#jazz hands the complexity of gods!!!!
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Cave boy Danny just casually mentioning things that correspond with Bruce, like the time he stole an experimental power suit and shot a god corresponding with Bruce shooting Darkseid or the Infi-map being like the time Bruce was lost in the time stream, and the bats wondering how this kid can remain a civilian
Danny tried his best to not blink too quickly, as it may cause the stranger to shoot him. He honestly has no idea how he ended up here, but somehow, he was taken hostage alongside a bus full of people on his way to buy some chips.
He got tired of Alfred's instance to ban all junk food from the manor and had snuck out while the Wyanes had been busy going over plans for some big showdown with a guy named Scarecrow.
Danny doesn't know who that is and doesn't care to find out. The less he knows, the less likely he will have to deal with rouge. He's on vacation, dang it.
Or he was until the bus was taken over by a group of men wearing gas masks. They forced their way onto the bus when they stopped for some passengers, forcing the driver at gunpoint to drive them off course, and now they were heading to a wear house. People were crying, but Danny felt like screaming.
He just wanted spicy chips, and- maybe if he had the time- he would swing by the old junkyard to find a steering wheel for his ship! Fenton luck strikes again, it seemed.
"I wouldn't be so smug, Kane," One of the people in a gas mask shouts at him. He blinks up at the woman pointing her gun at his head but scoffs at her stance. His mother would throw a fit if Danny or Jazz ever placed their feet so off balance like that while wielding a weapon. "Once Dr.Crane is done with you-"
"I'm sorry did you just threaten me with myself?" Danny cuts her off. She pauses seemingly thrown before she sputters.
"No- not Kane, Crane."
He blinks at her. "You just said the same thing"
"C-R-A-N-E." She spells in a huff.
"Ohhhhh. Sorry, the mask makes it hard to understand you. Okay, so where were you? Dr. Crane is going to do what with me-?" Danny asks, leaning back in his seat, and waving his hand at her.
There is a moment of silence before she hits him across the face with her gun. "Don't you mock me!"
"Ow." He deadpans, rubbing at his cheek, and wonders if it was supposed to hurt. His healing had vanished the pain before her gun left his skin. "I thought we were having a conversation, but forgive me, I had no idea you had an inferiority complex and assumed everyone was mocking you. Let me guess, no one has ever told you they are proud of you, and now you are defensive of every action you take because-"
"Shut up!" His voice wobbles and Danny knows he hit the nail on the head.
"Does it keep you up at night? Does it freak you out that everyone can see your issues on your face as bright as day? I bet it does it. Bet it causes you to cry like a sad little confused kid who still can't figure out how to ask for help." He doesn't mock. He states it as fact because that is what it was. Fact. She does break down about it; he can tell by her reaction, and his tone makes it all the harder to swallow.
"I'll kill you!"
"Do it." He smiles. "Saves me from your boss. But will that keep you safe? Let's find out! How long will it be before he breaks you down? Ten, maybe fifteen minutes? And he will break you; you know he will. He's already halfway there."
"I-" She stumbles away from him. He doesn't have to see her face to know it's gone pale. Ha.
One of her crew hits her shoulder, having heard him speaking while the rest of the bus stares. "Stop letting him into your head!"
"Oh, what's your name?" Danny asks, blinking his large blue eyes at the man, watching his body language for clues. His eyes zero in on three belts and how they all match up at the buckle despite the fact that they are stacked on top of each other. Didn't Jazz once say that a belt with that much control hinted about attention to detail?
Hmm.
"Is the plan falling apart- can you not control it? The way life just moves on without you and that freaks you out doesn't it. The lake of control?" He asks, and the man jerks back. Bingo.
"Holy shit," A teenager whispers in the back horrified. "It's Dr. Crane jr."
"No, that's the Rabid Dog," Another answer. "Heard he made three elites cry after talking to him for more than ten minutes."
Danny is about to open his mouth when suddenly Robin crashes through the front window. Rude. There is glass everywhere now.
Hours later, Alfred franticly checks him over for injuries while the rest are freaking out. Apparently, they had feared to find Danny screaming from terrible visions but instead found him mentally breaking the hired goons with Jazz's training. "It's not like they did anything. I had a harder time stealing a super suit than those fruitloops-"
"You stole a what?" Tim cuts him off, eyes narrowed. Danny shrugs.
"I mean, haven't we all stolen a super suit?"
"Literally, no one here has done that," Steph tells him, and Danny tilts his head.
"You guys must have had boring childhoods. Surely you at least tried to organize your school into a battle-ready militia? No one can finish school without doing that at least once."
Dick raises a hand. "Brucie, how common is this in your world? Because that's alarming."
"All the kids at my school do that. My graduating class has done it three different times back in freshmen year." He shrugs. Cass makes a strange noise in the back of her throat.
"Not a lie. Brucie is strange," She tells the group, and everyone stares in bewilderment at the boy sitting on the medical table, even Bruce.
Danny smiles at them sweetly like he would at Vlad when the fruitloop is over, and he gets his parents to throw him out sooner than he wants to leave. It curves with just the right amount of innocence and mischievous nature that no one can tell if it's a positive or deadly expression.
"You are from a war-torn world?" Damian inquires, fingers under his chin with a frown. "How are you so carefree?"
"Oh no, we haven't had a war in about- eh fifty years? Give or take." He answers and once again Cass confirms the truth of his words.
This does nothing to settle their nerves.
"Every day I learn more about teenage Bruce, and every day I am more unsettled," Jason announces, and the rest of the Bats nod. Danny's smile turns broader and softer. It makes him more attractive but unsettling in a way.
Alfred sighs with a fond smile. "Oh, the memories. Master Bruce used to smile at his dates in the same way. I can picture him taking that sweet girl to the movies as if though it was yesterday."
"Bruce, how in the world did you get people to date you? That's creepy as hell. " Dick accuses the man who only shrugs.
"Oliver once told me it was part of the thrill. The idea that I could kill them."
"Why!?"
"I wish I knew chum."
Danny slips the control into his sleeve- he will rip it apart later for the Bluetooth piece. He will wait till the Waynes are too busy with Bruce's old stories about his first few dates to take apart the fear gas bomb he took from the woman earlier today. Could he use it as a fuel?
He'll have to do some tests.
#dcxdpdabbles#dc x dp crossover#Cave Boy#Part 4#Danny continues to be strange#He tells no lies but not all truths#The weird part is that he's still acting like teenage Bruce#Mentally breaking down Scarecrow's crew is a big accomplisment#Tim is even more weary of him
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「 Radiosilence (QPR Reader and Alastor) 」
Content: Mostly angst; t.w.: panic attack, anxiety attack, swearing, fear of abandonement, Charlie doesn't get paid to be a therapist.
"God fucking damn it", they turned on their heels as they kept walking, grunting and cussing. Their eyes focused on a chair as they kicked it across the room, effectively breaking it. Hands gripping their hair and lightly tugging at it. "How could he do this to me?!".
"I, ah, what if we take deep breaths..?", Charlie stuttered, the princess of Hell looking anxious at how this particular room was an absolute wreck, even the windows were broken — maybe she needed a hotel manager or someone with more experience than her and uhh, maybe let Vaggie pick who gets to stay in through an interview process..? The demon before her simply stared at her with a sharp glare that made her feel small.
