#wrote this while listening to music 🎶

[enigmatist17]

He loves when he's free.

It's for an irritatingly short amount of time, time that gets shorter and shorter as the war progresses. It's coined as a "security" measure, but the kindness in those words are as hollow as Coruscant, and the skies are held back from them.

So when he's able, usually giving his time to his men, Fox flies.

Feathers red as blood shine from the neon signs and lights below, the same ones hiding him from most eyes as the commander stretches his wings. Sometimes, he can see brothers from other companies flying with each other and enjoying their time away from the front lines, unaware of shrewd eyes that observe from higher above. Jealously isn't an emotion he deals with normally, and wishes his heart would stop yearning to join them, to forget for a moment that he could be just that little bit niave.

But he doesn't.

He always flies until dawn, milking out every last moment until he returns to his barracks, to his men that he has to protect.

One day, they'll all fly, fly away, or guard this planet he couldn't say, but they'll fly.

On this Fox promises, eyeing the Senate building with a faint smirk.

It'll start with dropping a certain ruler out of a window.

[queenofbaws]

writing asks: the year in review

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[ohgeeeznotagain]

We have a new song out today!!!!

“Think Fast” has been in the works since 2022. That year, we were busy writing songs for season 2 of The Owl House. We wrote “Think Fast” for the episode Them’s The Brakes, Kid - detailing Eda and Raine’s first meeting. But we never had the time to record it back then, and the song was forgotten.

…or rather, it was forgotten by everyone except our intrepid drummer, Alex. Alex believed in this song when none of us did, and was always asking when we were going to finally record “Think Fast”. And after releasing our album MAPMAKER last year, we realized that it was finally time to bring “Think Fast” into the world.

So we returned to the Boiling Isles, but with a MAPMAKER mindset. We gave “Think Fast” a pop-punk makeover, with big guitars and even bigger drums. We even threw in a synth solo and some banjos to give it that Oh Geeez, Not Again flair! 😎🪕

At its heart, “Think Fast” is a song about finding finding someone who inspires you - a friend who makes you feel unstoppable. While the world may try to keep the two of you down, your desire for adventure always breaks you both free. For Eda and Raine in The Owl House, that was a freeing moment, and we hope that there’s someone you’ve met on your journey who’s made you feel the same. 🧡

“Think Fast” is streaming on all platforms now! We hope you’ll give it a listen. Let us know what you think!

Artwork by Megan Paschke, and @graceoartyo

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🎶 Jazz X Human Reader

Notes: This oneshot is a guilty pleasure fic for me. It has been a while since I wrote so it'll be a little rusty so forgive me if It's kind of bad. But for now, it'll be short and sweet. 

Word count - 1,015

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I was staying the night at the base while all the bots were shutting down for the night. Well except the ones who took shifts staying awake to keep guard at night. I was sitting in one of the spare rooms that Optimus offered for me to stay in. Well, the corner of a large "storage" room. I had my own little space with a bed and desk. I decorated it was some things from home to make it a bit more comfortable. 

It was getting pretty late and I couldn't do anything to fall asleep, I've tried anything in the book just to get some rest. It's probably because it was my first time staying the night at the base. 

"Pretty little thing, Can't sleep?" I heard a voice from the door, there standing was Jazz. 

I jumped a bit when his voice broke through the silence.

"Oh Jazz you scared me, um yeah can't sleep," I said scratching the back of my neck, slightly embarrassed. "What are you doing up though?"

He chuckled softly as he walked up to the side of my bed, still having his usual playful grin on his faceplate.

"Just doing my rounds, checking up on the others. But why can't you sleep?" He stared down at me, with both hands on his hips, waiting for your answer.

"I'm just having trouble trying to sleep tonight. I was about to listen to music actually, that and reading helps me sleep most of the time. But I wouldn't mind the company." I answered with a nervous smile. 

He nodded in understanding as he sat on the floor across from my bed and looked at me again. 

"Well, what kind of music do you like listening to?"He asked in a curious tone

I knew he was very fond of music, he could probably speak with other bots about it for hours.

"I listened to pretty much everything really," I said without much thought.

He scooted a little bit closer, his attention was completely glued to me not wanting to break the eye contact. "You can't expect to tell me you like every type of music and leave it at that, I need to know what's your favorite!"

He seemed pretty excited about talking with me about one of his interests, it was kind of adorable. 

"Well, it's so hard to choose right off the bat." I paused to think for a moment. 

"I enjoy rock, some oldies, though I love romantic songs. But there are so many different things to choose from it's almost impossible to pick favorites." 

Jazz listened carefully as I listed off my favorite types of music, his head nodded in agreement with my opinion, but his expression changed when I mentioned romantic songs.

"So you're telling me you're a sucker for romance?" He teased with a playful smile, his voice was now filled with mischief.

I blushed a bit in embarrassment. "Guess I can be...a bit."

He smirked "So you're probably a sucker for slow dancing under the moonlight then?" He asked with a cheeky look, but it was also.. A bit flirty-ish.

"It sounds nice," I said breathlessly without thinking. "But that's just the kind of music I enjoy," I said trying to change the topic to something lighter. 

It seemed that Jazz caught on to what I was doing pretty quickly. He let out a small chuckle in amusement.

"Well, I'm not gonna go around asking if you like candlelit dinners or flowers, you've proved my point by being flustered over a harmless question, It's adorable by the way." He said as he moved a bit closer, now sitting only inches away from you.

My eyes widened slowly as I covered my face slightly and avoided his gaze. Was he flirting with me, he was flirting with me. I was completely taken aback and slightly panicking inside. 

"Hey, don't hide, It's cute." He said as he poked my hand that was covering my face gently.

"S-stop," I said completely embarrassed with my lack of emotional control. I was an adult, why did I have to get flustered so easily? 

I was like an open book right now, he knew he got me flustered. He gently grabbed my wrist and moved it away from my face, forcing me to look at him and not hide. 

"You're even cuter when you're flustered, just saying\~.." He said it in a teasing tone while staring at my flustered face with a cheeky grin. 

I playfully pushed him away. "I always get flustered easily."

His grin grew wider as I pushed him, he was trying to get on my nerves at this point, but it was in a harmless, playful way.

"I'm pretty sure everyone gets flustered when they're being flirted with, don't worry about it." He said as he scooted closer once again.

"Ha ha..." I was silent for a moment like an idiot. "Wait are you flirting with me?!"

I realized I might be a bit dense.

He blinked as he let out a small but amused chuckle from my question.

"I thought that much was obvious by now, what, do I have to spell it out for you?" He teased as he poked my cheek playfully.

"Yes." Oh my god, I was overthinking, overheating, and completely overwhelmed.

He paused as I said that, he was expecting some sort of sarcastic comment back, but it was replaced with me asking for him to say it.

"Well then.." He said as he grabbed my small hand and held it within his larger one. 

"I am flirting with you, Is that direct enough for you?"

[queenbee298]

What if some of the toys were singing 'Eclipse of the Heart' and when they get to the chorus, you sing better than everyone there?

Also, hi! I'm also the one who sent you the sugar-rush prompt!

Request #12. Thank you for requesting this and I hope you enjoy the story.

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You and Poppy were upstairs, in your bedroom. You were painting her nails, doing her makeup, and brushing her hair. You played some music and the two of you started singing to ‘Headlock’ by Imogen Heap.

Y/n: “You’ve been walking.”

