#thursday tunes

[thatjuvy]

Jazz for a relaxing evening

[staticbluue]

HAPPY NEIL BANGING OUT THE TUNES DAY!!!

I usually don't manage anything more than a doodle for this international holiday, but this year Neil gets the colored, shaded piece he deserves!!

[robotpussy]

i always knew he was going to be the sexiest doctor (who) ever but WOAH.......

[gummywurm-gaming]

Ok but the real question is.

Edit: fuck autocorrect, I meant homestuck

Edit 2: I didn't include out of touch Thursday, flat fuck Friday, or any similar ones because those are weekly events and not once a year (or less)

[skateironicallycantskate]

days of the week

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

ohhh for the event can I get Vil and prompt 3 with reader as the ghost? ^_^

Words Unsaid; Vil Schoenheit

Content; Gender-neutral reader, angst, pining

Content Warning; Reader death (not described)

Word Count; 700+

A/N; Hi Haru! ... I decided to lean more into angst; I am so sorry Vil.

Please do not put my work into AI. If you would like to see more of my work check out my masterlist!

Vil’s hands were shaking, and he tried to make a sound but his voice was caught in his throat. 

His breath came out in white puffs, the Pomefiore lounge had become freezing cold as the fire died out. Dim light from the filtered moonlight cast everything in silver and greys. Long shadows crept across the floor like they were reaching out for him.

Vil.

It was barely audible, but Vil could hear the gentle hiss of his own name whispered into his ear, and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He took in a deep breath though, trying to calm his racing heart which betrayed how affected he was by his current circumstances.

He closed his eyes, shutting out everything else and focused solely on what he could hear. And with how on edge he was, he could have heard a pin drop. But he didn’t hear anything. That was the issue, alongside everything else.

Normally he would have been able to hear the muffled snoring of his fellow dorm members, or the gentle ticking of the clock, or even the standard sounds that an older building may make. But he heard nothing. Only the steady thump thump of his heart in his ears.

Vil opened his eyes again, and he stared at the figure that was now standing within arm’s reach of him.

It was you, but not as Vil knew you.

You floated closer towards him, and Vil dared not to move.

Ghost, spectre, phantom. That was what you now were.

But he had seen you that very day. Still very much alive. Still breathing.

“What happened,” he whispered, taking a step forward, trying to close the distance. 

You moved back, and looked him in the eyes as tears fell down your cheeks. And then you vanished, the fire coming back to life, and all the sounds coming back.

Vil raked his hands through his hair, trying to come to some reasonable answer for why you were here, why you were a ghost. And he found himself running as fast as his legs would carry him, coming to a halt at Ramshackle.

He knocked at the door, but there was no answer. He knocked again and called your name. But all he was answered with was silence, and a sense of dread taking hold.

Please forgive me.

He knocked the door down with his magic, and made his way into the house. Vil looked in every room of the mansion, but all he found was dust; even Grim was nowhere to be seen.

This is a nightmare— No it isn’t, you know that. But how he wanted this to be nothing more than just a simple nightmare. If only it were as easy as that.

His breath came out in white puffs again, and everything stilled like time itself was frozen.

“Please,” Vil could barely recognize his own voice, desperation was something he was not well acquainted with, “tell me.”

You stayed out of sight though and stared at Vil, wanting nothing more than to embrace him. To feel his warmth one more time. To tell him something that had been weighing heavy on your chest for months.

You never had the chance, always being pulled in every which way or dealing with one problem or another. And now? 

… it would not serve either of you any good. It would only cause more heartbreak, a tragedy that belonged in a play really, instead of reality.

Vil clenched his fist and rolled back his shoulders, “You’re still here, so you have something left that must be important. Let me help you.”

Something left, was in fact, someone.

Vil had always been outside of your reach, a star high up in the sky, and that distance was now further than ever.

That’s why you said nothing of your own feelings about him.

That’s why you said nothing, leaving the words unsaid.

“You can’t. Please, forget about me.”

Vil wouldn’t forget you. He would never forget about you, the person that he could be his entire self around.

Perhaps it was friendship, but something that screamed from his chest that it wasn’t.

And he would never get the chance to see what could be.

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[everything-catastrophic]

Pâté banging out the tunes!

Happy Thursday!

[wolves-willow]

Trying to explain tumblr holidays to someone that’s never been on tumblr is so traumatizing. They look at you like you need to be put in a padded room.

[auricdrake]

Round 5 because my polls have gotten lots of love...

I want to give folks the chance to vote for their faves once again (or for the first time if you missed it the first go round)! As always, if you wanna give some love to a meme I didn't put on the poll, let me know and I might do another!

[horse-plinko-official]

Happy collective Neil bangin out the tunes and out of touch Thursday guys

[aggressivelyarospec]

Check all your favorite songs and share with us the ones that make you feel proudly arospec or just about any song you feel like claiming for the community for no specific reason.

Send them our way and don’t forget to visit the master list tag and follow our playlists!

Note: We only include the songs we get in our inbox, so, please, submit them there.

[observing-the-archives]

Hello foundlings… how would you feel if I told you there’s a podcast coming for discussing the rusty quill Magnus series. That Friday the 13th there will be an episode for anyone hoping to renew their Magnus archives knowledge, or anyone hoping to get into it with minimal effort. And there will be episodes continually for you to chew on. How would you feel about that.