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reminiscingtonight · 11 months

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Crush

Ona Batlle x Reader

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A/N: In celebration of Barca’s win, here’s a story with the Barca girls, featuring everyone’s favorite past/future Barcelona player. Inspired by Crush! by Lauren Sanderson

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You’re drunk. Very drunk.

Maybe you shouldn’t have let Mapi talk you into taking that last shot. Or the one before that.

But with Ona looking at you with those big doe eyes of hers and the hoots of your teammates cheering you on, it wasn’t like you could just turn down her challenge.

Hiccuping, you take the cup of water shoved into your hand. Aitana’s giving you a fond smirk, your best friend making sure to keep an eye on you, but not doing anything to dissuade the other Spanish woman from filling you with alcohol.

“Thanks Tana,” you slur, leaning over to plant a sloppy kiss against her cheek.

Aitana’s face turns into a grimace, arm coming up to wipe at her cheek. “You are a sloppy drunk. Drink your water.”

Bringing your hand up to your forehead, you try to give her your best salute.

You almost fall off your stool doing so.

This all started a couple hours ago, right from the final blow of the whistle that ended the game where you scored your first hattrick. It was all partytown from there, the Barcelona girls instantly showering you with love the second you entered the locker room.

One thing led to another and now all of you were at a local bar, drink after drink pushed into your hands. Being the people pleaser you are, you’ve taken all of it with a smile.

“I’m going to do it.” You try to school your face into a serious look, but all it does is cause Aitana to snort.

“Okay Casanova, what exactly are you planning on doing with the state you’re in?”

“Tell Ona how I feel,” you reply as if it’s the simplest thing ever. Aitana doesn’t have a chance to stop you before you’re pushing right past her, beelining for the girl who’s been on your mind all day.

Ona spots you first, face brightening when she spots you heading her way.

“Hi, you having fun?” Spoken with a grin, Ona knows exactly just how much fun you’re having.

Ignoring her question, you all but plop yourself down right into her lap. Ona takes the surprise contact in stride, quickly wrapping her arms around your waist so you don’t fall off.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Ona nods, amused at your drunk state.

“I have a crush on you,” you whisper-shout, eyes wide as you try your best to sound sober.

All at once there’s the sound of the melodic laugh you’ve fallen in love with. Ona gives you a fond look, shaking her head in amusement.

“Thank you for telling me that.”

You pout, not getting the response you were expecting. “Ona, I have a crush on you,” you repeat, this time slowing down your words to ensure that Ona understands what you’re saying.

She nods, grin only growing. “I heard you the first time.”

“Patri!” Your hand shoots out, catching the other Spaniard as she walks past the two of you. The midfielder looks confused but lets you tug her towards you. “I think Ona’s too drunk to understand me.”

Patri blinks, looking between you and Ona. “Not sure you have things quite right there, amiga.”

Ona snorts again, waving Patri away with an apologetic smile. You try to protest, needing a witness to get through to Ona, but the brunette simply runs a finger down your nose, bringing your attention back to her.

“I heard you the first time,” she repeats, not missing the way your face softens at her touch. “I have a crush on you too.”

It’s quite hilarious the way you straighten up at her words, mouth dropping open in shock. “Really?”

Ona has to tighten her grip around you, the way you wriggle on her lap nearly sending the both of you crashing to the ground. “Baby, we’re dating. Of course I have a crush on you.”

“We’re dating?” You gasp in disbelief, hand coming up to pinch at her cheeks.

Ona giggles into your touch, letting you poke and prod as you please.

“Ay dios mío,” Mapi grumbles, having been making her way towards you with another drink in hand. “Is she doing it again?” The question is directed at Ona, the defender knowing better than to try asking you anything with the state you’re in.

“Oh stop it,” Ingrid laughs, coming around to sit on the other side of Ona. Your girlfriend blushes at the older couple’s attention. “They’re in love, let them be.”

“Ingrid!” Your smile grows even more in size, excited to share your news. “Did you know Ona has a crush on me?”

From across the room, Alexia’s nudging Aitana, whose eyes are glued to the small crowd you’ve gathered.

“You’re getting this on video, aren’t you.” It’s spoken more as a statement than a question, Alexia knowing better than to question your best friend.

Aitana smirks, clinking glasses with your captain. She tilts her head towards her phone, camera directed towards your lovesick expression. “Of course, I’m no rookie. Have to stock up on footage for when they get married.”

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You’re wringing your hands, trying not to let your nerves show.

It’s been a long day, the Barcelona girls not getting back into town until late. Having driven Ona to the stadium, you obviously had to drive her back home.

On autopilot you had driven the two of you back to your place. Despite never having spent the night over, Ona doesn’t question it at all, quietly following you through your door before you realize your mistake.

“You don’t have to stay the night if you don’t want to,” you mutter, hand scratching at the back of your neck when you take in the way she leans against your kitchen counter, bag dropped at her feet.

Ona spots your nerves with ease, a small frown settling over her face. “Do you want me to stay?”

You’re silent, trying to think of the best way to confirm her question without sounding too desperate. You’ve been wanting to take the step for a while now, but have never been able to come up with the nerves to ask Ona to go there. Despite having the perfect opportunity to do so, you still can’t seem to do it. “I mean… I don’t not want you to stay.”

Ona’s brows furrow as she tries to work through your double negative.

You haven’t been seeing each other for long. After dancing around your mutual feelings for the first half of the season, it took your friends’ scheming (aka Mapi and Aitana locking the two of you in a storage closet) before you stuttered out a request for a date.

You’ve been on a couple more dates since, but neither of you have made it official official yet.

Moving around your counter, Ona steps up to you.

It takes everything in you to stay right where you are.

She drops her hands to your waist, leaning in so she can bump your nose with hers. “Ask me to stay,” she whispers, hands tightening against your waist.

You shut your eyes, resting your forehead against hers. It’s easy getting lost in all that’s Ona, the sweet floral smell of her perfume, the puffs of her breath on your lips, the comforting weight of her hands on your waist.

“Will you stay?”

Although you already know what her answer will be, you can still feel the lump in your throat.

“Always.”

And when Ona kisses you, you can feel what started as an innocent little crush turn into something like love.

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Life hasn’t been the easiest since your girlfriend broke up with you.

Granted the last couple weeks of your relationship was littered with fights, it still stung when she called it off. It was always “you don’t spend enough time with me” this, “you’re too focused on football” that. It’s not your fault that you took your career seriously, but your girlfriend only took your “obsession with a children’s game” as exactly that.

Aitana’s been doing her best to console you, telling you you really lucked out, losing a relationship to someone who didn’t love you the way you came, but the breakup still brought a cloud over your mood.

Your best friend had just talked you out of the idea that you’ll be single for the rest of your life when it happens.

The field grows unnervingly quiet as all heads turn towards the tunnel. You’re trying to peek over everyone’s heads, wondering what’s gotten everyone’s attention when you see her.

Ona Batlle, looking like a deer in headlights, still manages to take your breath away.

All thoughts of your ex flies out of your mind as you take in the Spanish beauty. Ona’s a bit shy, small smile on her face as she takes in all of the “long time no sees” from your Barcelona teammates.

It’s easy to get lost in your thoughts, marveling at the way her skin seems to glow in the sunlight.

An elbow nudging you isn’t enough to bring you into the present, and soon there’s the weight of a whole body hanging off your shoulders.

“What’s got you so distracted?” Aitana groans, finally getting your attention.

Face heating up, you quickly avert your eyes, hoping that none of your friends have noticed your subject of interest. Trying to hide how flustered you are, you squat a little bit before tapping at Aitana’s thighs.

Your best friend catches on immediately, arms wrapping around your neck as she hops onto your back.

“Onwards,” she hollers, trying to direct you towards your new teammate.

Ona’s still surrounded by some of the Barca girls, everyone trying to get a piece of the ex-Manchester player before Jonatan brings together the group to start practice.

Thankfully you’re saved by the whistle, signifying the start of practice before you can embarrass yourself.

Sighing, Aitana hops off your back.

You think you’ve gotten away with having to interact with Ona when the coaches inform all of you of the position-based training you’re going to have today, but you should’ve known better than to hedge your bets on that.

You don’t mean to do it, but your eyes drift to the other side of the field during your water break. Ona’s caught up in conversation with Lucy, the two right backs exchanging helpful tidbits back and forth.

You don’t notice a certain blonde sliding up to you, water bottle extended in her hand as she tries to be a good friend.

“Oh.” Mapi grins, retracting her arm when she realizes what exactly has caught your eye. “Someone has a crush.”

“I don’t have a crush!” you squeak out, instantly ripping your eyes away from the two defenders. But it’s too late. The smirk on Mapi’s face grows as she takes in your rapidly reddening face.

“Mapi,” Ingrid scolds, taking in your pink cheeks. “Leave her alone.”

“Our little baby’s all grown up!” Mapi coos, ignoring her girlfriend in favor of teasing you some more.

Face twisting into a frown, you find solace in Ingrid’s arms, the Norwegian more than happy to shield you from her lover.

You mumble something akin to “make her stop,” but Ingrid doesn’t have a chance to chastise Mapi some more before you’re hearing a new voice pop up behind you.

“Hola. I don’t think we’ve met before.”

Stiffening in Ingrid’s arms, you lift your face with a stricken look. Ingrid muffles her laugh into her hand as she all but removes you from your hiding spot.

Ona’s looking your way with a soft look, something undecipherable in her eyes.

Mumbling something unintelligible, you miss the look Mapi and Ingrid share over your head.

Mapi elbows you in the gut before she throws an arm around Ona’s shoulders. “Ignore her lack of manners. (Y/N)’s a bit socially challenged, especially more so when she gets a crush.”

Mapi’s lucky Ingrid manages to wrap an arm around your midriff before you can lunge forward, face turning even redder at her tease.

Ona blinks, not really knowing what to say before a whistle is sounding overhead, signifying the end to the break. Mapi wiggles her eyebrows at you but drags Ona away before she can embarrass you any more.

“Ingrid, I know you’re particularly fond of her, but I’m going to murder Mapi,” you growl, stomping your feet like a child. Ingrid follows you across the field to where the rest of the midfielders are gathering.

“What did I miss?” Aitana questions, noting the pissed off look on your face and the way Ingrid’s trying her hardest not to laugh.

Ingrid risks a look at you, but you’re glaring too hard at the ground to notice the mischievous look on her face.

“(Y/N)’s got a crush.”

The brunette’s racing away before you have a chance to react, cackling at the way Aitana instantly starts squealing and punching your arm in excitement.

#ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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spicyclover · 10 months

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Delilah | part one

Summary: “ Hey there, Delilah I know times are gettin' hard But just believe me, girl Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar We'll have it good We'll have the life we knew we would My word is good “

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

You walk a weary step towards your daughter’s room, opening the door gently. You look inside before you slip into the room's darkness to wake up your daughter.

"Buenos días, cariño." You greet her, stroking her hair slowly. "Tienes que despertar. Tenemos que ir a la escuela." Good morning, baby. You have to wake up, and we have to go to school.

"Mamá, no quiero ir." She says, hiding her face in your pillow. Mommy, I don't want to go.

"It's not negotiable, you chuckle, stroking her hair once last time before opening the curtains.

Delilah growls before putting her duvet on her face, and you laugh at her grumpy head. She looks so much like her father in the morning. You go to the kitchen and make breakfast, feeding your little cat Gato.

