragging him out.

⋆

“don’t even say it,” is the first warning you give rintarou when you slide into the passenger seat of his car. he’s sitting, slouched forward a little as he rubs his hands together for warmth. you know the words are right there on the tip of his tongue, but you don’t want to hear them.

“oh come on,” he groans, visibly annoyed by your sudden demand.

“i’ve been embarrassed enough tonight, thanks,” you give him a faux smile—the passive aggressive kind you’d give to an irate customer.

“so, shouldn’t you like be used to it by now?” he mimics your tone, slightly raising the pitch of his voice.

“tch, you’d think so,” you mutter, noting the stray flakes, fluffy and white, that begin to encase his vehicle. huh, first of the season.

a comfortable silence settles between the two of you—nothing but the sounds of wet tires on pavement and an overly enthusiastic radio host.

rintarou’s never been one to offer verbal support to his friends, or anyone for that matter—it makes him feel awkward, vulnerable. he’s more or less always let his actions portray his feelings, so—him taking twenty minutes out of his evening to come get you means something, you’re sure of it.

still, you like seeing him squirm a little.

“why do you think he didn’t come?” your voice is like a dagger, cutting through the silence before settling at the base of his throat.

“dunno, maybe he has trouble getting it up,” he responds, dulling the blade completely.

“rintarou,” you sigh, blunt and a little defeated—but he swears he can feel you breaking skin with the second syllable of his name. eyes on the road rintarou.

“i don’t know, does it matter?” he tries, sweeping your attempt to kill him right under the rug. however, the wound is already there—open and weakening his resolve by the second. “it’s not you.”

“and if it is?”

“it’s not,” he’s firm, hoping that his words drill into that pretty little head of yours. “he’s missing out, would’ve been one hell of a wedding.”

“yeah,” you agree, “i was looking forward to that speech of yours. highlight of the night.”

“what about when i start drunk dancing with this guy’s mom?” he says, glancing over to catch the smile blooming on your lips—and it’s as if that dagger never existed at all.

“you? dancing?” you scoff, watching as rintarou’s skin glows a momentary orange with each passing streetlight.

“just because you’ve never seen it, doesn’t mean it can’t exist,” he’s quick to defend himself—clearly taking your disbelief to heart.

you turn, holding back laughter as a very specific mental image pops into your brain. rintarou—drunk off his ass in a suit and tie, holding the hands of your groom’s mother as he awkwardly tries to dance with her—simultaneously pissing off half the guests in attendance.

you wonder how many drinks it would take for him to get to that point, or if it’d even take any at all—you’re almost certain that a pep talk and a measly twenty from atsumu would suffice.

either way, the thought alone almost has you wishing this date would’ve gone a little better.

⋆

now, the route back to your place is quick—but it’s not the one rintarou took. instead, you’re coming up on the small 24 hour convenience store, which is about a two minute walk from his place.

“rin,” you start, “i thought you were taking me home?”

“huh?” he glances over at you, putting on a faux look of innocence. “all i said was that i’d pick you up.”

“asshole,” you mumble, noting the increase in wind—which is giving the illusion of a horizontal snowfall.

“relax,” he snorts, pulling the car up in front of his apartment. “i’ll drive you home later, now get out.”

you watch as he shoves a hand into the pocket of his sweatpants, lifting his hips ever so slightly to fish a pair of keys out—one large and one small.

“head up, i’ll park.”

he waits for a moment, watching as you scurry up the stairs and into the warmth of the lobby before he drives off into the parking lot.

in a matter of twenty minutes, the weather has taken a turn for the worse—and rintarou braces himself for the short walk to the side door. he’s going against the wind, hands shoved into his pockets, hood blown off his head. he can feel the wind creeping beneath his sweater, penetrating his skin. it’s horrible.

then, it’s not. he’s inside, safe from the storm threatening to tear the building from it’s soil. he opts to take the stairs—remembering what his father once said about taking an elevator during a storm.

his nose and ears are pink, bordering red as he swiftly makes his way down the hall. as he nears his suite—a warm amber glow greets him from beneath the door, and his chest tightens. those damn stairs, maybe he should take them more often.

he swings the door open, and there you are—sitting on his couch, drowning in his blanket, table side lamps on, window shut.

