#yes i can sing almost all of them from memory. almost. there are points that i mumble bc i cant pronounce certain words fast enough kddhjd

[trans-p03g]

Who's the voice claim for Veggie?

Fuck this, fuck you *turns you into a carrot*

Anyway, it's Enej! They're a Polish-Ukrainian band, I'm pretty sure their style is called folk-pop? Folk rock? Like a combination of ska, folk, pop and rock from what I read on the wiki

I was thinking about this song specifically when picking their voice claim, but the post about them singing to their partners was made while I was listening to Lili and Symetryczno-liryczna.

[thatfreshi]

Possible request, one evening Astarion and Tav are cuddling, Astarion laying his head on their chest as Tav gently combs their fingers through his hair when they start softly singing an old elvish lullaby. Causing old and once thought dead memories to slowly come back to Astarion as he snuggles closer to them as he reminisces his past even shedding a few tears for the life he should of had and Tav is there to hold him and comfort him through it all

Recommended Song: Come Out and Play - Billie Eilish

It's well known between you and Astarion that he does not dwell on the past. After all, what's the point in grasping at something you can barely remember? Sure, he has glimpses of people, places, things, but they don't mean anything. If he tries hard enough, there are almost words to go along with the blurry faces, but nothing worth his while. You don't ask him much about those fuzzy thoughts, only when you're really truly curious.

One night, you're lying in bed after a 'family dinner' with your old companions, a little event you liked to put together every now and then. Astarion loves the attention, but it is in fact a little draining hosting your house, especially to your friends. The two of you are exhausted, and your sweet vampire nuzzles into your chest.

"I love them, but gods are they rowdy."

The two of you chuckle lightly.

"You know, I remember I said I thought domestic life would be boring, but perhaps I was wrong. Seems much better in our little world. Much calmer."

"I'm surprised you haven't gotten us into any more trouble yet. No stray crimes I'm unaware of?"

He doesn't answer for a moment.

"No... except for that necklace I got you the other day."

You feel the muscles in his face move, assuming he has some mischievous smirk across his lips.

"Oh Aster, whatever will I do with you?"

Your hand makes its way into his hair, slowly moving through delicate curls.

"Love me for who I am and never ask me to change, ever?"

You sigh.

"I suppose."

Sugar-coated words, soft hands, empty minds. Your mind wanders, the tired feeling merciless. The cozy, exhausted feeling reminds you of a song, and you begin to sing softly. At first, it's nothing but melodic little words, until you get a little further in. Something clicks in Astarion's head, something strange.

It's sunny, he's out on the docks, sitting next to an older woman. She's humming the song, and the two of them are just staring out at the water. He's fidgeting with something in his hands, some kind of charm. The sun is beating down on the two of them, but neither seems to mind. The melody fades out, and the woman puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Come, time to go home darling."

As fast as it came, the memory is gone, and he sheds a couple silent tears. You realize his breathing has quickened.

"You alright my love?"

"What... what's that song?"

You have to think on his question, unsure really where you'd first heard it.

"I don't know. My parents knew it, and I guess I just picked it up. They'd sing it during peaceful moments. I guess I do too. Why?"

"It brought back something. I think- I think I saw my mother."

Even uttering the words makes the tears fall faster. He's never had a vision of the past like that, nothing so substantial.

"Was it nice?"

He tries to catch his breath.

"Yes. It was."

"You want to talk about it?"

The emotions are confusing. Astarion can't figure out if he's happy, sad, or just shocked.

"We were just watching the water, and then she told me it was time to go. She called me darling..."

He continues to cry into your chest, and you just hold him.

"I guess you know where you get it from now."

A small smile takes over his lips.

"You're right. I guess I do."

That smile is quickly erased by guilt.

"Do- do you think she's still out there? Wondering what happened to her son?"

You frown, knowing he wants to hear the truth, but knowing it might hurt.

"I think any good mother would still wonder. Especially with a son like you."

His grip in your side tightens, as if he's afraid of something.

"Is it bad to say it's easier to think she's already dead? That she doesn't have to wonder anymore?"

"No, not at all. You can feel however you need to about it my love. I imagine with how long elves live, it would be a long time wondering."

He lightly laughs.

"It is worse to say I think I'd be too scared to look for her?"

"No. But why would you be scared?"

"Because I wouldn't be her son anymore, not the one she knew. Just some vampiric freak."

You trail your hand softly across his back.

"You're not a freak Astarion."

"You're probably one of the only ones who'd say that my sweet."

The two of you are too exhausted at this point to have a full conversation, just sentences traded back and forth, words you don't fully remember. But you do know he thanked you the next morning, for bringing back such a pleasant memory.

[hihhasotherfixations]

John Price headcanons sfw & nsfw P2

Part 1

Here’s some more of my headcanons for this man. They’re a but all over the place, apologies. But enjoy :3

Sfw:

While he himself is not religious, he was brought up in a Christian family.

Speaking of his family, he unfortunately doesn’t have a very big one. He has a father he barely talks to and older sister. His mother passed away from cancer when he was still a lieutenant and because of it, when he got promoted to captain there was no one around - his sister was caught up and stuck with work. It was not a good time for him. Instead of celebrating his accomplishment, he was alone and stricken with memories and grief.

His dad was incredibly strict growing up and Price’s relationship with him is still very strained to this day because of it.

His late mother was very adamant on not swearing and while he tries to uphold that, he’s also been in the military for 19 years. And sometimes (very often) the danger or his men become too much. This has caused him to adopt swearing even though he tries so hard not to. One of his most used swear words however is ‘jesus- fuck’ as it’s become almost a habit to swear with jesus christ, though he always catches himself last moment and tries to divert from swearing with the religious man’s name and says fuck instead.

Price can’t ride a bike. And I don’t mean a motorcycle, he’s fine with those - really good even. But an actual bike? Man can’t do it. Do I say this purely because I find the thought/image of Price on a bicycle cursed? Yes, yes I do.

Price finds it hard to say ‘no’ to the 141 when it comes to small and inconsequential things. Due to this, there was a time where for over a month, the 141 walked into his office, asked him to doodle a cat and then left without a word. And yet he did so every time, confused but content enough whenever they waddled off with their doodle. What he didn’t expect, was to show up on Christmas morning to find a blanket strewn over the couch in the rec room - it’s print being littered with every small cat he had doodled. It is now one of his favourite things.

Not a headcanon but I wanted to let the world know: Price has a tiny birthmark on his nose and it is the most adorable thing in the world. (Thankfully I’m seeing more people bringing attention to it >:3) Because of it, if you repeatedly kiss his nose for that reason? To kiss the birthmark? He’s gonna get really flustered really quickly. Not much will bring this man to a stop mid order-giving, but that would shut him up real quick ;3

He does not like singing but you can often catch him humming when doing something such as cooking or cleaning. He doesn’t really realise he’s doing it so don’t point it out! Otherwise he’s gonna be conscious of it and you won’t hear it for a month or two.

Terrible at golf. Gaz once took him golfing cause he thought that’s something Price enjoyed/was good at. It in fact turned into Price getting frustrated and nearly obliterating the golfbal with how hard he hit it. He gave up after that.

This is more logistics that I keep for myself but Price was in the British army for 4 years before he moved to enlist in the SAS.

Loves, loves, loves playing with your hair if you let him. Sitting/cuddling on the couch? His fingers are touching it in some way. Kissing? His hand is keeping your head near his via the back of your neck and his thumb will be rubbing back and forth over the hair there.

Pretty sure 90% of people share this headcanon but good LORD his sneezes. They are loud and you can hear him from across the field. He then proceeds to shrug it off like they’re nothing.

Man has the sharpest and loudest finger whistle and 100% uses it on his men to get their attention. Both the 141 and the soldiers he reigns over as captain. It’s a noise ingrained into every single person who has served with him and will get them to shoot straight and pay attention instantly.

This is a little more niche. But this man sucks at almost every game except for survival games. FPS? Absolute shit, will get maybe one bullet to hit before dying. Horror? While he doesn’t jump at the jump scares, if he is being chased by a monster or a killer, you can almost guarantee he will die. But survival games?? Give him the forest (kinda) or Subnautica to play and this man will absolutely tear it up. You can leave him for an hour or two and when you come back he’ll have crafted a base and be halfway through the game.

This includes Minecraft. Kinda. Man is an absolute god at building, but do not send him into the mines. You will see a message pop up of him falling into lava or dying by mobs every 5 minutes.

Basically any game where he’s not in constant danger, he’s fine.

Avid peanut butter enjoyer.

If Price were to ever have children, he would try very hard to give them the childhood he never had. He would not deny those kids of anything. They want to go outside in the rain to play in the mud? Alright, let him get the raincoats, he’ll wash the dirty, muddy clothes later (he is 100% out there with his kids, splashing them or letting them push him into puddles).