Gato is the spitting image of the Puss in Boots trapped in Garfield’s body. You rescued him in a shelter about a year ago. He was Delilah’s birthday present for her fifth birthday. He was already in a deplorable condition, overweight, with a broken leg and an eye problem, but he was the one she wanted. And the truth is, Gato’s really getting better today.

"¡Mamá! Ven a ayudarme." Scream your daughter through the apartment. Mom! Help me.

"What's going on?"

"My brush is stuck." She responds in English.

Since her birth, you have always spoken to her in both languages; yours and his. You don’t want her to lose her roots, even if she never knew him. Talking to her in Spanish kind of brings her closer to him.

The bigger she gets, the more she looks like him. Sometimes when you look her in the eye, you see him, and she inherited his eyes, mouth, hair, and nervous tics.

You walk into the bathroom and watch your daughter slaughter her hair.

"¿Qué hiciste? Dios, eres realmente imposible." You pull on the brush, but a big knot has formed. What did you do? God, you are really impossible.

You take a breath and look at the damage. You evaluate all the possibilities, and you decide to remove the maximum of hair before taking scissors and cutting the stuck strands.

You braid it quickly to hide the damage, and you run to the kitchen realizing all the time you lost in the bathroom. Delilah swallows her breakfast fast, and you send her to brush her teeth while you make her schoolbag.

You dropped her off at school before you ran to your train to work.

Living in Fuengirola is great and way cheaper than in Marbella. So you made a compromise. If you want to live comfortably, you spend forty-five minutes every day of the week on a bus, morning and night. You work in a private primary school there.

You make more than regular teachers but do not live next door. Something It is exhausting to juggle Marbella and Fuengirola. Your daughter and your students, your schedule and hers.

You finish your day at 3:30. When the bell rings, you gather your things and hurry to the bus station, taking the bus home. You spend half an hour correcting homework and getting ahead of your weekly classes, and you can’t wait to find your daughter and hug her.

We must say that since she was born. It’s always been just you two. You two and the rest of the world, or almost. Your next-door neighbour, Paola, looks after Delilah every day after school until you get home. She also brings her to her ballet classes at night while you make dinner and continue your work.

Today is no exception. You come home and drop off your stuff, knowing Delilah is at her dance class. You shower, change into comfortable clothes, and prepare dinner for the three of you. It’s weird when you think about it. You want to spend most of your time with her, but you don’t even have three hours with her every day. Just thinking about makes you have tears in your eyes.

You heard the door open, and in a second, a little girl with brown eyes came running into your arms.

"¡Mamá! ¡Mamá! Hoy tuve un 10 de 10 en la escuela de matemáticas. También hice una nueva amiga, se llama Carla." She’s screaming at you. Showing you the copy, the teacher wrote the perfect note. "And the teacher said we can bring our dads next week for La semana del padre." Her attitude changes a little, and a little sadness appears. "Do you think he will come?" Mom! Mom! I had a 10 out of 10 in school today in mathematics. I also made a new friend, her name is Carla.

Okay, let's put things in perspective. You technically didn’t tell Delilah that her father never wanted her; instead, he is a great pilot who travels the world searching for treasure. You would say to her the truth eventually. But the bigger she gets, the harder it gets to tell the cruel reality that her father never wanted her.

Carlos never wanted to be a father, and when he found out you were pregnant when you were only nineteen, he left you on the spot, leaving you alone in this mess.

You resented him terribly and didn’t want anyone to say his name for quite some time after he left you. So, it became taboo, and his name became a curse in your family. Your father wasn’t happy with you being pregnant this young and without a husband, and he’s been refusing to talk to you ever since.

Your mother is still trying to reconcile you, but your father is too nippy to bend his principles. So, Delilah never got to know her grandparents, either. And you’re not even sure that Carlos' family knows she exists.

When you were pregnant, you’d hesitated for a long time whether to tell Carlos when she was born. You still made the gesture of sending a message on the day of her birth to inform him, but you never got an answer.

Life went on, and you managed to make it. You live in a lovely apartment, small but comfortable, and you no longer depend on endless ends of months.

"I don't think he'll make it, baby." You say sadly, avoiding a look from Paola.

"Oh, Okay." she sights, disappointed, and you felt terrible.

Later that evening, Delilah was sleeping in bed, and Paola was helping you put everything away. You were both very quiet, with neither wanting to break that silence. However, you did see her staring at you all night.

“Stop giving me the side eye.”

“Am not.”

“You are, and you know you are.”

“You should have told her way before. That’s all I am going to say about this.”

You sight before turning your body to hers.

“It’s complicated, and I don’t want her to be broken when she found out that he never wanted her and left to live his dream while I was saving every penny I got to be able to eat something at least once a day. I don’t want her to feel the way I’ve felt for the past seven years.”

Paola doesn’t say anything, but her eyes deviate to a little human behind you.

“Mama,” mumbles Delilah.

You look at her and sigh. “Well, we will have this conversation way sooner than expected.” you think, taking her in your arm and going back to her room to put her back to sleep.

“¿Acaso no me ama?” She asks when you place her in her bed, one’s more. Doesn’t he love me?

“No lo sé, cariño. Es complicado. Tu padre es una persona complicada.” You say, stroking her hair. I don't know, baby. It's complicated. Your dad is a complex person.

“¿He hecho algo malo?” Did I do something wrong?

“You did nothing wrong. We were just too young, and he was too immature to take responsibility. This has nothing to be with you. You are perfect the way you are, and I love you with all my heart. But if you want. I can try and contact him and see if we can meet? ¿Es algo que te interesaría?” Is this something that you would be interested in?

“¡Sí, mamá!”

You kiss her head and close the door getting back to the living room. Paola returned to her apartment, and you sat by the door, wondering what to do.

Let me know if you would like a part two in the comments!

Delilah; six years old. ^^

Inspire by

Hey there, Delilah What's it like in New York city? I'm a thousand miles away But, girl, tonight you look so pretty Yes, you do Time square can't shine as bright as you I swear, it's true

Hey there, Delilah Don't you worry about the distance I'm right there if you get lonely Give this song another listen Close your eyes Listen to my voice, it's my disguise I'm by your side

Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me (2x) What you do to me

Hey there, Delilah I know times are gettin' hard But just believe me, girl Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar We'll have it good We'll have the life we knew we would My word is good

Hey there, Delilah I've got so much left to say If every simple song I wrote to you Would take your breath away I'd write it all Even more in love with me, you'd fall We'd have it all

Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me (2x)

A thousand miles seems pretty far But they've got planes and trains and cars I'd walk to you if I had no other way Our friends would all make fun of us And we'll just laugh along because we know That none of them have felt this way Delilah, I can promise you That by the time we get through The world will never ever be the same And you're to blame

Hey there, Delilah You be good and don't you miss me Two more years and you'll be done with school And I'll be makin' history like I do You'll know it's all because of you We can do whatever we want to Hey there, Delilah; here's to you, This one’s for you

Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me (2x) What you do to me

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz smut #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 #smut

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lightphieric · 6 months

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The theme in Zero Escape that's always spoken the most to me is a theme of masking: be that masking mental illness/neurodivergence, disguising one's true identity or just literally wearing a mask. It's really interesting because the idea of the morphogenetic field has a lot to do with the collective unconscious, this shared understanding that everyone has. But then in contrast, we have characters who deliberately obfuscate that understanding, like the Kurashikis, Dio, and Delta, or who have had that understanding taken from them (I refer to the three amnesiacs here - although it's interesting to note that both Seven and Sean, despite not knowing their own identities, are both able to impart plenty of ~lore tidbits~), and even more interestingly, we have some, like Hongou and Mira, who are othered because they just can't access the morphogenetic field and the collective unconscious, both literally and figuratively.

#zero escape #meta #zero escape 999 #virtue's last reward #zero time dilemma #999 spoilers #vlr spoilers #ztd spoilers

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celticbotanart · 6 months

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ALRIGHT, since Halloween is just around the corner and this blog is ALSO about sharing and talking about my full-time hyperfixation (music), I want to make some recommendations of "unusual" or just unknown songs that very well fit the theme! I've mentioned before that I love making thematic playlists and that I have rules for them everything (it's serious shit!!), so I wanna share some of the songs featured in my "Ecclectic Halloween" playlist. The two basic rules I applied for that playlist are:

The song MUST include anything supernatural, spooky, bizarre, "murder/serial killer", classic creature and so on

The song can be of ANY genre; is it metal? Prog? Disco? Electronic? Soundtrack? COOL, ALL ARE WELCOME!

Let's get started!

1 - Rainbow - Tarot Woman

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As an unapologetic 70s dad rock advocate, I HAVE to start with one of my fave bands of the genre! The song begins with a DOPE synth/keyboard solo, and then iconic Dio (the one Dio from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure was named after) comes in with a bunch of cryptic imagery, like the predictions the tarot woman is telling him as she turns the cards side on:

Something in the air Tells me to beware - No, no, no! Her love is like a knife She'll carve away your life - So go, go, go! Beware of a place, a smile on a bright shiny face I'll never return, how do you know? Tarot woman! But I don't know, I don't know!

2 - Blackmore's Night - I Guess It Doesn't Matter Anymore

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From the same breed of the first song, cause Blackmore was the guitar player / composer for Rainbow - except that Blackmore's Night is a project he made way later (late 90s), with his wife Candice Night, who sings all the songs and composes with him. This song is about the CLASSIC tale of someone giving a lift to a mysterious woman they found wandering at the side of the road; when they get to the place she wanted to go and asks to leave, the driver turns around! And the lady, she's suddenly gone!!!!!

Standing in the rain, the cold and angry rain In a long white dress, a girl without a name She stood beneath the light, Glowing like a candle bright I guess it doesn't matter anymore (...) Finally she spoke, 'come pull off the road' Saying she was headin' home I turned and she was gone, I was all alone

3- Loreena McKennitt - The Bonny Swans

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You might be asking: "Oriel, what the fuck, why is soft spoken-christmas songs-traditional folk medieval instruments Loreena McKennitt in this playlist at all??? With a song named like THAT?? What is so scary about pretty glorified ducks anyway?" - And to that I'll say right off the bat this is the most metal song in the entire playlist, and I say this unironically. This song is inspired by an old ballad and it tells about a girl who was drowned by her own sister out of jealousy of her betrothed; the sister kills her so she can have the lad for herself. It already has murder, as you can tell - but it gets WORSE, as the body of the drowned girl floats down the river and is found by a miller's daughter; a passing-by bard then uses the dead girl's bones and golden hair to make a harp that plays on it's own, possessed by the dead girl's spirit???? She (as the harp) asks to be taken to the court, the bard takes her, and AS A CURSED HARP MADE OF BONES the dead girl outs her sister as her murderer, in front of the entire family and the court. Look. If this isn't METAL AF, I don't know what ELSE can be. The "bonny swans" from the title comes from the comparison Loreena makes of the pale girl's body floating in the water, to swans swimming along. kkkkkkkkkkk JESUS.