Poppy: “You’ve been hiding.”

Y/n: “And you look half dead half the time.”

Poppy: “Monitoring you, like machines do.”

Y/n: “You’ve still got it, I’m just keeping an eye.”

Poppy: “You’ve been walking.”

Y/n: “You’ve been hiding.”

Poppy: “And you look half dead half the time.”

Y/n: “Monitoring you, like machines do.”

Poppy: “You’ve still got it, I’m just keeping an eye.”

You two continued singing and dressing up Poppy. She had a cute little sundress, her in a ponytail, and rainbow nails.

Poppy: “Thanks you, Angel!”

Y/n: “No problem, honey!”

Poppy: “I didn’t know you could sing like that.”

Y/n: “I used to sing a lot with my family and in school.”

As you two continued talking, a little critter, CraftyCorn, overheard to you and Poppy singing,

The little toy ran down to the others.

Craftycorn: “Hey guys!”

Everyone’s attention faced Craftycorn.

Craftycorn: “We should sing karaoke!”

Doey: “That could be fun!”

Bobby Bearhug: “I’m a great singer!”

Dogday: “We should ask Mom/Dad!”

The toys came upstairs and asked you if they can sing karaoke and you agreed. You had a karaoke set you haven’t used in a few years. Luckily it still works and you got it set up.

Y/n: “So, what do you guys want to sing?”

The toys thought to themselves, until a little critter, Catnap, spoke up.

Catnap: “How about ‘Eclipse of the Heart?’ I remember we would sing that song at the factory.”

Y/n: “That’s sweet. We can sing that song.”

You turn on the microphone and played the song. Catnap started singing first. Some other mini critters, Kissy, and Yarnaby sat on the couch and watched. Kissy and Yarnaby couldn’t sing anyway.

Catnap: “Turn around, Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you’re never coming ‘round”

Dogday: “Turn around, Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears’’

Picky Piggy: “Turn around, Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by”

Poppy: “Turn around, Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes”

Bobby Bearhug: “Turn around, Bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart”

Doey: “Turn around, Bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart”

Y/n: “And I need to know tonight and I need you more than ever. And if you only hold me tight we’ll be holding on forever. And we’ll only be making it right ‘cause we’ll never be wrong together.”

You handed the mic to Doey, but he didn’t take it. He stared at you, while the music continued playing. When you looked around the room, everyone was staring.

Y/n: “Umm… What’s everyone staring at?”

Poppy: “You, angel. I didn’t know you could sing that well.”

Doey: “You really sing like an angel!”

Kissy wrote a 10 on her write board, rating your singing.

Y/n: “Aww, Thanks. I used you sing a lot in school plays and I sung that song for a school play.”

But before you all could continue singing, Yarnaby screamed.

Yarnaby: “RAWRRR!”

Y/n: “Yarnaby, are you trying to sing too?“

Yarnaby: “RAWRRR!”

Y/n: “AHAHA! Come on, you can sing with me!”

You all continued singing songs and dancing. You felt nostalgic singing karaoke again. Back in the plays or with family and friends. You enjoyed the moment with your new family.

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I hope you all enjoyed this story. Please request other fandoms you would like for me to write about. See you next time.

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Wait for your love.

content warnings (for the whole series): mentions of drugs and alcohol, age gap, gaslighting, billy being TOXICCCCC, mentions of suicide/suicidal thoughts, mental health issues

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Midnight's Regrets - 1978

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In July of 1978 Y/N made her reappearance.

Y/N: "I was gone for about a year." "And for the first 6 months, I was focusing on getting myself together. I got clean and started writing again." "I was slowly putting together a small album. I had told myself that if I wrote about change and forgiveness, I could heal." "I had heard...rumblings that the band was preparing to release a new album, but I had tried to stay away from the media." "That was until this...one interview came out." "I forgot...who was interviewing the band, I just- I remember being on the phone with one of my friends and I had the radio on. It was just playing in the background, but then I heard a familiar voice." "I told my friend that I would give her a call back. So I hung up the phone and turned up the volume on the radio." "It was Billy. He sounded...drunk. Really drunk. And- I wanted to stop listening, but the minute he brought up my name, I couldn't." "He called me selfish. Said I used him. That I didn’t care about the band, that I just wanted to be bigger than all of them." "He said it- he said it so cruelly. And the worst part was that some of the fans believed it." "I- I didn't know how to react. I was just- angry." "Here he was calling me selfish and say that I used him, while in reality, he put me through so much."

Her voice shakes, and she takes a deep breath before continuing.

"And then, as if that wasn’t enough, a month later, I see pictures of him in a magazine with some girl who looked like me. Like, exactly like me." "It hurt. It really hurt. All those times that he told me I was replaceable, that he told me that I was just another pretty face and that he could have any girl he wants, it all felt- it all felt real when I saw those pictures."

Karen: "Oh, the lookalike? Yeah, we all noticed it. It was... unsettling, to say the least."

Graham: "We told him it was weird, but Billy being Billy, he brushed us off. Said we were imagining things."

Warren: "Nah. That wasn’t imagination. That was some next-level shit."

Y/N: "At that point, the album I was working on? It wasn’t about forgiveness anymore. It wasn’t about love or hope. It was about him. About the anger, the betrayal, the heartbreak. About every time he let me down and every time I let myself believe he wouldn’t." "I didn’t want to make an album that just said, ‘This is what you did to me.’ I wanted to make one that screamed, ‘This is what you’ll never do to me again.’" "The funny thing is, I didn’t write it for him. I wrote it for me. But I knew he’d hear it. I knew he’d know. And I wanted him to feel every single word."

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You were at a radio station to make your first step back into the spotlight, everything was ready to go. You just hoped that he would be listening.

You watched the show host stop the music to speak into the mic, "And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special guest with us tonight. This guest has been out of the spotlight for about a year, and now she's back to tell us what's been going on in her life" "Please, give it up for Y/N L/N!"

The sound of applause fills the studio as you slide into the chair across from the host, offering a small, nervous smile

"Y/N, welcome back! I have to say, a lot of people have been wondering where you’ve been and what you’ve been up to. So, let’s start there. How are you feeling?"

"I feel..good. I’ve been focusing on myself, my health, and really just trying to find myself again."

"Well, you’ve certainly been missed. Your fans have been waiting for this moment for a while now. What made you decide to step back into the spotlight?"

"Honestly, I think it was time. I needed to disappear for a bit to figure out who I was outside of everything else. But I missed making music, missed connecting with people. It’s why I started in the first place. So, here I am."

"So...I hear that you have a special announcement for us, something you've been working on while you were gone."

You laugh, "Ah yes! Um...this is something very special to me. And I'm so excited to everyone to listen to it. So my brand new album, Midnight's Regrets will be in stores...tomorrow at midnight."

"An album? Wow you must've been busy while you were gone! Is there anything you can tell us about it?"

"Midnight’s Regrets is…probably the most honest thing I’ve ever written. It wasn’t the album I originally set out to make....but sometimes life takes you in a different direction. It’s raw, it’s vulnerable, and it’s everything I needed to say."

"Now is there....anything or anyone that inspired this album?"

"It's...really just about the past few years."

"Well, I can’t wait to hear it, and I’m sure your fans feel the same. Y/N, thank you for joining us tonight. It’s so good to have you back!"

"Thank you! It feels good to be back."