In the same vein, he would try very hard to separate work and life. Sure he might need to get stern sometimes and tell the rambunctious rascals off, but he tries very hard to do so in his dad voice, not in his captain voice. It would still happen sometimes though and he’d feel absolutely awful. Especially if he makes his kids cry because of it.

One of his favourite songs is Escape by Rupert Holmes (The piña colada song). You can oftentimes hear it and songs like that softly playing in his office while he’s doing paperwork.

Not really a headcanon and don’t ask me why, but this donkey is giving me Price vibes: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJV6o5cB/

While he smokes cigars, he’s not at all a chain smoker. Usually saves them for moments where he feels he earns them (after a mission, completing paperwork he really didn’t want to do etc), high stress, or when he’s really craving one.

In a similar topic, he hates cigarettes. Tried one when he was younger, hated it and instead unfortunately took over the cigar habit from his father (when said man was home). Because of this however, he can’t stand to smoke with Laswell. She tries sometimes - cause while she’s trying to quit, it’s hard - but Price only allows it if she’s upwind from him, blowing her smoke away from him.

He stubs his toe SO often. Don’t get me wrong, when out on the field, every step is calculated and precise and you will never in your life see him slip up. It’s a different matter entirely when he’s on leave or just around base though. His body doesn’t need to be on edge 24/7 anymore. Which means that if you’ve served under him, you’ve heard him curse out a door for daring to stand open in the way it did. When he’s at home with you? Double so. He tends to walk around without shoes at home - logically so. Which means his poor toes meet cupboards, table/chair legs and doors a bit too often. He’ll swear less when at home tho, more… take-a-deep-breath-to-control-the-rage kind of reaction.

For the love of god, call him pretty. It’s just- it does something with him. He’s heard handsome, rugged, manly, weathered, etc. And don’t get me wrong, if you call him any of those? Pride bursts through his chest and he’ll make sure to repay you in kind. But if it’s just you and him on the couch, leaned into each other, the tv softly playing? Just a quiet moment? And you call him pretty? It heals something in him.

Has once overheard soldiers insulting/mocking his facial hair and definitely made them shit themselves when he appeared behind them with his full 6”2 (188cm) buffed up captain stance - arms crossed with the most vicious glare you can even imagine. Also definitely made them run until they dropped and then do it again or gave them toilet duty for a month. It also definitely wasn’t only one time he overheard someone.

He’s an absolute history buff. At one point he seriously considered to become a history teacher but at that point he was too far into his military career. He didn’t feel like he could leave his men. It also felt like he’d have wasted years of his life and going back to school wasn’t really on his ‘want to do’ list at that age. So instead he opted he’d be of better use to the world right where he was.

If you allow him to infodump however? He will absolutely tell you the most random facts. Disturbing ones too. He just wants to tell you cool facts, its a way of showing love :)

Quality time often consists of him sitting beside you while you do whatever. He’s either reading a book or doing a puzzle, if he can he will have one hand on your thigh, absentmindedly rubbing it while his mind is elsewhere (its a bit hard when he does puzzles with one hand, but he makes it work)

In the vein of those puzzles, he absolutely LOVES them. If you come home with a newspaper saying “I got this for you!” and show him the not-yet-made puzzle, he will absolutely fall a little bit more in love with you every time. That’s his form of you coming home with roses for him.

Ridiculously good at crosswords. Very rarely has to look up an answer. He also tends to ask you out loud. Not per se to actually ask you though. It’s more of a way of thinking out loud. “What’s a six letter word for a cloud formation in space? …Nebula, thank you.” And then just moves on without you ever having said a word, not even realising he does it.

He always feels guilty when leaving you for long periods of time due to work. Tries very hard to make up for it, even if you assure him he doesn’t have to.

He does things while on missions that he is not proud of. He does not tell you any of the more inhumane things he’s done because he’s terrified it’ll change your perception of him.

These moments haunt his every moment however. Sleeping and awake. You are his only escape.

He is not proud of a lot of things. But the 141 is one of them.

Kyle is one of the most prominent ones. From when he found him in Piccadilly to the elite soldier he is today, Price is incredibly proud of who he’s become. Though he’s also very worried for the danger he’s put the younger man in by dragging him into this world.

Price also makes sure to look after Ghost. Strangely enough, he feels almost responsible for what happened to Ghost despite him having nothing to do with it. Because of it however, he feels very protective over the man and tries to treat him the best he can.

Soap is someone who he sees a lot of himself in. So he always tries to push the man to be better than he was. Price sees the potential Soap has in furthering his military career and if the moment came to it, he’d recommend the man for a promotion in a heartbeat. Soap is someone he always trusts in.

He has a lot of scars on his body from his years of service. If he feels you run your fingers over the scar and you ask him about them, he’s okay with telling you about how he got it. Even if he spares the details sometimes.

Lastly, if Laswell and her wife ever got a child, Price would 100% be the favourite uncle and regular babysitter whenever he’s off deployment.

That’s it for the regular headcanons again :3 Please respect the banner and onto depravity.

Nsfw:

Whenever he’s making out with you, he LOVES having a hand on your throat. Not to squeeze. Never to squeeze. He does not like the thought of choking you at all, brings bad memories. But he is addicted to the thrum of your heartbeat underneath his fingertips. The submission that comes with it as you let him hold a place so vulnerable while he attacks your lips.

Doesn’t have to be during sex either. You two can be cuddling on the couch and he’ll gently pull you in by your neck or throat and press his lips into yours. Or push you up against the wall by it when you greet him as he comes home. Just let him hold you and move you like that.

Fingerprint bruises. Oh my god he properly leaves them whenever you two are having an especially… passionate night.

Don’t get him wrong though! He’ll kiss the bruises and apologise after, even if seeing them sends a flutter down his spine. Loves walking up to you and slotting his fingers right over the marks, careful and appreciative as his hands fill up the spots.

Man loves biting and nipping any place of you he can reach. Have I mentioned how much he loves leaving his marks on you? Hickeys and imprints of his teeth e v e r y w h e r e. (Won’t go above the collar if you don’t want him to)

Depending on how okay you are with it, he’ll definitely bite hard. He’s holding you in a mating press, kissing you to hell and back and when his hips start to stutter, when that telltale spark begins to come up, he’ll divert to where your neck meets your shoulder and bite while fucking the last few strokes into you, muffling his groans and noises of pleasure into your skin.

He has once broken skin while doing it, he felt absolutely awful after it. Immediately after coming down from his high and realising what he did, he went to go get the med kit from the bathroom. Naked and sweaty, he waddled away and back, concern and guilt as he disinfected the wound and dressed it, pressing a million apologies to you.

While it is rare to get him to actually fully give the reins to you and be submissive, when he does, call him by his honorifics still. Praise him with them. “You’re doing so good for me, captain” , “Are you feeling good, sir?” Whisper things like that in his ear and he’ll be whining and desperate for you like never before.

Man has a raging breeding kink. Will absolutely fill you up as many times if he can. Just the sight of seeing his cum leaking out of you instantly gets him going for a second round. The possessive side of him comes out thanks to the thought of you walking around with a piece of him inside you.

I don’t know if I mentioned it in p1 of this but he’s an absolute aftercare KING. Literally won’t want you to do anything. He’s cleaning you up with a towel first and foremost, gentle and careful - especially if he was a little rougher that day. After that, if you’ll let him, he’ll run a bath or shower for you and gently wash you himself. Kisses, cuddles and clean sheets are all in his service.

[zarvasace]

Next is Depth! He is dark Sky. (He gets his own special dramatic portrait—the perspective mostly works? Idk I need to practice and find some good refs for this sort of thing.) So much rambling about him and his design under the cut.

Masterpost

The most striking thing about Depth is how normal he looks. Disregarding a few odd features, he looks like Just Some Guy, at least until he opens his mouth. He occasionally feigns being mute around others so he can keep the charade of being human up for longer, since his voice sounds truly awful. Depth is paler than Sky with much darker hair and orange-red eyes, but is otherwise identical. He doesn't mind that, and chooses to play it up a bit with very similar clothes, too. His tunic is rust-colored, opposite Sky’s spring green, and his chainmail is pointed and jagged on the ends instead of smooth. He wears a purple sash with more angular designs and lines, which matches the purple charm that keeps his cape on. 

Depth’s sailcloth is both a source of pride and a sore spot. He made it to contrast Sky’s, dark and tattered, but one of his very secret desires is to get one as beautiful as Sky’s, made by Sun, maybe dark, but functional and lovely and a reminder of her. 

See, Depth doesn't understand Sun—he doesn't actually know her, though he has memories from Sky. He wants her to be a damsel in distress that he can rescue, he dreams of her choosing him over his Light, but he doesn't realize that she won't. He loves his idea of her. While Depth follows [insert LU bad guy here]’s directives, he makes his own plans and he has his own agendas, and many of those plans aid him, in some way, to win Sun’s affection. 