He made harp pins of her fingers fair With a hey ho and a bonny o He made harp strings of her golden hair The swans swim so bonny o He made a harp of her breast bone With a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play alone The swans swim so bonny o He brought it to her father's hall With a hey ho and a bonny o And there was the court, assembled all The swans swim so bonny o He laid the harp upon a stone With a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play lone The swans swim so bonny o

4- Sting - Moon Over Bourbon Street

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Probably one of the most fun songs in this, because it's a song written by Sting, inspired by Anne Rice's "Interview With the Vampire"! The song is under Louis' PoV, and he laments his current condition as a vampire and also as a man of god, as he wanders through New Orleans's streets. This Sting's live performance of this song (the live in Berlin, 2010) is my favorite by far - there's a whole ass epic orchestra and even a theremin! hehe

I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street It was many years ago that I became what I am I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb Now I can never show my face at noon And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon

5- AQUA - Halloween

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Yes, THAT AQUA - turns out they DO have more songs other than Barbie Girl, and they actually slap - I was there in the 90s, when the Deep Eurodance Magic was written. I LOVE this one because it has such a fun vibe, and obviously, inspired by the "Halloween" movie franchise - Lene plays as the girl alone at night who receives a call from René, playing as the psycho who's after her. They even act that scene at the begining of the song dsjfhjsdgf so cool!

The sound of shoes, a shadow that moves Something odd is tic tac ticking Someone's in here, I'm so full of fear The telephone is ringing!!

6- E Nomine - Das Tier In Mir

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ONE OF MY ALL-TIME FAVES IN THIS PLAYLIST. E Nomine was (?) a German electronic music project who DARED to mix in dark techno/trance beats AND CHANTS IN LATIN, as this deep-voiced dude sings/borderline-raps in German. ITS HARD TO EXPLAIN, BUT I PROMISE, ITS SO SO SO DOPE. They also sang about all sorts of religious / dark fantasy themes - they have an entire album based on the Bible, which I promise, they made it a LOT MORE RAD AND COOL than it sounds; and another album about the supernatural and all kinds of creatures, like vampires, ghosts, werewolves, demons. "Das Tier in Mir" or "The Animal In Me" is their "werewolf" song - it starts off with this kid singing in Latin about the forest, and the moonlight, and the song goes on with Deep Voice Dude singing under the werewolf's perspective; it even features a dramatic transformation sequence!!

[Latin]The forest is hidden, in the moonlight, My home is the forest In the starlight (...) Dark clouds and dark thoughts, The full-moon night smashes my barriers down. The animal desire that I massacre comes in me. I feel this bloodlust here and now. Deep in the night the twinkling stars, A sweet smell is drawing me into the distance. But careful if my passion gets aroused quite gently in the night And the hunter wakes up in me! (Translation from here - it's rather clunky, but that's the gist of it!)

7- E Nomine - Mitternacht

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Yep! Another one by E Nomine, BECAUSE THEY JUST SLAP TOO HARD. "Mitternacht", or "Midnight" is pretty much about the Witching Hour, all the spirits comes out when the bell strikes midnight!! This one is SUCH A FAVORITE of mine because it sounds EXACTLY what a DJ would play as vampires dressed in fancy, old outfits and masks waltz around in a haunted, opulent manor

When the gondolas are in mourning and the dead's lament resounds horror is breathing down your neck When the clock starts striking cold thick fog is touching you gently ...midnight! [Latin] midnight, dark night, cruelty of the soul the bell is ringing twelve times ...midnight! (Translation from here - same from previous song, kinda clunky but we get it)

8- Dead or Alive - Something In My House

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Another classic banger with the catchiest fucking tune ever, by You-Spin-Me-Right-Round-Baby-Right-Round Dead or Alive, sung by ICONIC genderfucker wizard Pete Burns (the Gender Envy of him in this video is real). I have to admit, this one is SLIGHTLY cheating on my rules, cause the "something in my house" in question is not anything supernatural - it's a metaphor for a gone-wrong relationship, lol. Ngl, I think this is kinda fucking brilliant. But like, the spooky, Halloween-y vibes are all there nonetheless: wolves are howling, Pete is singing in an old castle and looking 200% like a vampire. Even if I'm cheating a little, it still fits!

There is something in my house - my house, It's just a ghost of a long long dead affair, There is something in my house - my house, I just keep a hearing you runnin' on up my stairs, But you're not there

9- League of Legends - Fiddlesticks, The Harbinger of Doom

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Finally, some soundtracks! I don't play LoL, but I absolutely love some of the character's themes, and Fiddlestick's is one of them! For what I've got, Fiddlesticks is like this ancient, nightmare-ish Freddie Krugger-like entity, and BOY, does the song reflect exactly THAT. It SOUNDS like a horror movie, and I'm obsessed about it!!

When fields lie calm and wind stands still (Run home, run home) As the crows make night of the fading Sun (Hide now, hide now) When the trees do bow, as if they weep (Stay down, stay down) Though its light beckons forth, a melody calls out (Too late, too late)

10- The Alan Parson's Project - The Cask of Amontillado

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And!!! Last but not least!! Closing this playlist with THIS ULTIMATE DAD PROG ROCK BANGER, which as you can see, is inspired by Poe's tale "The Cask of Amontillado". In fact, the entire album where that song comes from, "Tales of Mystery and Imagination - Edgar Allan Poe", is inspired by his work. Yeah there are also songs on "The Raven" and "The Fall of the House of Usher" too for example! It's just so cool! But "The Cask of Amontillado" is by far my favorite, specially with the instrumental part at the end, ughhhh <3

By the last breath of the four winds that blow I'll have revenge upon Fortunato Smile in his face I'll say "come let us go I've a cask of Amontillado" (...) You who are rich and whose troubles are few May come around to see my point of view What price the Crown of a King on his throne When you're chained in the dark all alone

This is definitely a long ass post, and I really had to cut it even shorter bc of Tumblr's dumbass video limit, but that's alright. I might even put up a part II, hehe I hope you like the Halloween-y songs recs!!

#music posts #halloween #long posts

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mysteriousdragon2 · 2 days

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Howdy everyone, I think it’s time I talk about OVA Hol Horse with my very exhausted brain lmao.

But like…just look his face. He looks so comforting! I’d bet it’s so calming, that it’ll soothe anybody’s worries away. And in these trying times, he’d likely comfort the person that’s in need of it.

Gonna feature OVA Polnareff in this post too, because why not? Anyhow, man….just the transition of this scene…it was so, goofy yet menacing at the same time? It’s just like. Yes, you start with the whole “Oh what’s that? I can beat your bum? Oh, you’re into that stuff!” by OVA Polnareff, then OVA Hol laughs with him like silly adult men. Then the whole action of OVA Avdol risking and sacrificing himself to OVA Pol. And just…OVA Hol having such an ominous looking shot with the most hilarious laugh known to mankind lol. Like. And the OVA Pol shot…so many shadows, it’s just so impactful. Also look at OVA Pol’s face, he looks so upset I swear this man is so unbelievably expressive, it’s amazing.

OVA Hol has a golden Emperor, but I’ve already said that before. But I still believe it’s a neat little difference between that and what we see in the anime Part 3 for Hol. Plus…

…seeing Emperor being summoned the way it is, that’s so..wow. I mean, Part 3 Hol usually has Emperor either faintly spawn into his hand, or spin, which is cool, but OVA Hol Horse has it where it comes out of his hand like his flesh is getting ripped, or summons into his hand like wind. And this scene is interesting too because OVA Hol actually attempts to shoot DIO! It’s so cool…I love analyzing minor characters that aren’t often spoken about, and Hol Horse is special in my heart for that. OVA Hol even clenched his teeth so hard, that his cigarette broke off…it’s a small but neat detail.

Love this scene, I mean, he’s just laughing and then the transition goes to: “YOU! I’ll fuckin’ kill you!”, then spits his cigarette into the air as it rotates until he makes his shot at OVA Pol. His shots are so cool everytime OVA Hol is on screen…

Having a motorcycle instead of horses or elephants is also quite the change. Honestly, there’s many things the OVA changed and with Hol Horse, it’s been a lotta changes, but I am satisfied with them. From having a more southern accent, to making him more sassy and serious, and such more but my brain is so worn out right now LOL.

As OVA Hol Horse says: “The gun is mightier than the sword, my friend.”

Thank you for listening/reading.

#hol horse #jean pierre polnareff #ova hol horse #ova jean pierre polnareff #jjba #jjba part 3 #stardust crusaders #jojos bizarre adventure #dragonrambles

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putellas11 · 2 years

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A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for ages! Since I really haven’t had anytime to write (and probably won’t for a little while longer) I figured I’d release this hot mess in the meantime. I hope I’ll be able to come back in full force soon! Hope you enjoy!

Revenge is Sweet (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

You wake up to ice-cold water being poured all over you.

“What the fuck!?”

Gasping and shivering from the cold, you glare through blurry vision at the woman towering over you with a bucket in her hand.

Alexia.

She’s the last person you wanted to see, and a sense of impending doom begins to creep in at the inevitable lecture that awaits you.

“Seriously? Again?” Her tone, posture, and expression all reflect a deep sense of disappointment and genuine anger.

Anyone else would cower under her glare, but not you. Alexia implied it with her words— this is not the first time this has happened, so you know what to expect. She’ll lecture you about responsibility and commitment to the team, and you’ll nod your head pretending to listen, but really, you’ll just be focused on not throwing up all over her shoes.

“Hey, at least I’m not late to training this time,” you argue, slowly lifting yourself from the wet floor, droplets of water splashing down with your every movement.

“On time but you’re fucking drunk!”

Her voice rings out in your ears and you can’t help but flinch. If you lacked any common sense you’d ask her to quiet down, but you know better.

“I’m hungover, actually. There’s a difference.” You point out, but with little to no conviction in your words.

It’s not just that you have no strength to plead your case, you also don’t care enough to do so. It’s always the same argument with Alexia and it never fails to end the same way, so you don’t see the point in engaging in the usual back and forth. The sooner you can get her to go away, the better.

“I’m so sick and tired of covering for you,” she says, hands on her waist and that annoying look of disapproval in her eyes she has reserved just for you.

“Ok, so stop. It’s not like I ever asked you to anyway.” You’re growing more and more frustrated by the minute, feeling suffocated by the wet clothes sticking to your body.

Alexia may be the captain of the team, but her threats matter very little when you have Jona wrapped around your finger. As long as you keep on producing results on the field, he’ll continue to turn a blind eye to whatever you do off it. Alexia, of course, is not happy with this little agreement you have with the manager.

“I’m being serious! What you’re doing is wrong and it’s setting a horrible example for the others. Por dios, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. This behavior is going to bite you in the ass, and when that happens, I won’t stand in the way.”

You try so hard to not roll your eyes but you’re sick and tired of all the lectures and threats. “Oh, that doesn’t surprise me one bit, babe. Let’s not pretend like you haven’t wanted me off this team from the moment I got here.”

Alexia takes a step back, surprised by what you said. “That’s not true.”

“Bullshit,” you counter, not afraid to call her out. “You’ve done nothing but give me a hard time, and for what? Because I like to go out with my friends? Jona doesn’t care and that’s all that matters. So, with all due respect, reina...,” you draw out the title you know she’s not too fond of, “either take it up with the big man or fuck off and leave me alone.”

If looks could kill, you’d be dead right now.

With her hands in tight fists by her side, Alexia takes a deep breath to regain control of her emotions. “Get changed, eat something, and get your act together before everyone else gets here.” Spoken through clenched teeth, her words are edged with anger.

