#orange rhapsody

[crystalizedcryolite]

Shameful advertising but only cause I forgot to post these when I first made them

Anyway two avm fics I made fr (be nice they're both my first two fanfics ever)

Orange's Guide to Dealing with Vigilantes (Vigilante AU, Warning: Poorly Written) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/57172351

Rhapsody in Green (Green-centric fic about the concert episode. Warning: Poorly Written) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/56811691

[twinkletwirl]

🎀 Rhapsody Ribbons 🎀

Joined herd September 18, 2023

[andywalchsworld]

Gefranste Tulpen

"Fringed Rhapsody"

[marvelann]

Started watching Oppenheimer so I could have an informed reason to get mad when it inevitably wins Oscars and it's going terrific. I hate it here

I wasn't expecting anything good tbh, biopics shouldn't exist and Christopher Nolan's films shouldn't either but wow. Is even worse than I expected.

[cryptidghostgirl]

Hazbin Hotel Master List

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! I will write for pretty much any of the characters from this show.

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List of Things I Won't Write

Requests are marked in pink

Series are marked in purple

Suggestive are marked in orange

NSFW are marked in red

ALASTOR

Make You Wish Master List -> Y/n has known Alastor since she first ended up in Hell. When he disappeared? She thought her life was over. Seven years have passed since then and slowly but surely, the 1950s housewife turned murderer has made a life for herself, full of good decisions and some bad ones. What will happen when Alastor turns back up again, sending the world as she has made it into chaos once again? Multi chapter fic.

Rhapsody Master List → Gn!Reader. Alastor and Y/n have been taking down the overlords of Hell together for years but Y/n has had a secret and Alastor knows it. They each go their separate ways because of this but what happens when years later their paths intersect once again. Loosely inspired by Raine and Eda in The Owl House.

Alastor Master List -> I have so many Alastor fics/one shots that they have their own master list now.

LUCIFER

Encore (Lucifer x Reader) → Lucifer went to the hotel wanting to talk to Charlie. Instead, he found the shy demoness who had been unable to meet his eyes the last time he’d visited on the stage.

I Myself am Strange and Unusual (Alastor x Living!Addams family!Reader x Lucifer) → Y/n is bored and summons some demons. 

Lovely (Lucifer x Witch!Reader) → Lucifer had heard rumor of the demon with the ability to alter people's memories. Y/n was a marvel and he had her wrapped right around his pinky.

VOX

Destruction//Creation (Vox x Alastor's Ex!Reader x Alastor) → Alastor refuses to let the past die and Y/n would rather pretend it never existed.

Unexpected (Vox x Fox Demon!Reader) → Vox tries to make a deal with one of Valentino’s girls.

Smudge (Vox x Gn!Partner!Reader) → Vox tries to figure out why Y/n, his partner of five months, refuses to kiss him.

LUTE

Music (Lute x Reader) → Y/n has been dating Lute for years. After her girlfriend gets home from the most recent extermination, she tries to talk to Lute about the person being around Adam makes her.

ADAM

Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely (Adam x Reader) → Y/n is a nephalem with ambitions and a need for entertainment. Adam is in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Olive

Summary: On your knees, open up and apologize!

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader

Word Count: -2.2k

Content Warnings: Hardly Any Plot Just Smut 18+!, Misogyny-play (I dunno what else to call this, okay?), Oral (M Receiving), Karl Being A Little Shit About It, Deepthroating, Slight Choking, Subspace, Uhm…Sweat 😬, Bodily Fragrances, Body Worship, Humiliation/Praise, Manhandling, Karl Has A Dad Bod, Aftercare <3

A/N: Anne, this is all your fault and you know it! This is a little gift from yours truly <3

Tagging: @queer-crusader @ohlookapan @blueberrypancakesworld @somethingblu3

Me and my babe relax and catch the manic rhapsody

All reason flown as God looks on in abject apathy

A squall and all of me is a prayer in perfect piety

A moment's silence when my baby puts the mouth on me

- Moment's Silence By Hozier

For a split second, you halted, mouth already agape and the tip of your tongue ready to fire an entire tirade of complaints into the stuffy air of Karl's workshop. Unsuspecting, not even looking at you after you made a grand entrance barging through the door like that, Karl just sat there, soldering iron in his right and his nose scrunched up to keep his glasses from sliding down the bridge alongside some wayward droplets of sweat.

Your eyes darted at him, glaring with annoyance and frustration-fueled fury as they scanned his slightly hunched-down statue. He looked enragingly good with his shaggy hair tied into a low ponytail and his stupid, olive-green work overall pooling around his waist, giving way for you to ogle at his bare torso, skin glowing in an orange hue emitting from the embers of the furnace behind him, pale scar tissue forming a krass contrast all along his shoulders and chest.

You cleared your throat to remind yourself why you were here and to actually stay mad instead of letting your anger slide because of some silly pretty privilege.

“Huh?” Karl's eyes behind his glasses moved, inspecting curiously.

“All I do is clean up after you!”, It practically broke free from your throat in a strained groan, uncomfortably strong emotions bubbling in the pit of your stomach,

“I'm fucking sick of it, Karl. All I asked of you was to do the bed and put your damn dishes in the sink to help me out for once!”

“Uh-Huh.” Karl nodded briefly, not appearing moved by your frustration at all.

“Uh-Huh?! Karl.” It took every bit of composure to not just stomp your feet in a childish burst of anger.

“That's my name.” He mocked, his words stinging just like the white-hot tip of his soldering iron.

“Oh, fuck you!” That made him straighten up eventually.

“Excuse me?” Karl put his tool down before raising his glasses to lazily sit at the crown of his head.

“I said that you can go fuck yourself because you do fuck all to pull your weight with the chores. I'm trying to keep this place from turning into a trash dump!” You watched him intently, trying to decipher what was happening in this awfully stubborn head of his.

“Would you please say that to my face again, sweets?” The anger in your stomach dropped and rendered into a sharp jolt of embarrassment because you knew just fine that you were getting yourself onto fragile ice.

“Hm?” You tilted your head to the side and furrowed your brows into a questioning arch.

“Come here.”, Karl repeated himself swiftly, tapping his palm onto his thigh, “And say that to my face again.”

Regret kicked in almost immediately, growing into a nervous buzzing sensation with every step bringing you closer to your lover.

“There you go, I'm all ears.” Gray eyes beamed at you as you leaned your behind against the edge of the table.

“You don't help me with any of the chores.” You dropped your gaze and mumbled away meekly.

“That's not exactly what reached my ears a few minutes ago, now is it?” Karl crossed his arms in front of his chest, scarred forearms finding rest against curly, white hairs.

“I said you can go fuck yourself because I am angry with you. The bed still looks a mess and it wouldn't even take you 5 minutes.” Heat crept into your face because you knew all too well that you screwed up big time.

“Okay. Heard.”, Karl clicked his tongue before absentmindedly sucking his bottom lip between his teeth for a brief moment, “But what makes you think you're eligible to talk to me like that now, huh?”

“ ‘M sorry.” You felt like taking a step back but the table wouldn't let you.

“Alright, that doesn't really cut it, pumpkin. All that foul stuff leaving your mouth? Filthy, don't you think?” The way his voice had a rather peculiar edge to it made you look up again, your eyes being met with a sly grin that reached up to his eyes, laugh lines, and crow's feet wrinkling softly, pretty bastard.

“I don't appreciate you talking to me like that and I really believe you should make up for it, no?” A jolt of embarrassment went through your chest before the very same sensation went straight down amidst your legs.

The way Karl looked at you, eyes sparkling with twisted mischief, weirdly reassuring you that he heard you although you certainly overstepped a line here, rendered you weak in the knees. Like a teenager in love, serotonin and dopamine wreaking havoc and working overtime to soothe the pounding frustration from earlier.

As much as you tried to stay mad at him, you just couldn't, not when he played you so deliciously just like that, knowing full well that he had you wrapped around his finger with ease.

“Do you need me to shut you up or are you going to behave and do that by yourself?” Every word made you more self-aware about your face probably glowing with a double-edged sense of shame.

“I'm really sorry…” You repeated yourself under your breath, forcing your stunted body to move, to nonverbally admit to your failings and sink down to your knees whilst bashfully aware of your mouth watering, conditioned to do so just fine.

“There you go.” Karl cooed, teeth nipping at his bottom lip whilst his granite eyes watched your every move, pupils blowing in lust as they followed you working the buttons on his jumper.

He felt himself getting harder with every oh-so-innocent bat of your lashes, his pulse picking up significantly just like yours. You halted for a brief moment, inhaling deeply through your nose, breathing him in at his full intensity, pheromones hijacking your brain immediately.

