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libby-for-life · 23 days

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I have an idea what if Adam fell in love with the archangel of death Azrael not Lucifer not Michael instead the odd one out Azrael does not look anything like Lucifer or Michael, and before he died and came back to Eden he never really met him Azrael x Adam

But now when he got killed by nifty and got reincarnated again, and Eden all over again,

Adam was walking around the forest in Eden gain away from Lilith and Lucifer. Then he looked around in the old place. He used to remember getting déjà vu then Adam heard humming he looked around. He walked to the humming he hurt, and there was a man near tree. The tree was a cherry blossom, and the man look like an angel like Michael he was the same height as Michael, but his wings were black for a second. Adam would mistake him as a demon but no, he knows that cloak before and near him was a spear it’s Azrael the archangel of death

Adam stopped in ponder what he should do next he never really talked to Azrael in his past life, but knowing that this is his second chance can do whatever the fuck he wants, and knowing Lucifer took Lilith from him honestly he’s not gonna fight with those fucking bastards can have each other, but if they can have their forbidden love, so can he Adam done, pondering he walked closer to the man

Adam: am Hello ?

Azrael : ua? Human, I didn’t mean to.

Adam: my name is Adam what’s your name you don’t look like who is for Michael? Are you a new angel

Azrael : no well well sure let’s say that I’m Azrael the arcangel of death it’s pleasure to meet you Adam

Adam: the pleasure is all mine Azrael

Oh! I've actually never seen this ship! That's interesting! And has a lot of potential!

Adam cursed as he tripped because of a low-hanging vine. It had been a month. He couldn't believe that he had died and had been reincarnated back into Eden. The worst thing? Lilith was cheating on him right at this moment with that fuck boy Lucifer.

He grumbled and sighed. He supposed it didn't matter. He was prepared for their bullshit this time around and wasn't not going to be betrayed this time around.

Adam stopped moving around when he heard it. Humming. At first, Adam thought it was Lilith or Lucifer and was going to turn around when he really paid attention to the humming. It was different. The voice was a baritone like Lucifer and it wasn't the soprano that was Lilith. It was a soft tenor.

Curious, Adam walked towards the noise. He came across a clearing overlooking a pond. A figure he immediately recognized as an angel made him flinch. God, he looked just like Michael. In fact, he almost thought that it was Micheal until he noticed the wings. A deep ebony that looked soft to the touch.

He also looked stronger than Micheal if such a thing were possible. He had a dark cloak and black hair, and his eyes were closed as he hummed a song he didn't recognize. It hit him like a brick to the face. Azreal! That's who he was!

If Adam was remembering correctly, he was the angel of death. The same angel, under Michael's orders from God, took every firstborn in Egypt during the time of Moses. The children went to Heaven but Adam remembered being horrified to see so many children standing next to a dark-looking angel holding a scythe.

He never tried talking to him, not that he did before, and he actively avoided Azreal after that.

Now? He looked so...peaceful.

Should he talk to him now? This was his second chance at life. He could do whatever the fucl he wanted.

"Hello?"

The angel jumped up, brandishing his scythe and Adam jumped away. Dammit, this angel was more trigger happy then Micheal!

Azreal seemed to realize that Adam was no threat and he stepped back. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Adam watched as the Angel fumbled with his words and looked over him frantically. It was endearing in a way.

"Hey, it's fine. I'm sorry for startling you. Who are you? Look like Micheal but...not?" Adam mentally cringed at his words but he didn't want anyone getting suspicious of his knowledge. He knew WAY more than he should.

"Oh! I'm...Azreal. The Angel of Death." Azreal said, standing up much straighter. Adam smiled. "Adam. A pleasure to meet you."

Azreal blushed a gold color as he saw Adam naked and looked away a bit. Oh, yes. Adam was going to have a lot of fun with this one.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #azreal #adam x azreal

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kingofthe-egirls · 10 months

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Hear me out, y/n and Zoro are working out, and they like train fight together and y/n wins somehow, Zoro gets all grumpy and pouts and y/n says that they will make it up to him, and Zoro being Zoro, gets an idea, and then rest is up to you my dear writer!!

ooooooooooo ok

SPARRING ROOM: ZORO x Y/N

(cw: sword fighting, sweet self indulgent combat descriptions, minor stab wound, etc., sword language, kissing)

(a/n: so i tried to focus less on just the stage directions this time, since i've been wanting to delve more into the narration and what's going on inside reader's head. snakelike imagery as well as a lot of "S" words. sometimes it felt a lil clunky but we made it through lol)

Songs: "Ain't It Fun" by Paramore, "Sexy Villain" by Remi Wolf

words: 1.9k

"That's my girl," Zoro says, strong hand on your back as you finish up your set of push-ups (thirty second reps with fifteen second breaks between). He lets you sit up, stretching out your back.

"Thanks, Zo," you say, pushing up to standing. You take a long drink of water, drips tickling down your chin and onto your sports bra. Zoro clears his throat, and looks away. You smile.

Swordsmen are so noble.

"Wanna fight?"

Zoro scruffs his hand through his hair, pushing up to standing himself. He towers over you, a good several inches. Maybe a full foot. You knock your forehead into his chest. Headbutting is your way of showing affection, kinda like a cat.