"You have to excuse me, Charlie but, I can't take a deep breath when I feel like suffocating", such words were accompanied by them scratching the skin from their neck all the way down to their collarbone with their claws that were poking out, slightly tearing the skin and bleeding. Somehow that helped to ground them and not spiral out of control. "I can expect betrayal from everyone but him, we are waaay past that stage, we grew up together, aged together, and he disappears?! What the Hell am I supposed to expect? To feel? It's like my metaphorical heart has been ripped apart and torn into pieces, my ribcage hurts when I breath, fucking Hell!", grabbing a book from the small bookshelf, the demon named (Y/N) growled and tossed it against the wall, denting it. They were breathing heavily as they tried to calm down, usually Alastor would know how to calm them down but he was the cause.
"Charlie, you don't understand, he and I... I can feel he made a poor choice because he was cornered and not knowing what he did is driving me insane, I have a deep connection with him. Hell, if he breathes the wrong way I know what the fuck is up—". Explaining their relationship was complex, usually they got misunderstood because apparently someone couldn't care about another without having romantic feelings or whatever.
This feeling was far more complex, they were more than family and friends, soulmates was a bit of a stretch... perhaps a mirror of one another in some fancy manner of speech? And ocasionally engaged in exchanges that could be interpreted in a different light, but romance wasn't it. They had a mutual connection but no carnal desires, their company was an anchor to ground them, it was a comforting bond.
Whatever social need they required, they could satisfy with each other without any misunderstanding or, at least, if there was one then it could be easily fixed with a conversation over a hot beverage with jazz playing on the background.
But Alastor broke their bond without any fucking explanation.
"Fuck, fuck!", (Y/N) cried as they held their face, falling onto their knees. Their vision blurry due to tears rolling down their cheeks, they were having trouble breathing.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel imagine#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor x reader#alastor x male reader#alastor x nb reader#🧍 he speaks
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Jazz for Two Eps 1 & 2 Stray Thoughts
Back with another BL that I think the Omega X boys are in. This time it's a music BL in collaboration with a Thai team (I think).
Episode 1: Summer Time
Oh lord we got a sad boy in the rain.
Ah yes. Yoon Se-heon is not a talented pianist in a family of talented pianists, and the dad is a hard ass about it..
Oh ho! It's probably not that he isn't talented. It's that he doesn't like classical music.
Of course the big brother knows about the jazz music. He also avoided the question about whether the study abroad program was going well.
I didn't have time to read this broody boy's shirt, but it looked melancholy.
Suddenly A Shoulder To Cry On cameo.
Oh no, a Korean bully. I'm not ready. At least we learned that our broody boy is named Han Tae-yi. Why the bully needed to touch him suggestively while mentioning his sister I don't want to know.
This boy really put that paper back on the floor. That's not leaving a place cleaner than you found it, sir.
Why is everyone in this school so rude? Let the boy play the piano! Shit!
Ah, Tae-yi is grieving a brother. I'll let him slide for now.
Ah, a classic. They're in the same class.
Episode 2: My Foolish Heart
I respect this kid for being so determined to practice jazz that he snuck into school early to do so.
Darkening the screen when he thought about the piano room being haunted was a neat effect.
Hey! I played trumpet as a kid!
Don't you let me down Do-yoon. I've been let down by blue-haired characters before.
What's the deal with Ju-hee and her crush on Tae-yi? He's clearly not interested, and the brother seems pressed about it.
Tae-yi, you are too much, dude.
Well...you can't fall in love if you ain't clumsy...
This bully dude has the worst sister complex I think we've seen from K-BL.
Se-heon's brother really said, "Don't have friends. They get in the way of practice," like that was entirely normal and acceptable behavior. Goddamn.
Ah, back to the weak dribbling skills in QL.
Do Korean schools not have air conditioning?
Now he wants Se-heon to play? Bro, make up your mind!
Well, that was rude! Lie to God, don't lie to me! You loved his playing.
Ew, the bully is putting hands on Se-heon.
Idk about this one. The vibes are off. Maybe it's me being less keen on bullies, and also not being a huge fan of enemies to lovers.
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As the biggest fan of Shin Megami Tensei IV: Apocalypse on this big blue and green planet, may I ask you to cover my boy Krishna?
Krishna - Day 42 (Request)
Race: Deity
Alignment: Neutral
May 20th, 2024 (Shooting for, at least)
Throughout the course of this series, Hinduism has quickly risen the ranks of my favorite mythologies to look through. I've always had a passing interest in the third largest religion to date, but as time has gone on and I've continued on with this series, being forced to engage with it more has given me so much more insight into what it consists of, and given me a new respect for the followers of Shiva, Vishnu, and Brahma. Among the countless figures of Hinduism, one of the most popular and prominent, however, has to be today's Demon of the Day, the ever-popular avatar of Vishnu, Krishna.
Lovingly described as "Indian Michael Jackson" by the SMT community, Krishna is an important figure both in SMT IV:A, as well as Hindu mythology as a whole. In the metaphorical melting pot of world religions, folklore, and myth this series consists of, the interactions of Krishna with the cast of the series feel oddly in character for the role this Hindu prettyboy plays. And no, that isn't a joke. Krishna is popular both in and out of Hindu circles, canonically getting bitches left and right through his sheer charisma. As the eighth avatar of Vishnu, Krishna represents all that is worth preserving in the world- love, protection, kindness, compassion, all that jazz.
Throughout the central Hindu text, the Mahabharata, Krishna serves as a central character whose accomplishments are a bit too long and varied to recant here, but he could almost be seen as the main character of the text, and for good reason. He appears as a hero, a folkloric god-child, a prankster, a lover, and so much more, as his epithets are only beaten out by his achievements in how long and varied they are. It all begins with his birth, actually, one as strange as he is himself. In the Krishna Charitra, Krishna was born as the child of Devaki and Vasudeva, but the brother of his mother, Kamsa, forbids this, hearing of a prophecy that his nephew will take his life.
When Krishna is born, in classic mythological fashion, Vasudeva ends up trading away the just-born Krishna into the hands of his future foster mother, in exchange for her daughter. Turns out, oops, the Hindu goddess Yogamaya was residing within that child, and she delivers a message of imminent death to Kamsa regarding Krishna's successful birth. Throughout Krishna's childhood, he was famous for being a prankster who loved, and I mean LOVED butter. For some reason. I don't get it, personally. However, in spite of his troublemaking ways, he also grew to love and protect the people of his home village, working to save them from disaster time and time again. Throughout his time as a child, he played for fun and laughs beyond all else, messing with people often just for his own amusement.
When he grew older, he soon fulfilled his oracle-given right, defeating his uncle Kamsa and then proceeding to reinstate Kamsa's father, Ugrasena. After this, many myths differ- some say he went on to rule his own kingdom, others say he picked up a lot of chicks, but all eventually reconnect in the great winding tale of the Mahabharata. Unfortunately, rather famously, the Mahabharata is an insanely long and complex story, and I'd rather not get into it here in the scope of a bite-sized blog post. TL;DR, shit happens.