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Karen: "We were in the studio just hanging out and we heard her voice. Billy told Graham to turn up the volume and everything just went quiet."

Graham: "Billy tensed up when she said she was releasing a new album. Like visibly tensed up."

Warren: "Nobody said anything for a while. It wasn't until the lookalike came in...."

Eddie: "No one liked the lookalike. She was rude, entitled, and just nothing like Y/N. Honestly I don't even think Billy liked her. He was just using her to fill Y/N's spot. Which was still fucked up."

Daisy: "Billy left with the lookalike for a while. This was normal he'd leave with her, they go and probably hook up and then she'd come back attached to him. Warren bet Eddie 20 bucks that he was gonna break up with her. Eddie bet 40 against it." "When he came back this time...the lookalike was nowhere to be seen."

Warren: "I asked him where she was...And then he mumbled something like 'she's gone'." "Eddie slipped me my 40 a little while after."

Y/N: "I walked out the the interview with my stomach in knots. I was so nervous for the release, I really was. I was nervous about how people you react to it, I was nervous about what the press would say..." "And I was nervous about what Billy would think of it." "I remembered how I felt listening to Aurora. I was just...in shock and in awe because it was the best album that the band created." "I was just hoping Billy would have a similar reaction to my album."

Eddie: "We all stayed late at the studio that night. We ordered pizza, Warren ran out to get beers and soda, and then at exactly midnight on the dot, Teddy came in with two vinyls." "He placed them both on the table and said 'Listen to the one on the right first' and then he left."

Karen: "Billy was just, staring at them, he didn't move. So I grabbed the first one and opened it."

Y/N: "I wrote a sort of prologue to be put on the inside." "Midnight is the hour where everything feels raw. The highs, the lows, the moments you wish you could forget but never do—they all come alive under the quiet of the moon. This album wasn’t supposed to exist the way it does now. It was going to be a story of forgiveness, love, and second chances. But life has a way of rewriting your narrative for you." "These songs are a reflection of everything I’ve carried: the heartbreak, the betrayal, the anger, and, most importantly, the resilience. They’re not just about what happened to me—they’re about what I refused to let define me." "I wrote this for anyone who’s ever felt shattered and wondered if they could ever put themselves back together. I promise, you can. I promise, you will." "And to the one who broke me: I hope you’re listening. Because I always have."

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As Karen finished reading the prologue, a haunting silence took over the room. She carefully placed the record on the player, the soft hum of the start up began to play. Taking the tracklist in her hand, Karen read from it, "First one is...How to disappear."

The soft beat of the song filled the room, then her vocals came in.

"It sounds like her older stuff" Graham says.

A hum of agreement went through the room.

Then the next track began to play.

"Happier Than Ever," Karen says.

The soft strumming of guitar filled the room, it was angelic sounding. Billy didn't say anything, your voice sounded gentle, almost a whisper, as sing about being happy alone, about finally finding yourself. But then the shift happens.

"You call me again, drunk in your Benz. Driving home under the influence. You scared me to death, but I'm wasting my breath. 'Cause you only listen to your fucking friends."

Everyone went quiet.

"She fucking went there" Warren whispers to Eddie.

They all looked over to Billy who was looking down, his hands balled into fists.

"'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty. You made me hate this city. And I don't talk shit about you. Never told anyone anything bad. 'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything. And all that you did was make me fucking sad."

Billy's thoughts were swirling, he felt a mess of regret and anger, not towards you, but towards himself. He treated you like shit, and now he was hearing how you truly felt.

 The track ended with the sound of crashing drums and a wailing guitar, leaving the room in a tense, suffocating silence. Before anyone could speak, the next track started, immediately shifting the mood.

The upbeat melody of 'love is embarrassing' filled the room.

"Loser who's not worth mentioning. My God, love's embarrassing as hell"

"It's catchy" Warren says, smirking drumming his fingers to the beat.

Before the group could fully process the last track, the next one began. The smooth, upbeat sound of 'Read your Mind' filled the room. 'Feather' had the same effect.

Karen tilted her head, listening closely. "She’s experimenting. This is different from anything she’s done before."

"I bet you those two will be the ones that the radios pick up." Eddie says.

Graham looks over at Billy, "Billy, you good?"

He doesn't say anything, he just grunts and nods.

As the next track begins to play, everyone had expected it to be another pop song, but nothing would prepare them for the whiplash of what was about to play.

The track opened with a slow, deliberate rhythm, a distant, echoing sound that seems to pull everyone’s attention into the quiet before your voice cut through the tension. It’s raw, soft, yet layered with emotion.

Karen’s face tightens as she listens, and she glances around at the rest of the group. Eddie's usual smirk is gone, replaced with a furrowed brow.

"Fell in love for the first time. With a friend, it's a good sign. Feelin' off when I feel fine. 21 took a lifetime. People say I look happy. Just because I got skinny. But the old me is still me and maybe the real me. And I think she's pretty."

Warren, who had been tapping his foot along to the previous tracks, suddenly stops and sits up straighter, the weight of the song sinking in. "Shit…" he mutters, his voice barely audible. "This one’s…heavy."

The song continues, and the production swirls around your voice, adding layers of echoing distortion, mirroring the chaos and confusion in the lyrics.

"I never did you wrong. And my, my patience is gone. And I, I never did you wrong. I loved you for so long"

The song begins to fade out, leaving an unsettling quiet in its wake. No one speaks immediately. Everyone is still processing the shift, the unexpected vulnerability.

The next 5 tracks, vampire, pretty isn't pretty, making the bed, the grudge, and logical, are like a punch to the gut for Billy.

"You can't love anyone, 'cause that would mean you had a heart"

"I could change up my body and change up my face. I could try every lipstick in every shade. But I'd always feel the same. 'Cause pretty isn't pretty enough"

"Another day pretendin' I'm older than I am. Another perfect moment that doesn't feel like mine. Another thing I forced to be a sign."

"And I doubt you ever think about the damage that you did. But I hold onto every detail like my life depends on it. My undying love, now I hold it like a grudge. And I hear your voice every time that I think I'm not enough"

"'Cause loving you is loving every, Argument you held over my head. Brought up the girls you could have instead. Said I was too young, I was too soft. Can't take a joke, can't get you off"

Every word, every line, every lyric, it hit Billy. He hurt you, badly. And now everyone would know how badly he did.

The room was silent.

Graham moved to the record player and stopped it. "Maybe we should take a break." he murmurs.

Billy shakes his head, "No- no let it keep playing," he says as his voice cracks.

The opening notes of 'Clean' began to play. It was vulnerable like the last few tracks, but it felt more hopeful.

"It sounds clean...does that make sense?" Warren says, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Ten months sober, I must admit. Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it. Ten months older, I won't give in. Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it."

The words strike a chord in Billy. He knows there's a double meaning. You're sober, you're clean of drugs, but you're also clean of him.

The sparkling beat of 'Bejeweled' then filled the room, everyone’s heads snaped up, and for the first time in a while, there’s a slight tension breaking in the air.

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Karen: "While we were listening to the album...I think we were all just a bit worried with how Billy would react to Better Than Revenge."

Warren: Laughing "Yeah, I mean, I knew it was coming. You can't hide something like that forever."

Daisy: "Y/N asked for our help. She needed something that felt raw, something real. We couldn't say no to her."

Eddie: "I think we would've gotten away with it if Billy didn't have such a good ear."