“what the fuck, rin!” you gawk, pulling your knees to your chest and shivering. “close your goddamn windows before you leave.

he can feel it too, this numbing temperature—it’s much worse than it was before his nap.

“also, i cannot believe you were watching this without me,” you cut him off before he has the chance to respond—and he’d expect to be embarrassed having been caught, but he’s not.

he’s happy, because you’re patting the spot next to you while wearing what he thinks has to be the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. maybe he should start practicing his i do.

because even with the season’s most polar air standing between the two of you,

rintarou’s apartment is warm.

[universe-friday]

EXCERPT #19:

Hello. I hope somebody is listening.

[…]

Old sport! Ah! I have such a story to tell you!

You must remember that Thalia is a DJ, right? Which is so cool! …Even if I don’t often visit clubs personally.

Well, we were hanging out again recently and she tells me she managed to book a gig as a supporting act!

I was so, so excited. I told her I was going to buy flowers, toss them on the stage as she gives her final bow, cheer the loudest, and be the biggest supporter in that crowd.

But when she told me when it was…Oh, old sport, I felt so bad when I had to tell her I was busy.

I apologised over and over. I reassured her over and over, that I will still be that biggest supporter… I’ll just have to give her the flowers after the show…

Being Thalia, she laughs and tells me not to stress so hard. Which, as she should know by now, is something I have no idea how to do.

I told her she was right. Because there would always be a next show, and maybe someday, even her headliner. It was only until I said that when she told me off…

[…]

When the day of the show came, I made sure to wish Thalia the best of luck when I could, before I set off on my own plans that day… To a concert!

This band that I have been obsessed with from day one, the first ever time they played at this carnival. Since that day, they have grown to be so much popular, so, of course, it gets harder day by day to talk to them.

Let me tell you, old sport, I would just talk their ears off… about how much their music has inspired me, how much it just lifts me up every time I listen to it. Never mind whenever the opportunity to hear them live strikes, I swear, I could ascend to heaven every time.

I’m lucky to get a good spot in the crowd, second or third row, though I remember when it used to be so easy to get barrier… I start to wonder if they ever remembered my face.

The lines dimmed and everyone starts screaming. It’s funny, old sport, how people scream at any small movements at concerts, knowing full well the main act doesn’t come on for another hour.

I’ve always enjoyed the openers for this band, as they choose artists they really enjoy personally, and they have an undoubtedly good taste in music.

Which is why I shouldn’t have been surprised when I saw a very familiar pink head of hair enter the stage…

I scream Thalia’s name in amongst the varied cheers from the crowd, and she looks up right at me. Her face reads of total confusion, as well as mine, yet we were equally as overjoyed as one another.

[…]

After Thalia’s set, I get a message from her. A rare occasion, as we both agree against trusting these forms of communication, since the City monitors it 24/7.

She tells me to meet her at the bar. Despite my good space in the crowd, I decided to head back to talk to her. Really, old sport, I wanted to tell her how good her set was. She really knew how to hype up a crowd.

Instead of talking, however, Thalia nods her head towards a door. Before I get to say anything, she’s already walked through.

As we walk down this hallway, I am asking Thalia so many questions.

‘How did you do this?’ and, ‘You know this is my favourite band, right?’ and, ‘How!?’

Yet, Thalia just stayed silent. The whole time we’re walking, I’m asking and asking, and only do I stop in my tracks when we make our way to the door at the end of the hallway.

The door lies halfway open, and within seconds, I saw them all.

The band I have adored for years, all sitting right in front of me. Even the drummer, my favourite in the group, was laying on the couch with his boyfriend; who himself is an infamous professional rugby player.

Thalia introduces me, but I have no clue what to say. I had so many questions, so many thoughts. Yet, all of them at once leave my head in that very moment.

As I muster up the courage, I eventually got to talk to them. Questions came back to me, and these were truly lovely people; who did recognise me!

I thanked Thalia for hours and hours after the gig. And yes, she did get her flowers.