“Yeah, yeah” you dismiss her, waving her away as she stomps out of the locker room.

The second Alexia is out of sight, you run to the nearest trash can and throw up all the fun you had last night.

“Fuck me, this is not going to be fun.”

Once you take your second shower of the day— thanks to Alexia, and get something in your stomach, you start to feel somewhat human again. There’s still someone inside your head going crazy with a jackhammer, but you’re confident you can push through it. After all, this isn’t your first rodeo.

Every once in a while, you have trouble saying no to a good party. Sometimes the party just so happens to fall on the night before a training session, and it is what it is.

Life is too short to make it all about football.

Alexia, on the other hand, can’t seem to wrap her head around that. The nagging is never-ending, the lectures make you want to slam your head against the wall, and her ‘better than you’ attitude has you wishing you never signed with Barça in the first place. If it was not for the fact that you’re playing the best football of your career, your agent would already be in contact with another club.

Under the blistering Barcelona sun, the team is huddled up in a circle listening to Jona’s instructions on the training session. Unfortunately, the pounding inside your head has only gotten worse which makes it difficult to pay attention to anything that is being said. All you want to do is crawl into bed and sleep for a week and a few days.

“You look like shit,” Mapi whispers in your ear rather matter-of-factly.

“Really? Because I feel fantastic.” Sarcasm drips from your lips and Mapi has to suppress her laughter in order to not draw any attention to the two of you.

Jona blows the whistle and you can only send a little prayer that he’ll take it easy on you today.

Alexia, however, seems to have other plans. Today of all days, she has decided to train with an unusual intensity. Your prayer clearly not answered as Alexia demands that very same intensity from the rest of her teammates, and especially from you. On the surface, it seems that all she wants is for the team to work hard, but deep down, you know this is nothing but a ploy so she can make you suffer.

Despite your current state, you’re determined to refuse her the satisfaction of seeing you on your knees, defeated. When she screams at you to run faster, you run faster. When she tackles you again and again, you make it a point to not stay down for too long. You do all of this through gritted teeth and a body screaming and begging for it all to stop.

The training session ends with free kick practice and your first attempt goes over the crossbar.

This gives Alexia a brilliant idea.

“For every shot missed, you’ll have to run the length of the pitch and back,” she commands, a smug smile on her lips.

You can feel everyone's eyes on you and this only makes your blood boil. It’s clear that you’re on the verge of passing out but no one dares to go up against Alexia and you can’t exactly blame them. She has the respect of everyone in on the team, coaching staff included, of course no one comes to your aid.

So, you have no choice but to run. Something you have done a million times before is now nearly impossible to accomplish. When you make it back, your vision is blurry and it’s a struggle to catch your breath— factors that only make it all that more difficult to get the ball in the net.

It’s no surprise when you miss.

“Again!”

With your hands on your knees, you shoot daggers at Alexia, hoping to convey with your eyes all the words you can’t say out loud. In return, she challenges you to speak up— her expression daring you to admit defeat so your punishment can come to an end and she can claim her victory.

The desire to prove her wrong outweighs your need for rest. Even with your heart aching in your chest, you manage to touch the goal post on the other end of the pitch but this time, barely manage make it back.

Black dots start to infiltrate your vision and you’re not sure you have any fight left in you. A free kick drill has now become a matter of life and death.

“Come on, you got this!”

Surprisingly, Claudia is the one who dares to speak up but she quickly has to hide behind Patri when Alexia shoots a deadly glare in her direction.

Pina’s interruption earns you a few more seconds and that makes it possible for you to get one good breath in. Her words of encouragement settle in your mind and feed your confidence.

You take three steps back and one to the side— as is your custom. A bead of sweat trickles down your forehead and its path leads dangerously close to your eye but you pay it no mind.

The moment you make contact with the ball you know it’s perfect. It’s the right amount of power and curve, making it drop under the crossbar just in time and into the back of the net.

Everyone seems to breathe out a sigh of relief with Alexia being the only exception. There’s so much you want to say but you know it’s not the right time nor place.

One thing is for certain; your revenge will be sweet.

Alexia leads the team to the locker room but you decide it’s best to stay behind. There’s a rage building up inside of you that needs to be controlled. So, you seek out a little bit of shade and take some time to calm yourself down before you do or say something that will surely get you in a lot of trouble, but you certainly won’t regret.

“You look like shit” Jona’s voice disrupts your thoughts. The young manager kneels by your side and offers you a bottle of water.

“So I’ve been told.”

Aware of your difficult relationship with Alexia, Jona has had to assume the role of peacemaker more than once. While he has often come to your defense when you’ve needed him the most, there have been times he has had to take a step back and allow you to feel the full extent of Alexia’s wrath.

“You deserved it this time, you know,” he says, and you have no strength to argue.

“I deserved to be punished yes, but that little stunt was so much more than that.”

It was one thing for Alexia to punish you for showing up hungover to practice, but it was another thing entirely to intentionally embarrass you in front of the entire team.

All you can think about is revenge.

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A few weeks have passed since your altercation with Alexia and since then, the two of you have not said more than two sentences to each other off the pitch.

On the pitch it’s a slightly different matter. Despite what Alexia might think, you know how to be a professional. When the whistle is blown, you’re able to put all your anger to the side and follow your captain's orders without a second thought. Once the 90 minutes are over, however, you don’t bother to give her a second glance.

Since you haven’t been in the greatest of moods lately, the plan was to stay in and have a quiet night in, but your friends don’t really believe in such a thing. All it took was one text for your night to take a very different turn.

📲: Otto Zutz tonight 😈

A favorite among your friends, Otto Zutz never disappoints. You’re no stranger to the club so you feel right at home surrounded by the steel pillars and cement walls.

One drink turns into two and you don’t bother to keep count after five. Under the influence of alcohol and of your mischievous friends, you ordered a bottle of Cristal only to shake it vigorously and spray it down to everyone on the dance floor. The huge roar that reverberated around the club was music to your ears.

The crowd below demands your attention so you make your way to them. The space is clouded with artificial smoke and fog, strobe lights flashing in sync with the music. You mix into the crowd and become one of many the bodies on the dance floor controlled by the onslaught of drumbeats.

It’s all going to perfection— until you spot her in the crowd. All the alcohol you have consumed has blurred your vision and the lighting in the club certainty doesn’t help, but you’re certain it’s her.

“Alexia,” you say to yourself.

You should turn away from her and ensure your night ends on a high, yet, you can’t fight the urge to talk to her. Somehow you manage to get through the sea of bodies in your way but now with her back to you, Alexia doesn’t see you approach her.

“What are you doing here, Putellas?,” your voice slurred, a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

When she turns around, you have to take a step back.

“Alba?”

Definitely not Alexia.

The sisters share a few similarities, but you have always been able to tell them apart. It’s a mistake you can only blame on the alcohol coursing through your veins.

“Well, look who we have here,” Alba, who has clearly had just as much to drink as you, pulls you in for a tight embrace and her hands waste no time settling on your lower back.

Unlike Alexia, Alba has always been particularly fond of you. It was innocent at first with just the occasional DM on Instagram, but it eventually progressed to lingering touches and suggestive whispers behind Alexia’s back. You haven’t dared to take it any further, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t entertained the possibility.

Just the idea of you and Alba getting together would be enough to drive Alexia crazy. If that idea were to ever become a reality…

With a hand on Alba’s waist, you lean in so she can hear you over the music, “dance with me.”

Her nails dig in ever so slightly into your back and her lips brush against your ear, giving you all the confirmation you need.

Revenge is sweet. ______

Spirits are high inside the locker room. The team is feeling extremely confident after a streak of great results, so there’s laughter and a lot of teasing as you get ready for training.

It’s the calm before the storm.

There’s a very notable absence in the locker room. Alexia, who is usually one of the very first to arrive, is nowhere to be seen.

Alba texted you last night to give you a heads up that Alexia had somehow found out about the two of you planning on going out on a date, and according to Alba, Alexia was not at all pleased with the idea. This, of course, didn’t surprise you. In fact, it’s what you wanted all along.

There is no doubt in your mind that going on a date with Alba is a horrible idea. You know it can only bring you trouble, but you still haven’t quite gotten over Alexia’s so called punishment. Not only that, it’s how much she seemed to enjoy watching you run back and forth, fighting for your life. For you, that moment was a declaration of war and as they say, all is fair in love and war.

The impact of the door crashing against the wall startles everyone in the locker room. The door closes itself with force behind Alexia as she zeros in on you. Her face a ferocious red, eyes burning with rage.

You love it.

Alexia marches in your direction, takes the cleats from your hands and throws them against the wall. “Stay the hell away from Alba!”

Everyone around you is frozen in shock at the scene that’s unfolding before their very eyes. It reminds you of the previous clash with Alexia, but this time, you have the upper hand.

“I don’t think Alba would like that very much,” you say, tilting your head slightly to the side with an arrogant smirk.

“My sister is off limits!”

You scoff at her words. “Alba is allowed to date whoever she wants,” you say, keeping your eyes on Alexia, “isn’t that right, Mapi?”

Mapi, completely taken off guard, immediately puts her hands up in defense, “I’m innocent in all of this.”

The fire in Alexia’s eyes continues to burn bright but you refuse to look away and you refuse to back down.

“Everyone out!”

Like loyal soldiers, everyone in the locker room packs up what they need and practically run out of the locker room. You get a few looks from some of your teammates on their way out, almost as they want to get their last look good look of you alive and breathing before Alexia gets her hands on you.

“I don’t think you understand how pissed off I am right now,” she says, her jaw set.

“Oh, believe me, babe. I understand.”

A wave of recognition crashes over her, and Alexia finally understands that all of this is just your way of getting revenge. “You’re doing this on purpose,” she breathes out, and she almost can’t believe her own words. “You’re seriously using my sister to get back at me?”

A shrug of the shoulders is all you give her as a response.

Alexia runs her fingers through her hair in frustration and begins to pace the room. You watch in amusement as she covers her face with her hands and lets out a muffled groan born out of frustration.

“You know training is about to start, right?”

Alexia stops in her tracks and finally looks at you, “what do I have to do?” she asks.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “what the hell are you talking about?”

Alexia takes a step closer and you notice the rage in her eyes has been replaced with icy determination. “Tell me what I have to do for you not to go on that date with Alba,” there’s a slight hesitation before she says, “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” Alexia nods once and for a brief moment, her expression falters revealing her fear of you actually taking her up on her offer.

You’re overwhelmed by the possibilities, but one thing is for certain, you want to keep this going for as long as possible.

“Fine,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. “If I can’t go out with Alba…” you take a pause, building up the anticipation much to Alexia’s displeasure, “...you’ll have to do.”

“What?”

“You heard me. If I can’t go out with Alba, you’ll have to go out with me instead.”

Alexia’s eyes open wide, her lips parted in disbelief. This is the first time you see her truly vulnerable and you have to fight the grin threatening to spread across your face.

“No, no, y-you can’t be serious,” she stutters, forcing herself to take a step back.

“Oh, I’m very serious,” you say, “but, you can always so no and I can just go out with Alba.”

This is a win-win situation for you and Alexia knows it. There’s no getting out of this one, so it’s all a matter of how far she’s willing to go to ensure you stay away from her sister.

“Ok,” she says, “I’ll do it,” her words spoken so softly you can barely hear her.

“I’m gonna need you to speak up.”