Graham: "The minute it started playing, I knew he knew. I mean open a song with Warren playing drums? That's a giveaway automatically."

Warren: "What can I say? I didn’t hold back." he grins "If she needed something to match the fire, we gave it to her."

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As the song blasts through the speakers, the energy in the room shifts. The aggressive drums hit, then the guitar riff, and Billy’s jaw clenches as he hears your voice.

"He’s not a saint and he’s not what you think. He’s an actress, He’s better known for the things that he does, On the mattress."

Billy’s eyes narrow, his fists tightening at his sides. The words feel like daggers. But it’s not just the lyrics. The way the song sounds, the drums, the guitar, the bass, everything. He knows that sound.

He grabs the lyric book and flips it open.

Track 14- Better Than Revenge.

His eyes scan the page, and there on the bottom of the page Graham, Warren, Eddie, Karen and Daisy are credited as part of the production of the song.

"What the hell is this?" he says, throwing the booklet onto the table. "You guys helped her with this?"

The room goes quiet, the song continuing to play in the background.

"She came to us Billy. She asked for our help." Karen says.

Billy's voice rises, sharp, accusatory and a little hurt. "And none of you thought to tell me?"

Eddie steps forward, arms crossed defensively. "We promised not to."

Billy scoffs, "You all took her side. You didn’t even think about how this would make me look."

"This wasn’t about sides, Billy. It was about making sure she didn’t feel alone in this. You had your chance to make things right, and you didn’t." Karen says, glaring at him.

"I didn’t-" Billy starts, but Warren cuts him off.

"You didn’t do anything, man. That’s the problem. You're getting mad over what? The fact that she come to you?" Warren says, "You hurt her, you can't expect her to come to you for help."

The song fades out, leaving a tense silence in its place. Billy was fuming. But he couldn't find it in himself to leave.

The final song on the first vinyl began to play.

Billy sat back down and took the lyric booklet back into his hands, track 15- Out Of The Woods.

The sound was different, everything about this whole album was different.

"The rest of the world was black and white. But we were in screaming color."

Billy began to really listen to the lyrics, the way you described everything was so...perfect. Like he could really picture everything.

Graham speaks up. "She’s not pulling punches Billy, she’s not out to destroy you. She’s trying to make sense of it all. Of you. Of herself."

"To move the furniture so we could dance. Baby, like we stood a chance. Two paper airplanes flying, flying, flying. And I remember thinking."

"It’s not just about the bad, is it?" Billy murmurs, his words just loud enough so they could hear him.

Daisy shakes her head, "No, it’s not. It's about the good, the bad, the messy in-between. She's just telling what you guys had."

The final chorus plays, "Are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet?" echoing over and over again, sounding haunting and hopeful all at once.

  🎶 .·:*¨🎶💋🎶¨*:·. 🎶

Daisy: "When we finished the first record...it was just quiet." "We were all feeling different emotions." "But I have to say, I was fucking proud of her. She- she took something so horrible and turned it into a masterpiece."

Karen: "We were confused why there were two different vinyls, but after Graham took a closer look at the jacket of it, we realized the second one was the deluxe version of it."

Graham: "On the inside of it, it said there were 4 additional tracks. So I took the first one off and then put the second one on." "I sat back down and read the song titles...and I knew we were in for another ride."

  🎶 .·:*¨🎶💋🎶¨*:·. 🎶

Nobody speaks, they only listen. And the lyrics, once again, hit Billy like a fucking bus.

"Cause you kiss me and it stops time. And I'm yours, but you're not mine…"

Billy rubs his face with both hands, his fingers tugging at his hair. Everything rushes back, the whispered promises, the unspoken words, and all the ways he let her down. He slams his hand against the armrest of the chair, his frustration barely contained. "Jesus Christ."

"Why'd you have to make me love you? I said, 'I love you.' You say nothin' back."

This hits Billy like a freight train.

"She's- She's making me seem like the bad guy!" he scoffs, "After I wrote Aurora for her- after I poured out my entire heart on a fucking album for her!"

"Billy, shut up and listen to the lyrics!" Daisy shouts, "You fucking hurt her! You only wrote Aurora because of the fact you hurt her! She's allowed to feel how she wants to! She's allowed to feel angry! She's allowed to feel sad! So just- listen to her lyrics!"

Billy finally shuts up. He leans back in his chair and the next song starts up.

The echoes of 'Is It Over Now?' fill the room. And then...

"You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor. You search in every maiden's bed for something greater"

"When you lost control. Red blood, white snow. Blue dress on a boat. Your new girl is my clone"

"If she's got (y/c) eyes, I will surmise that you'll probably date her. You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor. You search in every model's bed for something greater"

"I was hoping you'd be there. And say the one thing. I've been wanting. But no."

Billy's head was now in his hands again. His heart feels like it's sinking to the bottom of his chest, his mind spiraling with thoughts of all the mistakes he made. And then before he could fully collect his thoughts, the next song starts playing.

While the opening notes of 'I Wish You Would' started to play, Billy's heart skipped a beat.

"I wish you would come back. Wish I'd never hung up the phone like I did. I wish you knew that. I'd never forget you as long as I'd live. And I wish you were right here, right now. It's all good. I wish you would"

"I wish we could go back. And remember what we were fighting for. Wish you knew that. I miss you too much to be mad anymore. And I wish you were right here, right now. It's all good. I wish you would"

"We're a crooked love. In a straight line down. Makes you wanna run and hide. Then it makes you turn right back around"

"You always knew how to push my buttons. You gave me everything and nothing. This mad, mad love makes you come rushing. Stand back where you stood. I wish you would, I wish you would"

Billy’s chest tightens as the final line rings in his ears. He wishes, too. He wishes he could take it all back, wishes he could undo the damage he caused. But hearing the lyrics, hearing your regret, he knows it’s too late for that. You're not coming back, not in the way he wants. The realization washes over him, leaving him feeling hollow inside.

But then the sparkly distorted intro of 'Karma' starts playing.

"This is the last one" Graham says as he reads off the vinyl jacket.

It was a catchy song, similar to 'Bejeweled', it had that glittery sound.

Billy knew it was another song directed towards him, but when he heard "Cause karma is my boyfriend" his heart sunk.

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

A wave of jealousy, mixed with deep regret, crashes over him, had you moved on?

The song keeps going, and with every line, Billy’s heart breaks a little more.

“Karma is the guy on the screen. Coming straight home to me.”

He could hear the smile in your voice, he could hear how happy you were. He was happy you were happy, but he wanted you to be happy with him.

The song ends, and Billy looks at everyone.

"So...guess she's moved on." he says.

"We don't know that Billy" Graham says, "She could've just- written it because it rhymed or something..."

Billy shakes his head, "No...that's not like her. She doesn't just write out lyrics for nothing."

Graham looks over at Billy, his expression filled with a mixture of concern and frustration. "I’m just saying, man, we don’t know for sure. We don’t know what’s going on in her head. She could be trying to move on, or she could just be putting her feelings into music. You can’t take everything in her songs at face value."

Billy scoffs, rubbing his hands over his face, trying to scrub away the frustration that’s been building up for hours. "No, Graham. I’ve been around long enough to know when she’s really saying something. And she’s saying something. She’s telling me, loud and clear, that she’s moved on."

"She’s telling you that she’s moved forward, not necessarily on. There's a difference." Daisy says in a defensive tone.