Krishna is portrayed... strangely in SMT. For a character famous for having blue skin, as his name can roughly translate to 'All-Blue,' his portrayal is odd, but I quite like the twist on design. The focus on teal and orange make a neat color contrast, and he maintains a youthful prettyboy appearance that I think fits very well. I wish I could get into this more, but I may need to start wrapping this up. Past that, he also has two other designs in the same game, being the spoilerific Vishnu-Flynn.
Vinny don't look.
...My only real comment here is, why did they give him lightsabers?
Overall, though, there is a lot more to Krishna that I could have gotten into. The winding tales of Hinduism are fascinating rabbit holes, but I won't recant them all here. I love how unique and interesting his design is, and apparently his role in IV:A is very important... though, admittedly, I haven't played it yet. Krishna is very deserving of being today's Demon of the Day.
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I would do a lot for a fic about the emotional complexities of the ghouls inheriting previous ghouls' instruments. Dew not being big enough to wield the previous guitar, Mist glaring at anyone suggesting she should change the bass. Mountain being able to express himself with adding to the drums. Cirrus staring at Zephyr's set-up in awe and wanting to be like him.
-@ghouletteanon
that's such a good one, oh my god. I didn't make it a full fic, but four snippets for each ghoul, the ones you mentioned. sorry I didn't write it for every ghoul, tho. made it angsty
Ifrit -> Dewdrop
It was so wrong.
Dewdrop couldn't look at it.
It was pretty, yeah, the most gorgeous guitar he's ever seen, actually, and yet it made him want to throw up.
The Fantomen was too big for him, too heavy. There was no way he would be comfortable during the tour, his back and shoulders would kill him. What would kill him more, though, was the fact where that guitar come from, whose it used to be.
Sure, there was nearly ten of these guitars to be taken on tour, but this one, this specific one, was his. It was Ifrit's, his personal one that was kept in his room. The rest was also his, technically, he played each, but this one was something more.
Ifrit was gone just like Dewdrop's water, and all that was left was the Satan forsaken guitar.
But it was fine, the discomfort of playing it. He made his choice, a wrong one, and sore shoulders would be nothing compared to what he deserved as a punishment, he told himself.
He slung the guitar over his shoulder and started playing, not intending to stop until the pure, shiny white lacquer would be stained red.
Water -> Mist
She knew she didn't have to use it. She didn't even like Precision too much, it's shape. Water told her it was fine, that she could pick another one for herself. She didn't want to.
Omega hasn't touched any of the basses once, yet she tied it all to him. She wouldn't play bass in Ghost if Water wouldn't end up on rhythm. Water wouldn't end up on rhythm if Omega wasn't gone.
She missed him, she really did.
She picked up the black and white Fender Precision Jazz, and turned it in here hands, watching it over. It was temporary, she told herself.
Like they all were.
Ivy -> Mountain
It was a simple setup, at the beginning, one inherited from Ivy and Earth before him. Few basic drums and cymbals, nothing special. The drums were pretty, yeah, and the whole kit was of an incredible quality. But it was too... hollow.
His tall frame would be all but on full display. He would be seen.
Too much.
He keeps adding to it, some bigger drums in the front, on the floor more cymbals all around. He kept telling everyone it was all to increase the quality of his performance, to make it all sound better, to be better.
It was to hide.
Zephyr -> Cirrus
She admired Zephyr, she had so much respect for them. Not only musically related, but the fact how talented and passionate they were was the main reason. She wanted to be like them, so much, she prayed for it.
Cirrus didn't have much time with them, but the few times she witnessed them playing from up close she nearly cried.
She did cry, after some time, when it was time for her to pick her gear for the tour. She didn't want to change anything, but adjustments had to be made considering there would be two air ghouls, or rather ghoulettes, now. She let Cumulus pick all the setup. All but one thing.
The keytar.
She stayed with Zephyr's. The exact one they used, and every time she walked down from her and Cumulus' platform to play "Mummy Dust" solo, she saw the older ghoul's smile and a proud nod. The same one she received when they taught her said solo, even before any of them knew she would end up on stage.
It was the last memory she had of them.
She no longer prayed to be exactly like Zephyr.
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The Set Up
Humor Me
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AN: let me know your thoughts and if you’d like to see more. I had fun writing this but also wrote it at least 20 times. Be gentle lol
Warnings: Cussing?
"What are you-"
Kieran doesn't bother waiting for you to finish your sentence before pushing past you and making himself comfortable on the living room couch.
"You wouldn't answer your phone. So I came over to talk to you. This could've been a quick call, but no, you wouldn't answer."
You roll your eyes as you sit next to him. "That's because I was trying to sleep! You know like a normal-ish human?" You curl up in the corner of the couch, wrapping yourself in a blanket that lays as decoration on the hotel couch. "What do you need to talk about?"
"Rory." He says with a smile plastered on his lips.
"Rory?" You repeat, hoping he's joking. Kieran turns his head to face you, his expression serious. He drapes his arm behind the sofa and leans in a bit. "Yeah. He's the one."
Kieran didn't seem to get it despite telling him over and over to stop trying to set you up with people. You believed that love would happen when the time was right, and you trusted the universe to lead you in that direction when you were ready.
"Thanks for being concerned about my love life, gossip girl, but I'd rather be single than let you choose another date for me." You firmly say. "Plus, Rory is probably busy with stuff. I mean, he's kinda blowing up right now, and I'm not doing another long-distance relationship. They suck."
Kieran nods, but you can tell he's got more to say. "You know what he doesn't have, though?"
You deeply exhale, begging the gods for patience as you sarcastically say, "A girlfriend?"
"Exactly!"
"You came over here at one in the morning to tell me you think Rory and I should date?" You blink a few times, half asleep; you need to make sure you heard him correctly.
"Come on, he's not some random dude off the street, and he's definitely not a psycho murderer, so that's a plus!"
You groan, feeling a migraine approaching. "I bet there are tons of girls who would be thrilled to go out with your brother. Why don't you let him do his own thing?"
His blue eyes sparkle with joy. "Because I think you guys would be good together. You're two peas in a pod, the next power couple." Kieran chuckles. "I feel dumb I didn't think of this in the first place. Could've saved us all some trouble."
You shake your head, feeling overwhelmed by his enthusiasm. "That doesn't mean it's all sunshine and rainbows. Real life is much more complex than that. Relationships require hard work, dedication, and self-sacrifice. Things neither of us have time for.”
He casually dismisses your concerns with a shrug and wave of his hand. "That's what makes it exciting - the challenge, the growth, and the reward." He softens his expression with a smile. "I remember seeing a spark between you two at Jazz's birthday party last year, and I know you exchanged numbers. Don't even try to deny it." He laughs.
You smack him with a pillow. "We never talked again. Don't you think something would've come out of that? At least like a hey?"
He raises his eyebrows. "Maybe he was too shy to text you. Or maybe he lost your number. Or maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move." He says, grinning.
"And maybe he's secretly a prince from a faraway kingdom who's looking for his true love." You say, sarcastically. “Bullshit!”
He chuckles. "Hey, you never know. Stranger things have happened in this world. Maybe you should give him a call and find out." He says, nudging you.
You shake your head, "Or...maybe he doesn't like me. Did you ever think of that option? Because that's totally an option." You pause to catch your breath. "I know you think I'm special, but not everyone will feel that way."
Kieran’s mouth gaped open, "Oh please. You're amazing, and you know it. What do you have to lose?"