[…]

If only I could find the right people to meet you again, February. I’d queue for hours to see you again. Wait at the stage door even just to see you in passing, to get a glimpse of you again…

Yet, I also have so many questions for you too, February. But when will we ever have the time to talk? I’m running out of time, even now…

♪ There’s nothing left for us anymore Why aren’t you listening? Why aren’t you listening to me? There’s nothing left. ♪

NOTE: as inspired by the week #4 prompts of february friday events as organised by @februaryfridayevents! this week's themes were minor characters / rarepairs / crossovers! so i decided to feature a certain band in this excerpt.... wonder who...!

thank you for joining and supporting the blog throughout the february friday festivities! and thank you to @februaryfridayevents for hosting! as always, i will be back again next week <3

[sopestvr]

(BM) MATTHEW KIM.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“YOU’RE CUTE WHEN YOU BLUSH.”

𓈀﹟★̶̲ 𓍢 ⋆⠀somin brings you along to what she simply called a “car show”, yet you found yourself looking at much more than cars.

†⠀warnings y disclaimers — fem!reader. streetracer!au. fluff. teasing. poking fun at matthew for being a simp. the entirety of KARD doing likewise. swearing. sort of. no smut at all cause my step brothers name is mathew and ew gross no. wc : 1k

♱⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BLARING MUSIC was never really [Y/N]’s thing, not her forte. I’m lying, yes the fuck it was. Ear bleeding and boisterous songs were everything she ever loved. Whether she was at yet another rave party, or simply just folding laundry in her apartment with nothing but a robe and headphones on.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀So, when she waltzed into a car show party alongside her good friend Somin, the uproarious melodie’s that would burst a normal person’s eardrums were nothing to the lady. Quite frankly, she was pleased by them. Especially the bass, oh did the woman love her a good bass.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀With her and Somin’s arms interlocked, the two young women made their way into the crowd that engulfed the duo like water to a puddle. Their matching heels clacked diligently against the rugged cement floor, [Y/N]’s eyes wandering about whilst she took in her surroundings that practically suffocated her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀There were bright lights that hung from above, speakers ricocheting off the building walls from within the trunk of cars, the intoxicating smell of alcohol burning through her nostrils. Everything that surrounded the woman brought nothing but joy to her, a lingering smile glistening all over her face as she allowed Somin to guide her through the horde.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“C’mon I have a friend that I want you to meet.” the woman winked in [Y/N]’s direction, ushering her roommate towards the grouping of cars that were aligned with one another up ahead.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Each one of them were plastered with a different car wrap design that prominently stood out from the rest. They were each unique to the varied men that stood confidently by their vehicles, women wrapped around them with fingers trailing all over their bodies. They were like two ends of a magnet pulling together, each of them all over one another.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Most of the men were far too mediocre for [Y/N]’s peculiar taste. They all had the same style, fake accent, fake chains, and even the same side swoop haircut. The woman thought it was undeniably tacky and boring. Practically none of them caught her eye.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Almost none expect for one.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He was a broad shouldered man who stood tall and loosely against his bright green 1970 Dodge Challenger R/T. The neon lights displayed saturated hues along his smooth skin, yet the man’s entire attention was only focused on his phone. He paid no mind to the assortment of beautiful women who surrounded him, attempting to grasp his attention.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A vague ‘hm’ tumbled from [Y/N]’s mouth as she observed the sight, realizing that Somin was bringing her towards the man all the while. He had matching green hair that was slicked back, a couple tiny strands curling against his forehead. If not for his car that the woman oh so admired, her eyes would’ve stuck to him like glue.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Yo, Matt! I got somethin’ for you!” Somin hollered mediocrely, her voice alone pulling the man from his device screen as he gazed up in her direction.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Once his chocolate colored eyes landed on Somin, a sly grin marred his previously grimaced face, nodding at the woman. He was about to return back to whatever activities he’d been doing on his phone when he made eye contact with [Y/N] for nothing more than a millisecond. The man was simply just trying to look at his device, yet the moment he realized there was someone walking alongside Somin, he snapped his head back up in an instant.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His eyes resembled much of a puppy, the way he gazed at [Y/N] who’d been laughing with Somin whilst the pair neared Matthew. Once he took in her appearance, he couldn’t pull them away, scrambling to stand up straight. Only, when he did that, he realized just how tall the woman actually was.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It was evident she towered over Somin, yet the man hadn’t realized she did likewise to him as well. A hesitant gulp was pulled from deep within his throat, the air around him suddenly becoming a little warm.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Ay, eyes over here buddy.” Somin snapped at the man, pulling him from his trance as he shook his head ever so slightly.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“N/N this is my good friend Matthew Kim. BM for short. And, Matt, this is my girl friend Y/N.” Somin introduced the two, both of their eyes already interlocked with one another.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[Y/N] displayed none other than a swift snarky grin, her top row of teeth briefly tugging in her bottom lip. However, Matthew on the other hand, couldn’t help himself but hold an admirable expression all over. It was almost as if he was at a loss for words, which [Y/N] thought was absolutely and undeniably adorable.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“And what does BM stand for?” [Y/N] inquired, her interest piquing at the mention of a particular nickname.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Big!” Matthew blurted out of random, earning an eyebrow raise from [Y/N] whilst her grin broadened.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Big Matthew. God this fuckin’ idiot…” Somin pressed her fingers against her middle of her eyebrows, an exasperated sigh falling from her lips at Matthew’s incompetence.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She knew he was dumb, just not that dumb.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[Y/N] couldn’t help but snicker to herself. Matthew all too entranced by the sounds. Never in his life would he have guessed he’d be so enthralled by a woman he’s barely even met. Yet, there was something about her that he couldn’t put his finger on. Not at the moment, at least.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Oh? Is it just ‘cause you’re tall, or.. is for something else?” The woman smoothed out her sly smirk, tilting her head at Matthew who was stunned by her statement, a light pink tint shading his face.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Somin laughed at the man’s expression, bending over a bit whilst she held her stomach. Soon enough others joined them and began poking fun at Matthew’s expression.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[Y/N] didn’t mean to cause such chaos but it sure was funny watching the man get made fun of by women that were half his size. The way the redness that conveyed across his cheeks only got worse the more they pushed him around was everything.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “You’re cute when you blush.” [Y/N] added to the fun, the rest laughing at how Matthew had to cover his face that time, turning around completely with his friend wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