"Moved on- moved forward- same shit. What difference does it make?" Billy says, getting up and pacing the room. "I wrote Aurora for her. It was for her. All of it. I thought- I thought it was going to be enough."

"You can't just expect one album to fix everything Billy" Karen says, "You hurt her, badly. An album won't fix that."

Billy remains silent for a moment, processing everything they’re saying.

But then his attention went back to the record player as it started to play this awful sounding static.

  🎶 .·:*¨🎶💋🎶¨*:·. 🎶

Y/N: "On the jacket of the vinyl for the deluxe version of Midnight's Regrets there were only four new tracks listed."

"There was really five."

  🎶 .·:*¨🎶💋🎶¨*:·. 🎶

"Graham, why didn't you turn the player off?"

Graham walks over to the player, "There's still grooves, there's another song."

Not even a second later, the room is filled with the haunting opening notes of a new song.

Everyone stands in silence and confusion as the song plays.

"You were born bluer than a butterfly. Beautiful and so deprived of oxygen. Colder than your father's eyes. He never learned to sympathize with anyone."

"I don't blame you. But I can't change you. Don't hate you. But we can't save you."

"You were born reaching for your mother's hands. Victim of your father's plans to rule the world. Too afraid to step outside. Paranoid and petrified of what you've heard"

The words pierce Billy's already broken heart, he can't hold it in anymore. He feels the tears trickling down his face, and when he looks around, everyone else has tears too.

Your voice is so hauntingly beautiful, they've never heard you like this.

As the song fades out, they can hear what sounds like crying under all the instrumentals.

The silence afterward is deafening.

"Billy…" Graham says, his voice breaking the stillness.

"I fucked up," Billy whispers, the words barely audible. "I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know if I even can anymore."

A/N: HOLY FUCK THIS WAS A LONG CHAPTER 😭 anyways I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED!!!! this was honestly so like stressful to work on cause of the lyrics BUT I PULLED IT OFF I THINK! anyways next chapter will probably be out sometime next week and hopefully the next chapter of GOU will be out by sunday night or monday night!!

heres all the songs from readers album (IN ORDER) -> 1978 album

[yoonia]

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖊

it's been a hard year so far for the most of us. some of us might be taking some time to wind down, others might be starting anew before the year ends. to spread some love and positivity this month, I want to celebrate my birthday month with you all! it's been quite a long while since I held anything special on my blog, so I'm going to use this moment to celebrate my birthday by giving back for all the love you've given me!

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙 mini rules: my ask/inbox will be open from 10/10 to 10/20 for this mini celebration! please send an emoji according to the following rules and I'll give something to you in return! 💕

➛ 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰:

🖋️ ⇝ send me any character or pairing that I’ve written (you can choose from any fic listed on my masterlist) plus a headcanon, trope, kink, or au, and then I’ll create a mini visual moodboard with a mini blurb/ficlet to come with it!

➛ 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔰:

📜 ⇝ send me one of YOUR fics (open to all kpop groups and k-artists, send me the title and the links!), and in exchange you’ll receive a mini moodboard based on the vibes I get from the story or the fic summary! bonus point if you add a short paragraph promoting your story in the ask so my readers can see it too!

➛ 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢:

📸 ⇝ send me your kpop bias or fave group, your core aesthetic or your favourite song, fave colour, and I’ll make a mini moodboard for you!

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖞 mini rules: these additional emojis can be added with your main ask — some of these will be posted at the end of the event once I have properly compiled everything!

💌 ⇝ send me a love letter of any kind, and I'll gift you one of the songs that I would listen to when I'm winding down for the night!

🎶 ⇝ what song/music are you currently listening to? send this together with the above ask or separately and I'll make us a birthday bash playlist!

📚 ⇝ is there a fic that’s been living rent-free in your head this year? Include it in your above ask or separately, and I will put together a fic rec list! bonus point if you add a short love letter for the author who wrote the fic or the fic itself so I can give a quick shoutout for them too!

💕 thank you so much for all the love and support that you have given me so far and for being present. it's been lovely to hangout with you all. your existence has made my time here worthwhile. all submitted requests will be posted gradually for the rest of the month!

xoxo, 𝕯𝖎𝖆

[bricabracbaby]

I was tagged by the wonderful @oneheartoverthemoon to share four albums that are constantly in my rotation 🎶💜

1) The Turning Wheel by Spellling; such an important album to me. I’ve wanted to travel into the world where this music is being played. I think I wrote about how it feels like stepping into a milky, mother of pearl wade pool while wearing some elaborate harlequin makeup outside of a whimsical victorian castle.

2) Grace by Jeff Buckley; this album makes every fiber of my being feel like it’s being soaked and ringed out on a loop. His way with words is so inspiring and there is a period in time when I listened to last goodbye 72 times (I was down bad)

4) When I Get Home; so so so important. Like I can’t stop gushing about how magnificent this album is. Solange had said that she had so much to feel when making this record, which is so important to my own creative practice.

3) Charm by Clairo; I know it just came out but it’s my album of the year and all of the influences bring me so much joy. It’s endearing, silly, soft and oozes a lovely mix of idk seeing someone you adore across a party and pants-less mornings making pancakes

I shall tag @puppy95 @symptomofloves @between2mysteries @littlejumpydogheart in this little thing 🎶♥️💜

[whyyougottadothatbro]

and these stars, are nothing but your cousins...

Genre: fluffy little scenario I wrote cause I miss him so much and I hope he's doing as well as he can

Bf! Bangchan x female! Reader, established relationship

Song recommendation: 🎶

a/n: I've been unhealthily obsessed with this song for a good over 8 months and listened to it mostly while writing this fic, 10/10 would recommend

Wc: 1.5k ~, probably proofread?

“chann~~~” y/n lets out in her sing-songy voice as she calls out to her lover who’s legs are sprawled upon her thighs as she gently massages his feet, rigorous weeks of performances and endless hours of dance practice making his flatfeet hurt to the point that just walking seemed like it would require all the remaining strength in his body. The feeling of his lover’s tiny hands that he adores so much, especially when they are entrapped in his own, feel so relieving against the soles of his feet he sighs in relief and almost misses her calling out to him, but he refrains himself from losing focus.

His focus shifts back to where he was massaging the back of his lover’s neck and her shoulders, releasing the knots she’s gotten from her desk job. Chan relaxes against the bed’s headboard with y/n sat between his legs, massaging the feet that landed on top of her thighs when chan wrapped his legs around her waist. They both relish in the touch of the other, silent grunts leaving them as their tangle of limbs begin to limp slowly yet surely, but chan breaks out of his trance, remembering to answer back from behind her with a hum of acknowledgment urging her to continue. 

“I was thinking~” y/n’s voice hasn’t lost its tone from earlier when she is suddenly interrupted by her boyfriend who’s ministrations stop temporarily as his hands drop down to her waist to pull her flush against him as he poses a question before she can continue,

“are you just thinking or are you thinking~ ?” chan lays emphasis on the last word. He’s repeating it in the exact same tone as hers from earlier and some sub-conscious part in the back of her head feels astonished over his musical talent in the most mundane of situations. She shifts her focus back to the situation at hand as she chuckles, turning her head back to look up at him in amusement, ‘what is that even supposed to mean?’ 