Your eyes shoot up to his, and you sigh heavily before asking, "If I do this, do you promise you'll stop meddling in my personal life?" You've been dealing with Kieran's constant interference in your love life for far too long, and you're at your wit's end.
He nods eagerly, crossing his heart with his finger. "I promise." His expression is sincere, but you've heard this promise before. You're not sure you can trust him.
"And that goes for Jazz too." You add quickly, remembering his partner in crime. You don't want to give Kieran any loopholes to exploit.
Closing your eyes, you sigh, dropping your shoulders with defeat.
"Fine." You say reluctantly, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Fine?" He repeats, sounding surprised. His eyebrows shoot up in shock.
"Fine." You confirm, your tone more forceful this time.
"Hmm," He hums, "I honestly wasn't expecting you to agree on this so quickly. I had so many more reasons and notes I prepared." He sounds slightly disappointed.
"This will be the last time you play cupid and interfere in my love life. Understood?"
Feeling smug, Kieran gets up and yawns, "Because you're going to fall in love and never need a cupid again." He retorts, with a wink.
You snort as he glances at his fancy watch, a shiny Rolex that his agent gifted him for snagging his role. "Well, look at the time. I better skedaddle. We have a big day tomorrow!"
You get up from your seat, following him to the exit. "God, you're a pain in the ass." You open the door and see a shiny black SUV parked outside. "I hope you get abducted by aliens!"
He pretends to be hurt, acting like your words wound him. A smirk forms on his lips, "Three years of friendship wasted." He chuckles while hopping into the car, and as you glimpse his face through the window, you smile while giving him the finger.
Part two
Tags: @milsthouqhts
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modern-ish things I would like to show dishonored characters
I got inspired by this lovely post by @dogg-teethh and kinda made my own thing but with dishonored protagonists and some side characters so, low and behold
Daud
blues music in general, he would enjoy brooding while listening, and Fleetwood Mac
thriller movies, can't abide the mysteries so would be glued to the screen until the very end. would get mad if it ends on unexplainable cliffhanger
radio dramas, something to fill the silence while doing paperwork
antidepressants, no comments
rope bondage, but not in a sexual way (yeah, I've seen it in ff and thought, yep, seems like his thing)
Corvo
90s fashion, a bit awkward but appealing somehow?
David Bowie, that's so specific? complex and diverse but funky
takeout food, he doesn't really cook, has terrible eating behavior and just plainly starvs when there no food around, so that would be helpful
absurdism, whole "acceptance without humility" thing? i dunno
Lord of the Rings, a small hero with a great burden and greater stakes, it would resonate
Emily
punk rock, 80s pop, industrial and Corvo would also show her "Rebel Rebel", she would vibe with it
Satoshi Kon's movies, great female characters and a bit of insanity
comics, variety of styles and stories to tell! she did enjoy drawing while she was younger, maybe it would inspire her to pick a pencil again
asian cuisine, a lot of different flavours, I wonder how she would like it
marine biology, so much info about whales and other weird ocean creatures, again little Emily would be so happy
headphones, she would feel even cooler while jumping from one roof to another and kicking asses
Billie
airplanes, speed, freedom and views! you are already a captain of the ship, time to tame the sky!
anarchism, yeah, fuck the government!
family therapy, grab your old man by the hand and fucking go, you need it, it wouldn't be easy but please
Killing Eve
heavy metal music and jazz, Emily and Corvo approve. Daud, well, tolerates, it's a bit too much for him
Outsider
video games, all kinds of it!
DnD, especially GM role, you don't have to be a god to feel a little bit like one, and he also has this dramatic side it would def suite him
sci-fi and horror genres
techno, ambient and modern classical music
programming and hacking, he's a nosy young man, he'd like to know all your secrets, and it's just fun ehehe
Delilah
big fashion shows for stylish and powerful lady
therapy, again, no comments
expensive cars that people own and don't drive
Florence + the Machine and MARINA
iPad, Apple pencil and some software for drawing digitally
social media
#dishonored#dishonored 2#daud#corvo attano#emily kaldwin#billie lurk#the outsider#delilah copperspoon#if you have something else in mind please share it would be so interesting to see what others think!#corvo and daud predictably were the easy ones#then emily and the outsider were alright#and in the end i struggled with billie and delilah#but i was adamant on including them all so yeah#a good half of these things might be too specific#i don't have access to my drawing tablet so i entertain myself by writing silly little posts
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ooo bestie would love to know more about the deb!!
*jazz hands*
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new light: fade into you — rafe cameron
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summary: To spite your parents, you ask Rafe Cameron to escort you to the debutante ball.
warnings: no warnings except the usual + poorly researched debutante conventions! bc i know nothing besides whatever is portrayed in gossip girl, the summer i turned pretty and southern charm!
a/n: takes place in high school, whenever these things usually happen; unless of course that is not new light canon compliant, because we live in a fantasy world ❤️ also this blurb has a little more background into the deb ball, if you’re interested! just a lil something for y’all while i work through the more complex pieces coming up!
“If we have to break form one more time, our dance teacher’s gonna kill us.”
You sigh, slipping your dress strap back up and over your shoulder, placing your gloved hand in his again. “I know. Sorry.”
Rafe quirks an eyebrow. “Why are you buggin’?”
“My straps keep falling off my shoulders,” you whine. You’d stomp your foot, too, if you weren’t worried you’d step on your friend’s toe in the middle of the dance floor.
He cocks his head, his eyes lingering on your décolletage. “S’not supposed to be like that?”
You look down, and one of your straps has already fallen down your shoulder again. “No.”
Ready to accept defeat and any riot acts from your mom over it later, you startle when Rafe’s hand leaves your waist momentarily. He must notice, because his hand freezes. “May I?”
“Yeah,” you breathe quietly, still weary of the fact that you’re both dancing in front of everyone on this island, all eyes on the debutantes and their escorts.
His touch is light as a feather, as it has been all night—save for when he’d led you down the stairs in the heels he’d eloquently called ‘death traps.’ Rafe held on a little tighter then.
“There,” he says, looking back into your eyes. He cracks a tiny smile. “I’ve got you.”
“Thanks,” you say.
“Don’t even,” he shrugs, taking your waist again. “Surprised that dress slipped by your mom’s tailoring workshops. This is the best tux I’ve ever worn.”
You stifle a giggle, knowing it’s not appropriate at the moment. But you remember those workshops, and you remember Gretchen goading you into sneaking over to the guesthouse where the guys were being fitted with her so she could poke fun at them. There was nothing funny about how your mouth dried out, seeing Rafe standing in a cummerbund that should look god awful on him, on anyone. But it had somehow exaggerated his body line in a way you hadn’t thought possible, and you’d hurried back to the main house without so much as a quip about their bowties leaving your lips.
“Probably the only tux you’ve ever worn,” you point out, reaching out to smooth a lapel, even though it’s perfectly folded.
“I was a ring bearer when I was 12, actually,” Rafe says. “Check your facts, Y/l/n.”
You roll your eyes at that, turning to look across the dance floor. Kelce and Margot are across the way looking at you, and both of their heads turn away as soon as you make eye contact. When you furrow your brows, your date takes notice.
“What?”