He scruffs your hair, too, from where it's pulled back into a messy ponytail. "Sure," he says, and moves over to the side of the crow's nest where his three swords sit against the wall. You watch the ocean way below, swishing and sparkling as it laps against the Sunny.

You bend to pick up your own rapier, the silver filigree wrapping around your hand comfortably in a decorated knuckle guard. The dancing tiger that stalks its way across the sweepings guides you to victory, all the way down to the rapier's gleaming point.

You swipe it through the air, relishing the swiftness and flexibility of your sacred blade. Nightingale. She is a snakelike, hissing thing that speaks to you in whispers as she flies. You pair her with a short blade, held in your other hand with no less care.

Meadowlark.

Swordsmen are always worried about the length of their swords: the bigger the better. Typical. What they don't account for, however, is the deadliness of a shorter blade. The duck and strike, the rattlesnake bite, the venom of your speed strikes straight through their lowered guard. They always overestimate themselves, since your opponents usually have a longer reach than you. But your rapier is not alone.

She bites.

And so do you.

Swordswomen do not play fair.

You grin over at Zoro, who's checking the edges of his blades so as not to cut you. Speaking to them softly, caressing their sides and gripping their handles like a lover. His voice rumbles lowly across the glossy wooden floor, sweetly beckoning the swords to follow him, obey him, let him rule over them as he spars with his friend.

You almost hear them rattling in his hands.

Purring to your own blade, you remind her sharp edges not to bite so dangerously, but not to go too easy on him either. It's a delicate balance, talking to your swords. She whispers back seductively not to worry, that she'll swing with accuracy but not deadly force. She sighs in your hand, shivering as she readies for battle.

"Easy," you murmur to her, and she sings. Meadowlark buzzes in your hand, adding the bass to her soprano. "Ready?" You ask Zoro, swiping your sword through the air. You stalk towards him, stepping carefully across slats of glossy Adam tree.

Zoro smiles wickedly, placing his white blade between his teeth. He cherishes the handle of Wado Ichimonji as if she were sweetness itself. His sister's spirit lives inside this sword. You respect his three-sword style, and have yet to beat him in a sparring match.

Swiftly, you bow.

Zoro returns the gesture, and brandishes his two swords aloft. Wado Ichimonji gleams in the sharp florescent lighting of the crow's nest. Swiping the air, you stalk around your opponent, noting his strong biceps and flexing center. He lowers his center of gravity, bending swiftly before leaping forward to strike against your guard.

You swipe away the sharp edge of Wado Ichimonji, ducking aside as Zoro lunges forward, sword tilted in his teeth. He steps away from you, just barely, so that your swift disarming counter strikes harmlessly against Sandai Kitetsu's guard. Sparks glint off where the strong metals meet. You swipe Nightingale across his side, but he dodges. You stumble forward, slightly off balance.

"Shit."

Zoro laughs, growling around the white-wrapped handle of Wado Ichimonji. "Start again," he says, standing wide with a lowered stance. Enma gleams sharply in his strong fist. You turn, stepping around in a circle as he counters your movement across the floor.

"Stumbling is never a good sign," Zoro says, swords snickering in their triangle shape. She is making fun of you in particular: the sword singing softly in his right fist. Smirking, even. Zoro matches her sneer as he closes the distance between you in swift, even strides.

"Stop it," you whisper, tightening your grip around Nightingale's sweetly wrapped handle. She has a soft, white leather made from a doe's hide. She is a flourishing, sacred blade.

"Stop what?" Zoro asks, clashing his two swords against your rapier overhead. Sparks fly down between you, and you just barely dodge out of the way of Wado Ichimonji's strike. His three-sword style is a bitch, sometimes. Stepping back, you catch your breath.

He swings, again.

Sweet Meadowlark counters the sharp edge of Enma, screaming across the sharpened steel. You grit your teeth, bringing your dagger all the way down to the hilt of Zoro's katana.

"Not you," you hiss out through a clenched jaw. Staring at Sandai Kitetsu, you push forward even more, enough to get Zoro to stumble backward. He counters, quickly. He faints with Sandai Kitetsu, before slashing sideways at your open side. You yelp, a sharp, high-pitched noise at the back of your throat. Zoro smirks.

"Swords are makin' fun of ya?"

Snickering, the three katanas all bear down on you from overhead. He's so fast. You grunt, blocking them with rapier and dagger crossed above you. He knees you in the stomach.

"Ouch!" You scream, winded. You stumble backward, clutching at your abdomen. You spit saliva onto the floor. Zoro chuckles.

He plants both feet on the floor, standing shirtless in front of you, with nothing but his leather pants and green bellyband. You're only in a sports bra and shorts, yourself. Swiping Nightingale through the air, you sprint toward him at full speed.

Fainting with Nightingale, you strike at Zoro's blind side, before ducking quickly and jabbing Meadowlark straight into his chest.

"Shit!" You squeak, ripping your steel dagger out of Zoro's bloodied chest. You hit right between the ribs, on the side with his good eye. Blood trickles down his abs in a scarlet ribbon. You smile.

Strike One: Y/n.

But the victory tastes sweet for only so long, as Zoro bears down on you with a counterattack. You dodge out of the way, but only slightly, as Sandai Kitetsu shears off a lock of your hair.