“Too much to handle, pumpkin? Uh-oh, if that ain’t the consequences of your actions.” His snarky comment pushed heat into your face.

Karl was right, it was more of him that you were used to but you quickly came to find out that that wasn’t necessarily something bad. Instead, you embraced it, took it the way it was because you’d successfully gotten yourself into this situation. You didn’t deserve anything else right now and you accepted it.

“Fuck…” The Lord of Metal hissed under his breath as you shamelessly nuzzled your face into his crotch, the tip of your nose snugly nestled amongst curly, gray pubes and lips playfully nipping at his stiffening shaft.

It wasn’t even a matter of a whole minute until his entire length stood against your cheek, the tip of his cock soft to the touch but throbbing.

“I know you’re a whore but I never took you for the dirty, nasty kind.” He egged you on, only feeding into this rather new and rapidly forming fantasy that was taking all of you by storm.

You already enjoyed it plenty when he got out of his workshop in the evenings, cuddling himself into bed next to you with hints of oil, fire, and sweat clinging to him, rendered you feral in seconds, but this right here made you dizzy; cock-drunk without even having him inside you just yet. And although your lips found themselves busy with kissing and nibbling the lack of having your impertinent brat mouth stuffed turned you impatient. You wanted to drag it out, for his pleasure…and yours, however you nearly couldn’t manage, saliva pooling beneath your tongue.

“See? That’s exactly where you’re supposed to be instead of right in my face yappin’ about dirty dishes, sweets. Be thankful that I touch the dirty fucking dishes at all, bitch.” The nearly threatening shift in his tone sent you spiraling in the best way possible.

“ ‘M sorry…” You mouthed against the tuft of hair.

“Huh? What’s that?” In a firm smack, his palm found your cheek before the same hand clasped at you by the jaw, squishing your mouth in mockery and you nearly cried out in need for him to manhandle you like that.

“ ‘M SORRY, SIR.” You pressed from a squeezed mouth to the best of your abilities.

“Ah, that’s it. Now quit playing around.” Karl released your face from his grip with a little bit of momentum, making you sway in your position before leaning back in and wrapping your lips around his girth.

A wanton moan echoed around his cock because not only did Karl smell much more intense, he also tasted the part, effectively rendering you dumb with only one objective on your brain: serve.

“Freaking slut, enjoying yourself, huh?” He thrust his lap right into your face, your nose pressing against the soft curve of his belly pooch whilst he spearheaded along your tongue down into your throat.

The sudden jut of his hips made you gag around him, the root of your tongue contracting in tandem with your larynx, coaxing a pleased grunt from Karl’s lips. In a juxtaposed, twisted way your overwhelming discomfort brought a nearly unimaginable amount of pleasure, your love for consensual pain and humiliation nearly as large as the one you felt for Karl.

Your knees scratched over the concrete floor of his workshop as his fingers snaked along the back of your head, grabbing it by your hair in fistfuls to harshly guide your mouth to bop on his cock. An amalgamation of spittle and eager droplets of salty precum covered the inside of your mouth and squelched from the corners of your lips, dripping down into his lap.

“Sloppy bitch.”, Karl commented between quiet groans, half-lidded eyes watching you taking him whole with every jerk of your head, “Keep it together.”

Punishment followed immediately, Karl’s other hand darting to pinch your nose shut.

“Uh, no, no, no.”, The Lord shushed upon you starting to gag and slightly panic instantly, “I gotchu, be good.”

You suppressed the intrinsic instinct to breathe, nose incapacitated and your esophagus gagged with Karl’s pulsing girth, tongue pressed right against the bottom of his cock, involuntarily caressing the thick vein that prodded along your tastebuds.

Don’t gag, don’t gag, don’t -

Tears threatened to spill over your lower lash line, the watery blur glazing over your sight, lungs pulling and tearing inwards in a gradually worsening need for fresh oxygen.

“Just a little more, fuck- so tight…” Karl groaned, pointy canines digging into the tender flesh of his bottom lip, scratching over and slightly through the skin.

Not being able to breathe turned increasingly painful, your ribcage being set ablaze by an itch you simply couldn’t scratch right now.

“There, there, good fucking girl.” The words rumbled through his chest accompanied by a final forcefully maneuvered jerk of your head.

Little black patches danced over your retina and you felt dangerously lightheaded as the first thick ropes of cum gushed down your throat and for a split second your body nearly spasms in such panic that you almost bit his twitching dick right off. Instead, Karl released the tip of your nose from his pinching clasp and your jaw went slack, joints aching in overuse, and yet you obediently swallowed, took it all down to the very last bit, saliva, tears, and mucus gathering at your chin whilst you breathed yourself through it.

However absurd it would’ve sounded to explain it to someone who’d never been in your shoes just like that, finishing your task sparked a sense of pride to bloom in your chest.

“So good, so perfect, come’ere.” Karl pulled himself out of you, leaving you pleasantly sore whilst you catch your breath, your body still feeling wobbly and overly sensitive.

He held you by both wrists as he helped you get up before pulling your slightly shaking form onto his lap, his lips leaving a wash of kisses all across your heated face the very second you sat down.

“You okay, hun?” You nodded in response, weak arms wrapping around his shoulders to find more purchase.

“Was a bit rough, no? I know.”, Karl started wiping the tears from under your eyes with his thumbs, both palms encasing your face tenderly, “I’m sorry, got a bit carried away.”

You couldn’t be angry at him for it had felt too good and you knew that he would never seriously hurt you on purpose.

“Issok.” Your voice was but a breathy little whisper.

“Sure? How ‘bout I make it up to you?”, Karl started grinning as the spark of an idea flickered behind the pale gray in his eyes, “How about I move my partially lazy ass into the kitchen, do the dishes, meanwhile, you’re free to enjoy a nice hot bath I’ll pour you and afterward I’ll take good care of you, hm? I better have my jaw sore by the end of the day too, only fair.”

The lightly damp tip of his nose gently nudged against yours, his wicked smile contagious enough to catch on to you.

[kowolf-blue]

Wheel color challenge that I did last year where it was trendy for artists online!

I'm putting their names here for those ppl who dont any of these characters:

Red: Spiderman ( Marvel comics/series/movies ) - Luffy D Monkey ( One Piece )- Osomatsu Matsuno ( Osomatsu San )

Orange: Goku ( Dragon ball/Dragon Ball Z ) - Orihime Inoue ( Bleach ) - Kiara Takahashi ( Hololive )

Yellow: Dio Brando ( Jojo's bizarre adventure ) - Cornet Espior ( Rhapsody A musical Adventure/Marl's Kingdom ) - Princess Daisy ( Mario Games/Nintendo )

Green: Tsuyu Asui ( My Hero Academia ) - Beast Boy ( Teen Titan ) - Alhaitham ( Genshin Impact )

Cyan: Aqua ( KonoSuba ) - Samus ( Metroid ) - Oshawott (Pokémon)

Blue: Frisk ( undertale ) - Jinx ( Arcane ) - Juvia Lockster ( Fairy Tail )

Purple: William ( five nights at freddys ) - Amity ( The owl house ) - Hat kid ( a hat in time )

Pink: Kairi ( kingdom heart ) - Hello Kitty _ Luka Megurine ( Vocaloid )

[rubylace]

jay — guitar rhapsody

wc! 4,025

It was a typical Thursday afternoon when you received a text from Jay, your boyfriend. His message read, "Baby, I've got a surprise for you. Meet me at our favorite cafe at 4 pm."

Feeling excited, you quickly got ready. You wore your favorite dress, applied a bit of makeup, and headed to the cafe. As you walked in, you spotted Jay sitting in a corner, his fingers strumming a guitar.

His eyes twinkled as he saw you, and he gestured for you to come over.

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, standing up to pull out a chair for you. "I've been working on something special. Would you like to hear it?"

Nodding eagerly, you watched as Jay picked up his guitar. He strummed the strings gently, the sound resonating throughout the cafe.

His fingers danced on the fretboard, producing a melody that was as beautiful as it was enchanting.

Jay began to sing, his voice intertwining with the melody in a perfect symphony.

The lyrics were about love, about understanding, and about a girl who had stolen his heart. As he sang, he looked into your eyes, and you knew that the song was about you.

The cafe patrons around you started clapping, their applause filling the air. But all you could hear was Jay's voice, all you could see was his smile. The world. seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the music.

When the song ended, Jay leaned in, whispering in your ear, "That was for you, my love. His words sent a shiver down your spine, making you blush.

Other cafe buyers exclaimed happily.

"It seems like I rarely see you with an electric guitar?" You wonder

"Yes, that's on purpose. I want in front of my lover I am a gentle and warm boyfie" with his proud face.