“well..” chan elongates the last syllable, ‘when you’re just thinking, its everyday stuff usually, you’re thinking about when to do the next grocery run, you could be thinking about going back to pilates, what you want to order for our next takeout night, you could be thinking of a purchase you need to make, a gift you want to buy, a call you need to make, electricity bills you know just everything normal, everyday stuff..” chan’s voice trails off as he detaches your hands from his feet and brings them into his, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand in silent appreciation for you.

“and what happens when I’m thinking?” y/n asks him, still a bit amazed about how her boyfriend had different interpretations of her saying the same thing, just with a slight change of tone.

‘when you’re thinking~” chan hasn’t let go of the exact same tone from before as he continues, “it can mean anything from a new hair color you want either of us to try or booking the both of us an impromptu trip to Hawaii without any money in your pocket. Its basically a wild card.”

The evening sun casts its pink-orange glow onto the couple wrapped up in each other’s arms, y/n finding her lover astoundingly beautiful under the hues cascading through their large windows. Her hands move up to his face, thumbs gently tracing his jaw, eyes not focused at anything in particular but still looking at what she believed to be the sum of all the love that the universe had planned to give her, packed and summed up into the man whose warm hold feels like her personal shield. y/n believes that even though the both of them have lives filled with people that carry so much love and joy in their hearts, its in the hearts of each other that they were made to find solace in. If soulmates existed and love was true, the light freckles under her lover’s eyes wrote love on his face in a language only they both could understand, a language that lived as long as they did, and would vanish into the void silently, peacefully with them. 

“you’re zoning out on me again, pretty” chan’s soft reprimand brings her out of her trance. She shakes her head a little bit, as if physically shaking herself out of the floaty comforting headspace chan’s presence puts her in often. ‘want to tell me what you were thinking~ about, now?’

‘well you’re going to Japan next month, right?’ y/n asks, coming down slowly still,

‘I do, I wish I could take you along though’ chan’s words drift off into a small pout towards the end, pressing a kiss to his lover’s forehead. Parting from her made him sad and pouty to no end, but chan was quick to learn that y/n would always kiss his pouts away as a rule, almost. But it wasn’t chan if he admitted to using it against her to get more kisses, it was his own secret.

‘coming back to earlier, so, I was thinking~ what if…’ y/n trails off again, slowly noticing chan’s patience wearing off and watching him grow more agitated and it gave her the time of her life. y/n had a general struggle of keeping conversations quick and to the point, but maybe she did use it against chan because watching him grow agitated and whiny was amusing to no end, it was her own secret.

‘what if we get you a bigger carrier, your old one’s a bit wobbly no?’ y/n asks in all seriousness face now resting on his shoulder, and chan chuckles again, 

‘is that what you were thinking all this while? And this one’s okay baby I don’t think I need a bigger one?’ chan has no idea again as to where y/n could be going with this but he goes along.

‘no because you see.. if we, if we get you a bigger carrier, maybe its going to make it easier to..’

‘to what, baby girl?’ chan asks again, voice softer, cooing at her almost

‘well its going to make it easier to carry all our stuff at one place because I might have got Changbin and Minho to convince your staff to bring me along and maybe let us stay for 2 more days after because its our anniversary?’ y/n says all that in a single breath and huffs out, eyes expectant and waiting for a response as nervousness pools in them. 

‘no way..’ chan whispers to y/n, not wanting to say it too loud in case it was a dream and it would all go away if he was too careless talking about it. Chan’s still not believing it, even after y/n enthusiastically nodding at him, kissing his full lips again to make him believe that she was indeed coming along with him. He slaps himself mentally, both to wake himself up and also for not thinking about it earlier. Mischief pokes its head around chan’s brain again, because how did she come up with it before he could.

“and.. what if I said no? what would you do then? It is dangerous to do it, you know it too princess” her face falls almost entirely at his words and chan’s heart hurts seeing her reaction, but he’s perplexed when her face lights up again,

‘then I’ll just, I’ll just sit in your carrier, because there’s no way I pulled the amount of strings I did to just not do it.’ Chan splutters with laughter again, chest vibrating and body shaking at the memory of his dog doing the same to him every time he has to come back from home in Australia, and the visual of his girlfriend sitting with her legs folded in his carrier, doe eyes looking up at him with silent pleas, refuses to leave his head as he laughs more, squeezing her harder in his arms.

‘oh so you’re learning from berry now?’ chan asks as he wipes tears away from the corner of his eyes, stomach hurting from laughing that hard. y/n’s seriousness almost throws him in a laughing fit again but he refrains, a chuckle escaping him every now and then, awaiting an answer.

‘I can’t deny she has good tricks up her paws’ chan finally lets his second laughing fit escape him, wheezing at her words all over again.

‘you know what else berry is good at?’ chan asks as he slowly recovers, mischief now completely coming out to the forefront of his brain,

‘what is it?’

‘kisses, berry gives me sooo many kisses, you’ve barely given me any you know?’ chan pouts in fake annoyance again, crossed fingers hopeful that he gets what he wants,

‘oh you’re in for it bahng’ y/n says as she pushes him down onto the bed with her hands firm on his shoulder. She lies flat on top of him, aggressively kissing the entire expanse of his face. 'Finally' Chris thinks to himself, hands holding y/n down on top of him, pillowy lips against her, as evening faded into the night from their bedroom window, thankful to the stars twinkling outside, probably smiling down at them too. 

a/n pt. 2 : i hope you guys enjoy this, i know I'm not the most consistently posting writer on here but I really appreciate the support I get on my posts. Thankyou so much!

[justforbooks]

A guide to Per Nørgård's music 🎶🎵

An admirer of Sibelius and South Park, Nørgård exposes the full force of nature, and humour, in his symphonies

Danish composer Per Nørgård, was the only composer I know who appeared naked on the cover of a book about his life and music. That would be a risky, not to say potentially off-putting move for most composers, but there was Per in all his glory, sitting on a wooden veranda, staring out into an idyll of lake and trees in a photo for The Music of Per Nørgård: Fourteen Interpretative Essays. Now, I'm not going to push the metaphor of Nørgård's nakedness too far, I promise, but there is a connection between the image of man in the midst of nature and the elemental experience of listening to Nørgård's music; the fact that his work is unafraid to let it all hang out, compositionally, emotionally, and expressively speaking.

Don't believe me? Have a listen to the opening of his Fifth Symphony. Nørgård himself quotes one listener who describes this 35-minute work as "a walk with a fire-breathing dragon", an image that says something about the gigantic power and imagination of this piece, which changes in a second from the surreal sounds of sirens, whistles, wind machines and bird-calls to brassy explosions, swirling string writing – and silence. It's music that has all the chaotic unpredictability of a weather system, and listening to it is like being in the middle of a thunderstorm, or walking through a whiteout: discombobulating, disturbing, sometimes even dangerous, but inescapably compelling.

The Proms will host the British premiere of Nørgård's Seventh Symphony on 9 August (Nørgård has also completed an eigth, which we've still to hear in the UK), and his large-scale orchestral works run through his huge output as markers of how his music has changed over the decades. Nørgård's musical vision was forged in Denmark of the 1940s and 50s, inspired by his studies with Danish symphonist Vagn Holmboe and his love for Sibelius. Nørgård heard in Sibelius the radicalism that later generations of composers would discover, the way his music simultaneously manipulates different kinds of material, different kinds of time, and how forward-looking his use of the orchestra is in its texture and physicality. He even wrote the old, and by then compositionally silent, Sibelius a letter, and received a warm reply. Having dedicated a major new piece to him, Nørgård was too shy to meet Sibelius when he travelled to Finland – even though he glimpsed him in the grounds of his house, Ainola.