"Fuck!" You scurry backward, a rogue at heart, meant to strike and retreat as quickly as possible. Zoro stalks forward again.

This time, he twirls Enma in one hand before striking down viciously at you with a barrage of attacks. Slashes, stabs, lunges. Swipes at your side, especially the side where you hold shorter Meadowlark.

"Shut up," you tell his sassy sword, who's been snickering at you this whole time. She chides your balance, your sword play, the way you're standing with too much weight on your left side.

She glides snakelike against your dagger, bouncing off the side. Your arm stings with the recoil. Shit. You barely keep your stance in place as you're forced to shuffle backward. Sandai Kitetsu bites your upper arm, and you hiss.

"Stop dodging," Zoro commands you, striking the wall behind you, right next to your head. "You have to fight back, or else you'll be dead." Sandai Kitetsu giggles in his hand.

You're panting, sweating with exertion. Zoro's strikes are so strong. He's stepping away from you now, giving you room to breathe. You hate when he goes easy on you. Snarling, you charge forward again.

Zoro meets you halfway, growling in his throat.

Your swords clang together harshly, metallic singing reverberating throughout the room. You both back up, stepping in tune with the other's movements. He stalks around you like a tiger, and strikes at your backside. He hits you with the flat of Sandai Kitetsu's blade.

"You're weak."

He challenges you, and you see red.

It's a spin, a stab, and a dance backwards, before your vision clears. Zoro is grimacing, another bright red stripe decorating his bare chest. It's right above his sternum, and a little to the left.

He grunts, and charges after you.

Swinging at your weak spot, Zoro brings Enma down toward your side. You block the strong, sweeping arch with the silver side of Nightingale's cross guard. She resonates with the sound of the blow.

You both hold for a second, struggling to push the other's weight off.

Eventually, you let go with a huff.

"That's enough," you decide, whipping your sword through the air with a signature flourish. Zoro nods, sheathing his own blades.

"Good job," he nods, heading back over to the side to wipe his face with a towel. He throws it into the dirty clothes hamper that one of you will eventually take down to the laundry room when it gets too full.

"Yeah, right," you seethe, jaw clenched. "I wish I was anywhere near as strong as you. I can be fast, and invasive, but...," you raise your shoulders, and let them fall with a defeated sigh. "Sheer strength-wise, you've got me beat."

Zoro shakes his head, "You're not that far behind me, actually." He sits down on the bench, elbows on his knees with a canteen in his hands. He chugs a lungful of water, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

"Yeah?"

You sheath your swords, and start a cool-down stretch routine. You lean over to one side, and then the other. You shake your legs in their sockets, trying to loosen up your hip flexors.

Zoro nods. "Not everyone can fend off Enma." He regards you steadily, his green eye flicking you up and down. You stretch your arms over your head. "Especially with a blade that flimsy." He smirks at your rapier, and you huff.

"She is not flimsy." You cross your arms, nose in the air. Nightingale hums in agreement at your side. Zoro sneers a laugh.

"Plus, you can understand sword language better than any other swordsman I've met. Not even Mihawk can hear his sword so well."

At that, you pause.

Your fingers flutter around Nightengale's hilt, and you grin. "Thanks, Zoro. That means a lot."

His face flushes, and he looks away.

"Well, yeah...," he says, gruff, before pushing off the bench to make his way over to you. He skims his knuckles over the outside of your arm. His fingertips dance along the diamond pommel of your sacred blade, and you gasp. He arches an eyebrow. "Feel that?"

You nod, stunned.

"That's the bond between a swordsman and his blade."

"Her blade," you correct, and he snorts.

"Rematch after dinner?" He pulls away, and leaves you aching. You stumble after him, a step or two. He turns, pausing, with his lips parted. Your swords are clattering at your side. He looks you up and down, a question paused in his mouth that you can't quite read.

"Kiss me?"

Zoro blanches, and for a moment you're stuttering, shocked at your own bravery, boldness, yours and his swords are all clamoring to be heard above the din of blood rushing in your ears, and--

Zoro cocks his head, smirking, and closes the distance between you.

He takes both your arms in his hands, holding you by the shoulders, and leans forward to place a kiss on your waiting lips.

"How's that?"

You smile like a little kid. "Perfect," you say, before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in to deepen the kiss.

You can't wait for the rematch.

#this is so hard #sword fights #hard to describe #zoro #zoro x you #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro fanfic #one piece fanfic #zoro fluff #dumpster dive #kitty writes

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niafromheaven · 2 months

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Hey guys! So I thought it was finally time for an introduction post! So here we go!

Hello, I am Nia (prefered, please call me Nia!)!!! I am 17. I use she/her pronouns and I am happily taken! I'm biromantic and bisexual

I am taken! August 12th, 2023 ❤🔒. (8 months) I love my boyfriend ❤❤

I'm Christian, but not hardcore. I'm not going to shove the Bible in your face for every little thing (I haven't read it either).

My favorite color is purple. I enjoy singing and bracelet making! I am in high school choir as a soprano 1 currently.

I am also in JROTC (Junior Reserve Officer Training Corpse) as a Captain!