That evening, you and Jay spent hours at the cafe, talking about everything and nothing, lost in each other's company. And as you walked home, hand in hand under the starlit sky, you knew that this was a date you would remember.

After the unforgettable date at the cafe, you found yourself at Jay's apartment. It was a cozy place, filled with the warmth of his personality.

His guitar was propped up against a wall, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of the room's lights.

"Jay," you said, your eyes drifting towards the guitar, "would you play something for me?"

Jay looked at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Why, babe, are you trying to take advantage of my musical talents?" he teased, his voice filled with playful affection.

You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. "I just love hearing you play," you replied, trying to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks.

Jay chuckled, his laughter filling the room. "Alright, alright," he said, holding up his hands in surrender. "But not tonight. Tonight, I want to enjoy this quiet moment with you."

He moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. His warmth enveloped you, and you leaned into his embrace, your heart fluttering in your chest.

"Jay, you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. "Yes baby?" he replied, his voice low and soothing.

"I love you, you confessed, your words hanging in the air between you two.

Jay's eyes softened, and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, "I love you too," he whispered back, his words wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

As you nestled into Jay's arms, you realized that even without the guitar, his presence was the sweetest melody you could ever ask for.

Jay's apartment was filled with the soft glow of the evening, the setting sun painting the room with hues of orange and pink. The silence between you two was comfortable, filled with shared smiles and loving glances.

Suddenly, Jay stood up, a playful smirk on his face. "Alright, baby," he said, walking towards his guitar. "I can't help but fulfill the request from my beauty."

He picked up the guitar, cradling it in his arms as he settled back down next to you. His fingers caressed the strings, a soft melody filling the room.

It was a simple tune, but it was played with such love and affection that it felt like the most beautiful song you had ever heard.

As Jay played, his eyes never left yours. There was a spark in his gaze, a silent promise of love and devotion. The notes from his guitar seemed to echo his feelings, creating a symphony of love that resonated in your heart.

When the song ended, Jay set his guitar aside, turning to face you.

"That was for you that's why-," he said ans kiss your cheek gently, his voice soft. "I hope you liked it."

You nodded, unable to find the words to express how you felt. The love in his eyes, the passion in his music, it was all too overwhelming.

All you could do was lean into him, your head resting on his shoulder as you listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

And as the evening turned into night, you realized that this was a moment you would remember. Jay's music had a way of touching your soul, and his love had a way of making you feel like the most special person.

[britt-kageryuu]

A video is uploaded to the VTurtles! YouTube channel titled Clips from Karaoke Night, a compilation of clips from a stream that wasn't turned into a VOD for copyright reasons.

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Donnie: Okay, so we're all fairly good singers, it's just that if we got into music it would need to be as a group, because a solo gig just leads to trouble with our luck, and history.

Mikey: Oooooo, you got a karaoke version of so many good songs!!

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Leo's model is dressed in low hanging sparling blue pants, a galaxy print croptop shirt, his mask with some visible makeup, and long black blond/blue streaked hair in a high ponytail. Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic is playing.

He's swinging his hips and dancing to the music, and giving the illusion that the only thing keeping his pants up is his tail. He's singing a bit off key, but not bad. He of course seems to flirt with the camera while singing.

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Donnies model is in his purple hoodie, mask, black/purple tech pants, and boots.

Donnie is singing Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk, purposefully auto tuning his voice. He moves on every beat to put impact into his singing, his tail swaying, and whipping with the song is a little distracting.

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Mikeys model is in an orange zip up hoodie with glowing paint splatter, black cargo pants also with glowing paint splatter, mask, and long multicolored hair pulled into a low ponytail with some fore locks framing his face.

Mikey is singing My Shot from Hamilton, and hitting all the notes, he's of course dancing for emphasis.

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Raphs model is in blue jeans, boots, mask and a slightly ripped Ghostbear shirt. He also has some fabric wrapped around his tail in a bow.

The music is starting, and Raph starts a growling note only for it to turn into a very turtley bellow/roar. He stops and looks very embarrassed, there is alot of laughter heard, because no one was expecting that, most of all Raph.

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The boys are all singing to Bohemian Rhapsody, switching off who sings which verse, dancing around to the music while waiting for their turn to sing.

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Shelldon and River are singing Happy Synthesizer, if only for the name alone, it's still very cute watching them perform the dance in their bipedal robot forms.

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At some point their Karaoke was crashed by Splinter performing a number, or two.

Leo: Dad was well known to pull a wide variety of people in his youth.

Donnie: And somehow we were almost equally distributed his better traits, except his amazing singing voice.

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Raph his showing off his vocals with a beautiful Soul number. (Take your pick, I don't know much soul)

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Donnie and Leo are singing a 90's boy band song with choreography. Mikey joins in half way through.

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Leo's voice cracking mid song, cuts to him tripping mid dance, a clip of him sneezing loudly into the mic.

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Donnie is rapping rapidly only to fumble on the verse, cuts to him dancing to the music and forgetting to sing the next verse, a clip him pausing the song to take a drink.

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Mikey singing a song in Japanese only to pause, and check if he's singing to right lyrics.

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Raph accidentally smacks something with his tail which causes them to stop and fix things before they continue.

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A slightly longer clip of the brothers singing a slightly altered Butter by BTS.

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A short compilation of each brother almost swearing, but quickly cutting or altering the lyrics.

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Masterpost

[sakurangelll]

Intuitive message: Why do you have to be proud of yourself?

it's a general message so take what resonates and what doesn't just let it go.

choose the image with which you feel most connected/attracted

pile 1

Feel proud and thank yourself for having made the decision to be more free, for giving yourself the opportunity to be yourself. i feel that you have come out of a very negative atmosphere, you came out of a mental environment where you cared a lot about what others thought of you. you freed yourself from all those people who hurt you in the past. one day you just woke up and said “you know what? i'm gonna live my life in the way i want to. my life, my decisions”

I notice that you are a person who is a party person haha ​​and i am not saying this as something negative, your energy is like the energy of a concert. the vibes you give me:

Be proud that you have learned to be your best company. you understood that there is nothing wrong with being "alone" (i don't know why at this exact moment i had a deja vu🤯maybe it's a sign for you)

I feel like you go on dates with yourself. you are not an introvert but you are not an extrovert either. i feel like you started going to a lot of concerts/festivals/parties since you decided to get ahead of that negativity. feel proud because with each step and decision you make, you are growing more.

The angel numbers of this intuitive message:

★ Angel number 1133. the number 13 is the number of lunar cycles that take place each year. Angel number 1133 indicates that we may benefit from aligning ourselves with the feminine power as an example for our conduct.

★ Angel number 145. your angels want you to realize that the changes you’ve been hoping for are about to happen. you are about to receive the rewards of your hard work. angel number 145 calls on you to make certain changes to your way of life. you have to let go of the old so that you can create room for newer, fresher energies.

Things that may resonate with you:

disco ball . maneater by nelly furtado . sexyback by justin timberlake . without my by eminem . blond hair . roller skates . y2k music . ibiza . spain . los angeles california . pay hard by david guetta . britney spears .

pile 2

You give me a loooot of vibes of being a witch, you don't necessarily have to be one, that's just the energy you project. you like to go to nature, you talk to flowers? you like to dance in the forest, your aura can be orange or purple. you have black or wavy hair, you wear a lot of long skirts, you wear a lot of rings with quartz/stones and you generally have your nails painted black. if you are a witch, you work a lot with plants, herbalism comes to mind. the vibes you give me:

You have to be proud of the magnificent style you have when dressing. i feel like you already know that haha. (personally I want to dress like you🖤) you are working on having and projecting an image that you feel proud and comfortable with and you are achieving it.

Also feel proud to be growing magically and spiritually, for growing your powers and talents. you like astrology, you work with the phases of the moon? (btw, today January 6 is world astrology day)

The angel numbers of this intuitive message:

★ Angel number 444. the number 4 is associated with determination, professionalism, and hard work, as well as completion and totality.

★ Angel number 234. go ahead and learn as many new things as you can.

Things that may resonate with you:

stevie nicks in general but specially her song edge of the seventeen . bohemian rhapsody by queen . 🦦 . the name “sam” . arctic monkeys . call me by blondie . 1973 . rosemary . rock music . abba .

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I feel like you're working on your shyness, and creating new habits? you are starting to do yoga/pilates, to eat healthier, to connect more with your inner self, to have a more peaceful mind. you have to be proud that you are creating healthy habits.