However, as Depth has been growing into the leader role, he's starting to become attached to the other Darks. He's annoyed by them, but his plans have started to expand to benefit them in a way that doesn't necessarily benefit him, too. He might have a little altruism in him, after all. 

Despite that, unfortunately, Depth remains someone who would not save the world, but someone who intends to damn it over and over again. He doesn't flinch at the thought of Demise’s curse, in fact, he would welcome it. He likes the idea of having a purpose and a destiny. He wants to coddle the few people he cares about and would set everything on fire to do it. He says he loves Sun more than Sky ever could, but he would lock her away to keep her "safe."

Depth is the de facto leader of the group, since he's driven and has ambition. He has a very strict idea of what the other Darks should be doing and gets upset when they don't do it. He hates being touched and is ruthlessly practical. Once, when Nothing was being particularly annoying and tried to steal Depth’s sailcloth, Depth broke at least one of Nothing's fingers. He hasn't gotten close to injuring someone like that again, due to equal parts nobody bothering him like that again and him trying to be a little gentler. He doesn't hesitate to threaten injury to keep order, though. 

Depth knows about Ghirahim as a sword, and wants to wield it, but is under the impression that he needs to prove himself worthy first. (Whether or not [LU bad guy] actually intends to let him use it is a different story.) Depth is one of the more skilled sword fighters among the Darks, remembering formal training, but his sword isn't anything special. In a fight with Sky, they would be evenly matched if it weren't for Sky’s ability to use a Skyward Strike, and Depth's inability to block that much light. 

Depth’s special ability is his voice. In a mundane way, the others try to not make him use it, because it's almost painful to hear. In a magical way, Depth’s voice carries over long distances. When he sings, he can summon creatures like bats, crows, rats, and snakes, and they'll listen to him for a time. When he screams, his voice is a magical, short-range wave of destruction. Yes, he's an evil Disney Princess. Depth doesn't feel any strong affinity for the animals he attracts, but he doesn't let Dire or anyone else hurt them, and he doesn't send them to their deaths. He mostly uses them as spies and distractions. 

Depth is one of the more dangerous members of the Dark Chain—not because he’s physically imposing or particularly powerful, but because he can see beyond the next mission and is determined to ruin the Lights once and for all. He's one of those who would happily kill his Light—but only after Depth shows him how he has lost everything dear to him. 

[mono-dot-jpeg]

tucking you in - himeko, kafka

summary; just some sweet platonic fluff with the aunts

genre/extra tags; scenarios, fluff, family fic, idk what else to say like, it's cute fluffy and sweet, child! reader, kafka and himeko are referred to as aunts

[platonic] [5-6 yrs old! reader] [gender neutral reader]

a/n; not much to say about this one tbh. just enjoy some fluff. also kafka's scenario is based off my memories with my mom when i was stuck at family parties late at night with her.

"now, now. your exploring must come to an end, little star." she hummed. you feel yourself getting picked up by himeko, soon turning you to rest your head on her shoulder.

"i don't wanna sleep though. why can't i stay up a little longer?" you moved your head to press your cheek on her shoulder and face her a bit better. "you can't even tell it's like night time here! we live in space!" you pointed at the windows of the express, clearly seeing the glittering stars and void of space.

"mm, yes i know, but even the brightest stars need to rest." she pokes your side, making you giggle. "if they burn too long, they get tired-" you yawn. "just like you."

"mhn.. but..."

"but?"

"but i'm not-" you try to hold back a yawn but fail, "tired."

"of course, of course. we're just going to grab your favorite book to read, and we're gonna lay down, get all comfy.." her soothing voice almost sings like a lullaby as she speaks softly through the halls of the passenger rooms. as you pass by each room, you can hear different sounds.

dan heng's room is humming like a quiet engine from the data library, march is still humming a little tune while she gets ready for bed, trailblazer is shuffling around organizing their room as they settle in, it's an interesting sensation of comfort when you sleep knowing that you have family right by your side. and welt's room is the most quiet of them all, you've never really been in his room but you know it has a lot of "old people things" as you once said.

"we're here." she sang quietly as she opened the door. it was currently a shared room for you and himeko. "you want to stay by my side tonight?" you nodded sleepily. you get ready for bed, though himeko is mostly helping you as your body is limp from how tired you are. "my tired little star.. look at you." she coos, cupping your cheek just squishing it for a moment.

before you know it, you're carried by himeko once again and your head hits the pillow, luring you into a deep sleep next to your aunt.

kafka... was a busy woman. you knew that, everyone knew that. she was just busy.

but that never meant that she never had time for you.

actually more often than not, she would be taking you around when she can. it was really endearing. blade wasn't amused, but she didn't care. and you didn't care either.

but also kafka's encounters and adventures.. were kind of boring. you were there to at least make it tolerable for her. but then you got bored too. and with being bored came being tired.

tonight was slightly less boring night, it was a meeting though so how less boring could it really be. could you even call it a meeting when they're all playing cards? they were still discussing big kid stuff from what you could hear. you didn't understand much of what they were saying. everyone was sat on the floor with a comfortable mat to sit on. your head rested on kafka's thigh as you zone out from the conversation.

you feel your hair get played with. kafka's free hand threads through your hair gently tugging out knots and scratching your scalp just a little bit. "you can sleep if you want, kid. we're gonna be here for a while." she mutters to you.

it takes you a while to fall asleep but hearing the chatter of blade, kafka, and silver wolf has you feeling tired quick. and you fall asleep.

"do we have a blanket?" kafka asks the others. "blade-y? can you grab one from the kid? you're losing anyways, so might as well." she snickers quietly. he obliges, tossing the blanket to her. she catches it, laying the blanket over you. "maybe get a pillow too?" blade gives her a look.

"no."

"you never think of the child, blade."

"i don't care about the child."

"don't ever talk to me or my kid ever again."

[thehorizonlinex]

Sea Legs

Eric teaches Ariel about his world.

Note: Posted this on AO3 a few days ago but forgot to here. A little scene I made up in my head, the first night of Ariel and Eric’s first voyage. Can’t get these two out of my head and am considering starting a short multi-chapter AU fic of them, let me know if you’d be interested!

Still new at this writing stuff so would love any feedback and comments!

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The sky exploded with light as the ship’s crew continued to set off fireworks, booming and dazzling against the darkness. The festivities had been going on for nearly an hour, fiddles providing joyous melodies while sailors danced the night away.

Ariel snuggled closer to Eric on the steps, her gaze still focused on the brilliant colors illuminating the sky. They’d danced for almost the whole hour, her new husband teaching her the steps of the many jigs and dances.

“Have you ever seen fireworks before?” Eric shrugged his jacket off his shoulders, placing it delicately around hers.

“Once,” a smile crept onto Ariel’s face at the memory. “When we first met.”

“Oh?”

Ariel giggled. “The night of the shipwreck.”

Eric took a moment to think. “Oh, right before, you mean. My twenty-first birthday.”

He paused again. “Wait…how did you…”

Ariel felt the blush rising in her cheeks, looking down nervously at her lap and picking at a loose thread on her dress.

“I heard you talking to Grimsby,” she explained, her voice barely above a whisper. “I saw the fireworks, and I followed the ship. And I heard you talking. I saw the crew dancing, it was the first time I’d ever seen anything like that.”

She felt his finger touch the underside of her chin, lifting it gently so their eyes met.

“And that’s how you were there to save me.”

“Yes.”

“I had no idea.”

Ariel shrugged, turning her head once again to look out at the dancing crew. It was a miracle they hadn’t all worn out their feet by now.

“You seemed so happy, singing and dancing with all of them. I saw it tonight, too. You’re happiest when you’re on the ship.”

Eric chuckled, his eyes following hers. The crew had gotten ahold of Grimsby, the old man somehow convinced to sway along to the music with Max by his side.

“I hope you like it here,” he said. “I know ship life isn’t for everyone, but whatever’s out there - I want to find it with you.”

“I do like it here,” Ariel said. She turned back to meet his gaze, eyes twinkling in the light. “Though, there is something you could help me with.”

“Anything.”

“What’s a starboard?”

Eric raised a brow. “Come again?”

“The crew, they keep saying starboard. Starboard side, starboard sails…”

“Oh,” Eric laughed, brushing a hand through his dark curls. “It’s right. Port and starboard, that’s what sailors call left and right.”

“Why not just call it left and right?”

Eric paused. “You know…I’m actually not sure. But sailors have lots of words for things no one else calls them by.”

“Like what?”

“Hmm…” Eric took a moment to think, his eyes scanning the ship.

He pointed to the very front of the ship. “The front there, that’s called the bow. And the very back is called the stern.”

“Bow and stern,” Ariel repeated.

“Yeah. Sometimes the stern is called aft, too.”

Ariel nodded.