You turn back to Rafe, and he’s already pushing your other dress strap back up again. “Nothing. And sorry about your shoes, again,” you say, eager for a subject change. “I’m going to make you accept money for them at some point.”
It’s Rafe’s turn to roll his eyes. “When will you let that go?”
“When I can go back in time and prevent my 6-month-old golden retriever from destroying your nice shoes.”
“They weren’t that nice. These are better, anyway,” he says, looking down. You do too, struck momentarily by the image of your waists pressed so closely together, his shoes not even visible underneath the bustle of your white dress. You don’t know if you’ve ever been this close to him before, even in the dance classes.
“I still feel bad.”
“You’ve gotta relax, kid,” Rafe says quietly, almost a breath above you. You allow yourself to sag in his hold momentarily, exhausted from dancing for so long, from all of the preparation in general. “There you go.”
“When are they gonna start letting other people in?”
“Are you not enjoying my dancing?” Rafe jokes, pretending to be offended for all of two seconds.
“You’re doing great,” you say sincerely.
“Yeah? Like, all of it?”
“All of it?”
Rafe bites his bottom lip, looking around the room before he’s locked in on you again. Another dress strap falls, and another warm hand snakes up your back. “I was nervous when you asked me.”
“Oh, like you didn’t think you’d be an escort this year,” you say, calling bullshit.
“I didn’t,” he insists. “But Margs got Kelce and you were stuck with me, weren’t you?”
You don’t want him to realize how true that is, because with Rafe you can’t always tell when the joking ends and the self-deprecation begins. “I was stuck with way worse before I asked you.”
His eyes light up. “Oh?”
“Griffin. Matteo wouldn’t have been so bad, maybe,” you consider, even though you know Matteo wouldn’t be pulling up your dress strap the way Rafe is now. “You were a steal in comparison, bud.”
Rafe smiles, big and unabashed. “I’m blushing.” And he is, bright pink dusting the tops of his cheekbones. “Hopefully I can meet expectations.”
“The flowers you sent were gorgeous,” you say, omitting the part where they were the only debutante flowers that had made it past the stairs in your house. Rafe’s pink peonies were in a vase on your desk while all of the others remained arranged around the dining room and other living spaces—wherever your mom wanted them, really. “And you even took off your shells for me.”
Before you can decide against it, your hand that’s meant to be on his shoulder moves to his neck, your fingers slipping under his shirt collar just slightly, where the cowrie shell necklace usually rests. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had a tan line.
“M’not an amateur,” he teases, and the vibrations from his vocal chords make your hand recoil, moving back to his shoulder. “But I might embarrass you later, once the DJ gets here and I can break out my flask.”
“Rafe Cameron,” you say, scandalized. And your wandering hand gets the better of you again, feeling for his breast pocket. When you find it empty, Rafe’s already looking down at you once you meet his gaze again, a glimmer in his eyes.
“You really think I’d jeopardize the sanctity of this event for reindeer games?”
You quirk an eyebrow. “Literally yes. That’s exactly what you would do.”
He tugs you into him then, so close you’ve definitely broken form. But as you look around you see other couples have, too, as the rest of the invitees start to make their way onto the floor. “Nah, wouldn’t risk it tonight.”
“Who has it then?”
“Top.”
You search for your other friend, to find him twirling Emily around as things start to ease up—all of the formalities of the evening done and dusted. “How’d you bully him into that?”
“Drew straws,” Rafe says shortly. “Hey, look at that. We survived.”
You know he’s referencing the fact that the formal dance is over—that you’re free to break apart and mingle, do whatever it is you’re meant be doing right now. Your sure your mother is in a beeline, ready to go over exactly how your walk could have been more graceful, or how your shoulders should’ve been looser. Or god forbid, your dress straps. Which mysteriously have not bothered you in ten minutes and counting.
“Y/n?”
Rafe’s looking down at you, the two of you still holding onto each other. If anything, the crowding of the dance floor had only pushed you further into your friend’s embrace. “Hm?”
“You good? Lost you to space for a moment there.”
“I’m good,” you say. “Tired.”
His eyes soften in understanding, and you’re practically standing on his toes at this point, he’s so close to you. “Too tired for our after party?”
“Way too tired,” you immediately clarify. Rafe doesn’t seem surprised—it’s not unlike you to skip out on shenanigans. “Plus, I know my parents will want me accounted for.”
“Well you are the most accomplished debutante in Kildare.”
“Oh, fuck off,” you groan, hiding your face in his chest, where he smells less like sand and surfboard wax than you’re used to. You’re not sure if you like it or not.
“Did you hear she wants to write children’s books when she’s older? Or that she helped organize a beach cleanup last summer?”
“Rafe,” you say, borderline begging.
His smile doesn’t dim, but it loses its mischievousness momentarily. “Bet for the life of them they can’t figure out why she wanted Ward Cameron’s boy parading her around these hallowed halls.”
“Could’ve been any one of us debs asking you,” you say. “Small island. You would’ve ended up here somehow.”
“No,” Rafe says easily.
“No?” you challenge. You realize now you’re still dancing with him, and that your friends are either looking for you or making fun of you, and that the string of pearls your dad gifted you this evening are starting to feel a little tight around your neck. Rafe’s fingers grazes them as he slips your dress strap back into place one more time. “Why not?”
“I would’ve said no to anyone else.”
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Pairing: rock guitarist!Woozi x classical musician fem!reader
Genre: fluff, band au, mutual pining au
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: You never thought Jihoon would like you back, you come from opposite worlds after all.
Word Count: 507
requested by; @jaelaxies
for The Cafe request event
You and Jihoon have always run in different circles at your performing arts school. You’re in the orchestra and a few classical chamber ensembles, Jihoon on the other hand, he was focusing on much more modem music, rock specifically. Despite never running in the same circles or even interacting all that much, you still developed a crush on him. You had always assumed it was hopeless, why would he ever take notice of you?
Jump the present time though, your university decided it would be a great idea to do cross genres for a performance. You initially thought it was a ridiculous idea, how did they think they would mix jazz and heavy metal? Then you found out that your partner would be Jihoon and suddenly it was the smartest idea the uni ever had. So here you are sitting at the piano looking at the sheet music that Jihoon had come up with a few days ago. He had asked if you wanted to do some of the composing, but you knew he was much more versed in composing than yourself.
“You doing okay with the music?” he asks, tuning his guitar, “I hope I didn’t make it too complex. I’ve heard how talented you are playing that thing and wanted to at least give you a little challenge.”
“Oh, um, I’m really not that great. I’m doing okay though! I think I could probably get this memorized in a day or two.”
“A day? God,” he sighs, “how did I fall for such a talented woman?”
His comment catches you by surprise, you must’ve been hearing something wrong. He wouldn’t be in love with you, it wouldn’t make sense.
“Huh?” was all you could say.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I’m sorry.”
“You- you like me too?”
“Like you?” he gawks, “I have adored you from a distance since the first day.” he admits.
Again you can’t fathom any intelligent responses. You just opt to stare at him in hopes he clarifies what he means by his statement. Luckily for you, he does. He places his guitar down on the stand beside him, makes his way over to the piano bench, and sits beside you.