Alexia takes in a deep breath, draws her shoulders back, and looks you dead in the eye. “Fine, I will go out with you,” she finally says, and this time you can hear her just fine. “But, Alba can never know about this.”

You expected her to put up more of a fight, but it seems she’s desperate to make sure you stay as far away as possible from Alba. If it were anybody else you’d be offended, but you don’t care much about Alexia’s opinion of you.

Your smile makes her eye twitch, her jaw clenched so tight that it’s a little concerning. Still, Alexia stands her ground and accepts her fate.

“Well, that’s settled then,” you say, closing the distance Alexia created.

There’s a pause. You scan her features, watching the subtle signs of tension around the corners of her mouth. When her tongue darts out to wet her lips, an unexpected shiver runs down your spine.

“You’re all mine.”

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Part 2

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine

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myths-tournaments · 7 months

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Awful Characters Round 1 Part 1 (6/8)

Propaganda under the cut!

DIO BRANDO

why i like him: he’s evil, he’s funny, he’s a vampire, he’s a dick for no reason, he’s British, he’s bisexual, he stops time, and everything bad that happens in the series is his fault why he deserves to be in: LITERALLY kicks puppies, that’s his THING. Ruins adoptive brother’s life just because he’s Mean and Evil. Kills people. Kills animals. Does weird horrible things to people for literally no reason. Turns people into zombies. Kisses women without their consent. Brainwashes people. Seduces lovers and sucks their blood while a weird old lady watches in the corner. Ruins generations of lives even after his ass is dead. can you be cancelled by twitter users: yes absolutely

BELIAL

Belial is the primal beast/angel of cunning, and one of the main antagonist of the side story "What makes the sky blue". He's the very first primal in existence and had a profound romantic and sexual devotion for his creator, Lucilius. So profound that he commited all sort of crimes to get Lucilius's love and approval, and only got worse in worse when Lucilius only showed distate for him. Mind you those were crimes Lucilius wanted him to do, but Belial was just never enough compared to the second primal beast, Lucifer, the angel overseeing Evolution. List of crimes includes: -Provoked like 3 attempted apocalypses -Organized a group of rebel fallen angels in order to make them Lucilius's experiments subjects later, torturing all of them for thousand of years. -When Lucilius was beheaded by Lucifer, Belial vowed to bring Lucilius back to life…. By organizing Lucifer's murder and beheading him in order to use Lucifer's corpse to sew Lucilius's head on it -Also managed to blame Lucifer's boyfriend for Lucifer's death because "well it's your fault he died since he was trying to protect you so he wasn't fighting at his full strength :/" -He is also extremely sexual and is constantly talking about wanting to orgasm on the spot, or engage in sexual intercourses with anyone he encounters -Also the type of person who kills his one night stands after he's done with them. -Calls torturing people for fun just himself indulging in his SM side. -He's spoken a lot about his goal to Fuck Lucifer's Corpse, in front of Lucifer's boyfriend. -Also is constantly doing sexual remarks to said boyfriend. -He's torn the wings of the one person who was still loyal to him (technically to save his life but he lied that he was doing it just to torture him) -Also he lies all the time and backstabbed everyone we ever see him make plans with -Guilttripped the protagonist by faking his suicide -Helped the protagonist at the last hour during their fight against Lucilius in order to be locked into an interdimensional prison for all of eternity with the man who hates his guts, out of love for him, while the guy couldn't think of a worst way to spend eternity. -But by helping us i mean "gave us a ship, and then we learnt that he left a bomb on that ship, nearly killing us" -Has been appearing in MC's dreams regularly to manipulate them into embracing a magic that will make MC his puppet -Managed to mind control MC for long enough to have MC try to kill their soulmate. -In the spin off fighting game he mind controlled a lot of people in the same way to make them his puppets and force them to try to kill their loved ones. -He's described in the game as "Just, The Worst". -Has this for theme song and we're supposed to think it's normal: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2MHUJTciRg Personally i like him a lot because there's Layers to his depravity, mainly also that the horny feels a lot like an act some of the time, and that he's ultimately a man with intense inferiority complex and self destructive because he wants the love of his uncaring creator at all cost.

He's fairly popular in the fanbase but i've somewhat also seen a LOT of takes about how you're a bad person if you stan him. Mainly i've once seen a call out post saying all fans of Granblue Fantasy are bad because "Belial is a pedophile" quickly followed by "but i never played granblue". Like. The dude's a canon necrophile why did you need to add a crime he didn't commit on the list. (pretty sure it was on the list since he's an immortal guy who's two thousands years old who flirts with mortal people so there is Always An Age Gap but didn't he commit worse than that by now.) I've also seen some people hate him for how clingy he is to Lucilius and how he's earned all the abuse he recieves from his creator, but i don't know if those groups sweeped as low as to call his fans bad for it lmao. Oh right and once he was trending on Twitter and a lot of catholic people started to cause an outrage because "how could the youth worship the demon Belial by making him an anime boy, you're all going to hell", it was fun! There's a lot more problematic characters in the franchise that would honestly fit more to this prompt, but Belial is the only one who's popular enough to have people, even outside of the Granblue fanbase, make judgement on people who like him because he's Terrible.

pollrunner's note: belial's propaganda was all from one person and is supposed to be one big quote block but tumblr didn't like that so I had to split it up a little bit

#awful characters tournament #tournament poll #awful characters round 1 #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #dio brando #granblue fantasy #belial gbf #wmtsb

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starlightsearches · 2 years

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I just need you to know that I have been thinking of Mix Tape nonstop ever since you posted it. The way that you write Eddie is *chefs kiss* and the stupidly cute mutual pining is everything. I love them and I am begging (in your own time and if you feel up to it at any point) for more to this story.

Mixtape pt. 2

part one here

I am so glad that you're obsessed with them because I am obsessed with them, too. I actually cried a little writing some of this :') I hope it lives up to the first part 💖

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated 🥰

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: the last part wasn't gendered, but the reader is jokingly referred to as Eddie's girlfriend in this one. No pronouns. Some angst but a very happy ending, lots of music references, language, and I'm very sorry if anyone feels I've misinterpreted the lyrics to Dio's Rainbow in the Dark 😬

You're still turning the little black button in your fingers when the bell above the door rings. The shelves are pretty tall between the entrance and where you stand, but you'd recognize the bright blue brim of that thinking cap anywhere.

"Hey Dustin," you can't help but smile at him as he appears, no matter how shitty you feel. He's a sweet kid, and his presence had grown on you—almost as much as Eddie's has. You were surprised to learn they were friends, at first—until you found out that Eddie spent most of his paychecks on new D&D manuals and that Dustin had the mouth of a sailor.

"Hey," he smiles back—a nice, big smile that makes his eyes go squinty—drumming his fingers on the counter, "is Eddie here?"

You feel your own smile falter, glancing back over your shoulder so he wouldn't notice. "Yeah, just in the back, I think."

You know that's where he is. You've been hiding from each other for the past hour.

Dustin nods, already familiar with the store layout even if the door to the back wasn't clearly labeled employees only. Eddie's voice reaches you through the opening Dustin leaves when he enters.

"Henderson! The fuck are you doing here?"

He sounds just like he always does—a thin veil of sarcasm doing nothing to hide the fact that he's happy to see Dustin. You can picture their greeting well enough, their clasped palms, Eddie's sweet smile.

Dustin responds in the same snarky tone. "Your girlfriend let me back."

That catches your attention. You reach for the dial on the radio beside you, turning the volume down as low as you could manage without attracting their notice, hoping to catch more of their conversation.

Too bad for you. There's no more words spoken between them; all you hear is a harsh shhh, and then some footsteps, followed by the sound of the door latching shut.

And then silence.

Your mind buzzes. Your girlfriend. Dustin had called you Eddie's girlfriend.

You do your best to temper the nerves in your stomach—he might just be making fun of you, teasing Eddie about your obsessive crush. Maybe Eddie was embarrassed, and he'd shut the door, hoping you wouldn't hear him and get any crazy ideas. Maybe he and Henderson were stifling their laughs right now, choked up about how gullible you could be.

There's only one way to find out.

Getting caught listening outside the door would be mortifying—like change your name and leave the state mortifying—so you grab the feather duster from beneath the counter and made your way to the back shelves.

It's quieter here, out of range of the radio speakers and further from the street entrance and the occasional roar of passing cars. There's always a lull around this time of day; it's just you and the deep rumble of Eddie's voice, muffled behind the wall.

You don't let yourself breathe, barely brushing the duster over the shelves, just to be sure it won't make any noise. It takes a moment for your ears to adjust, but you manage to piece together a few of the words he's saying.

Thought. Me. Never. Hasn't. None of them make any sense, not until the last.

Mixtape.

There was no avoiding it anymore. If you wanted any answers, you'd have to listen.

Your bag is behind the counter, and you rush back to it, digging through its depths until your fingers wrap around the cassette player.

His tape is still in there, even if you couldn't listen—carrying it around felt like you were keeping a piece of Eddie with you. Maybe the only piece you'd ever have. You'd spent plenty of time turning the tape in your fingers, tracing the shape of Eddie's messy scrawl on the label—your name, written in permanent marker.

You slip the headphones around your neck with shaking hands and a deep breath, popping one of the speakers over your ear and leaving the other free in case somebody walked in.

The tape whirs to life, putting you back where you'd last left off—about twenty seconds into the opening track. Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin.

It was one of the first songs you and Eddie had in common.

It had been maybe your second or third shift together. You'd been humming along at the register while he restocked some of the shelves, watching him warily. It was easy to feel intimidated by Eddie—he made sure of that with the way he dressed. Beyond showing him around the stock room and letting him know when you were going to take lunch, you'd hardly said three words to him. But you'd looked at him a lot.

You can still picture the way he'd leaned over the counter, with his shirt just riding up over the hem of his jeans, twisting the dial up with his long, slender fingers. Can still see the way he'd glanced up at you with his big, brown eyes, his mouth turned up at the corner.

"I love this song."

It was the first thing you could think to say, stunned stupid under his gaze. His smile grew wider, his head nodding in approval. When he winked at you, your heart raced.

"You have good taste."

The encounter had stayed on your mind for weeks after.

You press on the fast-forward button until it clicks, letting the tape wind past the song and its familiar melody. It's an hour and a half long tape, and you don't have time to listen to all of it, on a mission to find the one he'd said reminded him of you—the one about the rainbow in the dark.

You let it play every few minutes, and you recognize most of the songs—impromptu concerts you'd put on together in between customers, songs you'd argued bitterly over for weeks on end. You actually laugh out loud when you turn the tape and hear the opening chords to Wham!'s Heartbeat, thinking about the way he'd gotten on his knees, begging you to switch the station whenever it came on.

Your palms grow slick the closer you get to the end. Not a single song has even mentioned rainbows. Heart sinking, you just catch the ending of The Promise, and you wait for the familiar click signifying that the tape has ended. Instead you're met with a flood of guitar.

The new melody washes over you—stronger than you'd expected—and you slip the other headphone over your ear, ready to get lost in it.

It has to be this one. It has to be.

The lyrics aren't what you'd thought—or hoped—they would be. Nothing overly romantic. No I love yous or you complete mes. It's somber, really—all about what it feels like to be alone, without hope. No sign of the morning coming. No light at all.

. . . except the rainbow in the dark.

Oh.