“The wheel,” Eric pointed out.

“The one I used to kill Ursula.”

“Yes. That’s called the helm.”

Ariel nodded again. “Can I ask one more question?”

Eric drew her closer to him. “You can ask as many questions as you’d like.”

“Why do they call the ship a woman?”

“Oh,” he laughed. “That…it comes from an old sea story. You’d think it’s silly.”

She nudged him. “Tell me.”

“Sailors believe…” he shook his head. “They believe that the king of the seas would be more favorable to girls. So referring to a ship as a ‘she’…well, it’s to appease him.”

Ariel stared at him with wide eyes, before bursting into laughter.

“My father wouldn’t care whether or not the ship was a girl, Eric.”

“Well, yes, I can understand that now.”

“Humans are silly,” Ariel remarked. “But you’re not entirely wrong.”

“No?”

“I do have six sisters. No brothers. So you could say my father does favor girls.”

She straightened up a bit. “Can I practice using the terms?”

Eric tried his best not to smile too hard, at the risk of his new wife potentially mistaking his grin as laughing at her expense. “Of course.”

Ariel pointed to the front of the ship. “The bow.”

She gestured to the back. “Stern. Or aft.”

She pointed left, then right. “Port and starboard.”

The wheel was last. “The helm.”

She took a breath, her brows knitted in deep focus. “I used the helm to turn the ship port side so the bow of the ship drove into Ursula.”

She looked up at him again. “Was that right?”

Eric couldn’t help the beaming grin on his face as he reached in for a soft kiss.

“Perfect. You’re a natural-born sailor.”

He didn’t miss her giggle before the corners of his lips lifted into a slight smirk.

“You were wrong about something though.”

She looked into his eyes, warm brown meeting ocean blue.

“What was it?”

“I’m the happiest when I’m with you.”

[fire-hashira]

Where the wind blow Tot musica

days went darker, the harassment got worse, the lies became more and more bullshit, r/n had the brothers wrapped around her finger and was dedicated to ruining mc's image, yet everyone else saw right through, mc was fine with it, till it slowly got more downhill, weeks and weeks of being pushed aside for the family they sacrificed so much for, mc was starting to lose it, yes they had Diavolo, Barbatos, Thirteen, Simeon, Luke, and Solomon, but the demons they considered family?? the brothers?? it was hurting them, they were used to being abandoned, but to be replaced, treated like a family therapist only to be thrown aside, mc was sick and tired of it all

Soon, their birthday comes around, and Diavolo arranges a ball just for mc, which was slowly ruined by the brother's antics, and them trying to make it about r/n, who enjoys the attention and smirks at mc. mc was tired of it, all of it, the bullying, the lies, the unfair treatment, what did they do to deserve such treatment, mc was a good friend, they listened, they helped, they put the brothers before themselves again, and again, Diavolo even pointed it it out but nothing works, bless his heart, mc told him that they would deal with it, which is exactly what they're about to do, mc had the perfect song for tonight.

walking to the center of the stage they used her devil fruit powers to bring out three magical song sheets and activate they most powerful one, as the music suddenly played around the room, the room slowly goes dark, and an evil smirk came to show as they begin their song of ruin, taking a deep breath as they laughed in a unhinged manner before singing.

"ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᚲ ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛒᚱᚨᚲ" ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᚲ ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛒᚱᚨᚲ Wandering heart, clouds above Rain begins to fall down My bitter tears flowing out, they never dry up I let the words of a curse be my deliverance ᛗᛁᛖ ᚾᛖᚷ ᛟᚾ ᚷᛁᛖᚲ ᚷᛁᛖᚲ ᚾᚨᚺ ᛈᚺᚨᛋ ᛏᛖᛉᛉᛖ ᛚᚨᚺ These ancient words like a hymn of reclamation Not even death will escape them"

As mc continued to sing, the atmosphere changed more and more, the anger in her voice creating an air of tension and guilt as Diavolo glared at the brothers, yelling at them for what they have done and look how far they've pushed mc, as they sing the ground shakes and cracks, as claws slowly began to tear the ground apart, mc smirked as a monster came from the ground, awakened by her song, ready to cause chaos, a bubble being created as it pushed Diavolo, Simeon, Luke, Solomon and Thirteen away, only leaving the brothers and r/n with mc, as they continued singing, the monster flew around, making them see through mc's memories, as the monster was controlled by mc, and they wanted the brothers to see everything r/n had done weather they like it or not

"How to center these troubled thoughts? I pray Can the future bring calm to the sea? I beg"

The bubble began to crack, as mc's anger was proving to be too strong, tot musica creating piano key like monsters to replay the insults they've suffered, mc smirked as they demonic spells were no use, their demon forms not intimidating, it was all coming together as they laughed, watching the brothers and r/n listen to their own words and r/n's lies, it was the perfect birthday gift, mc watched for hours as they were almost driven to madness, their own words replayed again and again, as Mc sang as the bubble continued to crack, slowly laughing as they contained to sing

"happy birthday to me"

[moonisthedoor]

ok here's the deal. i post this on here and then maybe i'll crosspost it to ao3 but this was actually originally posted on ao3 in 2022 i just deleted it after like 12 hours for no reason. but anyway

rated T for swearing, No Entities AU wth questionable timeline, GerryMichael <3

The bag hits the floor with a dull thump, and Gerry briefly considers joining it there before thinking better of it. With a heavy sigh, he closes a door behind himself and just stands in the hallway for a moment, his eyes half-closed. God, he’s a mess.

He takes off his headphones first; they’re big and thick-padded, chosen specifically to block out as much sound as possible even when he’s not playing music because otherwise public transport would be impossible to bear. Right now, though, in the quiet of his own apartment, they feel too obstructive and heavy on his head. 

The next thing he does is take the elastic out of his hair, hissing quietly as the pressure on his scalp lets up. He put it in a tight bun when leaving work so there’s less chance of it getting stuck somewhere – there were incidents – and he’s pretty sure that before that he’s been wearing it in a ponytail since probably lunch, so. Not good. Better now, but he knows it’ll take a bit for the headache to subside.

He lets out a quiet string of curses as he leans down to unlace his boots; he found that for some reason swearing helps with the stress and the various aches in his body and since there’s no one around, he doesn’t feel embarrassed about whispering “fucking hell” to himself at a particularly stubborn knot.

Well, almost no one.

“Rough day?” Michael asks softly, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Gerry finally manages to take his boots off and straightens up to look at his wonderful and very pretty boyfriend who works a normal 9-to-5 job and has probably been waiting for him for…

“What time is it?” he asks and cringes at the way his voice sounds.

“Half past eight.”

“Shit.” For the millionth time in his life, Gerry seriously contemplates quitting. 

Michael winces in sympathy and takes a step closer.

“You want a hug?” he asks, opening his arms. Gerry falls into him instead of answering, still in his coat, burying his face in Michael’s shoulder. Michael pets his hair softly. “Let me guess: Elias was a bitch again?”

“Mhmm.”

“And then one of the statement givers said something that reminded you of another bad memory and you were already not feeling great?”

“Eurgh.��

“And you didn’t mean to be so passive aggressive to them because it’s not their fault and now you feel bad but also fuck them all and at least it’s Friday today so you don’t have to go back to work tomorrow?”

“You know me so well,” Gerry sighs into Michael’s shirt. He feels his smile even without looking up.

“Come on,” Michael says, gently coaxing him back up. “Take your coat off and then we can eat and you can bitch about work.”

“Mm. We have food?”

“I made pasta.”

“I love you,” Gerry says, putting his coat on the coat hanger. “There’s ice cream in the bag.”

“Oh?” Michael perks up. “Did you –”

“Yes, I got mint chocolate for you. Though I still think it tastes like toothpaste.”

“Maybe you should stop eating toothpaste then, dear,” Michael sing-songs, picking up the bag and waltzing back into the kitchen.

“Fuck you,” Gerry calls after him but he’s smiling as he heads into the bedroom.

He changes quickly; briefly considers keeping his binder on but by this point he knows pain would bother him more than anything else tonight. He usually wears oversized clothes at home anyways – and besides, it’s only him and Michael here. It’s alright.

There’s a bowl of pasta on the table in the living room when Gerry returns, and Michael’s already cross-legged on the couch with another one in his lap, flipping through the channels on TV. It’s so domestic Gerry has to stop and take in the sight for a moment. 

Something inside of him aches – but it’s a good ache.

“What’s the matter?” Michael asks, looking away from the TV. Gerry shakes his head:

“Nothing. Just… admiring the view.”

He’ll never get tired of seeing Michael blush.

“Oh, shush, you. Get over here and eat before the food gets cold.”

Gerry finishes his pasta surprisingly quickly; honestly, he hadn’t even thought he was that hungry but then again, the last time he ate was lunch and that was six hours ago. This is his third meal of the day, though, so Gerry mentally counts it as a win.