I love eating too, food is amazing. Sleeping also! Sleep is awesome. Sleep feels amazing. I love my bed.

I write fan fiction and have an AO3 account! Here:

I have been writing for almost 3-4 years now.

I love creating AUs. I love Hazbin Hotel and have been a fan since the pilot. My favorite characters are Adam, Lute and Vaggie, with the rest of the main cast not far behind. I ship GuitarSpear and heavily head canon Vaggie as their kid! There's just so much angst potential there.

I also ship Chaggie!

Hazbin ships include:

GuitarSpear/Guitarsword(Adam x Lute)

Angelicguitarsword (Adam x Lute x Emily)

Angelicguitar (Adam x Emily)

AngelicSword/Emilute (Emily x Lute)

Lucililith (Lucifer x Lilith)

Chaggie (Charlie x Vaggie)

I am also in other fandoms as well, including: Vocaloid, Evillious Chronicles, Kuroshitsuji(Black Butler), The Promised Neverland, Demon Slayer, Ouran High School Host Club, LazyTown, Danganronpa, Five Nights At Freddy's, Undertale, Attack On Titan, and so many more!

I love musicals too! Heathers, Mean Girls, Beetlejuice, Six, Wicked, Hamilton, Aku No Musume, all of that!

I also enjoy drawing fanart, especially of Lute & Emily 😭

This may be updated as I think of stuff, so keep checking back!

If you guys have any question, feel free to ask in a repost or the comments!

Bye!

~•°Nia°•

#intro post #introduction #blog intro #get to know me #gtkm

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dross-the-fish · 29 days

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On a scale of 1-10 how does Erik rate the rest of the Crew’s singing voices? (Regular singing, not opera) How would Erik describe the others voices?

Henry Jekyll-The kind of pleasant and unambitious baritone one would find suitable for the parlor at Christmas and perhaps even the occasional solo in a church choir. It is fit for the entertainment of close friends and family and should not aspire to be heard anywhere else. The very definition of mediocrity in all aspects 5/10 Edward Hyde - More emotive than Jekyll but sings exclusively filth and has no interest in staying on key. One senses he plays up the roughness in his voice more than is natural 3/10 Adam Frankenstein - Bass, marred by a harsh graveled rasp, he has plenty by way of depth and power but no skill and he hasn't the range or tunefulness for even the most basic of schoolyard jingles. 1/10 stick to reading poetry and giving tedious monologues. John Watson - Surprisingly nice, the voice itself is a pleasant and flexible tenor but it is his sincerity and expressiveness that lend his singing a favorable quality 7/10 Selma Morris - Bouncy soprano, good enough, one supposes, for a jaunty tune around the campfire and tolerable when accompanied by drinks and guitar music, crippled by an annoying twang and the woman selects only to sing raunchy bar songs befitting a seedy saloon 5/10

Theodora Kipp - Contralto, difficult to gauge her actual skill level since she never challenges herself. Had consumption when she was alive and the damage to her lungs is obvious in a lingering huskiness and limited vocal range. Compensates a lack of confidence in her singing ability with her acting skills which is more effective in covering her weaknesses than I initially gave it credit for. Entertaining performer on the whole but her vaudeville sensibilities hold her back from true success. 6/10 Quincey Harker - the less said about his off-key shower warbling the better, obnoxious vibrato, 2/10 Lawrence Talbot - countertenor, despite being in his twenties he still sounds like he's going through puberty, croaking and cracking every time he strays to high or to low outside of his extremely limited range, could be used to torture our enemies. 0/10 I am, myself, a legendary vocalist and needn't flaunt my own considerable skill. I advise those of you who scored lower than a 5 to cease singing in all capacities, you are doing the world no favors when you open your mouths. To Lawrence in particular, if you utter anything resembling a musical sound in my presence again I will destroy you. To Dr Watson and Dr Watson only, please consider seeing me for vocal lessons, I believe yours is an instrument that could be polished into something far greater. The rest of you are free to continue on with your bland mediocrity but please do so out of earshot and in the privacy of your own small social circles. - OG

#Erik Reviews

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ajortga · 6 months

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lead, part 2

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

a/n: alright y'all, let's pretend beauty and the beast is fine for this musical and let's pretend prince adams/ the beast isn't a man in this scenario i was singing along to spotify so i was like im doing it.

i finally did it and i wanted to add some more plots.. we'll see what might happen..

As Mrs. Jenn came up to you, she handed you a script that held a lot of pages.

Your eyes widened.

You read them as you skimmed through, stopping upon a certain page that was titled

"Chapter 9's Script, starring ORTEGA as (character) Y/L/N as (character) ENSEMBLE as (background)."

Library, ENSEMBLE is singing, upon the chorus.

ORTEGA enters in scene 1, looking around with fiddly fingers and thoughtfulness, spotlight shines on her.

Y/L/N arrives shortly after, (briefly 30 seconds before the bridge.) Spotlight brightens to the two.

Apply choreography and singing learned in ACT 1: (song name)

When bridge arrives, ORTEGA and Y/L/N reach closer to each other, never breaking eye contact as ENSEMBLE crowds around them, making a circle while continuing ACT 1: (song name.)

Y/L/N, singing: Barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly.

ORTEGA, singing, joining in as beat raises: Just a little change, small to say the least, both a little scared, neither one prepared.