I feel that you are a person who likes poetry? you like to read, you like rain. you really like going to places that are surrounded by nature. you like lakes, rivers or waterfalls. the vibes you give me:

If you are working on your shyness i don't think you are doing it to be an extrovert, you are doing it to embrace your shyness/seriousness. you are realizing that there is nothing wrong with not being as open or sharing much of your life. you are at peace with yourself.

Angel numbers of this intuitive message:

★ Angel number 1234. this is the message guardian angels are sending you, to elevate your spiritual life. seeing angel number 1234 is a wake-up call for you to expand your comfort zone, to be brave and courageous for claiming what you desire.

★ Angel number 222. it is a number that guides you to move forward in harmony and faith as you build toward your soul’s desire.

Things that may resonate with you:

watermelon . mystery of love by sufjan stevens . “call me by your name” movie . fairy . european jazz . un bacio a mezzanotte by quartetto cetra . ain’t that a kick in the head by dean martin . alors on dance by stromae . je te laisserai des mots by patrick watson .

pile 4

You have to be proud because now you see your studies/school in a different way and by that i mean that you are giving the seriousness and the necessary/correct working hours to your studies. i like that despite that you are also taking time for yourself, you are not saturated with your studies, you know how to manage your time very well… although it was hard for you to be patient with yourself and not demand so much at work, you also know that a grade does not define how smart or good you are. you are beginning to have new strategies for studying?

You study business, history or tourism. the vibes you give me:

The angel number of this intuitive message:

★ Angel number 333. the number 3 is a highly creative and joyful number that signifies every aspect of the creative process, from inspiration and growth, to manifestation and completion.

Things that may resonate with you:

teddy bear . orange . everytime by ariana grande . wine . tennis . stupid love by lady gaga . ddu-du dud-du by blackpink . new jeans . kpop . 2007

[pinksols]

07:46 pm: russian rhapsody — with jeonghan!

no warnings! just fluff. maybe mention of water + kissing. gn!reader. enjoy also pls let me know if it was nice to read???? this is just word vomit. ♡

but dear diary,

the thing you’ll mark in your memory for ever is when the sun hits his chocolate hair, and his eyes furthermore etch the pigment of coffee onto your figure and says, “yeah, but to me the most beautiful thing is how we are all heartbroken over the wrong people.”

a pause, “or how any element of the earth- any living matter has its way of engraving itself upon peoples hearts.” you both at this point sit in the (runabout) boat jeonghan made— surprised you with one afternoon after boasting about what noah did for allie in the notebook.

the (runabout) boat fabricated from jeonghans sweat, dedication and love for you. not forgetting the oakwood and blotches of faded pink paint that decorated the place in which you sat.

the lake adopts the swirling colours of mossy greens, outspoken blues and a breath of periwinkle. jeonghan makes your heart skip a beat, and your throat pulsate.

the sky reveals milky oranges and an array of rose tinted colours— all which match the colour of your heart, whenever in the presence of jeonghan. “we are habits of creature, jeonghan.”

“uh-huh? just like you’ll always belong to me?” somebody— the lily pad to your left or the charming frog to your right, needed to pinch you. “you’re still on that horse?”

jeonghan. jeonghan. jeonghan . you could say his name for the rest of your life. your own secret language, source of air, way of expression. “jeonghan. you put the moon in the sky for me— have i ever told you that?” you declare, laced with love out into the pink sky.

“before you, the water was just green. summer was just a season. the piano was just a stupid instrument. you put the blue in my life. in my heart.”

jeonghan drops the ores for a minute. submerged in disbelief- biting his lip to choke back the way he wanted to scream i love you a billion times over. he shifts even closer to you now, grasps your head gently with his hands till you can almost taste his lips.

till you’re almost eskimo kissing— your giggle was the reason jeonghan got out of bed everyday; the reason he found pleasure in the sunlight, and embraced it with open arms.

the guarantee of you in his life elevated the pink in the sky, and overrun the amber hue, that now swirled it’s way into that of a monet painting. the boat shakes at his stance, “hannie!” he smiles against your cheekbone.

the way your eyes dilate activate an entity within his heart that he can’t quite put his finger on. and the way you say his nickname sounds like one of the 13 angels greeting him to the highest stage of life.

to jeonghan, you are serenity and peace.

kiss—kiss—kiss. how could he have you for eternity? bargain with the koi fish at the bottom of the lake you’re placed upon? barter with the joker and exchange his tendencies to cheat in any parlor game?

the sky is burnt orange and the water you’re surrounded by mimics that. “oh?” he inquires, voice as deep as the sand channels that lead to the sea.

at his response your heart runs a mile from the comfort of a boat. how do you refrain from ascending? from evaporating— leaving nothing but pink ribbons infused with the scent of jeonghan behind?

© pinksols

[jadeleechsupportgroup]

Rhapsody in Teal - 2

Your classes are hard enough when you are able to concentrate. Too bad right now you can’t.

Grim swiped your pencil after he saw you gnawing on the end of it, though once he realized it was not even tasty, let alone edible, he abandoned it in favor of a dried salmon skin you never told him was from a bag of dog treats.

You sigh and pack up your notebook and two of your textbooks. “I’ll be back later,” you call through the empty halls of the dorm to wherever he went. He doesn’t reply, but you can hear him chewing, so all you can do is hope it’s not the leg of the couch again and leave.

Unlike literally everyone else at school, you have to walk (five miles uphill both ways in the snow) to get to the mirror chamber. By the time you get there, you already regret it, but you’ve come this far so it seems stupid to turn back now. You sigh and head for the Octavinelle mirror. It’s been long enough that you only flinch a little whenever you go through a mirror for fear of smacking into it face-first. But you still flinch.

The long, gently sloping corridor dips below the surface of the water quickly. It’s dark now, so you can’t see much outside the glass walls, apart from the lights lining the other enclosed bridges and the dorm. Once in a while, you think you spot a flicker of light - maybe a fish, or some glowing algae - but overall it seems to be just a passing reflection on the window. There’s something undeniably creepy about Octavinelle. You don’t see any security cameras, but you feel like you’re being watched.

You shake the thought out of your head. As weird as the so-called fish mafia might be, you’re confident they have better things to do than follow you around. They seem to have an endless list of students due for a shakedown.

You hang a right at the first intersection and pull open one of the double doors to the Lounge. An altogether different atmosphere washes gently over you - lively conversation, clinking glasses and plates, subdued piano music. The aroma of grilled meat wafts over from the kitchen and reminds you of the long-ignored hunger gnawing at your elbows.

The student at the host stand leads you to a table and hands you a menu. Out of habit, you look at the prices first and mentally search for the lowest ones. You have the Twisted Wonderland equivalent of, like, $10.

“I would recommend any of the tea lattes, myself.”

Startled, you look up from the menu to see Jade seated neatly across from you, having arrived without a sound. He rests his chin in one hand with a lazy smile as his other hand draws little circles on the table. “The rose blend in particular is especially good for relieving the stress of studying.”

“That sounds good.” It’s true - you hate the bitterness of coffee, and although you like sugary drinks, they make it impossible for you to sleep as your blood tries to vibrate in harmony with the universe. You take a second look at him. “I think you have…something in your hair.�� You gesture on your own head to show him where.

“Hm?” He mirrors your movements and walks his fingers toward the top of his head. He locates the object and slides it out of the wet strands. “Oh, goodness. How embarrassing.” He doesn’t look embarrassed about the tiny orange starfish clinging to his finger. He looks…

…hungry.

Jade seems to remember where he is and excuses himself for a moment, hopefully to return the creature to a safe location. He must have been out swimming, then, and recently if his hair is still wet. You try not to put much thought into it and look back at the menu.

“Hiiiiiieeeeee.”

The voice next to your ear makes you jump so badly that you drop the menu again and send your silverware all over the table. You twist around and see the unmistakable teeth of Floyd Leech about three inches away from your head.

You give him a very small wave. “Erm. Hi. Floyd.”

“Thanks for the snaaa~aaack!” he says in a singsong voice, beaming down at you. Before you can ask what he means by that, there’s a crash from somewhere in the kitchen. He perks up like a dog and darts away to investigate.

Jade’s laugh tiptoes into your range of hearing. “I hope he did not pester you too much.”

You want to tell him that he and his brother are doing nothing to dispel the creepy vibes of the place, but you don’t. “No, it’s fine. Must be an interesting one to live with, though.”

“Indeed, never a dull moment, as they say.” He tilts his head a bit. “Do you have any siblings?”

You collapse inward a little bit and hope it’s not showing on your face. “Could we talk about something else?” You ask it so quietly you’re afraid you’ll have to say it again, and you really don’t want to explain.