“More?” Michael asks when he sets his now-empty bowl back down.

“Maybe later,” Gerry says. He waits until Michael finishes his own food and then, with both bowls safely on the table, flops down into Michael’s lap face-first. Michael giggles, startled.

“I need to wash the dishes,” he says. “And we still have the ice cream.”

“Later,” Gerry repeats, turning on his side so he can see the TV better. Michael laughs again but doesn’t protest, his hands moving to slowly card through Gerry’s hair. 

“Okay?” he asks.

In two days, Gerry thinks, he’ll have to go back to work, and suffer through annoying statement givers again, and try his best not to strangle Elias. But there’s a weekend ahead of him, a whole forty-eight hours when he has full right not to do anything except hold his boyfriend close and watch mediocre shows on Netflix and order takeout. 

And maybe all of his problems won’t magically go away by Monday even if he desperately wishes they would. But it’ll still be enough to get him through another week.

“‘s perfect,” he mumbles, looking up at Michael and smiling.

Michael beams back. 

Yeah. It’s enough.

[misteria247]

If there was one thing Malon loved more than her beloved husband, it was the song her mother had sung to her. Ever since she was a little girl, Malon would sing it, the beloved lullaby that she held close to her heart. Epona's Song was what she'd dubbed it when she'd noticed that the skittish horse Epona adored it. And sang it she did, so much so that she'd ended up attracting her husband's attention when they'd been young. Teaching him that beloved tune which he carried close to him as well.

Yes that beloved lullaby was Malon's greatest treasure. One that she'd dreamed of sharing with her children one day, especially since her husband, Time could sing it with her. It was a dream that she kept close to her heart. But dreams are never as good as reality. Not even close she'd come to discover one sunny afternoon. Lon Lon Ranch was bright that day. The boys were all doing their duties that Time had assigned them, the sounds of their talk and laughter joining the usual sounds of the horses and the fairies. Malon was by the clothesline, hanging one of her beloved's shirts up when she heard something. It was hard to make out at first, but soon she began to make out the sound. It was a melody, a soothing one, being played with some grass by the sounds of it. But that's not what made her pause. It was the familiarity of it. One that she'd know anywhere.

Epona's Song.

Malon about dropped the shirt in her shock before hanging it up and with a quick pick up of her long skirt, went jogging towards the beloved melody. It didn't take her long to find the source. By the horse pen, leaning against the wooden fence was her and Time's descendant. The hero of twilight had his eyes closed, a piece of horse grass in between his hands as he played the song. His horse Epona was nearby along with her own much older horse that her and her husband shared. The two horses were listening, chipper whinnys coming from them. Twilight's face just seemed to get a small smile on it as he continued to play, unaware of Malon's presence.

The farm girl listened, her eyes getting slightly misty with an overwhelming amount of emotion. She'd dreamed of this, dreamed of her mother's beloved tune being passed down to her and her husband's future children. But dreaming about it and actually seeing it being a reality........it just made her want to go to the young man and squeeze him tightly.

"Who taught you that song Twi?"

Malon questioned accidentally startling him. Twilight looked over at her, the woman who was his ancestor and answered almost shyly.

"My father I think. It's a bit fuzzy, the memories of him, but I remember that he taught me it."

Malon had to swallow the lump in her throat. She and Time had done it. They'd at some point in their future had ensured that their memory, that their most special treasure would forever live on and thrive. And by Hylia did it make her heart swell up with overflowing joy and happiness.

"I see. Ya know, that tune was originally my mother's."

The older woman chimed in, noticing Twilight's gaze sparking with curiosity and interest.

"Oh??"

He mused, making Malon smile.

"Yes, in fact I can tell ya more if you'd like?"

Malon didn't have to ask twice before Twilight after bidding the horses a quick farewell practically glided to her. His entire being bursting with barely concealed excitement. It reminded her so much of Time that she couldn't help but giggle fondly. That was how the rest of her afternoon was spent. Her boy sticking to her side and helping her with the laundry as she told him everything she knew about the tune. As well as answering his questions when he'd become brave enough to ask them. And it was how Time had found them when he came to get them, his chest growing tight with a wave of love and affection as he watched his entire world interact with their future boy. Malon caught sight of Time, her heart filled with adoration for the man who was her most precious treasure, and couldn't help but think that she was without a doubt the luckiest woman in the world. Especially when she and her fairy boy would have this amazing boy to carry on their legacy.

[wheelerpilled]

OK IM SO EXCITED FOR 5x01 OPENING, I feel like it's been brushed over, like I've seen people excited that we get a 1983 flashback but I NEED to see people's theories on the further implications of this!!

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Every opening scene in stranger things gives us information for a 'hook' for the season, which is why I really want to know about season 5 because it's just odd:

Season 1: something mysterious kills the scientist, leading us to wonder whats going on.

Season 2: we learn there are others like 11, and that Kali exists/escaped aswell, it's important.

Season 3: introduction of the Russian arc, and the attempted opening of the gate

Season 4: we learn about the Hawkins lab massacre and Elevens 'role' in it- revealing new backstory

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Basically it's ALWAYS new information, so they wouldn't just be showing Will in the upside down and leaving it at that, because that brings nothing that we didn't already know to the table.

My point is that every one of these things is the hook for an arc within the season, we know the opening is Will in the upside down, but we don't know WHY. it has to be more than just a callback, they wouldn't waste the opening scene on something that doesn't add anything to plot, So I think this means we are finally going to get to know more of Will in the upside down (Ive read the comic but I mean what happens in the show, because I consider the stuff in the show more 'canon' and the comics are just a side thing)

we are finally going to LEARN more about his connection to the upside down, I think it'll probably confirm the theory that vecna was responsible for his kidnapping and not a demogorgan like the characters in the show assume.

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Wills case is so different to the others who got killed in the upside down almost immediately and I do NOT believe it's simply because he's 'good at hiding'- like come on....those interdimensional creatures would beat his ass 💀

Also yes I 100% a demogorgan would NOT have slowly unlocked that shed door it would've ripped it apart to get inside let's bfr...something else did I and took Will 😭

I believe something had to have had sentience (probably vecna?) And doesn't kill him immediately, considering his further use, so it just leaves him alone for a WEEK?

I think he was purposely left alone, especially because we know he was singing in the upside down which would probably attract something towards the noise, Vecna definitely would've known because he can sense things through the vines and Will definitely wouldn't have known that

Even when Wills caught, he's not killed, he's taken elsewhere and is still alive, just unconscious? This is weird to me, a demogorgan wouldn't of done that, all depictions (apart from dart as a demodog) of demogorgans are shown to be immediately aggressive and attack unless locked in on a different subject (like in the S2 tunnels when the demodogs ignored them to run to the gate)

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I definitely believe it was vecna, maybe making some sort of prototype for his plan to kill 4 people in season 4? I don't know, it's been awhile since I've scene S1 but I remember him kinda being like trapped vertically up in the vines with one in his mouth? I think there was definitely a plan vecna was trying to execute but it was foiled by Joyce and Hopper rescuing Will.

we know it's a hivemind, and that Will can feel the mindflayers presence, but at the end of season 4 he also states he can feel vecna hurting, which is weird because it's not like he could feel every individual in the hiveminds memories, he didn't feel the presence of every demogorgans current state and whatnot, only what the mindflayer felt, it's probably just because the mindflayer is also hurting because vecna is and he can sense that, but I thought Vecna would be smarter than to align himself into the hive Mind knowing it makes him more vulnerable, he can control them, but he isn't PART of them imo, because then if the mindflayer goes down so does he, and his 'underlings' would damage him whenever they're hurt, so I just don't think he'd do it, but Will can somehow still know how vecna feels, so I think he has some other connection to Vecna that'll be revealed in the opening scene...uh yeah sorry for rambling its dumb and I am NOT a good theorist

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I just want to know people's thoughts on what they think will be revealed in the opening, because I think it'll be that vecna kidnapped him, or something that reveals their connection, it'll be cool though!!!

Sorry this post has like no grammatical structures and its UNNECESSARILY LONG + probably annoying to read thanks for sticking with me 😭💗

[mirabai0821]

Movement

Pairings: Halsin x Teifling F!Tav Tags: NSFT, PIV sex, Smut Summary: When you move / I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be When you move / I could never define all that you are to me Or Halsin gets ridden to within micrometers of his very life while Hozier sings "Movement" in the background.

A/N: I feel like if I'm gonna grouse about people being Not Normal on here I should at least contribute to a return to normalcy by posting smut.

She moves.

Grinds down on his cock, drawing him in, taking him within herself, making them as close as two souls could be. Separate but whole. As heavenly as she feels above him, as much as he wants to tilt his head back with a sigh escaping his parted lips, he cannot bring himself to look away. He watches as their hips meet flush.