Y/L/N & ORTEGA harmonize (with Y/N as soprano and ORTEGA as a softer alto) ENSEMBLE joining in as the chorus raises: Beauty and the Beast.

ENSEMBLE continues to harmonize as ORTEGA and Y/L/N step towards each other, tension rising. ORTEGA grabs a hold on to Y/L/N's hand, watching her closely as Y/L/N repeats the same step, ENSEMBLE close behind.

ORTEGA wraps her arms around Y/L/N, giving her a soft, but passionate kiss.

ENSEMBLE continue with their choreography, singing as both ORTEGA and Y/L/N hold the kiss, in a daze as ORTEGA holds her waist, leaning downward to make it look romantic.

As song begins to come to an end and fade, ORTEGA and Y/L/N's lips part, ORTEGA and Y/L/N are still holding the intimate position, their eyes never tearing away.

Both ORTEGA and Y/L/N on last verse: Beauty and the Beast..

As the song fades and curtains close, ORTEGA and Y/L/N are seen meeting their lips together once again, spotlight fading.

You blink, shocked as your jaw slightly drops.

You put down the script as you flip through the pages. Chapter 9 is far away, you have so much time to practice and might as well be close friends with Jenna before touching your lips on hers.

Jeez, what have you gotten yourself into?

You had no idea, but really, should you be complaining?

As Mrs. Jenn began to gather the ensemble together, all the characters went into their own sections and began to practice.

You began to look at the first page, humming as the ensemble begins to sing along with the speakers.

Your eyes shifted upwards, looking at Jenna as she read the lines, you could hear her whispering to herself as she put it down. Then she memorized it perfectly.

Her lips were speaking with just enough emotion to make you in a trance.

You looked back at your script, your fingernails tracing the script as you stood up and breathed out the words, your voice barely a whisper, that way no one could hear.

Your eyes closed, memorizing the script, trying to remember it as perfectly as you could.

Not too dramatic, but in a way where it is dramatic enough to capture it's emotion to the crowd.

It wasn't too difficult, it would've been so much worse if you noticed Jenna's eyes staring at you as you reread your lines, you were so pretty.. It was attractive.

Jenna sat there, watching you, something stirring in her stomach she couldn't make out. The ensemble was singing, you, reciting your script, her, staring.

As the ensemble began to follow the choreography, Mrs. Jenn approached Jenna, taking in the way she was staring at you, she held back a small laugh and tapped her on the shoulder.

"So, how is the script so far, I hope it's not too difficult?" She whispers, Jenna finally tearing her eyes off of you in embarrassment.

"Hm- sorry, yeah it's not difficult at all, I think I'll be able to handle this well in a month or so."

"Okay, great. So I was wondering....."

As Mrs. Jenn kept talking, Jenna could see someone approaching you, her eyes narrowed as she exhaled a small scoff as the person gave her a glare along with a small grin.

You were in the middle of reading your lines until one of your classmates, Romeo came near you, giving you a small smile which you didn't hesitate to reciprocate.

"Y/N, do you know how well you say those lines? You should've seen it, you recite them so perfectly."

You laugh a little, playing with the nape of your necklace, "I wouldn't say that."

"Nonsense, you're definitely going to ace the play. Say.. I think I should've been the Beast instead, don't you think?" He leaned closer to you, ruffling your hair in which you smiled a little, looking around a little awkwardly.

"I think Jenna gotten the role she deserves, you did really good I believe but I think Jenna is one of the most talented people I've ever seen."

Jenna almost smirked, seeing Romeo's smile slightly fade, before smiling again.

"Sure she is, but maybe next semester if there's a Romeo and Juliet, you could be my Juliet."

You looked a little scared, you were kind of oblivious to the fact that Romeo liked you, "I don't know, maybe. But let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"Positions everyone! Including you Romeo!" Mrs. Jenn called out, clapping her hands together.

Romeo grumbled with a lace of annoyance, giving you a small smile as he touched your shoulder and walked away, leaving you a bit dazed, going back to reading your lines and thinking about Jenna.

Jenna felt her stomach churn, she felt something she shouldn't be feeling.

Jealousy. She never hated Romeo more then she did now.

Jenna definitely wouldn't let you be Romeo's Juliet. She wanted to be your Romeo.

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega imagine #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega #vada cavell x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader

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jiriceks · 5 months

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adam was so delightful in his what chaos interview. love to find out little details to fill out his characterization.

starts off with italian hand gesture as the host says his full name

is in the middle of watching the sopranos

favorite bruin: marc savard, patrice bergeron

not kurls but watched a lot of him and 'modeled his game' after him

honored to be on the same team with him now

lots of compliments for kurls and his defensive skills

his dad is a huge bruins fan and was gonna wear his bruins jersey to boston during the dads trip

he came down for breakfast during the dads trip and his dad was just sitting at a table with jarmo

he just really wanted to go to columbus

close to home, with bunch of michigan guys, close to umich where a lot of his best friends are

wants to focus more on the negatives but so that he can improve on it

this mindset needs to be watched tho

kj is an ipad hog (looking back at shifts)

air fryer boys is a bit

he was legit astounded at patty making steak on the air fryer tho

bought an air fryer now and is cooking steaks on it

washes it by hand too

there was a whole explanation of how he cooks stuff so that everything gets served hot at the same time

allegedly makes pasta from scratch?