“You don’t remember, do you?” he chuckles, you shake your head as a reply, “You beat me out for the principal clarinet our first year. I was so the awe of your talent that it knocked me down a few notches… I needed that though. Then I found my calling in rock more than I did classical so everything worked out. But since that day when I saw the audition results, I knew I wanted to be with someone as dedicated to their craft and as talented as you. As the months and eventually, two years drew on I realized I wanted to be with you despite being in very different departments.”
“So you’re saying…” you don’t finish your question.
“I’m saying I want nothing more than to be with you.” he states clearly.
“I’d like that.”
“Good, ‘cause I like it too.”
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Holi feliz tarde 💖
Sebmark+ manhandling
Mwah tqm 💖
tkm++++ (*jazz hands* this is... something for sure)
Mark acts mighty like a temple of granite and marble on top of fucking Mount Olympus. He’s arrogant and frankly a bastard with a bad attitude who thinks he's owed the world because his daddy is rich.
He reeks of a plethora of issues, though, he reeks of a desire to be admired, to be understood, to be seen that can never be sated. He’s tall and brooding and dark and a glutton for punishment. Sebastian can see through him like he’s made of glass.
The subject of all the chaos stands at his doorstep at night, with his chin jutted out and a dark glare, inviting himself in before Sebastian could think of closing the door. He’s all mighty and great, the handsome Mark Webber all the girls sigh over, and he says he hates Sebastian because Sebastian is gay and all gays go to hell. He won’t go to hell, he’s straight and has a good family and lives in a nice neighborhood uptown near the big cathedral, while Sebastian’s trailer park living makes for not nice headlights in town.
Yet he’s still here, thrashing past his secluded insecurities, the private catholic school drought of real life that feels like closeting more than your sexuality, manhandling Sebastian until he’s wrapped his entire scent on his body.
When he fucks Sebastian, Mark is just another guy with a god complex using sex to reaffirm himself as the bigger man.
Yes, he may be another gay bastard deep inside but at least he’s the one doing the fucking. Blowing Sebastian doesn’t count, it’s just part of the transaction.
Sebastian lets him believe that delusion, because it keeps him employed, the Webber’s own the grocery store he checks in to work every fucking morning, and gives him a good reason to keep living.
#this sure is something !!!!!!! hope you like it !!!!! or not !!!!!!!#boisinnot#asks#fic asks#f1rpf#martian#sebmark
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Suigetsu simp reporting in:
Can we get a hc for Suigetsu on one or more of the following:
Pregnant s/o - maybe even reaction to finding out
Helicopter dad or nah?
Taking care of a sick s/o who is stubborn asf
I thirst for him 🫠
And if you’re really feeling it you can apply the same ones to Shisui since he’s such a babe.
Always feeling Shisui, anon.
Finding out S/O is pregnant
Suigetsu
Laughs. Good one, s/o! Don't tell that joke again!
When he realizes they aren't telling him some fucked up joke, he very seriously asks them what they want to do about it.
The switch flipping from "gleeful menace" to "concerned partner" is jarring, honestly.
If his s/o chooses to terminate the pregnancy, he will be there for them for whatever they need. He doesn't voice an opinion one way or the other - it's not his body, and he doesn't really have a stable life to give to a kid. It's one thing to drag around his consenting adult s/o into his nonsense, but he's a bit relieved to not have to figure out adding a kid in the mix.
However, if his s/o decides to go through with the pregnancy, he's there for that, too.
For all that he could have been fine with not dealing with the responsibilities of fathering a kid, he's kind of jazzed to have the opportunity. God, that thing is going to love swords.
Suigetsu is absolutely not a helicopter dad before or after the birth. He's more of the mindset that the strong survive. He'd actually delight in finding out he has one kid, but they ate their twin in the womb.
Shisui
Gets weird immediately.
Weird and intensely intense.
He's up in there wanting his s/o to know he supports whatever they choose to do with their body, but by god, he'd raise a kid. He'd do it alone, if that's what his s/o wanted.
It's not that he's super confident about being a stellar father, but rather, he's really romanticizing the idea of putting something good into the world.
Let's hope the s/o wants to raise the kid with him, or else there's some serious idolatry and complexes coming at them real fast.
Shisui takes out every parenting book he can get his hands on and compares the parenting methods in order to find the optimal child-rearing situation.
His ideal scenario is that he retires, or at least takes a few years off, and becomes a house husband.
Shisui helicopters from the shadows. The kid won't even realize it until they can sense a jonin like Shisui suppressing his chakra, so...given that they're a spawn of his, it'll be a sweet 8 years or so of Shisui being able to lurk behind his child.
Shisui wants more. Like, now.
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Happy WIP Wednesday!
This first bits are from chapter three of my slowburn Dead on Main DPxDC fic, "Putting the 'Fun' Back in 'Funeral'", and the second is from a little crackfic I'm writing because oh god I made C3 very depressing and it made me sad. The first part of PFBF is from Danny's POV and the second from Jason's.
Just an FYI none of this has been beta'ed yet, so please pardon any errors!
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While the local ghost hero was waiting for a response, he was lazily heading south from Fentonworks. Easily drifting on his back above the cloud layer currently overhanging Amity, Danny couldn’t help but rest his heavy gaze upon the millions of twinkling stars before him. It was only twenty-four hours ago that he had fought his last ghost as a semi-normal person. His entire world had shifted, changing completely. Danny now had the ultimate power of the Ghost Zone. It was a startling realization that hit him quickly and he couldn’t help but grieve his childhood. While he hadn’t really had much of one in the first place, Danny still wished things could have been different. That he was in university with his friends, studying astrophysics, trying to be an astronaut.
But no. He had to step into a portal to a different dimension and have it open up on top of him. He had to die before he even started highschool - and he couldn’t even do that correctly.
A loud groan of annoyance left cold lips, gloved hands coming up to grasp at white hair. The ghost boy flipped around to float on his belly, facing the dark clouds rumbling below him. Grasping on the tingling feeling of intangibility, Danny summoned his power to the forefront of his being before letting gravity take hold of his form. He dropped quickly towards the ground, eyes closed. It was from years of practice that he knew when to allowed such a pesky notion of gravity peel away from him, his monochrome shape hovering just above the down-trodden apartment complex he called home.
A bright flash lit the sky behind Danny’s still form, the clap of thunder chasing behind not even a second later. Bright green eyes tracked his shadow as the late-spring lightning storm passed through Amity. He hovered there, for a moment. Allowing the wild winds whip around him and such a storm’s power picked up, shaking the leaves of blossomed trees. Distantly, Danny registered that rain began drizzling from the cloudbed he was just so far above. It was with a mournful shake that Danny finally moved to enter his barren apartment.
When his boots lightly tapped his threadbare carpet floors, Danny let the rings of his transformation wash over him. Gone was the royal outfit he had still yet to inspect, and in its place was the slightly dirty clothes the young man had pulled from his floor earlier that very day. Black hair flopped to cover his eyes, no longer snow-white and being kept out of view by his powers. It was with a quiet sigh that Danny moved to push the strands back, pulling his beat-up phone out from his pocket.
With practiced movements, Danny allowed himself to fall back onto the worn couch shoved in the middle of his living room. The halfa didn’t move to turn on the lights around him - there would be no point in it, after all. He could see better than an average human. Just another of the many side-effects of half-dying.