Jade takes the misstep in stride and pretends it never happened. He motions for a server and orders several things: the tea latte he suggested for you, a separate beverage for himself, a wild mushroom salad, a charcuterie plate, a selection of macarons, and a charred lemon pudding.

“That’s a lot,” you say with a noticeable quiver in your voice. “I can’t, um…I mean-”

“There is no need to be concerned.” Jade rests his folded hands on the table and looks at you placidly. “I will take care of everything.”

You wonder just how many times he’s said those words. And you’re half tempted to ask why he’s doing all this, but you aren’t wealthy enough to go around looking gift horses in their mouths. You remember that much.

You haven’t told a soul, and you don’t even want to admit it to yourself, but you have had a massive crush on Jade since day one.

You were fine with it being just a crush. At the time, you had no idea you would be sticking around for so long, and you definitely had much more important things to worry about. But you couldn’t help it. He was so different from most of the other students. He was polite. He wasn’t a showoff. He didn’t fly into a rage about trivial things. Okay, so you found yourself listing the absolute bare minimum for a boyfriend, but it was true.

Except now you’ve been here for months, and it’s starting to look like a rather permanent arrangement.

The tea arrives first. You wrap both hands around the ceramic cup and lift it to your nose, then close your eyes and draw in a deep breath to let the aroma fill your head. Three breaths, then one sip. Ace pitched a fit about it since Riddle made him write it fifty times in a row for skipping out on a dorm meeting, but it was genuinely good advice. The blend has a lovely balance of white tea, rosebuds, and mint, with just a slight aftertaste of caramelized sugar that lingers on your tongue.

(Maybe you know more about tea than you thought.)

You open your eyes to find Jade watching you, as patient and pleasant as ever.

“Do I have something in my hair this time?” you ask shyly.

His mouth pulls into a smile. “It is not so often that I encounter a fellow tea enthusiast,” he explains.

“What did you get?” You try to peer into the mug he’s holding, leaning toward him subconsciously.

His smile makes you want to smile back. “Would you like to try it?”

“Oh, um-” But he’s already gently sliding the cup toward you. It smells deeper and stronger than what you ordered. At first you think it’s a chai, but the cinnamon turns out to be misleading. It’s lighter than it appears. You forget your manners for a hot minute and drink almost a third of it in repeated attempts to figure out what the hell it is. Complex, rich, delightful…and a complete mystery.

You nudge the cup back toward the center of the table. “You got me,” you admit. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that one before.”

Jade looks delighted.

“Y’knoooow…” An arm languidly drapes itself around your shoulders. “You prooobably shouldn’t put anything from Jade in your mouth.” Floyd’s giggling is completely unhinged. “Don’t know what it is or where it’s beennn~”

For once, Jade drops his smile. “There is no need to be crass, Floyd.”

“Floyd!”

Floyd rolls his eyes hard enough that his skull collides with yours. “What?”

Azul looks furious. “Get back to work.”

“Ughhh,” he groans loud enough for half the room to hear. But it’s enough to send him on his way.

Azul lets out a withering sigh. “I do apologize for his behavior.”

“It’s fine,” you manage, because you would rather die than set even one boundary. “Thanks.”

Azul leaves at a brisk tempo to catch up to the other twin.

“It is reishi.”

You give Jade the blankest expression you have. “Huh?”

“The tea,” he says calmly. “Reishi mushrooms.”

“Ohhh.” The flavors make more sense now. “That’s cool. I didn’t know they made tea with mushrooms.” Although, in hindsight, you don’t know why that’s a surprise.

“Foraging is quite a hobby of mine.” Jade’s mood has improved dramatically with the chance to discuss his interests coupled with the absence of his incorrigible shadow.

It’s out of your mouth before you can stop it. “I don’t think I’ve ever done that.”

You’re not trying to invite yourself along. What you are trying to do is what you’ve been trying to do since you first got here, which is Remember Important Shit. You’re pretty sure nobody knows just how much of your memory got bonked out of your head on your way to this world. You wanted to keep it that way. It’s safer.

So, oops.

“You would be welcome to join me.” Jade subtly rotates the cup so that when he picks it up, it’s on the same side you drank from.

There goes your heart again, clattering to the floor and catapulting itself up into your throat. “Yeah,” you say weakly. “That would be cool.”

Jade escorts you back to the hall of mirrors when you’re done. You find yourself yawning out of nowhere, and you try to hide it, but he just laughs.

“Reishi mushrooms are often used as a sleep aid,” he explains. “I admit I did not intend for you to drink so much of it at once.”

“That’s what I get for being uncultured or something.” You clench your jaw through another yawn.

“Will you be able to make it back to your dorm safely?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You scratch the back of your neck sheepishly. “Thanks. For the tea and everything.”

Jade bows gently to you. “It is my pleasure, miss.”

You and Jade both freeze in stunned silence at what he said. The world stops turning.

“…you…you know?”

Now he does look well and truly embarrassed, and you sense he was told not to say anything. “I do, yes.” It’s all he really can say.

Panic rips through your chest. “Who else?”

Jade directs his gaze away from you in a silent refusal to answer.

“Jade. Who else knows.” Your ears hurt from the throbbing of your own pulse. This is a disaster. This is catastrophe. This is nuclear.

“Myself, Floyd, and Azul, for certain,” he says evenly. “And I suspect at least one-quarter of the beastman population have guessed. It has to do with…”

You’ve stopped listening, because you’re about to start crying. “Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit. No one’s supposed to know.” Air. You need air. You turn and run. It’s not safe here anymore. You won’t be safe now.

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[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

Today, on November 10th, 1978 - Queen Story!

"Jazz" album released in the UK

👉 The seventh studio album

➡️ 12/12/1978 - Circus Magazine

🔸In praise of ‘JAZZ’

The boys conjure up a bizarre junket by Mark Mehler

On Bourbon Street, in the heart of New Orleans’ fabled French Quarter, the sign reads, “Bob Harrington-Chaplain of Bourbon Street.” Upstairs, the freelance minister administers to the wicked minions below, while across the street, the Hotsy Totsy lounge features naked women parading across an oak bar from dawn to dusk, and next door, the “X-rated Shop” specializes in scatological posters and joy sticks.

This is Freddie Mercury’s favourite American city, where the Mississippi ends its majestic flow and zealots with big dreams fight a losing battle against hustlers, procurers, and all purveyors of sleaze. It is Freddie Mercury’s favourite city because the lead singer and bucktoothed front man of Queen is, above all, an actor. And in New Orleans, anyone can be anyone they want to be. Tonight, October 31, 1978-Halloween-Freddie Mercury and Queen have flown in 80 reporters from the U.S., Europe, Latin America and Japan, to see a show and be a part of a show at the same time. The third concert on Queen’s 28-city U.S. tour is in the ornate Civic Auditorium. Above the stage are listed the names of the mighty: Shakespeare, Michelangelo, Cellini, Durer, Gounod. Out of the soft blue and green lights and smoke, Freddie Mercury struts like a rooster, striking ballet poses, under an astral guitar blare that neatly skirts the sharp edges of rock & roll. The melodies are undistinguished, but the constant tempo changes of “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “We Will Rock You”, keep an audience awake for nearly two hours of uninterrupted music. The lighting show is one of rock’s most ambitious. Eerie purple lights shine out over the heads of the audience, making their hair seem cloudlike and inanimate. At the midpoint of the show, a smaller stage is lowered from the ceiling and 400 lamps meld into the sheer white plane of curtain light. Freddie is a whirling dervish, dominating every corner of the stage.

“Some people call this song ‘Spread Your Legs’, he tells the audience, introducing ‘Spread Your Wings’. “And I like it that way”.

Starting out in black sequins, he comes out for the first encore bedecked in orange hot pants, dancing around like Peter Pan. For the second encore he’s wearing a revealing, white body stocking. As he wails ‘We Are The Champions’, his voice warbles with mock emotion, and he grasps the microphone for support. At the apex of the triumphant denouement, the top executives of Elektra Records, who have sat smiling throughout the show, arise as one and walk out. Moments later, the show closes with a taping of ‘God Save The Queen’. Body and soul spent, Freddie ambles off stage, drained and spark-less. But Halloween night in New Orleans has just begun.