You play it again, and again, listening closely to the lyrics, letting the notes twine through your fingers and the guitar shake your soul. When you go to swipe the headphones down around your neck, you find tears on your cheek.

It was a love song. All of them were. They were love songs because he loved them. They were love songs because he wanted to give them to you.

It was so easy to imagine him sat intently by his radio or with his boom box, waiting for each song to come on and sorting through tape after tape, hardly moving when it recorded so the audio could stay pure. How he'd picked each of these songs and remembered you, thought of you, dreamed of you. With every song he'd found and recorded, the words were repeated. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Eddie loved you.

You stand abruptly, throwing the cassette player to the table and ripping the mixtape from inside, running because you have to let him know that you love him, too.

The door flies open and you find Eddie pacing, Dustin sat on the step stool.

With one look at your tear stained face, Eddie's on Dustin, gripping him hard by the shoulder and forcing him out of the door.

"Out."

You hear him pushing Dustin towards the front despite the boy's high-pitched protests. The bell rings, and then Eddie's back, quicker than you thought possible.

He meets you with a few quick strides—immediately kicked into protective overdrive, stroking a soothing pattern over your skin with his thumbs, warm hands cupped around your arms and his eyes heavy with worry.

"Hey, baby, what happened? Did the creep come back? Because I've been telling you you don't have to talk to him anymore, okay? I can take care of it—"

You shake your head, forcing his silence. "It's not that."

He spies the cassette in your outstretched hands, and recognition dawns, his cheeks flushing pink.

"Oh."

That's all he can say.

You're both motionless in the silence, staring into each other's eyes, and you try to form your mouth around the words you've been wanting to say for way too long.

The only one's you manage are: "I didn't know."

There's relief in the grin he gives you, in the laugh that follows, and it breaks across his face like sunshine when he pulls you closer and you don't pull away.

"You didn't know," he repeats, staring up at the ceiling with a incredulous laugh, "honey, I thought I was being obvious."

And you're laughing, too, high-pitched and breathless, drunk on this feeling of his hands and his voice and his laugh. Your voice is small when you tell him the truth.

"I thought you were making fun of me."

Eddie's eyes go wide, his fingers inching forward, wrapping around your waist.

"About this, baby? Never. About your taste in music, though—"

You scoff in fake offense, rolling your eyes, but nothing sticks when you're feeling this happy. "Shut up."

You slap him on the shoulder just looking for an excuse to touch him. He traps your hand in his, pulling it to his heart, its beat under your fingers as familiar as your favorite song.

"How about you make me?"

Yeah, you can do that.

You press up onto your tiptoes, catching his lips against yours, and he kisses you back, bowing your spine under the weight of his insistence, one arm snaking around you, holding you close. He kisses you long, and soft, and deep—making up for lost time—the mixtape trapped between you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #my writing #requests

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trashmouth-richie · 1 year

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So, I don't know if you've already done something like this, but what about a reader who's been Eddie's neighbor and best friend for years. Wayne has been trying to set them up since they were children, but it never worked out, until Valentine's day, and Eddie realizes just how many guys are planning on asking the reader to be their valentine, and he realizes that he was in love with her all along...just besties pining after eachother

I hope this wasn't too specific or too vague 💋

I am here to serve 💕💕

Eddie x Bestfriend!Reader

W.C 1.1k

“Blegh, Valentine’s Day?” Eddie says, jumping up slightly as he rips down another streamer from the water stained ceiling of Hawkins High. “How many made up holidays can they come up with before people catch on?! It’s conformity…” you roll your eyes and laugh as your best friend goes on another tangent about the societal norms.

You two had been best friends since you could remember. One day you were swinging by yourself on the rundown swing set next to the abandoned lot and the next you were laying on top of another trailer with the boy who just moved in with his uncle, listening to him explain the story behind the Big Dipper. After that you two were inseparable. Every awkward stage, every time your mom kicked you out for back talking, there was Eddie.

“… it’s bullshit! Don’t you agree?” Eddie says, slamming down his metal lunchbox on the table.

“I mean someone pouring their heart out to you, telling you that they’re into you? I think it sounds kinda… nice.” You say weakly as you shove a forkful of green beans into your mouth.

“Nice?! Y/N, have you lost your mind?!” Eddie is all but screaming in disbelief, “You’re saying that if any jackass in this school cafeteria were to drop you a valentine and that says ‘BE MINE’ on it you’d actually consider it??”

“Yes! Eddie I might! Considering I’ve already gotten three of them in my locker! Now if you’d excuse me, I’m going outside where your little rant, about holidays with cherubs is disgraceful to overweight babies, can’t be heard!” You stomp away throwing your entire tray in the trash. Why couldn’t Eddie open his stupid beautiful brown eyes and see that you wanted some dumb grand gesture, but not from anyone from him.

All of the hellfire boys have their mouths hung open as you stomp away. Eddie's face is bright red in embarrassment. Or is it jealousy?

“Dude are you fucking blind?” Dustin barks as he wipes gravy from his upper lip.

“What?” Eddie asks as he shakes his head lightly and opens his lunchbox, pulling out another sad bag of stale pretzels. “What the hell are you talking about Henderson?”

Dustin makes eyes at Gareth and the rest of the boys and they all know. Everyone but Eddie knows. It’s so blatantly obvious but he just couldn’t make heads or tails of it. “Nothing, you’ll get it eventually, or not I mean your track record isn’t—” a pretzel goes whizzing into Dustin’s face as Eddie flicks it, “hey!”

Later that day on the way home, Eddie hadn’t spoken another word about Valentine’s Day. He was clearly annoyed. You could tell because DiO was playing and he wasn’t singing along to it. “You alri—”

“So who are they from?”

“Huh?”

“The Valentine’s, no sorry, the three Valentine’s you got.” Eddie says, chewing on his finger nails and speeding down the road.

“It’s not important” you whisper as you pick your cuticles. You wanted to tell him how you felt about him but you were scared of his rejection.

“Obviously it is if you stomped away after yelling about it at the lunch table.” Eddie challenged.

“Steve Harrington, and two anonymous ones” you breathe out all in one breath.

Eddie is muttering to himself as he keeps driving. “What’s wrong Eddie?”

“Nothing, I’m great.” He pulls the van up against the side of his house and opens his door jumping outand slamming it with a huff. You’re still inside of his van, confused as to what the hell his problem was. He asked! So why was it bothering him?

Eddie spent the greater half of the night blaring loud music and smoking too many joints. Which wasn’t different from any other night, but this time he was doing it to calm himself down as he paced around his trailer. At this rate he would wear a pattern in the floor and the hallway wall like the lady from “The Yellow Wallpaper”. He was pissed. Who the fuck did Steve think he was giving you a Valentine? It obviously was a joke! Steve didn’t know you like he did. Steve didn’t know that you cross your fingers and raise your feet over every bridge you drive over. Steve didn’t know that you once cut your own bangs short and crooked after Eddie got his own bangs tangled in a comb and Wayne had to cut it out just so he wouldn’t feel stupid. And Steve certainly didn’t know that you hated your smile even though it was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. Eddie stops mid pacing removing the joint from his lips as the realization hits him.

A small clink hits your window as you finish up the last bit of homework from Chemistry. You know it’s Eddie, even before he does the secret knock. “You know you don’t have to throw rocks at the window when you can just reach up and—” Before you can finish your sentence Eddie is climbing head first into the window. Knocking over a lamp and papers all over the dresser in his graceful manner.

He stands to his full height and gives you an award winning smile, which quickly fades as he throws his hands in his pocket and comes out with a piece of paper. “Eddie what the hell?”

“Just shh! I need to get his out before I fucking barf all over your room like that chick from ‘The Exorcist’.” He says as his hands shake while he opens the paper.

Eddie hands the paper to you and scribbled in his handwriting below a cartoon of two people, one who oddly resembled yourself and another with long hair and a leather jacket, were two words BE MINE?

“Listen I know this is cheesy as hell, and I’m really sorry for the way I acted but thinking of you with another guy makes me want to drive my van off a cliff. I’m so fucking in love with you, sweetheart. All these years I have been but I guess I never really knew how to—” it was Eddie’s turn to shut up.

You yanked him down to you by his leather jacket and pulled him into a kiss. He tasted like weed and spearmint gum. You’re both smiling and giggling like two little kids who stole money for candy.

“So is that a yes?”

You press your lips to him again & whisper, “I’m, yours.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson angst #steve harrington #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson boyfriend

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hunter-sylvester · 1 year

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Hunter Sylvester Bands List

An INCOMPLETE list of some of the bands Hunter is canonically implied to listen to.

This includes bands from the spoken list, written list, his posters & more.

(With a few snippets of my opinion bleeding through because I am a dick sometimes lmao)

We’ll start of with some easy ones, the lists.

The bands Hunter verbally lists to Kevin:

Black Sabbath

Iron Maiden

Judas Priest

Metallica

Anthrax

Slayer

Megadeth

Motorhead

Guns N Roses (movie’s wrong)

Rage Against The Machine

Pantera

Emperor

Tool

Dio

Meshuggah

Opeth

Slipknot

Mastodon

Lamb Of God

Additional bands from the written lists he gives to Kevin:

Van Halen

Sepultura

Avenged Sevenfold (ugh)

Gojira

Kvelertak

Additional bands he wears t-shirts of:

Misfits

King Diamond

The stickers in Hunter’s locker:

Napalm Death

Mayhem

Cannibal Corpse (it’s only half a sticker but the font matches up)

Death

Other references:

Celtic Frost (Phone Background)

Gorgoroth (D&D character, ‘Malmsteen Of Gorgoroth’)

Okay, now for some of his posters:

Danzig

Paradise Lost

Ghost

Ozzy Osbourne (kind of included with Sabbath but he has an Ozzy poster so eh)

Blood Incantation

Morbid Angel

Pallbearer

Baroness

Katatonia

Gwar

Bell Witch

The Black Dahlia Murder

In Flames (movie’s wrong, don’t ask)

Testament

Twisted Sister (?????????)

The Sword

August Burns Red

Red Fang

Tomb Mold

Trivium

Amon Amarth

Goblin Cock

Attila

Steve Vai/Whitesnake

Black Label Society

Agalloch

Nile

Goatwhore

Obituary

Manowar (meh)

Poison Idea (random but ok)

I just left the ticket stubs out all together because there was some in there that I’m like...no??? They’re kinda hard to read at times anyway because a lot of them are super faded.

Again, this is not even remotely everything but I wanted to list some of the ones I’ve jotted down over time.

Screen-grab at the top of this post is yet another excellent example of Hunter giving Kevin ‘love me eyes.’

Also look at his stupid little bejeweled skull.

Look at it. This silly fucker.

He’s just like me fr

#metal lords #metallords #hunter sylvester #metalhead #my post #hunterwriteswords #<- I guess???#hunter metal lords #metal lords 2022 #I have two more posts of -around- this length drafted I just can't seem to finish those #just like posts of this ilk #not lists but just long unnecessary posts lmao #if there's glaring mistakes no there isn't akshdka #weirdly nervous to post this one idk

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princelylove · 6 months

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Hmm beside Jotaro and Noriaki, I also interested in Dio part 3, Risotto, Jolyne, Pucci. Do you have any headcanon for them, nsfw is fine :) Like what type of yandere they are and their dirty secret?