A quick entering of his password had Danny’s cracked phone unlocked, icy blue eyes skimming the two messages of confirmation from Sam and Tucker. Quickly tapping out “jazz?” and smacking the send button allowed Danny to let the device fall onto his lap. He threw his arms back dramatically, face tipping back to eye the water damage on his ceiling critically.
He really should put in a maintenance notice.
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It was there that Jason could see the form of Dick, back turned towards Jason as the elder fiddled with something on his light-stained butcher block countertops. As much as Jason wanted to annoy his brother by sneaking up on the distracted Nightwing, exhaustion still pulled heavily on his limbs.
“Didn’t I say that any bannings in Alfred’s kitchen extended to my own?”
The question clearly startled Dick, but he didn’t show it besides turning around with a bright grin.
“That’s only for cooking, Little Wing!” The older winked at his brother, gesturing him closer with his hand. “I ordered some delivery, I got your favorite from that one Thai place.”
Jason couldn’t help the creeping excitement in his voice as he fully stepped into the kitchen space. “Moo Yai?”
“Of course.”
Clapping a hand on Dick’s shoulder, Jason easily reached up to start grabbing the dishware the two of them would need. He passed Dick whatever he grabbed with a practiced ease.
Having various Bats and Birds hide away from the rest of the family at Jason’s apartment had become something the young man had come to expect. Often, he was told it was due to the coziness of his loft or his cooking prowess. He knew it wasn’t only because of those two things. The theme of finding one of his siblings breaking into his home had only begun after a particularly bad incident at the manor which caused Dick and Tim to recruit the others into making sure Jason was okay. It was information that he was not supposed to be privy to, but after the first time Tim had passed out at Jason’s place, he managed to snoop through the younger’s phone and put two and two together.
It wasn’t something Jason was… against, per se. But it was annoying when he was having a particularly bad day with the Pit Rage and he was surrounded by people he didn’t want to hurt again.
However, despite everything, moving around another person (or persons) in his kitchen had become a routine. One he never expected, but he was grateful for it all the same.
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This next bit is from a pure DP one-shot within the realms of "crack treated seriously". I'm hoping to get it posted in a few days!
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The last couple of weeks had been a chaotic stream of pandemonium. It all started with one Vlad Masters pulling an absolute Fruit Loop move which resulted in an ancient evil being awoken from his sleep. A sleep that, according to any ghost willing to talk to Danny, Pariah Dark was forced into because he was the Biggest Crazy Ever™. Of course, Danny did what any fourteen year-old superhero would do! He fought the bad guy, locked him back up in his creepy sarcophagus in his creepy castle, and then passed the fuck out.
Worst of all, that wasn’t even the really chaotic part.
No, that had to come after Danny had woken up in his bed with Jazz fretting over him. A ghost Danny had never before met had begun haunting him whenever he went on patrols. The clock-themed ghost had started off with saying things like “You bested Pariah Dark in single combat, now it is your time to take the crown” and “Young Danny, you must come back into the Infinite Realms and take your place as the Crowned Head.”
And look, Danny wasn’t the smartest kid on the block. He didn’t have the best grades, was often oblivious, and tended to ignore things that he didn’t want to deal with.
So he just ignored the blue annoyance following him everywhere.
That is, until the dang ghost stopped time and made him listen. Clockwork, which was apparently the ghost’s name, all but dragged him into the Ghost Zone, set him in front of Pariah Dark’s spooky coffin, and made him eat part of the ghost?! Apparently a “core” is something that all ghosts have but it was still gross! Danny kept throwing up afterwards, but he couldn’t seem to upchuck the weird pearl thing he had been made to swallow like an angry cat that wouldn’t take their medicine.
And now he’s here. Sitting in Mr. Lancer’s English period, waiting for the clock to tick by and end his day.
Danny’s stomach started to feel a bit weird mid-way through the previous class (algebra one with one of the football coaches) and he was fully planning on heading to the Far Frozen once the day is done.
The Far Frozen was an area in the Ghost Zone that the ghostly blue annoyance had herded him to before forcing him to eat another person. The ghost yetis there were pretty cool and were basically ghostly doctors. One of the yetis, Frostbite, had made some awesome hot chocolate and Danny was absolutely craving it. He figured it was because his stomach was upset and he really didn’t want Jazz hovering over him.
So, therefore, a trip to the Zone for some hot chocolate with some ghost yetis.
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Hope you guys enjoyed the WIPs :) Chapter three should be posted within a couple of weeks, and I'm hoping to get the silly little fic posted before the end of March uwu
#DPxDC#dead on main#putting the fun back in funeral#wip wednesday#crack fic wip#fic wip#DCxDP#when you start writing a different fic because the first one youre working on makes you sad#and you and your beta are crackheads#legit#faust has given me so many ideas#our dms are HORRIBLE#in the best way#“Handsome man. Developed muscles. Developed junk hung they way super heroes aught to be hung”#ALSO#“bruce kept him trapped in the batcave until he was a lil whiteboy”#i have no regrets#and neither does fau#these are all from our late night convos#its amazing#me having to ask if its technically mpreg and both of us having a conniption fit#IT TECHNICALLY IS MPREG THO#AND I HATE IT
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UPDATE: I now adjusted these to showcase his new full redhead look. I decided to just adjust the old files and add these new portraits to replace the old ones. Should I have redrawn the full body looks too to make them match more closely as there's some minor detail differences? Probably yes. Am I going to? No, too lazy lol.
Anyway, here's his (updated) bio:
Name: Jurou Alistair Blackthorne
Alias: Araknos of this generation. (Araknos is a title passed on to the strongest members(s) of each generation that gives them some special perks)
Age: considered to be in his late thirties/mid-forties (I.E middle aged) by Soul eater standard. from human viewpoint, he's between 100-150
Height: 195 cm
Occupation: Tattoo artist (Artisan level)/full-time single dad
ABOUT TATTOOISTS:
In his world they play a more important societal role than just being specialized artists. ;here are 3 ranks with tattoo artists, known as Artist, Craftsman, and Artisan.
ARTIST: The basic level of skill, basically similar work to human world tattooists. Mainly means they do not use any magic in their craft as they aren't certified for it (yet/don't want to/Can't train further for whatever reason)
CRAFTSMAN: Advanced level of skill, applies cosmetic magic into the tattoos, such as giving them color shift, glow, and movement.
ARTISAN: Highest level of skill needed, includes more serious applications for magic, such as creating protective seals, or aiding medics and doctors with healing spells, exorcisms, etc.
Family: mother Yui (A popular jazz singer) Father Harrow (A fugitive of the law) late sister Meredith, nephew/adoptive son Ichirou, adoptive son Caelan, Biological daughter Hitomi. Distant cousin family the Murasakis. (the exact relations are veeery complicated, so they're just called his aunt/uncle and cousins) Even more distant relative Taiga (A kitsune)
Friends: Closest friend Shura, a special type of magic spirit. Shura's beloved Shika, a chimera. He's also friendly with his staff at the parlor, Claude and Avane.
Love interest: Alois Faydream, a Dream-eater running a cafe next to his tattoo shop. he also had a short relationship with Hitomi's human mother Saeko before this.