Back in the ballroom of the Fairmont Hotel, over 400 people have gathered to await Queen and much on a sumptuous table of hors d’oeuvres, such as Oysters Rockfeller and Shrimp Creole. A Dixieland band plays uninspired jazz jingles, until, shortly before midnight, the Olympia Brass band comes marching through the hall accompanied by Queen-the mercurial Mercury, the winsome Brian May, the puckish John Deacon, the velvety Roger Taylor. Suddenly, like a giant circus orchestrated by a deranged ringmaster, a legion of strippers, vulgar fat-bottomed dancers, snake charmers, drag queens, and bizarrely festooned revellers, begin to strut their stuff before the assembled masses. Freddie Mercury is besieged by hungry autograph seekers, groupies and fame-worshippers. People begin shielding their clothes, as an ever-imaginative photographer snaps Freddie signing the bare backside of a willowy transvestite. Freddie begins sucking on his giant overbite nervously, and by 2 a.m., he is mercifully gone. Brian May, who seems to be the true organizer of the night’s carnival, is cornered by persistent Japanese newshounds. “It’s wonderful,” he keeps saying. “It’s so nice to be back.” As the evening wears on, epicene men and butch women act out charades of power that would have embarrassed Hemingway. Three obese black women in g-strings do a pathetic bump and grind, and another female participant amuses a small gaggle of onlookers by putting a cigarette in an unlikely place. People leave to check out the scene on Bourbon Street and drift back to the party like cigar smoke. At 4 a.m., a Queen security guard, haggard and irritable, inquires when it will all be over. “Queen wants the naked disco dancers going to dawn,” informs his partner. And it does. The following day, Queen reappears at a press conference at Brennan’s, one of the French Quarter’s most elegant restaurants. Again, it is Roger Taylor and Brian May who dominate the conversation, as Freddie Mercury seems vaguely preoccupied. The subject of all this is ‘Jazz’, Queen’s new album, which contains no jazz. “People think we take ourselves a lot more seriously than we actually do,” says Roger Taylor. ‘Jazz’, Queen’s reunion with former producer Roy Thomas Baker, offers ‘Mustapha’, an up-tempo Hebrew rocker; ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’, a song that owes a lot to Pure Prairie League’s ‘Amie’; and more indulgent rhapsodies like ‘Jealousy’ and ‘Bicycle Race’, with its topical references to Star Wars, Jaws, and Superman. The ad campaign, like everything about the Band, goes to the limit of good taste: 11 bare-chested, major-league-yabboed women racing bicycles.

“It’s cheeky”, admits Freddie, “naughty, but not lewd. Certain stores, you know, won’t run our poster. I guess some people don’t like to look at nude ladies.”

Freddie, 32, was born in Zanzibar and educated in India, and was a childhood table tennis and hockey prodigy. He studied art and became a graphic designer and illustrator, having given up piano lessons in the fourth grade. But he continued singing, fronting his first band at 14 and forming Queen with Roger and Brian in 1970. After the routine easy grilling, Mercury is cornered outside. “You seem to be removed from the character up on stage. Is that really you?”

“No,” says Freddie, “of course it’s an act.”

He denies pandering to gays; or for that matter, to anyone. He hints at a quiet, restless man who needs to step outside of himself for ego-stimulation.

“I have fun wearing all those costumes,” he says. “I can really cut loose up there”.

Freddie is then swiftly ushered out, and again, Brian May is left behind to field the endless questions of the Japanese. The two-day junket, painstakingly directed by and for Queen, ends with a few straggling journalists eating Bananas Foster and being more cynical than usual. Outside, on Bourbon Street, a folk singer entertains an empty house of red velour seats, affirming that a falling tree makes a sound whether it’s heard or not. Which conjures up something Brian May had said about Queen constantly seeking “direct communication with our audience.” For all the words that describe Queen’s trip to New Orleans, direct is surely not one.

[barclaysangel]

Junior Wheeler Playlist

*pats playlist* This bad boy can fit 207 songs that lasts in total 12 hours and 27 minutes. I fixate too much on Junior. But I got inspired by @high-functioning-fang1rl Nica playlist so I had to do one for Junior too.

This is on my iTunes account and idk how to manage Spotify so if y'all wanna listen to it, I'm going to put all the songs down below. The ones with * on it are the ones I 1000000% relate for Junior. And feel free to send asks about any of the songs and I'll legit do a lyric analyst to explain why I chose it for Junior.

Anyway, enjoy :)

Avril Lavigne

Losing Grip*

Wish You Were Here

Let Me Go

Billie Eilish

COPYCAT

lovely*

you should see me in a crown*

bury a friend

everything i wanted*

Therefore I Am

Happier Than Ever*

Christina Perri

Distance

The Lonely*

Tragedy

Human

Digital Daggers

Where the Lonely Ones Roam*

The Devil Within*

Can't Sleep, Can't Breathe

Still Here*

Bad Intentions

Dorothy

Raise Hell*

Wicked Ones

Beetlejuice the Musical

Dead Mom*

Say My Name

That Beautiful Sound

Home*

Evanescence

Going Under*

Bring Me To Life

Everybody's Fool*

My Immortal*

Tourniquet

Hello*

My Last Breath

Whisper*

Sweet Sacrifice*

Weight of the World*

Lithium*

Like You

Lose Control*

All That I Am Living For

Made of Stone*

The Change*

My Heart Is Broken

The Other Side

Lost in Paradise*

Sick*

Never Go Back

A New Way To Bleed*

Even in Death

Missing*

Farther Away

Fall Out Boy

I Don't Care*

My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark

Alone Together*

Young Volcanoes*

Irresistible

Centuries*

Immortals*

Halsey

Empty Gold

Hold Me Down*

New Americana*

Ghost

Colors*

Colors, Pt. II

Gasoline*

Control*

I Walk the Line

Alone*

Now or Never

Sorry

Good Mourning*

Lie*

Angel on Fire*

Devil in Me*

clementine

Graveyard

Forever ... (is a long time)*

I HATE EVERYBODY*

3am*

Finally // beautiful stranger*

Still Learning

Bells in Santa Fe*

Easier than Lying*

Lilith

Darling*

1121*

honey

Whispers*

Ya'aburnee

People Disappear Here*

Hollywood Undead

Young*

Paradise Lost*

Another Way Out

We Are*

Medicine

Renegade

Imagine Dragons

Radioactive

Demons*

I'm So Sorry*

Monster*

Who We Are

Natural*

Enemy*

LINKIN PARK

Faint

Numb*

What I've Done*

Heavy

Livingston

Shadow*

Surprise!*

Marina and The Diamonds

Oh No!*

Teen Idle

Melanie Martinez

Dollhouse*

Soap*

Training Wheels

Pity Party*

Milk and Cookies*

Mad Hatter*

The Principal

Show & Tell*

Drama Club

Lunchbox Friends*

Orange Juice*

High School Sweethearts

DEATH*

VOID*

FAERIE SOIREE

LIGHT SHOWER

SPIDER WEB*

LEECHES*

BATTLE OF THE LARYNX*

THE CONTORTIONIST*

NYMPHOLOGY

EVIL*

PLUTO*

Olivia Rodrigo

brutal*

Can't Catch Me Now*

Queen

Bohemian Rhapsody*

Under Pressure

The Show Must Go On*

Set It Off

Nightmare*

I'll Sleep When I'm Dead*

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Skillet

Falling Inside the Black*

Monster*

Taylor Swift

I Did Something Bad*

Don't Blame Me*

Look What You Made Me Do*

my tears ricochet

seven*

this is me trying*

hoax

Anti-Hero*

You're On Your Own, Kid*

Vigilante Shit*

Three Days Grace

Just Like You*

I Hate Everything About You

Born Like This

Overrated*

Pain*

Animal I Have Become*

Riot

Let It Die

Bitter Taste*

Break

The Good Life*

Someone Who Cares*

Chalk Outline

Misery Loves My Company*

Human Race*

Pain Killer*

Fallen Angel

So What*

Nothing's Fair in Love and War

One Too Many

twenty one pilots

Stressed Out*

Ride

Fairly Local*

Other Artists

Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin

Here by Alessia Cara*

Panic Room by Au/Ra*

I'm Gonna Show You Crazy by Bebe Rexha*

Dark Side by Bishop Briggs*

idfc by blackbear

Break the Rules by Charli XCX

Arcade by Duncan Laurence

The Monster by Eminem*

Gorgeous Nightmare by Escape the Fate*

Seven Devils by Florence + the Machine*

You Found Me by The Fray

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths*

So Alive by The Goo Goo Dolls*

Blood // Water by grandson*

Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

Impossible by James Arthur*

Human by John "The Ragin Cajun" Jones*

Broken by lovelytheband

How Villains Are Made by Madalen Duke*

Twisted by MISSIO

Voices by Motionless In White

Funeral by Neoni*

How You Remind Me by Nickleback*

Don't Let Me Get Me by P!nk

Cradles by Sub Urban*

Bad Things by Summer Kennedy*

Shattered by Trading Yesterday*

Unsteady by X Ambassadors*

Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

[cryptidghostgirl]

Alastor x Reader Master List

My Alastor list is getting crazy long so I am giving it it's own post just so my big Hazbin Hotel Master List doesn't get too confusing.