But Nørgård was not too shy to extend Sibelius's principles into musical places that not even the Finnish master could have imagined. Nørgård started to use a so-called "infinity series", a mathematical principle that does what it says on the tin, and leads to the generation of an always-changing sequence of notes. This isn't a version of Schoenberg's serialism – far from it, since, the infinity row creates the possibility of resonantly tonal centres across a large-scale work: this is not "atonal" music. Never mind the theory, though: listen to Nørgård's Voyage into the Golden Screen to hear how the infinity row can create music of visionary intensity: slow-moving layers of harmony and line that build to a climax of blinding power in the first part, and then, in the second, you'll hear some deceptively minimalist-sounding riffs (the difference from real minimalism is that nothing is ever simply repeated in Nørgård's music).

Nørgård's attraction to eastern philosophy (he has written an opera on Siddharta), and his embrace of 60s-ish ideas such as "the expansion of consciousness while fully conscious", the title of one of his articles, might suggest music of blissed-out transcendence. But Nørgård's work has increasingly embraced conflict, violence, and even humour (you've got to have a sense of the ridiculous to title a piece Bach to the Future, a double-percussion concerto he composed in 1997; Nørgård was also a fan of the music for the South Park movie, friends say). One of the catalysts for this broadening of his expressive palette was Nørgård's discovery in the late 1970s of the work of Adolf Wölfli, the Swiss artist who spent most of his life in a psychiatric hospital. The combination of pattern and chaos, of obsessive detail and expressive wildness in Wölfli's paintings finds an analogy in Nørgård's music – have a listen to the Fourth Symphony, directly inspired by the Swiss artist, and you'll hear how Nørgård's music creates a surreal world of sudden changes of mood and texture that's somehow pulled together into a single form, a genuinely symphonic journey.

That's what I like best about Nørgård's music, its simultaneous sense of freedom and coherence, how it pulls you along with all the power of the undertow of a great wave. His Sixth Symphony, "At The End Of The Day", is yet another huge, elemental experience. Nørgård's music becomes a force of nature in its own right, since it contains, accepts, and creates such titanic expressive extremes. And that's to talk mostly about his orchestral music: Nørgård's operas, his songs, and his chamber music are all there to discover, too. Enjoy your walk with Denmark's music-breathing dragon.

Five key links

Voyage into the Golden Screen

Symphony No 4

Symphony No 5

Symphony No 6

How Per Nørgård tricked Ligeti into discovering Rued Langgaard

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[corneliushickey]

❌⛔️🎶 (^^)/

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

hmmmm i'm not a big trope writer i don't think! i don't often work within established fandom conventions/templates. i can swear to you that i will never ever write kidfic or pregnancy fic that doesn't end in messy late stage abortion.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. ha. ha ha ha. i have dozens of these, yes. the one i'm most bummed about wrt it being in the permanent not-a-wip-anymore pile is a long david 8/elizabeth shaw gap filler fic between the end of prometheus (2012) and the backstory included in alien: covenant (2017). the premise was shaw refusing to re-attach david's head to his body, and david's mental functions slowing down and breaking and becoming unstable as he continued to drain fluid and exist as a severed head. shaw told him that she had to be able to forgive him before she put him back together, and the fic focused on the conversations they had about faith and consciousness and forgiveness as she mulled over her decision. all the while david's narration (it was his pov) was breaking into more and more cerebral and hard to follow image association as his more complicated processing routes shut down. i wrote a good chunk of it at the end of 2020 when i was going through a lot of personal crises and re-watching covenant basically every day. i wish i could finish it because i'm still very proud of the concept and the execution (of the part that exists) but it was a very technically dense fic that required a lot of research (david is way way way smarter than me) and though i still have the same amount of love for the franchise + the prequels specifically, i've never been able to get back into the headspace

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

i cannot listen to music that has any words/lyrics in it when i write so i usually end up looping the score to whatever fandom i'm writing for, since it's usually for movies or tv!! i listened to the substance score so much every track ended up in my spotify wrapped top tracks lmao. if the fandom doesn't have a score i'll usually throw on brown noise or nature sounds. for humoralism i listened to rushing river water and insect song since that was the background noise of the fic itself.

[9bantamanga]

Hello, I'm 9Banta. Thanks for the follow!

Today, I’d like to share my self-introduction post from no+e.

💻 Occupation: Web Designer

I’ve been working in web design ever since I entered the workforce! I originally wanted to become an illustrator, and once entered a CD artwork contest for a music group… but I drew three members when they actually had only two. That failure made me realize I needed more real-world experience.

So, I started a part-time job in web design (which I had only touched on in vocational school), and I’ve been doing it ever since. I can even handle customer service calls!

✏️ I’ve been drawing since I was about 3

When I was three, I drew people with limbs sprouting out of their heads. Then one day I saw a friend’s drawing and discovered “torsos.” In elementary school, I went through a phase of drawing only cavity bacteria and demons—my parents were very concerned (and honestly, I still carry some baggage from that).

In adulthood, I didn’t draw much for years due to being absorbed in work. But around 2018, I became obsessed with One Punch Man and started drawing fanart daily as a form of rehab. Now I focus entirely on my original series, Zigoku’s Foreman.

Old drawings

🍴🎶 Hobbies: Eating and listening to music

I love simple things like spinach with soy sauce and miso soup... but I also love meat and sweets! Musically, I’m especially drawn to ethnic fusion with modern avant-garde vibes.

🔥 How Zigoku’s Foreman started

I used to make fanworks of a certain character, but I always had an interest in original creations. One day, I sketched a character filled with everything I love—that was Mizuchi, the foreman. My creative partner Kamishiro liked him and wrote a short story based on the setting I came up with. That was the beginning.

👹⛑ About Mizuchi, the Foreman

Mizuchi was first designed in 2020 for a Twitter event called “#CharacterDesignMashupGame.” Eight participants each contributed a theme, and we all made characters based on the combined prompts: “covered eyes,” “undead,” “sunglasses,” “katana,” “gloves,” “studded accessories,” “long hair,” and “tattoos.”

At first, Mizuchi was meant to be a villain (the skull tattoo on his chest is a leftover from that). But I wanted to try making him the protagonist—and his current, more lovable personality emerged. (He probably would’ve been a charming villain too.)

First drawing of Mizuchi

He’s packed with all my personal tastes, so I haven’t really felt the need to draw anything else lately. (Sometimes I do, though.) For now, I’m fully devoted to Zigoku’s Foreman.

🧠💪 About My Style

I think my art style speaks for itself.

Mizuchi in private mode

(Writing his end-of-day report before bed. He’s a serious one.)

I draw mostly humanoid non-humans, and only male characters . I like muscles, so I often draw shirtless guys. I love animals too. My process is very character-centric—I enjoy fussing over outfits and accessories.

My manga tends to lean comedic and is said to have good pacing. Despite being set in Hell, there are no real “villains.” Rather than focusing on plots, I enjoy portraying and exploring the characters. The worldbuilding is also super detailed—I don’t want it to feel shallow, so I’ve ended up diving into research on Buddhism and Kabuki, which I now genuinely enjoy.

💭 Why Do I Create?

The main reason is to express what’s inside me. In my day job, I create 100% to meet clients’ needs—and I love that too, especially when it makes them happy. But I can’t really put myself into it.