Her firelight eyes flicker and her tail twitches as they join, wrapping possessively around his thigh. He cants his hips up and he’s rewarded with a moan strangled by a bitten lip but she stops him with gentle hands on his waist.

“Let me, darling mine.”

Then she moves.

Her velveteen walls flutter around him as she draws circles against him with her hips and this time he cannot fight the way his head tilts back in the grass.

“Oak Father preserve…” He bites out to her giggles.

“No, my love. You pray to me.”

Strong thighs flex and she rises above him before crashing back down, Halsin twitches violently nearly ended in that one powerful stroke. Even if that didn’t make her point abundantly clear, the movement is enough to blot out all but her name from his memory as it spills from his mouth in proffered prayers.

She braces her hands against his strong chest and rises again, then falls.

Then rises, then falls.

Halsin’s mind is wiped and his insides scraped clean out where she builds a home right next to his heart. His hands on her hips do not guide, they can only hold on for dear, sweet life as she moves above him.

He begins to shake, like a willow in winter winds as the knot of fire in his gut grows and grows into a roaring inferno.

“Please,” he begs.

She leans all the way forward to snatch a kiss from him as her ass rises almost expelling him fully from her before, yet again she comes crashing back down like a crested wave returning to earth.

“Yes,” she gasps.

And he is moved.

[mogekoakiko]

Heh, yes, to take a break from drawing (one day, I will finish all the doodles on this fandom, but not in this life lol) I drew my OC to Mine

@minevn

(Her backstory and relationship to the characters. Sorry for any mistakes. Warning: child abuse and themes of depression(?))

Came to Japan when she was still a child, when her parents moved to Japan from Russia. As a child, she was a quiet and shy child. During her school years, her parents demanded excellent grades from her, but despite great efforts, it did not work out (she was able to overtake Haruto, but not Kei). Mistakes and mistakes were accompanied by physical punishment, which she tried not to tell Haruto, Jun, Kage or Aki about. Numerous comparisons between her and Kei (her parents knew who she was in class with and who was in what position in their studies) and violence due to the fact that she could not overtake him led to hatred towards Kei. When Kei grades deteriorated, she quickly took his place and the family became loyal to her (as an adult, they began to argue that she was not looking for a husband). As an adult, I wanted to go to Kultorog of Russia, but due to lack of money I went to work. Despite her grades, she is unable to find a good job other than her family's restaurant, where she works until she finds another job or money for school. In his spare time, he enjoys reading, drawing, playing the DiZi flute, singing a little, and mostly playing games.

She has a calm and pessimistic character until it comes to your favorite games (get ready for the fact that she calls up ALL the lore of all games, about all the characters and all the most popular theories about them) or about things that interest her, she tries to hide her depression and short temper. There is a tendency to keep negativity inside until it breaks through. Height: 170 cm Birthday: 22.11 Likes: her hobbies, good and calm people, music, delicious food, nature (except some bugs), swimming in water, cute things, cook and does it well (If a person is dear to her, then she is ready to cook for him from time to time) Dislikes: noise, dirt, spicy food, being bullied or irritated, too much temperature changes. Family: Mother, Father, older sister (remained in Russia in early childhood) Corporate color: blue-violet. Additionally: her appearance changed almost immediately when she moved out from her parents (they get angry), she loves hugs madly (can hug for hours), due to the disease, she often feels dizzy, weak and drowsy. Due to memory problems, she sometimes finds himself in situations where he cannot remember the name of a person (even an acquaintance), which is why he often takes notes in phone.

Minato: I met him through work, although there was no way to find out his name. Values him as a good friend, although at first he was tense because of his height. Loves his grandparents.

Haruto: became friends at an early age when their mothers brought them to each other. Since then they were inseparable, Haruto protected her from “bad” people, and she supported him in almost everything and tried to help (probably considered her mother to be his mother). Even though she feels a little suffocated by Haruto's constant presence, she still values him very much as a friend and trusts him with almost everything. At some point I thought about applying for a job in his company (even if it was to work as a cleaner)

Jun: We met through Aki. Tried to overcome my shyness and make friends with her. She adores her as a friend and admires her talent, although she is embarrassed when she wears her creations. Tries to support and help in many ways.

Kage: met him through Haruto. At first she was worried that she was somehow scaring him, but then she relaxed, considers him a friend and tries to take care of him (most likely she helped look after him as a child). She tries to be as gentle as possible around him. At some point she worked with him, but he left…

Hoshi: met him when she got a job at Kikuchi's restaurant and it was one of the worst days of her life. His bullying and ridicule plunge her even deeper into the abyss of self-loathing and depression, despite the fact that she tries to convince herself that Hoshi is just an asshole who doesn’t care what he says. The only thing stopping her from hitting him is that she needs a job. If I found out that he was cheated on, I would immediately say that his ex-partner is shit (but he’s not much better either)

Habiki: met him when she got a job at his family's restaurant and it was one of the worst days of her life. His insults also negatively affect her, but she still admires his violin playing and, despite the hatred, is not afraid to say so. (adores his mother, considers she a gorgeous woman, but is probably a little embarrassed at the beginning of meeting her)

Aki: I met her in elementary school, most likely it was her initiative. Was her second friend since she met Haruto. She values her as her best friend and misses her when she doesn't see her for a long time. Yani: I met him at work and… I regretted it. She contacted the police several times when she saw him breaking into her apartment, but it was to no avail. After several hundred attempts to drive him away, she gave up and treated him…neutral. Now she's just trying to keep him on a short leash and make sure he doesn't do anything weird. At some point, she may have invited him out to eat when she saw him back in the apartment and tried to find out more about him.

Kei: I didn’t communicate with him during my school years (even almost during the project). The only interaction was when they were partners and when Haruto got angry at Kei (she pulled her friend away and left saying "Sorry"). If she met him as an adult, she wouldn’t recognize him right away, but when she does… she won’t love him. She remembers and knows that it is not Kei fault that her parents are terrible, but over the years she has been taught to consider him an enemy. Trying to love him will cause her dissonance and confusion. However, despite her dislike for him, she tries not to be rude and treat him neutrally, keeping him at a “familiar” distance. Basically, she won't turn to him for help… unless it's a very last resort. (Akiko parents will probably immediately write him down as a potential husband for her (He is serious, rich, smart and treats their daughter well, so why not the best husband?), despite the past. (Although he admits that his eyes are so incredibly beautiful, but I won’t talk about it)

[phoenixyfriend]

Me, explaining Chanters of Tremaris to someone on Discord:

[Beware: spoilers ahead, if you intend to read the books]

Fictional planet, people can cause magic by singing, and the type of magic is generally a cultural/bloodline thing (much like AtLA)

Also a Prophesied One with All the Powers, except there's more than one person who can sing multiple magics, and the other guy is Evil

there's a fucked up city that's held up and kept beautiful and Not Falling Apart by enslaving children to sing it. Protagonists free the children and the city falls apart LITERALLY OMELAS I mean not really, because the Function of the enslaved and neglected children is obvious, and it's not everyone that knows But close enough

Haunting imagery of dead women sealed into a wall of ice out of fear of their illness reaching their sisters

Someone has a brother they didn't know about, and meets in the final book

The only girls allowed on boats are the ones that can sing the wind

(This is possibly just the one really misogynistic pirate ship, but still)

(A choice bit of worldbuilding. Girls are bad luck unless they can chant the wind)

Author did not seem to realize there was Lesbian Potential (boat girl and protagonist)

You get through the entire series and learn that the "lost magic" that nobody can rediscover is LITERACY nobody here can WRITE or READ there are no BOOKS

And you don't notice! As a reader! OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND I GUESS

Also it turns out that this is. Not the original planet. They find The Oldest City and the city is actually a giant spaceship That was used to settle the planet centuries ago Possibly millennia, given that an entire portion of the population, geographically separated from the rest, does not have vocal cords

No we do not know how the fuck the entire human population managed to collectively forget how to write

The worldbuilding starts out very standard fantasy and then spirals wildly out of control

@ioudaleks, helping me out: IT’S SUCH BONKERS WORLDBUILDING AND IT WORKS

ALIENS

THE BIRDS

A GENERATION SHIP

FUCKING GLOBAL ILLITERACY

NOT EVEN THE MERCHANT CLASS

ioudaleks: ICE WALL WITH CORPSES

At this point, the person we were goading to read it (whose tumblr I am unsure of), asked "there's a merchant class with no writing?"

And. Yes. There is.

There is a college with no writing

There is aristocracy with no writing

It makes absolutely NO sense AND YET

ioudaleks: Compelling tho

Innocent bystander we are infodumping at: "ig the song magic makes it work somehow. sing your memory good"

Oh, not at all

Not everyone can magic

Fire magic has been almost completely forgotten because it was outlawed

And the country that now has zero magic is the one with a college

One of the college students invents a bicycle and then helps them become fugitives by blowing up his own workshop as a distraction

There's a really annoying romance, but it's Standard for the genre and year of writing (16-17yo girl and a guy in his late 20s/early 30s)

And the impossible city with the enslaved kids has some uh. Very Hapsburg-esque romances.