© SOPESTVR — do not steal my works. all rights reserved.

[curdled-blood]

I would like to know your headcanons for Splendor and Fen 👀 Basic stuff like personality and hobbies. I have my own versions of them that I’m in love with, but I love seeing other people’s stuff too. -🎀

OMG I HAVE MY OWN VERSIONS TOO!!! I'm so happy you asked because Fen is one of my favs ever !!!

To start things off it is my version of them used to be humans that died and came back, same with the rest of their family!! I'm not quiet exactly sure how Splendor but I know that Fen's death was a murder that happened due to a series of unfortunate events that happened in his life.. Don't make deals with a man claiming to be the devil, kids.

Personality:

Splendor - to be honest his personality is about what you'd expect. Very much up beat and happy go lucky optimist type deal that has definitely been influenced by past traumas in his life 😃 He's especially peppy around kids and REFUSES to swear cuz yk... but around other adults he kindaaa loosens up a bit but he can still be a bit uptight. Even then, he still has a chaotic side that RARLEY peeks out. Sometimes he gets so wound up that he just eventually breaks down and starts freaking out but he usually finds a way to survive 👍🏻 fighting the urge to call him a prude cuz thats mean but its so truuuuuuuuuue

Offender - Okay so like imagine if Deadpool was more cut off and distant. Flirty, witty, kind of a prick but secretly has a heart of...silver. If you wanna get to know him, and I mean REALLY get to know him, it's pretty much impossible unless you were quite literally hand picked and/or forced upon him (i.e. his proxies *wearing a t-shirt that says ask about my fen proxy ocs*) Bro doesn't even trust his own fucking family, so he tends to be stand-off-ish if that makes sense 😭

I should see what personality types they have 🤔

Hobbies:

Splendor -

Cooking - OKAY BUT YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN WOULD NOT MAKE THEEEE BEST COMFORT FOOD YOU'VE EVER FUCKING TASTED. You eat one of his dishes and suddenly you have fat puppy syndrome. Fat, full, and tired. I like to think him and his family was from Germany and that he specializes in German dishes :D

Baking - Same with cooking, you CANNOT disagree that he'd make the most delicious goodies. He also definitely makes weed brownies, though he may deny it.