Other Master Lists:

Master Lists 

Hazbin Hotel Master List 

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List of Things I Won't Write

Series are marked in purple

Requests are marked in pink

Suggestive are marked in orange

NSFW are marked in red

Make You Wish Master List -> Y/n has known Alastor since she first ended up in Hell. When he disappeared? She thought her life was over. Seven years have passed since then and slowly but surely, the 1950s housewife turned murderer has made a life for herself, full of good decisions and some bad ones. What will happen when Alastor turns back up again, sending the world as she has made it into chaos once again?

What Can I Do For You (Alastor x Reader) → What if the deal Alastor made that is controlling his power was with Y/n?

Understand (Dark!Alastor x Exorcist!Reader) → Y/n has been using the exterminations as a way to try and search for the soul of her earthly husband for years. What happens when she actually succeeds in finding him?

→ Caged Bird (Dark!Alastor x Exorcist!Reader) -> Reader wakes up in Alastor's room at the Hotel after the events of Understand.

Wrath (Alastor x Overlord!Spouse!Reader) → Y/n’s anger in finding that after seven years, their husband has returned to Pentagram City and decided not to tell them.

Unrequited (Alastor x Reader) → It is too late for him to change things now. It doesn't matter what else has happened, that he's gotten to know her, seen her light. Some broken things can never be fixed. 'You came' 'you called' but make it sad.

→ Unrequited Pt. 2 -> Reader steps in when Alastor is attacking Husk.

→ Unrequited Pt. 3 -> Alastor refuses to let Y/n be present for the battle against Heaven and will do whatever it takes to keep her safe, even if she hates him for it.

Fuel and the Fire (Alastor x Wife!Partner-in-Crime!Reader) → Alastor and Y/n have a deal with Lilith where until a soul is redeemed at Charlie’s hotel, Y/n is under her control. Alastor will do whatever it takes to get his wife back, but that doesn’t mean he won't get a little sad a lonely along the way.

Loving You (Alastor x Gn!Reader) → Valentine's day special :) The story of how Alastor and Y/n realized they had feelings for one another.

Sweet (Alastor x Chubby!Reader) → Hurt//comfort. A random demon insults the reader and Alastor comes to comfort her, later dealing with the demon in a typically Alastor way of handling such a crime.

Cover Up (Human!Alastor x Human!Reader) → Fake dating trope. Y/n and Alastor met when they tried to kill one another, how could they not end up at least a little bit in love?

-> Cover Up pt. 2

→ Cover Up pt. 3

Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader) → Y/n just wants to watch the world burn. Being married was a boon at first but later, rather inconvenient. When she died, she did everything she could to avoid her husband and continue her work but fate had other plans.

→ Till Death Do Us Part pt. 2

→ Till Death do us Part pt. 3

Prepare for Battle (Platonic!Alastor x Platonic!Cat Demon!Reader) → Alastor and Y/n have been engaged in a prank battle for decades. What happens when just a few days after Alastor reappears in the Pride ring, Y/n joins him at the Hazbin Hotel?

Rhapsody Master List → Gn!Reader. Alastor and Y/n have been taking down the overlords of Hell together for years but Y/n has had a secret and Alastor knows it. They each go their separate ways because of this but what happens when years later their paths intersect once again. Loosely inspired by Raine and Eda in The Owl House.

The Guilt (Alastor x Reader) → Y/n was the one person he never meant to kill, but Alastor didn't have a choice. Years later, much to his surprise, they run into one another in the depths of Pentagram City.

Pretty Bunny (Alastor x Chubby!Rabbit Demon!Reader) → Alastor catches Angel and Y/n getting ready for a night out and stops Y/n from going. Hurt/comfort.

I Myself am Strange and Unusual (Alastor x Living!Addams family!Reader x Lucifer) → Y/n is bored and summons some demons. 

The Love (Alastor x Reader) → Alastor is drunk and Charlie asks him if he has ever been in love.

Frostbite (Alastor x Reader) → History repeats itself in odd and uninvited ways. Life cycles on even in death.

→ Day Lilies (Alastor x Blizzard demon!Reader x Angel!OC)

Humanity's Most Favored Fantasy (Alastor x Reader) → It wasn't love. Alastor didn't feel love, not anymore. He'd lost that part of himself the day he died so it couldn't be love, could it?

→ Humanity's Most Favored Fantasy pt. 2

Mishap of Magic (Alastor x Chubby!Rabbit Demon!Reader) → Alastor’s magic backfires and Y/n is there to help. Who would have guessed that a situation such as this would give him the last push he needed to tell her how he felt? 

Destruction//Creation (Vox x Alastor's Ex!Reader x Alastor) → Alastor refuses to let the past die and Y/n would rather pretend it never existed.

The Thing (Alastor x Gn!Reader) → Alastor meets his shadow.

Masquerade (Alastor x Angel!Exorcist!Reader) → Y/n is sent to the Hazbin Hotel as a spy.

Downfall (Alastor x Chubby!Rabbit Demon!Reader) → Y/n see’s Alastor talking to Rosie and thinks she is what he wants in a woman. Little does she know, he was meeting with Rosie to ask for advice on how to talk to Y/n.

What it Means to be a Person (Alastor x Cyborg!Reader) → Y/n gave an arm and a leg to the fight against the exterminators and feels she has lost her humanity by the bionic replacements Lucifer and Charlie gifted her in return. Alastor reminds her that not all is lost, she can still dance, after all.

Spicy Sienna and Berry Naughty (Alastor x Chubby!Gn!Reader!) → Alastor likes the fact that Y/n has begun matching their lipstick to their nail polish -- loves it, in fact. What he doesn’t like is that other people have started noticing. (this one is a bit… weird so I am marking it as suggestive.)

Burn (Human!Alastor x Human!Gn!Reader) → What happens when Alastor spots his ideal target, Mimzy’s newest hired talent? What happens when they evade his capture? What happens when, slowly, he begins to realize -- Alastor doesn’t want to kill them? At least, not anymore.

Drawing Down the Moon (Alastor x Ancient Roman!Witch!Reader) → Alastor reencounters an old friend.

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6 Roadside Rhapsody

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CW: non con, descriptions of SA with receiving party asleep, unprotected sex, gaslighting, manipulation. MDNI. 2.3K words.

The morning of January 4, 2019 was warm, enough so that Rocco realized they finally had a window to leave Lilac Gorge for Laguna Hills. The window was small, but it’d take 9 hours to reach Laguna Hills.

They’d have 2-3 days of good weather, but he planned to get them there in 2 days. They could only drive up to 4.5 hours a day, because of daylight hours and a worry that the van would overheat.

The worry was not an unfounded one, as they had been seeking refuge in the Lilac Gorge to avoid the van overheating.

Rocco drove slow down the streets of the Lilac Gorge, speeding up in the last couple of streets. Angel watched the lilac fields fly by from her window, and she saw Lazarus again.

well, the highway has a way of playing tricks on tired eyes…

Lazarus was standing with his motorcycle on the side of the road, looking at the cars that drove by on the road beside him. She held her breaths when their eyes met, and the world just stopped.

seems that you’re the only thing that never leaves my mind.

His black eyes looked into her green ones, they were alone in space for just a second.

Then he disappeared.

The van exited the Lilac Gorge, and returned onto the Red Highway.

This part of the trip out of the Gorge involves a gradually steeper Highway, all the way up the ridge of the mountain range surrounding the Gorge.

The road had been cut through a low slope in the ridge, and on every side of the Highway there were powerful jagged cliffs. Endless and orange “loose rock” signs along the road.

It was a dangerous section of the range, and within a half hour they’d reached the entrance to it.

The sun that had been rising in the sky darkened, disappearing entirely in the powerful shadows of the cliffs.

Angel was entirely too stressed, but wasn’t letting it be known. While she thought it was beautiful, because it was, she had very bad anxiety.

It was something that overcame her frequently and as they drove out of the Gorge it definitely overwhelmed her.

Trying to just focus on the beauty of it all, she kept her eyes up on the cliffs.

The road was windy and tight, with a speed limit of 65 within the cliffs. If she looked at the road, she would be too scared by the speed.

Rocco was driving maybe 70-75mph, instead of the limited 65. She knew bringing it up to him would only cause him to get defensive and start a fight.

Instead, she watched the cliffs.

Then, he spoke up, “come here, Star… I’m rock hard…”

“Is that a joke?” She asked, at first not taking her eyes away from the cliffs. Her nervousness was seeping into her hands, they were getting sweaty.

“Get over here!” He demanded this time.