Also do you take request writing fic/headcanon/drabble or you just like writing character analyze like this?

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Sure, I’ll take those sorts of requests. I’ll get around to making a proper rules list eventually. I already squeeze my headcannons into my interpretations quite a bit, but it’s completely fine to ask “Can I get some general headcannons about x” or “Can I get some headcanons about how x would deal with y?” as long as we keep the reader neutral, so like “Could I get headcannons for how Risotto treats a short reader?” isn’t really interesting to me, “How do you think Risotto flirts/shows his love? What if I deny him? What if I play into it?” is more my field. I might bend a little in the future if something does interest me like that, so shoot your shot. Don’t get discouraged if I reject an idea, I love receiving asks and it isn’t personal if I turn something down. I’m cooking some actual fics and little drabbles up, they’re fair game as well.

Dio is an absolute authority, he views himself as the end of all roads. You might be inclined to think that he’d fall for the avoidant type, someone who refuses him, but he’s fine with letting someone like that go- you’re just not ready to find DIO yet. You’ll come around, his cute little pet. They always come around. He’s patient, and despite his eye twitching when you turn him away, he’ll wait.

Dio wants someone who loves him more than anything ever. It’s all he’s ever wanted. So if you’re oh-so-good to him, treat him like he’s divine, he’ll show how pleased he is in small ways. You’re allowed certain privileges (Ones you had anyway, as he loves you..) now that you’re so obedient. And by privileges, he means things that he would want if he were in your position. Wink wink. You’re lacking in the offerings every week category.

Dio gives you him-appropriate gifts. Solid gold bracelets to adorn those beautiful wrists of yours. Makeup that makes your complexion pop. He becomes a bit overbearing, he’s involved in every aspect of your life- as he should be. What a privilege.

I still think Dio is incredibly insecure. You’re what makes him feel good, he thrives on your praise. He becomes a lot more tolerable if you sing his praises constantly. Dio isn’t the most stable, so if you suddenly stop all the sweet talk, he’ll consider eating you and starting over. Oops.

“Tell me you love me.”

I view Risotto as a dog. Some people are just doglike to me, he's like a guard dog that won't move even with a treat on his nose. He's strict- he won't allow such an indulgence as having an actual partner, not while the boss is on his ass all the time about work.

Risotto will hold off on any and all urges in favor of stalking you. It's not like it's hard. His stand allows him to get as close as he wants to without violating any of the rules that he set for himself about you. His rules are simple, too. No contact. No stealing. No touching, even when you're asleep. No restocking your fridge to make sure his darling eats dinner.

What Risotto lacks in expression he has in patience. He's happy to keep you as a bit of a hobby, never needing to fight himself on his rules like you might expect the typical stalker to. He's normally so happy about playing guardian angel- you really do need him. He keeps you safe. He locks your door when you forget, he shuts your blinds and opens them just before you awaken, and he adores your commentary to any animal you might keep as a pet. So adorable. So perfect. He'd give anything to keep things the way they are, even if it means staying out of it- for the time being.

I think he’s a very soft-spoken man, actually. He mutters a bit. His voice is slow and clear when he wants it to be, but he just cannot talk that way to you of all people. His attempts to be gentle with you, provided he actually breaks his no-contact, are futile. His deep voice and lack of tone are likely to come off as aggressive, even when he’s telling you how sweet you sound. Poor Risotto. He’s not a man of many words, it’s rare he just says something without thinking.

He shows his love via acts of service, if you can say “showing.” Risotto loves to take care of people. His fantasies are mainly about washing you, dressing you, making you something to eat… He wants to give you the easy life that he never got. Risotto sort of treats you like an animal the more you resist his love. Cats are silly, aren’t they. They don’t know that they need to stay still for you to clip their nails. That’s exactly how he views you.

“Don’t move. This is good for you.”

#🏵️ anon #yandere dio #yandere risotto nero #yandere dio x reader #yandere risotto nero x reader #request granted

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silver-wield · 22 days

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Final Fantasy VII Rebirth Review Chapter 12

Okay, this collection of posts will be filled with spoilers, including clips and screenshots, so if you don't wanna see things, then don't look. Some of the things I'm gonna highlight will include references to Remake and other sources to link with the overarching plot. This is a straight path playthrough with no sidequests or extra content.

Onto the guilded saucer!

First things first, we gotta find Dio, and with arrangements made to represent him in a battle royale the next day (yeah it's the OG monster battles only way better) we head off to get some sleep.

Entering hotel we hear an announcement that a contest to become Rosa for the play is over and they're not accepting more entries, and yet as we pass Aerith we see her writing up an entry that she not only enters late, but wins. Because that's how things go when you're the Mary Sue and decide you wanna do something.

Yes this annoys me. If a contest is closed then you don't get to enter, let alone win. This is bullshit.

Anyway, Cloud has a two hr nap in which we get another sneak peek into Zack's world where he hears a bunch of confusing info from Marlene before heading off to find help for Cloud, but gets intercepted by a note from Biggs.

Back in the main scenario, Cloud has a date. What happens on each date is specific for Cloud's feelings to them, though all the dates are optional and there's no default.

Jessie plays a vr ballerina version of Rosa, which makes Tifa and Barret cry.

The second stage of the play is viewer interactive where the audience can take the role of a character in it.

There's three battles and some fun dialogue choices. If you confess to Varvados instead of Rosa, Barret breaks character for a second to be all "are you kidding me with this?" 🤣

The third act of the play is the contest winner singing. Yeah, I'm still annoyed they let her win a closed contest and somehow have music and production cued to the lyrics she hastily scribbled down within two hours of learning about the contest.

After the play is the gondola ride, although it's now called the sky wheel. Each date has a different conversation and plays out to a different mood depending on how Cloud feels about them.

In both Tifa and Aerith's dates we see a flashback to Tifa telling Aerith about how Cloud recalled Zack. This is before she started writing the song lyrics. Tifa tells Cloud she hasn't had a chance to. Aerith tells him nothing important was spoken about.

Tifa goes onto imply she's aware Aerith has feelings for Cloud, and Cloud reassures her the only one he has feelings for is Tifa before they share the only kiss in the game.

The following day we see the Turks on approach to the GS before we hit up the arena and get into a series of battles that ends in a second round against corneo and his sewer monster.

Obviously our heroes win and give him an extended cut of their threats from Remake before he runs off to go harass people in Wutai ready for part three.

The devs in a shady bit of piss taking, have Cloud and Tifa high five just like he did with Aerith in the last set of coliseum bouts.

With Dio triumphant, we're about to get the keystone when the Turks get in the way. Cait Sith betrays us and the party splits to chase his traitorous ass down.

Cloud, Tifa and Aerith are our trio for the rematch against the Turks but before we're done, Rufus shows up for another one on one with Cloud.

Why? Who knows. He's a petulant sob who doesn't like losing 🤷

After Cloud kicks corporate ass, we go on a kitty hunt, but one that's more serious than finding Tifa or Betty's kitties.

When we finally catch up to Cait, it's too late to stop him. The Turks leave and Cait has to face the music. Tifa stops Barret from shooting him, but everybody has had enough and leaves him behind after Vincent lets them know he can find the Turks location.

The play itself is the bulk of the chapter and we get three different versions of it. I honestly have very little interest in Loveless and I found the first part kinda dull. The interactive part is fun and also has slight differences in dialogue and actions between each of his dates. I've only played Tifa's because, frankly, idgaf about the other dates. The intimacy between Cloud and Tifa on the sky wheel is everything and I'm so glad they showed how proactive Cloud is with her. He initiates the kiss and everything else. He engages her with conversation. He's the one staring at her while she's looking at the fireworks. He's being shown as very much into her.

#FF7Rebirth spoilers

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dios-favourite-simp · 9 months

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dio pet play but He is the pet i beg 🤲

You pull the leash taught, the collar around Dio's neck pulling his head back to look into his eyes. His face is unusually flushed. It's not often you get to see him in this position, on his hands and knees with a gag in his mouth and collar tight around his thick neck. You lay a hand on his ass, slowly stroking down to cup his balls and feeling his drooling cock twitch in response.

"You're so pretty like this, my lord," you state, leaning against him and kissing his forehead.

He twitches his face away, huffing indignantly.

"now, now," you purr warningly, pressing the thick head of the strap against his exposed ass, "I thought you agreed to be good for me today?" You tantalisingly nudge the ring at the very base of his cock, reminding him you could take it off at any time, but only if he stopped being a bratty asshole.

Dio glares at you, wordlessly grinding himself against it. He'd never admit in a thousand years how much he enjoyed being fucked like this, but his wanton moans and how hard he'd cum every time was enough for you to know he wanted more. Being restrained like this - under a mortal, no less - was embarrassing. It made his cock nearly painfully hard.

Tutting, you pull your hips back. "You have to be good if you want me to fuck you, my lord," You reach forward and pull the gag out of his mouth "do you want me to fuck you?"

All he gives you is a stern glare from under his arm and a grunt.

You chuckle "I couldn't hear you, pet" you say condescendingly, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back to look at you properly: the look in his eyes is sinful "do you want to get fucked or not?"

He can't help but moan shakily, desperately pressing his ass into your hips "yes~" he drawls.

The both of you had been at this for nearly an hour, the vampire pressed beneath you getting needier by the minute as you'd edge his now desperate cock and pet his head. Of course he still had an attitude - this was Dio - so you'd frequently had to administer some light reprimands by dragging out the edging longer and longer, slapping his ass and peppering his neck, chest and thighs with bites.

"How bad do you want it?"

Your hand finds its way to his throbbing dick, slowly gliding along the silky skin and letting it drool precum into your waiting palm. Smirking, you pull your hand up to his pretty face, pushing your fingers into his mouth and making him taste himself. He lewdly sucks on your fingers.

You scoff at his lewd display, deciding to reward him.

Splashing some lube against his waiting hole you push in with ease, the thick strap on gliding along his walls and eliciting a deep, delicious moan from his throat. Your smaller hands grip his waist, stroking his hard body before finding their purchase at the junction between his torso and legs.

He loved this position, so you're able to start thrusting within a short amount of time. You bottom out, slowly pulling back about half of the length of the large strap before slipping it back in, movements slow and deliberate. He wants you to bend him in half and rail him, but you've decided to save that for later.

"Harder," he grunts, gripping the sheets.

"pets only speak when spoken to," you snap, looping the leash around your hand and pulling, he chokes out a strained moan as your hips thrust forward sharply, your other hand slapping his thick ass hard.

Dio arches his back, the supple curves and divots of his muscles making your cheeks heat up a bit as they ripple beneath his white skin. Running your hands over his body, feeling up the solid planes of his torso, you press your chest against him, moving your hips faster.

The moans coming from the huge vampire beneath you are sinful, to say the least - the deliberate thrusts of your hips bringing him closer and closer to the edge. The leash around his neck has been abandoned, you've taken you simply grabbing the collar itself and pulling it back hard. His eyes are hazy with pleasure, trying to focus on you but failing.

"Beg," you spit, clamping your teeth down on his flushed, pointed ear. This makes him whine, his voice strained against the painfully tight collar.

"P-please," Dio pants "let me cum, please,"

Hearing his broken voice, full of pleasure and close to the edge, snaps something inside you. Your languid thrusts snap to rough ones, the slapping of skin on skin loud and hot. You fist his cock, desperately throbbing in your hand, and are rewarded by what can only be described as a squeal.