took a few seconds to think about his answer to 'what about adult life do you suck at?'

answered with not making his bed

washes his sheets once a week, maybe twice

literally said that doing laundry isn't hard

this 19 year old NHLer is so put together, it's wild

compared to other NHLers

randomly facetimes patty, silly, and kj just to see what's up

packs the morning of a roadie

has a dedicated toiletries bag that just lives in his suitcase

negative: liked game of thrones enough to rewatch it

this is just me being a hater

on a personal note, i'm mad at pete blackburn for not releasing his carly rae jepsen original cbj logo hoodie to the world

#cbj #adam fantilli

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silver-grasp · 1 month

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Anyone who likes Hamlet should go listen to Elsinore by Vanessa Cardui because it's so BONKERS good. I somehow forget how good it is, and then I listen and go insane all over again. The lyrics are REALLY hard to follow in places because of the multiple overlapping lines so I'm putting my transcription below the cut, but ohhh my god some of the pairings in the vocal lines... absolutely galaxy-brained genius. Also I recommend just listening to it first to Absorb before picking apart the vocal lines.

(disclaimer that notes about voicing (soprano, alto, etc) are my vague guesses based on no actual singing training - I just needed something to distinguish them)

[1 voice, Alto] The child that from the tear of Eve’s Snake and knowledge haunted eyes Sprang down now forever grieves to return to paradise

[Soprano, Alto] Let father wise and brother strong be pillars by my side, If he with lips of columbine should take me for his bride! My virtue as a violet that withers in desire, To flaming youth I am as wax and melt in mine own fire!

The child that from the tear of Eve’s Snake and knowledge haunted eyes Sprang down now forever grieves to return to paradise

[3 voices] [Soprano] And of the homicidal heart of Adam the fleshéd horn sprang up and tore his breast apart And god knows what was born [Alto] If I could leave behind the echoes in my mind, And flesh could melt away to mingle with the clay, [Bass] Mark my words and

[3 voices] [Alto (?)] My dirge would rise to meet a melody so sweet As ever could be sung, but I must hold my tongue! If I could leave behind the echoes in my mind, And flesh could melt away to mingle with the clay, My dirge would rise to meet a melody so sweet As ever could be sung, [Bass, Soprano] Find me honest Break my heart or bring me justice

[Alto ?] but I must hold my tongue!

[Soprano, Alto] The child that from the tear of Eve’s Snake and knowledge haunted eyes Sprang down now forever grieves [Soprano] – I must hold my tongue to return to paradise

[Alto] And of the homicidal heart of Adam the fleshéd horn sprang up and tore his breast apart And god knows what was born

[3 voices] [Soprano] The child that from the tear of Eve’s Snake and knowledge haunted eyes Sprang down now forever grieves to return to paradise [Alto] If I could leave behind the echoes in my mind, And flesh could melt away to mingle with the clay, [Bass] Mark my words and find me honest

[4 voices] [Soprano] My words fly up, my thoughts below, False words will not to heaven go! [Alto] My dirge would rise to meet a melody so sweet As ever could be sung, but I must hold my tongue! [Alto 2] And of the homicidal heart of Adam the fleshéd horn sprang up and tore his breast apart And god knows what was born [Bass] Break my heart or bring me justice

[Alto with interjections from other voices] Oh, what a noble heart is here o’erthrown! [Soprano] - The glass of fashion and the mold of form It hath been paralyzed and fallen still! [Soprano] - Courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword His name doth bleed upon the frozen ground, [Bass] - Mark my words and And night hath made descent upon his brow. [Bass] - Find me honest So bear him like a soldier to the stage, [Bass, Soprano, Alto (?)] - Break my heart or bring With those he loved, who loved him, and were slain. [Bass, Soprano, Alto (?)] - Me justice Some have gone to heaven, some to hell, [Soprano] - The child that from the tear eve’s snake and knowledge haunted eyes But prince and cause will hover in between. [Soprano] - Sprang down now forever grieves to return to paradise And I, who loved, am left to stand alone, And cry his words to spaces yet unknown.

#hamlet #music

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chloeangelic · 7 months

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Why does it seem like everything you've put out lately is just trying to rip off netherfeildren? Like the art, the plots, the aesthetics... Especially weird since you used to seem to always hype them up

I went back and forth on responding to this but I’ve decided to because I don’t appreciate having my integrity questioned. I kind of expected that I'd get something like this because there are some thematic similarities between Seeking and SWITBOSH. However, I won’t respond publicly to anything else like this cause I think we’re all very over The Discourse, and tbh it’s a massive fucking insult to accuse me of ripping someone off when I’ve spent seven months writing ca 200k words of fic and developing my own unique style of writing. If you can’t see the difference between two writers, just because they write emotional depth and full sentences, then please read an actual book and not just brainrot fic. I’m gonna properly address everything under the cut - anon domming is back on the menu today.