ANYWAY the people who don't have vocal cords DO have magic dancing

ioudaleks: One whole system is overtone singing and supposedly only men can do it because of something something vocal cords. Only women sing the ice magic.

The magic to charm "beasts" is said to be lost but it turns out that the ice priestesses have kept it up as an oral tradition The songs we sing for the bees aren't magic! They just Like It 😃

I would encourage most people to read it just for that absolute bonkers ramping up into insanity

There is a Magic Trumpet It is very small A clarion You can use it to make fire

The bicycle arsonist found it and gave it to the sailor girl

@ihaveatypeanditstrickstergods: Wait, was the last thing writing in general or just musical notation?

And I'm so sorry to confirm that uh

It was. All writing

You think it's just musical notation but then they Figure Out Syllables

(I reread them a few years ago and have a whole unhinged rant about the trilogy, in that same server, in February 2020)

The series has a very solid, long-term hold on my hindbrain.

Have I ever treated it as a fandom? No. Has it doubtlessly affected me as a person and a writer? Yes

[jungle-angel]

The First Cozy Christmas (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: It's been a day and Calvin can't wait to get home to you and your baby

Warnings: Mentions of birth, religion etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

"Now it's important to remember that with certain elements, they are often ductile which means they can be run through wires" Calvin explained to his students who were all seated at the lab counters. "Cobalt in this case, is a ductile substance but it is also malleable. Now malleable substances do what?"

Only one brave student dared to raise their hand. "They can be reshaped?"

"You would be right Cindy," Calvin pointed out. "I'm not gonna bother you guys much with the chemical makeup of it all, we will of course be going over the fine details, but as of right now we really need to explore the technical and practical side. Memorizing formulas and makeup will only do so much until you actually start to work with it."

He looked at the wall clock, hoping that time had gone by just a little faster, but to Calvin's dismay, it was only 8:50 in the morning and class had started at 8:30. No amount of coffee was going to get him through the long day ahead.

Calvin went around helping each of his students with their lab work, making sure none of them burned themselves in the process. All the while he listened in case someone should come knocking at the door, hoping he could give the next impudent little admin a tongue lashing.

He opened the windows after the heat from the bunsen burners had cranked up the temperature just a little. The cold air felt much better on his face and neck, even as a few snowflakes blew in from outside.

At last the class was dismissed around 9:30 and Calvin could step outside to get some air. He headed back to the cafeteria to meet up with Dr. Powers, now fresh from a lecture, the both of them hoping to catch a break. The cafeteria had always been a favorite place of theirs, more so when Calvin had met you and introduced you to Anthony your first year teaching at the university. The place had been neatly decorated for Christmas, with all the pine garlands around the windows and shelves, a bulletin board full of Christmas cards for the staff as well as flyers and pamphlets for various charities, the smells of the hot meals coming from the kitchens along with the strong smell of peppermint mocha coffee.

"What a morning," Powers groaned. "I almost had a student burn their eyebrows off in the lab this morning."

"You're lucky," Calvin chuckled.

"Says the man who's student made a military grade stinkbomb on Halloween night," Powers joked.

"Lest ye forget, said stinkbomb got us a ten million dollar grant for the college," Calvin reminded him.

Dr. Powers rolled his eyes. "That's not even the half of it either," Powers groaned. "You know that new professor? The one who teaches biology? I think his name is Beecham?"

"Baker," Calvin corrected.

"Yes, him," Dr. Powers continued. "Struts into the lab like he's the cat's ass and starts heckling the students."

"Sound like someone we knew?" Calvin asked, finishing off the rest of his breakfast.

"Probably took over after the little gimp got fired," Powers said, taking a sip of his coffee. "You watch, he'll say the wrong thing and end up getting burned for it the same way D'Nadi did."

Calvin rolled his eyes at the memory of Raymond D'Nadi, the detestable little senior professor who Calvin had encountered more times than not. "You remember the day that Murray sent him walking?" Calvin chuckled.

"Cal that's like asking if the Titanic remembers the iceberg," Powers answered.

Calvin laughed. "I remember Boz's students singing that damn song on his way out."

"Oh God and Professor Broussard's students," Powers chuckled. "Broussard's in the art history department and even he couldn't stand him."

The two of them laughed at the memory, finishing their food and their coffee before their next classes began. At last, the morning seemed to be going by a little bit faster and since the college president had ordered all classes to be done by 12:30 at the latest, it had Calvin wide awake and eager to get home to you. Finally, it was that hour, just in the nick of time as they completed their experiments.

"Alright, everybody clean up your stuff and make sure your lab coats go in the laundry bin outside," Calvin told his students. "We'll pick this up again in four weeks so make sure you keep your brains sharp and your studies up."

The students all bid him farewell, everyone wishing each other a Merry Christmas as they headed out the door. Calvin excitedly dumped his lab coat in the bucket outside the door, relieved that at long last the day was over.

"What'er ye doin in these halls lad? I thought ye'd be goin home?" chuckled a familiar voice.

"Same can be said of you Padre," Calvin chuckled. "How are you?"

"Eh, could be better, but could be worse," Father McDowell said a little ruefully. "Bleedin knee's not lookin much better."

Calvin made a face. He felt terrible that Father McDowell hadn't been feeling well with his bad knee, the poor priest now walking with a cane to keep steady, but in winter weather it had become a little worse for wear. "Anything they can do?"

"Well, Helen asked the surgeon when we went but ain't much they can do," he sighed. "Jaysus be praised, I didn't have to kick anyone in the arse this afternoon."

Calvin laughed as he gathered up his things and threw on his coat. "You want a ride home?" he asked.

"I'd appreciate that immensely boyo," he said. "Rode all the way down here with hardly a way back."

The two of them stopped by the nursing hall where Winnie Daly, one of the nursing students, handed off Six-Thirty to Calvin. All three of them headed out to the parking lot and loaded up in the car, heading for home down the snow covered streets.

"So I heard a detestable little gobshite's been fired eh?" Father McDowell asked him.

"Oh you heard?" Calvin laughed.

"Heard?" Father McDowell said. "He was screechin down the hall like a lady! I stuck me head out the door and threatened to put me boot up his arse if he disturbed the lecture."

Calvin laughed. In all the years that his family had know Father McDowell, he still couldn't get over the fact that the good father had no filter whatsoever.

It was only a short drive through the snow, but Calvin had safely pulled up the little driveway outside of the rectory near the church where Frank and Helen McDowell had lived since coming to the states. He had very fond memories of the place, growing up with the McDowell kids and causing all manner of havoc both in and outside of school.

"Thank ye boyo," Father McDowell said. "Will I be seein ye and (y/n) at Christmas service next week?"

"First thing in the morning," Calvin answered. "Figured it's better than going at midnight."

"Ah, I'd never ask that of ye," Father McDowell told him. "And let me know what the plan is for Ellen and we'll work with it."

"Not a problem Padre," Calvin said. "We'll see you then."

As soon as Father McDowell had gone through the front door, Calvin headed for home with Six-Thirty still in the back. He switched on the radio, content and happy as Frank Sinatra's voice began to fill the car. Finally, the house came into view, the pretty little Christmas lights already strung up, courtesy of Cal's father, Henry.

Calvin entered the house and shut the door behind him quickly to keep out the cold and heavy snow, hanging his coat and scarf up on the hooks near the door. Six-Thirty barked when he saw you in the dining room, walking about with Baby Ellen all snug in her pink blankie and her warm little hat.

"Welcome home Daddy," you chirped in your little sing-song voice.

Calvin took you right in his arms and pressed a searing kiss to your lips. "How's my queen and my princess?"

"Wonderful," you answered. "She's just a little fussy from waking up and your mother is downstairs in the basement finishing the last load of laundry."

Cal felt immense relief when you told him. You and Ellen had only been home for a few days and all the while, he had worried about what would or wouldn't get done around the house. Thank God his parents lived next door and could help.

You very carefully placed Ellen in his arms before going into the living room to turn on the Christmas tree. Calvin smiled as the tiny white lights lit up the room and the fire crackled in the fireplace. This time of the year was always so special to you both, made even more special by the fact that Ellen had arrived just in time for it.

"Well there you are Cal," Patricia happily remarked. "Didn't think you'd be home this early."

"President of the college ordered closings for noon since it's the week before Christmas," Cal explained. "Glad to be home though."

"I'll say," Patricia said, seating herself on the living room sofa to fold the clean laundry in the basket. "Wouldn't wanna be driving in this weather."