I sometimes worry that I’d regret it on my deathbed if I never did anything for me. So now, I’m doing everything I can while I can. Thankfully, some people have said they love my manga works—and I do my best to give back to them. Even if it’s a hobby, I give it my all.🔥

🧓👁️ Future Plans

I want to keep creating for the rest of my life. That’s really it. Though... I am worried about my aging eyesight.

Also, I’d like to contribute to society in some way, someday.

That’s about it! (Abrupt, I know) Thanks for reading!

[voidc4t]

So you've answered an ask about your top 5 songs 🎶 before and I kinda wanted to know which songs impacted 2024 for you? 🎵 Doesn't even have to be 5.

also HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎊🍾

Well, first of all have a happy new year yourself, anon! Secondly, I'm actually flattered you like my music taste? Read More because... long.

- The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives | fits one of my OTPs very well and like, just listen to it? the flow, the lyrics, the melody - kinda love at first listen. - Curses - The Crane Wives | another banger, very catchy beat imo and of coure the lyrics. - Allies or Enemies - The Crane Wives | was/is still fitting to personal circumstances, also enjoy the flow/melody. - Zukunft Pink - Peter Fox ft. Inéz | german! was pretty popular in 2023 and as most things by Peter Fox the lyrics are #deep (no seriously, you can also find a fun diss at Elongated Muskrat in there) - Nachbeben - Alligatoah | german! another #deep song that tackles our exposure to the increasingly toxic social media landscape and what it does to our heads, also the music video and beat! - WEISSE ZÄHNE - Alligatoah ft. Bausa | german! two of my fav rappers, Alligatoah tried his hands at a heavy metal rap album and while it's def not 100% real metal, much less heavy there were some great songs on it and this is one of them. about eerily fake people and their perfectly 'white teeth'. IRL fitting. - A Dangerous Thing - AURORA | everything she puts out is great in some way or another, it's just that this applied IRL so it's on this list. - Espresso - Good Neighbours (cover of Sabrina Carpenter's) | I wasn't too hooked on the original and after landing on Sabrina's cover of 'Good Luck, Babe!' I ventured out to see if there were any covers of her songs and jfc, it's so... catchy? so very different? very 2010ish vibes. - The Night We Met - Lord Huron | according to Youtube Wrapped I listened to this song over 9k times and that's kinda concerning. not sure how that happened but suddendly I could only listen to this song. also fits one of my OTPs and I'm still super into them so... well, how about a comeback? been a while. - Heavy - Linkin Park ft. Kiiara | personally fitting. - Neunzig - Apache 207 | german! just a fun song that doesn't take itself that serious. - Was weißt du schon - Apache 207 | german! about growing up and living in a certain way of poverty, our 'ghettos' are called blocks (der Block) and it's specifically refering to those 8+ stories tall buildings that are mostly social welfare apartments. tiny, dingy, crowded, crime, foreigners, immigrants - you know. - Therapie - BRKN | german! for one I love his voice and secondly, the theme/subject fits my reallife. about admitting your not doing well mentally, slowly becoming a bit unhinged, recognizing your own toxic traits and even becoming more toxic towards your partner. well, it's called 'therapy' after all. - 100km/h - Bausa | german! about sticking together through tough times, about the ups and downs in life, not recognizing yourself after a while, yearning for love. again fitting. and I LOVE the harp in this, it's a special version and I def like this over the og version. and another case of 'the voice' for me. - Bullet - Hollywood Undead | this definitly got ample playtime in 2024. - Good Luck, Babe! - Chappell Roan | this was what got me hooked, I only started listening to her on the literal last day of August and then she took over my playlists. her voice is just... WOW. the vibrato, the flips, her range, everything! especially the way most of her songs are very 80s/90s vibe-ish which is just my thing. - Red Wine Supernova - Chappell Roan | already wrote a paragraph, also listen to her live recordings because those studio records don't do her voice justice. - My Kink Is Karma - Chappell Roan | didn't hook me at first but then it just clicked. can't never not do the 'YOU' flip when I listen to it. - Too Sweet - Hozier | at first I completly got the message of that one wrong, took me a few listens to go 'uh wait a sec lmao'. regardless, this year I fell down the Hozier rabbit hole and jfc, I missed out on so much! not sure why I didn't follow him after 'Take Me To Church' came out because THAT definitely had me hooked back then. also IRL applicable. - Nobody's Solider - Hozier | great song with a strong message. I'm sure there'll be more Hozier on my playlist this year.

Honorable mentons: - Caravan Palace, just got into them again oof ♥ electro swing, that direction if you're inclined - Lone Digger - Caravan Palace (I believe I've read that they're doing pretty much all of their sound effects themselves and not with sampling etc? also they sound SO GOOD live.) - Hozier in general, the music feels very healing? personal? idk but it's nice to listen to, like really listen to the messages of the songs. - anything AURORA, same as for Hozier but her music just feels good and her approaching so many different issues and topics with her songs ♥

Once again thank you for the ask, I had a lot of fun putting this together! This was the post they were refering to btw.

[storiesoflilies]

HI MY BELOVED LILY!!!!!!! i saw the emoji ask game and wanna play teehee :3

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

💖 What made you start writing?

i hope you’re having a wonderful day!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!

HIII QUINN!!!

I SO ADORE YOU N THANKYOU FOR SENDING IN SOME ASKS :3

🎶 absolutely!!! in fact, my fics don’t vibe nearly half as well if i haven’t found the perfect song that fits the theme of the piece. and i listened to bon voyage by allie x ALOTTTTT when writing merman!toji.

⏳this honestly depends on my inspiration for it n the length. for one of my shorter drabble pieces, 2-3 hours if i absolutely focus on it.

‘metanoia’ took me a solid week to do, and that was me ABSOLUTELY hyperfocusing on it and oh my did i absolutely COOK when i wrote it (i’ve never been able to blast a fic like that since oopsies) on the other hand, both my longer sukuna fics took me nearly a solid month lol.

💖 hmmm i think it really stems from the fact i was an absolute bookworm when i was a kid. like i really didn’t stop reading. so when i discovered websites like tumblr and wattpad (back in the dayyyy with bucky barnes fanfics lol) i just went for it.

i stopped writing for a long time and picked it back up again this time last year actually heheh and i’m enjoying it ALOT more than i did before :3

Lily xo

ask game.

[alexandia03]

For the ask game! 🥺🤡🎶

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Oooh this is a hard one... I guess speaking about loss in general is what gets to me. I write a lot about Imogen's feelings and whenever I get to write her being open and vulnerable about it all (or just powerfully affected) I sometimes worry I am a huge monster.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I don't write a lot of fluff or funny moments, but I think it'd be the last chapter of GAWG where Imogen is talking with her friends... and also the last lines of that chapter (although Sarah wrote them). But any time I write Glane, I try to make her as fun and snarky as possible.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Oh yes, all the time! I have been working on GAWG lately and it's not a song, but rather an album - Ed Sheeran's = because it fits perfectly with my mood for this fic. Especially Tides.

Thaaanks for these questions! It was so fun!

[cartoonsforlife]

PREY I The Playlist To The Horrific Fanfiction!

Little playlist to my horrific Villainous fanfiction "PREY" on AO3!

(The horror musics are excellent!! I loved listening to them while I wrote the scenes!)🥰🎶🎧