That being said, because this feels weird and uncomfortable for me and likely for Vic, I’m turning off anons for the time being and I’m taking a posting break to decide whether I want to continue posting here at all or continue posting purely on AO3. I post there anyways under the same name. If you still have a bone to pick with me or my writing, please message me directly. Please do NOT pester Vic about this, I know very well that she does not enjoy The Discourse or any sort of drama. Everyone is sick of the copying discourse - please have some trust in writers’ self awareness.

Firstly, the words “recently” and “plots” should be defined here - I personally don’t see how stepdaddy Joel, pornstar Tim, sex addict Dieter, baby daddy Javi or any of Love Me back is similar to her works at all. The Seeking teaser I posted yesterday was similar to her Pink teasers purely because it had text on a photo - my text wasn’t even from the fic, it was a quote that represented the series as a whole and the quote that finally made the series crystallize in my head. It’s the quote I want people to have in the back of their mind when they go into reading it - it’s from the song that I consider the series theme. Our formatting is not the same. Yes, I have quotes at the beginning of the chapters - my friend sent me a bunch of poems and a couple, I felt were relevant to the story so I wanted to add them somehow. Several writers do this. I stopped putting in previews above the cut cause it was making it difficult for me to write the beginning of the chapters. My masterlist art is the same as, like.. Everyone’s else’s masterlist post - the norm on here is to have an artwork from Pinterest, the title slapped on top and the writer’s name. I literally just loved Pascalisbaby’s masterlist art so much I decided to do it too.

When you say plots, I’m assuming you’re drawing parallels between Seeking what is desirable and Someone’s Wife in the Boat of Someone’s Husband because cheater!Joel (or maybe even Pink cause DDLG, but I’m literally in a DDLG-type dynamic irl and I decided to incorporate it into a fic for once - there were CLEAR ddlg undertones in Love Me Back, it just wasn’t explicit. I also wrote several chapters of Seeking before Pink even came out, and I wrote a cheating + father in law oneshot this summer).

The MC in Seeking is based on myself and my own life, moving away from my parents in order to live with my boyfriend at the time very far away, who ended up being extremely absent and shitty. MC+Jeremiah relationship is based on Adam and Hermine from EXIT, Jeremiah is based on Tony Soprano, Gwen is based on Janice Soprano + a story I heard from my cousin about how his wife let him do all the childcare while she went on a women’s retreat. They are not in a marriage of convenience, the MC doesn’t feel bad about the affair at all, she never pushes him away, and Gwen has no plans on leaving. Sarah and Ellie are both 16 and living with Joel in Seeking. The MC does not have similarities to Sarah like she does in Love Me Back (which was also literally based on my own life) or Someone’s.

MC is a teacher who cheats with Joel - so is the MC in my post outbreak series I wrote many months ago. They're drawn to each other immediately cause I hate slow burn fics and I didn't feel like writing two chapters of him fucking someone else this time around. She goes out intending to cheat, and he thinks it'll sustain him for the next several years. The first thing I thought up in this entire series was Jeremiah - I had his character crystallized in my head for weeks before I planned anything else.

Of course Joel is unhappy in his marriage - neither Vic or myself would write a Joel who cheats for fun, that’s just not something either of us finds interesting. It actually started as a Sopranos AU, but I decided against going that route cause I don’t know enough about white collar crime. Also, if you are familiar with my writing you’ll know I love writing infidelity - it shouldn’t be a surprise that I’m writing a series with this as the central theme. The central question for Seeking is when is it okay to cheat? That’s what the entire fic is about. It’s not about him finding the love of his life after marrying someone else (like the summary of Someone’s), it’s about two instances of cheating and how we justify those two scenarios. Of course it has a happy ending - I’ve used up my non-happy ending quota for the year.

I’m not sure what you mean by aesthetics - Vic actually edits really nice graphics for all of her Mando chapters. She spends a bunch of time on those, and you’re doing a disservice to her by overlooking how unique her artwork is and how much effort it takes. She also made really cool teasers for Pink. I’m way too lazy for any of that, I just slam a moodboard together. I started doing 3 slot moodboards cause the 6-7 slot ones were a hassle. The fact that only art pieces are used in this series is half coincidence, half me being sick of trying to fit Pedro pics into the moodboards when the colors are often wrong.

I literally texted with her when I planned this series, saying I was afraid people would accuse it of being a ripoff of Someone’s, purely due to the Joel infidelity + uninterested wife factor, and she did not think the overall plot was similar enough to be of concern. I still hype her up, she just doesn’t post as often now so I don’t reblog as often, that’s pretty simple. I’ve also asked Iris, my editor, SEVERAL TIMES if it reads too similar to Someone’s or anything Vic has written - she is extremely familiar with both of our works and she did not think so. What exactly am I supposed to do when I’ve gotten the green light from everyone?

This specific anon didn’t mention the actual writing, though, which is funny and it makes sense because I don’t write like Vic and I don’t try to. Her vocabulary is way larger than mine, the diction and syntax are not similar at all. She actually uses metaphors, I use them very rarely and only when it’s super dramatic. My writing isn’t poetic, it’s not flowery, it’s not formal - it’s literally just how I think inside my own head. When I read my own writing, I imagine Charles Gross doing a dramatic reading. I learn like one new word every month and eventually I’ll add it to my writing when it’s something I’m confident using irl. She has a lot of depth to her fics, I also try to write with emotional depth - I’m sorry if that’s unfamiliar in a landscape of dbf porn with no plot and 5 word sentences (I’m shading my own first series here). Seeking reads more similar to the first series I ever wrote, which I never posted, than anything else I’ve written. Half of Seeking is also straight up daydreaming sequences cause that’s literally how I think - the MC lives a boring life and daydreams, so do I.