Music - Splendorman may not play an instrument like some of his other family members, but boy does he love listening to music. Him and Trenderman both LOOOVE to collect vinyls together <3. Splendor definitely has a record player that he uses RELIGIOUSLY and a phonograph somewhere around his big ass cottage teehee

Tea - OH yeah, ya boys a tea conisour. He has like every tea you can think of AND THEN SOME. he probably has an entire room just for storing all that damn tea.

Offender -

Gardening - Since Fen was a kid he's been absolutely in love with nature, especially flowers specifically. Sometimes he'll spend hours, even entire days, messing around out front of his broken down mansion and about his forest, tending to the flowers and other floura.

Violin - Another hobby Offender has had since he was a small lad!! Over the many years of his existence he has had plenty of time to master the craft of violin playing. Though since his death he stopped playing as often as he used to but he still does every now and then!!

Singing - Fen may not sing often but when he does, he has the voice of an arch fucking angel. He likes singing just fine but if he's being completely honest with himself, he enjoys playing the violin more. Though he does occasionally use his hypnotic voice to lure people in so he can steal their souls but that's business, not a hobby.

Painting - Yet another activity Fen is incredibly skilled in, but does not often indulge in. But since Fen has access to so many different flowers with many varying colors, sometimes he'll make paint to make something insanely beautiful.

Random Fun Fen Fact: After his death, Fen has this snake tattoo implanted on him by the devil that is slowly moving and slithering around his body!!

[inxzoid]

THIS POST IS NOT IMPORTANT UNLESS YOU WANNA BE FRIENDS!!!

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This is just a little about me for anyone who wants to talk abt stuff they enjoy or just want a friend🫶

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I'm 15

I only have 3 friends at the moment

I'm a gal🫡 if that matters to anyone💀

Idm if u don't respond everyone's busy with school rn and I have a lot of personal matters going on just take ur time but if ur not gonna talk to me just say it so I don't waste my time

I'm multifandom, I'm open to anything but my latest obsession is twilight😝 I swear something abt those movies r so good, but uhm I also like tokio hotel and supernatural so feel free

I got discord, snapchat and instagram so if yall wanna talk on there instead it's fine idm😭😭

#TEAMJACOB my bbygirl needs so attention istg like he's so underrated and overrated at the same time😣

I don't rlly have specific music tastes I vary from nu metal to just the popular songs I do hate country tho its a no go for me😭

Idm calling sometimes js know its not gonna happen a lot, I don't have a lot of free time and when I do I just take it to relax instead of speaking to friends and all

I love love slasher movies, scream is my all time favorite and like my bloody valentine😛

Idc who u are as a person, how you look, how you sound just as long as ur not rude to me or anyone I know unless I'm sitting on them then were all good

I love to post on here mainly just my interests at the moment like edits I found or just like questions which isn't often (dilfs 4life)

I don't rlly have any hobbies just like listening to music, shopping, and hanging out w friends😋

I may be updating this I'm not sure but DM me if u wanna be friends or just talk abt stuff🫡🫡(I updated this so if yall saw a different version ur not crazy)

[seriousbrat]

For now I exhausted my marauders questions, I need time to come up with some more! But I love your blog so here’s a new spin:

Snape or Lily!

- Most likely to be good with animals

- Most likely to be good at drawing

- Most likely to play an instrument (Squidward Snape playing oboe?)

- Most likely to be good at cooking (how transferable are the potioneering skills?)

- Best music taste (goes out of their way to discover new music)

- Who learned the patronus first?

- Best at keeping secrets

- Most likely to develop any kind of adiction (and what would it be!)

- Who swears the most?

- Who can handle their drink the most?

Yesss I love the snily version of this just as much, so thank you!

- Most likely to be good with animals: Well obviously Lily. Snape is good at dissecting animals perhaps.

- Most likely to be good at drawing: Sev. He's just very technical and precise and also I feel like Lily would be pants at drawing lol

- Most likely to play an instrument (Squidward Snape playing oboe?): you're 1000% right, it's squidward snape playing the oboe.