It kind of surprised her. She immediately took her eyes off the cliffs and turned her attention to the needy man.

“I haven’t cum since last night and I only got to cum once before you said you were tired,” Rocco was driving effortlessly with one hand, the other gripping his hard cock.

“You’re selfish,” she told him, but she did move. She unbuckled herself and moved to his side.

She got on her knees, putting her hand onto his cock, telling him, “focus on the road and slow down.”

He promised to drive safe, slipping his cock into her unsuspecting mouth immediately, “fuck… you feel so good, do you know that?”

get head while I’m driving…

She hadn’t been ready for him just yet, but she started to suck his cock without hesitation. Her mouth covered him in spit, leaving him wet to the touch.

Her head bobbed up and down expertly along his cock, making sure to please his tip and play with his balls while she did.

She wanted him to finish in her mouth, she wanted to fuck him for awhile… But, that was later… Right now, she wanted him to cum quick.

Her tongue ran along the slit of his cock, tasting his precum and slurping it up. It was so natural between the two of them, but it was scary sometimes.

Sometimes, he was different. Sometimes, he got too far ahead of himself. It was a lot and he didn’t fully understand Angel.

Still, she did anything to be around him. As she continued to bob her head, he continued to weave along the Red Highway’s many turns out of the mountain range.

He entered that portion of the drive where everything went down into a desert steadily over the course of hundreds of miles. It connected to the long Western winding H-40.

During this part, the feeling of his Star’s mouth around his cock was driving him insane. His balls unleashed every bit of his semen into her throat.

She was waiting happily for it, working hard to get it. He tasted so good to her, she was always so attracted to him and enjoyed this…

Angel didn’t know what to do. She felt she lost herself in love… Fuck, she couldn’t help but love though.

She swallowed every drop cleanly, pulling away without leaving a mess. Scooted over then to the passenger seat, and sat herself down.

Angel plopped herself back down on her seat.

Heliosea, the country our story takes place in, has many Highways. Each highway is numbered in a traditional sense, with the Red Highway being officially named H-35.

To get to Laguna Hills, they’d need to take an exit for H-30. As the sign approached, Rocco merged over.

The exit took them on an overpass, eventually lowering them onto H-30 where they started Westbound. This highway was known by the locals that lived along it as the “Opportunity Highway”.

Despite having recently gotten on it, Rocco decided to pull into a town along the Opportunity Highway for the night.

The town was smaller than a lot of the ones Angel had seen before. There was no strip club or bar, just a little motel, a gas station, and a dirt lot for resting from the drive.

By night fall, the two were laying on the roof of the van, staring up at the endless sky of dying stars. Angel was lost in thought when she heard Rocco clearing his throat.

Her eyes turned to look at him, and he was already waiting for her. He grinned from ear to ear, and his eyes were the lightest she’d ever seen them, “I love you, Angel James…”

At first there was silence, because Angel was surprised. Her eyes searched his face, just as the uncertainty crept into his eyes.

“I love you too, Rocco Bennett,” she reached out for his face and kissed his lips.

From there, the two were wrapped in one another, kissing and laughing. The radio was on blast from inside the van and the two started fucking in that empty lot.

He had her legs on his shoulders, and he was slamming into her.

Maybe ten or fifteen minutes, but soon the two were cumming together on the roof of the van, then rushing to get down as they heard a car coming up the hill.

Angel hopped down with Rocco’s semen dripping out of her, and he helped her into the van. He climbed in after her.

They hopped into the bed together, making out passionately and undressing one another. They were always so hot together, steaming up the windows of the van.

Rocco came in Angel again that night. He couldn’t help himself, holding her up on his cock as she trembled and begged for him.

Rocco dreamed and obsessed over Angel in a way not many would understand. He thought about her constantly.

When she was beside him, he was thinking about her. When she wasn’t near him, he was thinking about her even more.

He was obsessed with this girl, he couldn’t finger out way. He couldn’t figure out what she’d entranced him with. Rocco, though? Addicted to her.

Although Angel could hold up all night most nights, the last few nights she hadn’t been sleeping much. Having cum so many times, she lazily passed out in the bed.

Rocco kissed her and whispered in her ear, “come on, wake up, Star… I need more so bad…”

“Mmm…” she moaned from her sleep land, adjusting her position in the bed.

He moved from the bed to the front of the van, sitting down on the driver’s seat to check his phone.

There were several missed calls from Grace, and so he checked his texts.

The last text read: Booked us a show for tomorrow a couple towns down. you coming or not?

He checked the previous messages for the address and saw that the town was along H-30. He decided they’d stop there and stay there until the day after, and finish the last few hours to Laguna Hills that morning.

He responded: we’ll be there.

After that, he was still thinking about fucking his Star. He turned around to see her asleep on the bed. She was naked still.

He sighed, and walked over to her, touching her naked breasts. He kissed them, then sucked on them. She didn’t move, still passed out from all the exhaustion.

His hands moved greedily down in between her legs, and he parted them, allowing his fingers to enter her slowly.

He didn’t want to wake her, he wanted to just finish in her and join her in bed.

No response to his fingers, so Rocco started to spit on his rock hard cock. He needed to make sure it went in without struggle, so he made sure it was really wet.

Then, he slowly began pushing his tip into her.

With no reaction from her, he started to inch all the way in. Her spread lips happily took him, and her unconscious body breathed stilly and snored quietly.

“Your pussy wanted another round,” he whispered into the air as he filled her all the way up, “look at how wet and ready you are for me while you’re sleeping…”

He slowly began pumping his cock in and out of her, spitting down in between their legs to keep her wetness going. Her pussy kept taking him so easily, and he began moaning under his breath.

Rocco increased his pace, wanting to finish quickly so he wouldn’t wake her. He continued groping and squeezing her breasts, touching her sleeping face.

She fluttered in her sleep, moving her hand up to her face and swatting him away. As she did this, Rocco started to finish inside her, holding her down by the waist.

He pulled out once he was sure that he let all his cum out into her. He cleaned himself off and then came to the bed.

Angel was waking up and started mumbling, “Mmm… why… why am I so wet?”

Rocco joined her in bed, “Did you piss yourself?”

Her fingers moved and she touched herself, feeling the familiar consistency of cum in between her pussy. Her vagina was bigger as if somebody had just been fucking it.

“Rocco?” Angel started, her eyes opening, “did you fuck me and cum inside me while I was asleep?”

He shook his head, confused, “no. You said you didn’t want anymore. I respected that.”

“Then why do I have cum leaking out of my open vagina?” Angel asked, turning to face him.

Rocco smiled and kissed her, opening her mouth even when she tried to pull away. He groped her breasts, “mmm… It’s probably cum from earlier. You probably held onto it.”

“You cleaned me and I tried to get most of it out,” Angel protested, “you do realize what you did is rape?”

Rocco started sucking on her breasts, and played with her ass at the same time, “I didn’t cum in you again, although I wouldn’t mind if you let me do it.”

“I’m sleepy,” Angel’s lips were turned into a pout expression.

“You’ll get plenty of sleep later… I just want you to feel my cock slamming into you how you like it,” Rocco muttered as he began to suck on her neck, and started fingering her pussy.

Angel moaned against him, struggling slightly, “we shouldn’t… we did so much… I’m tired…”

“Star, a man deserves to cum at least three times in a day,” he tried reasoning, starting to press his cock to her entrance.

“You raped me while I slept and came in me then,” she tried reminding him.

“I promise, I didn’t… That’s old cum… I’m a respectful man I would never use your body while you’re asleep,” he seemed so sure of himself, but his greed was evident.

He slowly put his tip into her pussy, and said, “you feel that? How could you sleep through that?”

“Mmm…” her eyes stared up at him as he forced another kiss onto her mouth.

He slipped his cock deeper, stroking shallowly just to tease her, “this is a cock, Star, that needs you enjoying yourself to be happy.”

Her moans escaped her mouth, her legs trembled against him. He went all the way in with his thrusts, not taking it easy with her.

Within a few minutes, a trembling Angel was orgasming along his cock. His balls released his seed into her, for the fourth time.

An issue that Angel might not have realized in that moment is that he had done that to her before. He had taken advantage of her in her sleep before, more times than he’d be able to count.

He found that he could never get enough and most of the time she could keep up for hours but whenever she passed out and he still had more… His mind would cloud and he would do it. He’d rape her in her sleep.

He pulled away and laid down flat, ready to sleep.

next post will be some good old DIE, so no ending to the Rocco storyline for a few days! Not sure when next update will be, but I'm hoping soon <3

SONG REFERENCES Great Divide by Ira Wolf Stealth Mode by J. Cole featuring Bas