I’ve learned a ton from reading Vic’s stuff - I don’t read that much irl cause I rarely find English novels captivating, but her writing has really made an impression on me. I talk constantly about how much her writing makes me cry, and it really does. Reading her stuff has absolutely influenced me to be more confident about weaving in actions and little plot points that are more vulnerable and personal to myself, and that adds a lot of depth it otherwise wouldn’t. I’m very inspired by her, of course I am - but I know the difference between being inspired and trying to leech.

I’m sorry my writing style has developed. I’m sorry I no longer write like I did in April, with matter-of-factly short sentences and little emotional depth. I have short series and long series because some plots deserve more emotional depth and some don’t need it. I wouldn’t bother writing anymore if all I did was shady lawyer Joel or Father Joel and I never improved.

If you don’t enjoy my writing, please just unfollow. I’ve seen other fics on this platform that read similar to mine, some that have exactly the same plot points/origin stories, and at no point have I thought they were ripping me off. At some point, this specific fandom needs to realize that it’s possible for two writers to have similar ideas without it being one person copying the other. My personal opinion is that if you copy someone’s plot, you won’t be able to execute it well because you don’t have the ideas necessary to actually flesh it out. If you’re familiar with my writing, you know damn well I’m capable of coming up with my own ideas and plots. I feel zero need to rip other people's in order to gain traction - I have enough followers and idgaf how many notes anything gets. Please don’t overestimate my ability to give a fuck about my popularity in this fandom.

Anyways, thanks for making me want to vomit, anon, you truly made me feel like shit today and I hope you have a great night! I’m not sure how much I’ll be checking tumblr for a while so feel free to message me on discord under the same name.

#chloe answers

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orbleglorb · 26 days

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please enjoy my teacher's list of gothic heroes.

[ID: List of gothic heroes: Batman, Deadpool, Loki, Jack Sparrow, Venom, John Wick, Severus Snape, Han Solo, Wolverine, Harley Quinn, Eric Cartman, Black Adam, Shrek, Tyrion Lannister, Dexter Morgan, Tony Soprano, Zuko, Daryl Dixon, Wednesday Adams, and Rick Sanchez. /end ID]

#sasha lore

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opera-ghosts · 1 year

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January 23. 1897 the Opera „Königskinder“ from Engelbert Humperdinck was premiered. The second version has his Worldpremiere at the The Metropolitan Opera in 1910 with Carl Jörn (1873-1947) as the King‘s Son. Here we see a Original Castlist from one of the first performances at the Met.

Here we see a Original Castlist from one of the first performances at the Met and an old postcard with a portrait of the composer.

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dustedmagazine · 6 days

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Jackie West — Close to the Mystery (Ruination)

Gossamer song textures, reinforced with steel, that’s what Brooklyn songwriter Jackie West brings on Close to the Mystery, her first full-length album. West has been quite rightly compared to Julee Cruise, the narcotic chanteuse who barely breathed the Twin Peaks theme in the 1990s, and indeed, her airy soprano floats weightlessly over songs “End of the World” and “Dreamscape.” For the first half of this very strong album, West wafts melodies through the gentlest of arrangements, the backing flavored with 1960s baroque pop, bossa nova and lounge music but never overweening. Still, the songs become more memorable as they pick up weight and density, and that doesn’t happen until past the midway point.

Listen, for instance, to the way West’s cool, unruffled tone soothes the blues roughness of “Sunroom,” a film of ice clinging to bubbling, sulphuric hot springs. By the track’s end, she warbles a country vibrato over thick, violent guitar notes and corrosive solos, a juxtaposition of poise and angst that recalls the late, great Mr. Airplane Man. “Ruins,” too, cuts the sweetness of her delivery with grit, the drums and guitar mussing up ethereal clouds of voice and synthesizer. And “Moose” ends by lighting up a fairly incendiary rock guitar finale under West’s careening dream pop; it comes in through static, like an anthem you hear on AM radio.

West has assembled a really good band here, starting with producer and percussionist/keyboard player Sarah Pedinotti a.k.a. LIP TALK and a sometime participant in Okkervil River, Cuddle Magic and The Secret Machines. Shahzad Ismaily contributes guitar, piano and synths, while Nico Osborne plays bass, and Adam Brisbin adds another guitar. They’re all very able musicians, with active careers and good ideas, but their best trick here is their restraint. Whether they are playing loud or soft, quick or narcotically slow, the instruments throw the songs into the best possible light. They don’t draw unnecessary attention away from the melodies.

As a result, Close to the Mystery is a very lovely album, which you can appreciate the first time through, but you won’t get to the bottom of it for a while. There are layers and layers underneath these dreamy tunes, and if they don’t push themselves forward that doesn’t mean they’re not important.

Jennifer Kelly

#jackie west #close to the mystery #ruination #jennifer kelly #albumreview #dusted magazine #dream pop #brooklyn

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