- Most likely to be good at cooking (how transferable are the potioneering skills?) Okay here's the thing. If it was following a recipe precisely, it would be Sev. If it was an intuitive, taste-based experimental thing, Lily.

- Best music taste (goes out of their way to discover new music) DIFFICULT question. Sev probably has the most pretentious, niche, intellectual taste. Lily is a little bit more open-minded and varied. I'd say they're on equal ground with this.

- Who learned the patronus first? Lily. I actually think Sev had some trouble with the patronus charm at first. Bro has no happy memories :(

- Best at keeping secrets: clearly Snape, master of lies and subterfuge.

- Most likely to develop any kind of adiction (and what would it be!): I think it's Sev, he has an obsessive personality. As for what it would be, probably just alcohol..... but I could see Sev developing an addiction to some kind of magical drug equivalent.

- Who swears the most? At first Snape, then later Lily. They're pretty evenly matched on a lot of these tbh, but I think as Sev got more involved with pureblood society he'd probably make an effort to tone it down a bit.

- Who can handle their drink the most? I'm going to say Lily! In the sense that I think Sev would become a pretty unpleasant drunk very quickly lol....... whereas I feel like Lily could down a fair few pints and remain standing.

[lchufflepuffcorn]

I’m sorry…

Are people really buying fanfiction of copyrighted works because the covers are aesthetic?

Let’s take a look on the definition of copyright, since so many people seems to not be fucking aware of it :

“A copyright is a type of intellectual property that gives the creator of an original work, or another right holder, the exclusive and legally secured right to copy, distribute, adapt, display, and perform a creative work, usually for a limited time. The creative work may be in a literary, artistic, educational, or musical form. Copyright is intended to protect the original expression of an idea in the form of a creative work, but not the idea itself. A copyright is subject to limitations based on public interest considerations, such as the fair use doctrine in the United States.

Some jurisdictions require "fixing" copyrighted works in a tangible form. It is often shared among multiple authors, each of whom holds a set of rights to use or license the work, and who are commonly referred to as rights holders. These rights normally include reproduction, control over derivative works, distribution, public performance, and moral rights such as attribution.

Copyrights can be granted by public law and are in that case considered "territorial rights". This means that copyrights granted by the law of a certain state do not extend beyond the territory of that specific jurisdiction. Copyrights of this type vary by country; many countries, and sometimes a large group of countries, have made agreements with other countries on procedures applicable when works "cross" national borders or national rights are inconsistent.

Typically, the public law duration of a copyright expires 50 to 100 years after the creator dies, depending on the jurisdiction. Some countries require certain copyright formalities to establishing copyright, others recognize copyright in any completed work, without a formal registration. When the copyright of a work expires, it enters the public domain.”

-Wikipedia (29/02/2024).

(Link here)

So, again. Do NOT sell fanfiction anyFUCKINGwhere. And yes. The swearing is important, it doesn’t even BEGIN to express the pure bafflement I had when I started to have videos on my TikTok about this exact thing.

What are people thinking ?? There aren’t enough videos about bookbinding 101 to your taste? You HAVE money for an ILLEGAL copy of an “ILLEGAL” piece of writing, mostly socially accepted because people don’t charge for it? So, I’m guessing you have money to buy the products you need to book-fucking-bind YOURSELF!!

What. The. Fuck.

People are becoming way too comfortable with fanfiction, this is crazy. Have we learned nothing since the Anne Rice vs. Fanfiction ? Or, and despite her flaws, the J.K. Rowling vs. Dimitri Yemets lawsuit?

And I know, I know, that laws change depending on the country, the state, provinces, etc, but still, people. Have some restraint.

“In addition, fanfiction may be legal in the UK following passage into law of an exception to copyright for the purpose of caricature, parody, or pastiche.”

-Wikipedia 29/02/2024

(Link here)

‘But the author of the fanfic and/or the creator of the art gave me permission…’ I don’t fucking care! Hell, I don’t want to hear it. They should NOT by the ones giving you the rights to SELL materials that are not copyrighted TO THEM.