He cums hard, painting the bedsheets with his spend, his asshole tightening around the thick strap. You slam your hips into him, grinding deep, hard inside of him as he rides out his orgasm. When he's finally done, he's limp and shaky beneath you.

You gently pull out with a satisfying pop, lube dribbling down his shivering thighs. Pressing against him, you plant gentle kisses on his tender neck, unfastening the collar and letting his head drop.

"Good boy~" you purr into his ear, eliciting a haughty grunt from the vampire. Even after being fucked like a cheap whore he's attempting to maintain his air of superiority, which makes you laugh at him lovingly.

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sorry it took me so long to get to u!!! as you can tell I'm a fan of subby Dio, sometimes the big vampire man needs to be put in his place 😔🫴

#dio brando #dio brando smut #dio x reader #n s f w warning #dio #cw n s f w #bottom dio #bottom!dio #top!reader

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dootznbootz · 4 months

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Are you feeling funky enough to give us some Diomedes + Sthenelus/Odysseus (idk how many ships Dio has, I'm sorry) thoughts?

(anonymous because you most likely already know who I am)

I actually don't know right now. I am that fried, Iro :D

DioSthe are my boys and I love them a lot. I sadly don't know everything about them but I still love them a lot. Sthenelus is Diomede's little hypeman and that means SO much to me. They've known each other for a long time and are basically QPPs for a long time. It's a thing where Diomedes doesn't think much of it sadly for a long long time despite still caring about Sthenelus but he doesn't realize how deeply he means to Sthenelus until YEARS later. I sadly don't have many fic ideas for them other than a basic confession and smaller moments throughout.

So like yeah, OdyDio is basically toxic exes because it's funny to me and because of how Odysseus treats Diomedes in the Iliad. They are basically this vine

Odysseus: Remember one time, I liked you? Diomedes: You mean the time when we were teenagers? When we were kissing but then you fucking bit me, called me names, and ran away? Odysseus: GOOD! Cuz never happened! >:D Diomedes: ... Odysseus: AH-HA! HAHA! 🤪 🖕(leaves, thinking he's "won") Diomedes:... Fucking...Fucking weirdo Sthenelus: Don't worry about him.😤 I don't even know why Athena likes him. Diomedes: That's exactly why she likes him...Why he's kind of cool too... Sthenelus: Oh ...Wanna make out? Diomedes: *sighs* Yeah.🥺

I don't know if I'll ever write this and if I'll just reference it. But basically, Odysseus and Diomedes FIRST met around 11-13 but didn't hang out as much as they're RIVALS. But had their "kiss" and "romance" when Odysseus was around 17 and Dio around 15-16. Odysseus just became king so he's just traveling just to do shit.

They're chilling but then they somehow get to talking about relationships as Odysseus has never really had one while Diomedes has. I have Odysseus Asexual/demisexual and basically had no relationship ever before because he has high fucking standards and usually gets mean to people who have a crush on him.

To me, Odysseus has always been a hopeless romantic (For Penelope, he plays wedding music when they reunite. their tree bed??? Men were expected to decorate their bedrooms before getting married but Odysseus went ALL FUCKING OUT WHEN HE DIDN'T NEED TO!!!|| How he talks to Penelope and talks about her??? He's canonically super romantic! He's always been a hopeless romantic and it's why he was "picky" about romance/marriage propositions before Penelope. anytime someone had a crush on him, he's not feeling it. He just fucks with them.

He's almost genuinely offended in a way, especially if they have barely spoken. Saying you want to hang out is fine as the friendship he's down for and you're safe as long as you don't flirt with him basically. But flirting or offering something??

A princess is now afraid of her woods because he pranked her to make her think it's haunted. Another young prince got set up related to Palamedes and was chased by geese up a tree. He has a reputation of being a BITCH. Part of the reason why Penelope is so fucking skeptical when he's all like "Please marry me!!! PLEASE!!! I'll do anything!!! I really genuinely want to marry you!!!". it's because of his asshole reputation to people who have crushes on him. He's a hopeless romantic from watching his parents interact and all the stories he's been told.

Irony is Penelope is the same as he is, so she treats him the same way. :'D What goes around comes around.

He often lies and says that Heracles is his favorite myth but Penelope gets him to admit it's actually PSYCHE'S myth that's his favorite. The going through hardships because you're so devoted??? 👀 Because you wish to reunite with your most important person/people??? RINGING ANY BELLS!!!!

ANYWAYS. They start talking and Diomedes talks about being aroace (different terms obviously) and Odysseus is so happy. There's someone out there like him! He always blamed his boar scar injury for why he is the way he is. (Post I made going into that) But now there's someone out there like him!

He already considers Diomedes a good friend/rival at this point so they have a bit of something. It gets to the point where they kiss. Mostly for Odysseus as he's never had one before and Diomedes was like "Well, we can always see if you feel something, and then stop." (he smooch Sthenelus but they have a QPR)

Odysseus is...neutral. About their kiss. This is what people freak out about? (I know Ancient Greece was openly affectionate. This is a mouth kiss and also, let me be dumb) He's just sitting, thinking.

Odysseus: "But...You're supposed to feel something?" Diomedes: Yeah? Kissing means you feel each others lips. It feels nice. Shows you care, you know? Odysseus: No, I mean where is bubbling emotions? What about all the songs and poems? Diomedes, being AroAce, younger, and genuinely not meaning to be insensitive and trying to simply tease: They're just poems, Odysseus. You just feel happy but it's none of the fancy words. I think you're making a big deal about this. I mean your lips are fucking chapped and you're a bad kisser but I still liked it, dude. It was still nice, right?"

Diomedes tries to say it as something playful and just messing around as I have a headcanon that Odysseus bites his lips a LOT. Just out of habit and as a (bad) fidget. But Odysseus is just...upset. This was supposed to be ROMANTIC! >:( Why would you say that?!?! He is embarrassed as this was supposed to be his first romantic kiss. :'(

Odysseus, being a hothead with no impulse control with rejection sensitivity, fucking bites Diomedes. Diomedes is ofc, confused and upset and then they just start fighting. Actually needing to be separated by others.

They don't see each other for a while....

They end up seeing each other again some while later. (probably some sort of competition) Where they apologize... but Odysseus still just... doesn't like Diomedes. Even though he knows HE'S the stupid one. Odysseus is prideful. Diomedes just reminds him of an extremely embarrassing, vulnerable moment where HE screwed up and he hates that..."Anytime I see him, I feel like wanna throw mud at him." Diomedes didn't do anything truly wrong but Odysseus is an unreliable narrator

They see each other again during the Suitors of Helen and Odysseus is kind of nervous what Diomedes will do as "Don't fuck this up for me, Son of Tydeus"

Diomedes is actually nice about it. He's happy for Odysseus. He's actually not too bothered by everything unlike Odysseus who holds grudges forever.

Diomedes: "So uh…dude." Odysseus: "What the fuck do you want? 🙄" Diomedes: "You like that daughter of Icarius, yeah? She's like, a naiad, right?" Odysseus, already clenching his fist in case he has to punch him: "…YEah." Diomedes, realizing he's fucked but continues anyways: "…Do you like her because she has sharp teeth?" Odysseus: "??? Not specifically?? Dude, what the fuck are you on about?" Diomedes: "…Well since you bit me when we kissed I didn't know if you were into it or somethin-" gets decked another fight breaks out between them

They are toxic 🤗 Odysseus is Diomedes' bully most of the time. Shoving him into lockers, gum in hair, He's an ASSHOLE. They kind of care about each other, but it has to be from a distance.

#Mad rambles #YAY!!!#Thank you!!!#anon #I don't actually know for sure who you are :P #Know I love you anon!#ask #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #diosthe #toxic exes

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passengerseatsam · 1 year

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Eddie has a January birthday that, most of the time, gets forgotten. His parents certainly forgot; the post-holiday weeks tend to slip by unnoticed— especially when you’re the Munsons, and you’re both busy screaming at the top of your lungs. On his sixth birthday, he helpfully reminded them. His dad slapped him hard across the face. “What, you want more? You got a baseball for Christmas, isn’t that enough?” He cried and rubbed his cheek and his mother just stared at him, distantly, coldly.

He hasn’t spoken to either of them in almost ten years now. Still, it’s nobody’s fault that the day is inconveniently placed on the calendar. His friends are usually busy, too caught up in new toys and later, in their own lives, to remember. Wayne does his best, but he works all night and is exhausted by morning. He means to buy a cake when the store opens, but he’s often asleep before then, and misses it entirely. He feels awful every time. Eddie tells him it’s no big deal.

You move into Forest Hills in 1983. Though you’ve spoken here and there, the topic of his birthday never comes up— it’s not something he tends to share with new neighbors, even pretty ones. Though you’re pleasant with each other, you run in different circles. You haven’t spoken much beside a simple hello.

But it just so happens that you find his wallet on the ground in the drama room one day. It’s not your business to snoop, but you can’t help but notice that the day is coming up, just a week away.

So a week later, the day of, you linger outside his trailer to offer him a handful of patches; Anthrax, Megadeth, Iron Maiden, the works. "Thought you could use them," you say simply. “For your jacket.” He had just recently stitched Dio onto the back of his Levi jacket, you’d noticed. It looked cool.

Eddie lifts his brow at you, perplexed and skeptical. “Where’d you get these?”

You shrug. “The record store on Kerley.”

“Why?”

You hesitate, shifting from foot to foot in the winter snow. Though you had expected him to ask, you were halfway hoping that he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d just take the offering without a second thought. You hadn’t expected the funny look on his face, confounded, as if you’re speaking in French. Unfortunately, your gut reaction is to keep talking. “I… noticed your birthday on your ID last week. Sorry. I don’t mean to be a creep. I just… Well, I happened to be at the record store, and I saw this bin of all these patches, and I thought… I guess I don’t even know for sure what you listen to, except Dio, obviously. You don’t have to keep them if you don’t like them. It just seemed kind of rude to ignore it when I know it’s your birthday.”

Eddie stands stock-still, staring down at the pile of fabric in his hand. “No, no,” he says eventually, breaking into your nervous ramble. It takes several beats for him to lift his head, and when he meets your gaze it’s with soft bewilderment. He seems… touched? “These are cool. Thanks.” You let out a breath, relieved. “Happy birthday.” He smiles. It’s a genuine smile, toothy and striking, one you haven’t seen before. You’ve had a peripheral view of Eddie since you moved here. Several of your classmates warned you to keep your distance. Although you hadn’t necessarily been afraid of him, you had always assumed that his hardened exterior was all there was. Perhaps you assumed that your classmates, who had known him since grade school, knew better. But there was something bubbling under the surface, something you’re seeing now for the first time. Something that makes your chest strangely tight and your fingers twitch nervously at your sides. There’s a thought in the back of your head, suddenly, that you’d like to see these smiles more often.

“You are a creep, though,” Eddie laughs, sounding just as exasperated as you. You have to give it to him, fending off a grin. For another second, he hesitates. Then, he jerks his head toward the trailer. “You wanna come in?”

It’s your turn to be surprised. “You don’t have any big birthday plans?”

“No.” He shakes his head, chuckling at a joke you don’t yet understand. “But maybe we can figure something out.”

#Eddie an aquarius? it's more likely than you think #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble #my posts

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