Cal yawned and took the spot next to his mother while you were in the kitchen, the smell of dinner wafting into the living room. As soon as Patricia had gone back downstairs, Calvin laid right down with Ellen on top of him, protectively holding her as they both began to fall asleep. Six-Thirty had taken up his post next to the coffee table just in case Ellen should wake up and in no time at all, all three of them were in such deep sleep that they would have barely noticed the house settling.

As soon as dinner had been taken out of the oven, you poked your head into the living room to find your husband, daughter and Six-Thirty all asleep. You took the wool blanket off the back of the chair near the fireplace and threw it over Cal and Ellen before covering Six-Thirty with his own. You couldn't resist taking a little polaroid photo for the scrapbook that Patricia was working on, slipping it into your purse to keep it with you always.

[snalz-artt]

forgot to post this doodle SAY HELLO to the shittiest bbc ghosts/mcyt au ever conceived, thankyou @/luigra for helping hehe

i have A LOT to say so its going under the cut this is soso silly

basic bbc ghosts plot: A young woman inherits a huge mansion estate in england from a dubious familial connection and moves in with her husband. They plan to renovate the manor and guesthouses to make into a hotel/venue, but when she falls out a window and almost dies, she comes back to life with the ability to See Ghosts. With the house being very historic, there are quite a few interesting characters (the falling out the window thing might be their fault, actually). Hijinks ensue.

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CLEO: Cleo is the Allison of the story, she inherits the house and falls out the window, now.. undead(?) they can see and interact with the cast of Ghosts they’re now stuck with. Making ZombieCleo one of the Alive characters was too funny, sorry.

SCOTT: Scott is Mike!! Cleo’s best friend/partner/chosen soulmate (like in double life), he Cannot see the ghosts but completely trusts they exist.

They get up to various antics as they try to renovate and market the place, usually while being hindered or helped by the ghosts. I haven’t thought of a good pun on the name Button House yet though..

The ghosts are not all from any specific series, but a selection of ghosts/dead characters from multiple mcyt sources ^^

JOE: Joseph Hills takes the role of Thomas Thorne. He is a dramatic regency era poet who mostly follows Cleo around, trying to impress her with his… unique poetry, that was considered before his time. Their ghost theming comes from Beetlejhost of course.

RANBOO: Ronald Booth is Pat, a 1980’s Scout Leader. To be honest, this is just because Ranboo is very associated with the 80’s aesthetic and can fit the silly yes-man subordinate role, and of course was a ghost on the dsmp (Boo).

BDUBS: Bdubs is Robin!! A caveman who lived on the land well before the house was built. He’s seen it all, which fits Bdubs’ storyteller theme!! This is also just a fun visual choice because instead of wearing animal furs he gets to wear a big mossy coat. He also talks in a quite a unique and funny way which could replace how Robin talks like. Yknow, a Caveman. There was also a tiny bit in.. last life? Where bdubs was a ghost? (We were running out of ghosts at this point.)

SLIME: Charles Slime is Humphrey Bone, a headless tudor nobleman!!! Slime has a pretty constant track record of dying dramatically in mcyt (dsmp, epic smp, slimecicle cinematic universe) hence getting to be a ghost here. He has a lot of comedy that i think fits pretty well with being a ghost and with the visual humour of having your body separate to your head <3

FLIPPA: Juanaflippa as Jemima!!! I had to get one of the Eggs in here, even if i dont know much about qsmp at this point its just too perfect for one of them to be Jemima, since we have Charlie why not have Juanaflippa ^^ This can fit the common bbc ghosts fanon of Humphrey being found family for Jemima, with Charlie and Flippa’s father-daughter relationship. Creepy little singing ghost girl!!!

QUACKITY/MEXICAN DREAM: Yeah ok we were really running out of mcyt ghosts at this point, if you dont know anything about the dsmp you would probably think im making this up- uh, quackity plays him, he died and became a very prominent dsmp ghost. He takes the role of Julian as a 90’s politician character (like quackity/md in el rapids etc) here. I GUESS.

GHOSTBUR: Im pretty sure that while alive Kitty didnt blow up a country or whatever but the innocent and kind character of ghostbur fits the role of Kitty pretty well, with both having poor/inaccurate memories of their lives and being very sweet. A georgian noblewoman! Instead of Kitty he’d be called Willy or something. That way one of the ghosts can still have an innuendo name. Thats important.

JIMMY: Jimmy (James) as Mary. A stuart era peasant who got burned in the witch trials. He could still have the power to make people smell smoke, i think it fits the canary thing a bit. AND SPOILERS FOR BBC GHOSTS, Mary being the First Ghost of the main group to get.. sucked away is just too perfect. While never explicitly being a Ghost, Jimmy has such a connection to death that i think im justified.

PIX: Pixie as Fanny!!! He used to own the house many years ago and is now a ghost that really wants it to be perfectly historically preserved. Pix was a ghost in empires s2 and an archeologist who wanted to preserve history of course, so this fits the really proper and old fashioned personality of Fanny pretty well. Also her love of animals fits pix having the ghost cat and the dodos…

SCHLATT: Schlatt as The Captain, a repressed gay ww2 Captain who never actually saw any combat. He can fit the leader role that the Captain does, especially the fact that he just assumes himself the leader, and the others kind of don't take him seriously. Schlatt was a ghost, Glatt, on the dsmp! He will be a bit less.. nice? Than the bbc ghosts captain, but could still have a good bit of development.

bonus convex as the plague ghosts, vex are kind of ghosty, right?

[savebylou]

Good morning,

So, so happy for you and all of those who attended. Watching online was also breathtaking. The band was so good. Louis was wonderful and in his feels. The crowd looked so joyful. Dancing, singing, smiling, crying - so totally in the moment. Beautiful to watch Louis loving Mexico and Mexico loving Louis.

Weather wise it seemed like a nice evening. Yes? How were the openers? What are some of your top moments? What lyric got to you? Gave you chills? Made you think/say "Oh my"? Could you see the screens? What tattoo made you think "Oh this is real"?

Wishing you a wonderful Sunday, Funday, glad it is not Monday as you dance in the memories. Take care. W

Hi W!!Thanks for sharing your perspective 😭🤧🤧🤧😭. I love this quote you said "Beautiful to watch Louis loving Mexico and Mexico loving Louis." So true. I think is more easy for me to answer your questions right now that doing a recap so thank you for this:

Weather wise it seemed like a nice evening. Yes? Ok so it was nice until like 7-8 that the started to look a lot of clouds on top of us and they started to souns like a warning. I was worried but suddenly (Louis the Sun doing his magic) there was no cloud and the sky look clear again. It wasn't cold it was fresh I didn't wear a sweater, probably why Louis choose that perfect outfit.

How were the openers? Omg Giant Rooks were so freaking good. Is a shame that not a lot of people were there when they open (they were the first and play it at 7) and not a lot of people know them, but I hope they gained some fans, they said they will be back. For DMA'S I think they were amazing, I'm still not that familiar with his music, I listened to them before the show and really like them, but I do think the crowd need it more energy sadly they were yelling and clapping at some point but not enough, I hope they still felt some love.

What are some of your top moments? Gosh I think first was the Greatest intro, the screens, the band saying the ohohoh and then the Faith In the Future writing of Louis in the screen I almost lose it right there, I was going to cry I really couldn't believe I was there.

KMM was iconic, and it just felt that Louis was waiting for the traditional iconic fan project created by the fans in Chile. When he says here we go and we all started to doing the lights was magical. And I saw a video for feqw we were so many and look incredible, I can't believe I was part of that.

I mean all the songs had something special, we were so loud in btm, hoth,chicago, night changes, 505, all of them. I love every aecond of each song.

I think being part of the fans projects was something special for me. I always love seeing the fan projects and going from seeing them on livestreams or videos to being part of them in person was so special and the fact that Louis love them make me so happy. There were 3 fan projects the SIBWAWC that for a clip I saw it work 😭🤧 and Louis love it, also the Walls project with the lights of the mexican flag and fan signs that says Mexico Loves You (I don't know if this work out haven't see videoa with the lights). Same for Saturdays it was with white and red lights look really beautiful for the clip I saw.

What lyric got to you? The one of Angels fly "You'll be okay, we can talk tomorrow I'm on my way with some time to borrow" and Saturdays "My heart might be broken But I won't be broken down"

Gave you chills? Made you think/say "Oh my"? Probably Out Of My System Louis and the band were so freaking incredible.

Could you see the screens? The screns is the only thing I could saw ☹️. Before Louis the people in front of me were in an angle where I can saw the stage but then they move and it was only the screens for me sadly. Only saw once Louis silouette.

What tattoo made you think "Oh this is real"? You meam like a moment that make me realize thia ia real? Or a tattoo from Louis? I don't get that question but. If ia the first one besides the greatest intro probably when Louis started speaking. If is the second one uhm I couldn't see a tattoo of him in the screens.

Thank you for your questions W. I hope you have a lovely day.