Maybe you have lawsuit money, doesn’t mean that the actual authors of the fanfiction that you are selling do! And it’s not actually you who you’re getting in trouble by selling things. Hell. It’s one of the laziest scam I’ve ever seen. Yes. Some of the covers might be really beautiful, but ultimately, they are making profit out of something that are not theirs to make profit about.

“But I really want to have one and don’t have the talent…” then either learn or make really good friends with someone who is talented for it enough for them to GIFT you a bookbinded copy.

This is not only making the lives of those fanfiction writers whose work you stole difficult, plus having the chance (negative connotation) of maybe being sued for the selling they most probably didn’t do themselves. But you’re also ruining the experience of thousands of reader all around the globe as writers are pulling their work out of the sites because of that.

Seriously, learn to think about the big picture and stop only thinking of only yourself. Self-care should stops when you’re starting to hurt others while doing it.

I’m leaving here various post to educate yourself further on the matter, or just to feed your curiosity, plus videos of Tiktoker that graced my FYpage all this week.

[nuklearis-sutotok]

Answering all of these because @anonymous-badger-238 did.

Here’s some questions to ask:

If you could change your height, would you? And be able to reach something? That would be awesome.

What’s something that happened years ago that you’re still mad about? I made a very ignorant mistake and outside forces did not give me the chance to rectify it.

What was your favourite musician/band when you were ten? My brain does not process time this way... I don't know. I have long had an affinity for The Highwaymen. Willie has always been my favourite and the first artist I recall hearing.

Do you like sparkling water? Most of it tastes burnt to me. Some brands I have tried are tolerable. Maybe I am trying the wrong ones.

What’s the last album you listened to? I tend to listen more to individual songs or playlists... Dad has a High Kings album in the car atm, so I suppose that one.

Do you wear flip flops? I wear sandals indoors, but no, flip flops hurt.

What time do you usually wake up in the morning? This varies greatly and can range from not sleeping, the crack of dawn, 6, or 8ish.

If you could choose one language to instantly be fluent in, which one would you pick? I am currently working on it, but, Hungarian.

How long have you had your tumblr blog? Not this one specifically, but I joined in 2013.

What was your dream job as a child and is it anything like your current job? I was torn between music teacher, librarian, physics teacher, and comic artist... Currently I am looking to go back to become the third, I have been the second and done some of the first, have a degree of sorts in the last.

Did you usually have a cafeteria lunch or a packed lunch in school? I was home schooled for the most part, but usually packed a lunch whe. Sometimes I had cafeteria food... If it was food. This was in the 90's, nothing was certain.

Do you pop your pimples? Because of a tissue disorder my skin is unusually clear, but I tear at it. That is not as messed up as it sounds I swear.

If you could choose one celebrity/public figure to erase from history, who would it be? I assume this could have a potential nasty domino effect. You may erase some bad things, sure, but how much good do you erase as well? It is not, thankfully, for me to decide in any capacity.

How old were you when you first used youtube? Idk... When did youtube come out? I was there for that. So 10, I guess.

What was your first ever anime? That is hard to remember as well, it could have been Pokemon, DBZ, or Sailor Moon.

Were you more into disney channel, nickelodeon, cartoon network, or pbs kids as a child? Cartoon network and pbs. Mostly cartoon network.

If you could redo one year of high school, would you? And if so, which one? I didn't go to high school. I got a GED and went to college, so I guess none of them. There would be no point.

If you could make one fictional character real, who would it be? Myself. I'm kidding. I have no idea.

What video game have you put the most time into? Heck, that one is hard to decide... Could be something from the Final Fantasy series, could be one of the Suikoden games, could be a handful of others.

Do you like doing jigsaw puzzles? Yes but pattern recognition makes me feel like I am somehow cheating.

What’s your favourite dog breed? Wolves, huskies, big fluffy borfs but I like them all.

Do you prefer scented or unscented lotion? I like scented, but am picky about the scent. I like forest scents, amber, musky scents, cherry.

Were/are you a theater kid? If so, what’s your favourite play or musical? I was a media services professional, so yes, a lead stagehand. Probably the 1940's Radio Hour.

Do you collect anything unusual? Define "unusual." I collect books, sheet music, knives, wolves, foxes, Manhattan Project related things, art supplies, rocks, and whatever interests me... I suppose none of that is too unusual.

What’s your ideal weather and/or temperature? 68 degrees if we're just sort of there... But I like rain, storms, fall, and winter.

Would you rather take three five year olds or one fifteen year old in a fight? ... Why are we fighting children?

How long did you live at your last address? I have no idea, I have moved many times.

What’s your favourite sandwich? Ice cream ones.

Have you ever had surgery? Dental.

What’s your least favourite pokemon? Idk, I would have to think for awhile on that.

Do you have any accessories that you wear every day? What counts as accessories? No. I have some I wear often... A watch, a forint on a necklace...

Do you have plushies on your bed? Yes, a handful of them. A couple of stuffed goats, a couple of stuffed hedgehogs, a dinosaur, and a couple of foxes.

What’s your favourite lady gaga song? I don't know if I have a favourite but I do like her.

Do you prefer to make your own playlists or listen to ones that others have made? Depends. Typically I make my own but sometimes I listen to others.

Were/are you ever able to find souvenirs with your name on them? I think I found one once, but I don't remember what it was and I was shocked to find it. I believe it was at a store on the local reservation.

Do you own a bike? If so, how often do you ride it? I used to, not now, no. I used to love riding. I don't know if I still could or not.

Do you prefer iced coffee or iced tea? Allergic to tea... Probably like coffee a little too much.

What’s your favourite big cat species? All of them. Floofs.

When was/is your golden birthday? I was 4.

Have you ever run a stoplight while driving? If so, was it an accident or on purpose? I don't drive.

What family member, immediate or otherwise, do you get along with the best? Living or...? Living, one of my sisters, dead, my great uncle understood me fairly well. My grandparents.

How many times have you cried in the last week? I don't keep track.

Do you prefer barbie dolls or bratz dolls? Action figures.

How many shirts do you own in your favourite colour? One is close... My second favourite colour? Most of my closet is black.

Do you currently live in the state/province you were born in? Yes.

Would you rather have bird wings or bat wings? Bird.

Are you good at swimming? I sink like a rock. So many people have tried to teach me, I know how, I just can't. I don't even float. It's just straight down.

If you could pick one craft to instantly be good at, which one would it be? My first thought is blacksmithing, Idk. That is probably not what I would choose in reality but at the moment it sounds good.

Do you know how to play any trading card games (pokemon, yugioh, magic the gathering, etc)? Several, yes. Pokemon, Yugioh, Magic, DBZ, Digimon... I collected a lot of cards for awhile, I don't anymore. I wouldn't mind collecting again in the future.

How long was your shortest relationship? That is a difficult and complicated question to answer. Pass.

[goetiiaprince]

Stolas has a varied taste in music and a strong appreciation for much of it! Music is a beautiful means of expression, carrying emotion in ways that sometimes words cannot. So whether or not there are vocals to a piece, he is more than happy to listen! His preferred period of music is Baroque, a Western classical style following the Renaissance. Classical music is the star of his preferences, followed closely by Opera, Swing, and Folk music. There are times where Stolas will dance with himself around a room while listening to the music, and with a few Opera pieces he will even sing. But mostly, he listens while committing himself to studies, or even while idly reading a novel.

Here is a song relevant to Stolas' heartache during/post Apology Tour known as Lamento della Ninfa (The Nymph's Lament), Part II from Monteverdi's 8th Book of Madrigals Madrigali dei guerrieri et amorosi (Madrigals of War and Love). [ x ]

Excerpt of the translated lyrics found in the video description:

O Love - she said, Gazing at the sky, as she stood - Where's the fidelity That the deceiver promised? [Poor her!] Make my love come back As he used to be Or kill me, so that I will not suffer anymore. [Poor her! She cannot bear All this coldness!] I don't want him to sigh any longer But if he's far from me. No! He will not make me suffer Anymore, I swear!

[oulious]

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

Okay this is my current favourite playlist BC it fits the vibes of the story I'm writing but I swear my music taste is much more varied than this okay?? 😭

Bruremarsj får Jämtland - Gåte

Ravnene - Folque

Like Humans - Myrkur

Stridur Saknur - Eivør, Einar Selvik

Butchered Tongue - Hozier