Abilities:
Soul Devouring: As a soul eater, he can devour the souls of anything that has one. He also has the rare and forbidden ability of "God Eater" which means he can even devour the soul of a Deity, something they normally can't do. (think beings from ancient Greek/Roman/ Egyptian mythology basically) He's also naturally very resistant to possession as a Soul eater, and can devour any soul trying to do so.
Transformation: being a Spirit type Soul eater allows him to give himself sharp spider like limbs on his back, create massive spider-like monsters from his shadowy demonic aura, use spiders to deliver messages and so on. He even has a demonic form, which has very sharp claws that can even cut through metal
Inhuman body: He is incredibly durable and can basically only be damaged by light magic based weapons and attacks. He's also physically strong, able to tear people to pieces with his bare hands if he wants to.
Soul Link: Like most Soul eaters, he can create mental links with people he trusts, and sense if they are in trouble. Soul eaters do this automatically with family, but outside them Jurou currently only has links with Angus, Shura and Shika.
Summoning Stone: Like most soul eaters, he creates "summoning stones" naturally, that appear in random places in human realm. He has no control over this process, apart from occasionally willing for one to appear in a specific place, such as the stone he gave to Hitomi's mother before they parted ways.
General magic knowledge: He knows some old dark magic spells that allow him to open portals to the human world even from the deepest parts of the Mirror World normally inaccessible from human realm.
Artisan tattooist skills: Jurou has the required knowledge to create complex magic tattoo seals as well as undo them if necessary. (example; create one to ward off possession, remove a curse tattoo, etc)
Araknos title priviledges: As the current holder of the title, Jurou is capable of contacting their ancestral spirits - including the original Araknos sorceress herself - and has access to a special secret library with all the forgotten/obscure knowledge their family had gathered over the centuries. (Jurou isn't actually aware of this until later on in the story)
Weaknesses:
He has gone through a lot off loss in his family; his father suddenly committing a seemingly atrocious crime and being jailed, losing his sister to her sickness, and having to leave Hitomi's mother behind, later finding out she'd died. All these things have left him wary and not liking to open up to new people easily in fear of losing them again. He's also very protective over his family he does have left because of all this, and they could be used as a leverage against him.
Because of people's natural fear towards him, he tends to be easily irritable and blunt towards those who don't know him well, having little patience for nonsense and feeling self-conscious over being perceived as something he doesn't see himself as (evil/dangerous). This makes him difficult to approach for many, which in turn worsens their fear towards him unfortunately.
He tends to be the type to not share his woes openly, often being the person everyone is leaning on for support, so Jurou doesn't feel like he's allowed to show weakness most of the time.
He has somewhat of a turbulent relationship with his father where he's easily irritated by his father's antics and argues with him a lot, something Jurou does wish wasn't a thing. He's still bitter towards Harrow for doing what he did, and not at least telling them the reason.
Personality:
Jurou is mostly very calm and collected person who isn't shaken easily by anything. He has very little patience for pointless chit-chat outside his close ones, and tends to get easily annoyed by someone's incompetence.
Beneath his intimidating facade, he is a very gentle and caring father who wants nothing more but to be a good parent to his kids, and do better than his father ever did. He is more affected by people's fears and suspicion towards him than he likes to admit, having the tendency to get hostile if someone accuses him of something he didn't do, occasionally not helping his case.
When he's with people he trusts, he tends to be relaxed and even teasing, and has always been a good flirt (ask Alois or Hitomi's mother). He's quite a thoughtful person and enjoys deep conversations and pondering abstract concepts.
BG Story
Jurou was the first child born for Yui and her husband; he was given the Japanese name "Jurou" (tenth son) because he was born on the tenth day of the tenth month (October 10:th). For a name from his father, he went with Alistair, meaning "protector of people."
His sister was born couple years later, and they named her Meredith from Harrow's language, whereas her Japanese name ended up being Hanae. (She mainly used Meredith as her name)
Jurou was always close with his mother, whereas Meredith was close with their dad. He rarely had time for them though, due to being very busy with his job most of the time. He still did his best to try and spend time with his children anytime he could, such as teaching Jurou how to play a piano.
His father was a member of the Overshadower Council responsible in handling the matters of dark beings, such as Soul Eaters, but did not really like how things worked, feeling like people were being labeled as "evil" just for being born a certain way by the said council. He rather advocated for returning back to the ways of old where there was no such oversight needed, and each Soul Eater could do as they pleased, good or bad, and get treated/punished accordingly rather than be immediately suspected of being bad just for being born.
He ended up thrown in prison after supposedly murdering some of his fellow council members, having snapped without warning. (it is later revealed that these Council members had found out about Jurou's God Eater ability and were contemplating on confiscating the boy from his parents to monitor him closely, potentially imprisoning him for safety and trying to erase his powers) This had a huge impact on Jurou growing up, as he was now known as the child of a murderer. He'd already been treated with suspicion by his peers due to being a Soul Eater, and this made it worse.
The only things keeping him from going down a dark path at the time were his mother and sister, and his childhood friend Shura, a Vigour Spirit who for some reason chose to be his friend despite their opposing natures (Cue introvert getting adopted by an extrovert).
He and his family did learn the true reason behind Harrow's actions eventually, which did also somewhat help him mellow out towards his parent and see things in a different light, though didn't do much to mellow out his frustrations towards his dad.
Years later, Jurou moves on to live in the "entrance city" of Mirror World, the Chrysalis, the only place that can be accessed directly from Human realm. during this time he ends up going to the human realm on his own volition, eventually meeting a human woman whom he falls in love with briefly, though eventually realizes the relationship was too dangerous for her. He leaves her with a summoning stone though before leaving, stating she could use it anytime she needed help.
Unknowingly to him, she had gotten pregnant, and years later Jurou does get summoned, but not by her, but their daughter, Hitomi. He rescues her from cultists who had found out about her powers, taking her in to the Mirror world to raise her, as she had no other place to go, and needs help learning to control her unique powers.
(Before this event he'd already adopted both his nephew who'd lost his mother to an illness, and a water serpent child Caelan, whose family - sans his cousin - had been killed by a pollution spill caused by humans.)
Fun Facts:
Jurou has been asked to join the Overshadowers council by Alois' brother Lawrence, but he always refuses due to what his father did. He's not aware that Lawrence is still planning on getting him to join, and is observing him to find a moment of weakness he can utilize.
In the same way, Jurou is ALSO not aware that Alois and his niece Ava are both trying to protect him from this.
Jurou has a complicated relationship with his father Harrow, as while he's been absent from his life for the most part, and did cause them lot of trouble with his actions, he can't really hate Harrow for his choice given he'd done the same thing had he been in his dad's shoes. He knows his dad loves him, he's just....really impulsive and stupid sometimes.
The rare times they do interact, Jurou tends to get annoyed at his father, as their tempers somewhat naturally clash and he feels like his father doesn't always think before he acts.
Jurou's more calm, less eccentric nature comes from his mother rather than father.
He tends to show his theater kid tendencies only in the human world, when he's Alistair.
You can tell he doesn't actually mind his father's personality that much, given the two other, highly important people in his life. They somewhat share Harrow's eccentric, impulsive qualities, though to a lesser extent (His bestie Shura, and his love interest Alois)
Jurou is extra protective over Hitomi/any woman in his life, because he's already lost two important ones (his sister and first lover)
He and Caelan sometimes duet to have a small-scale concert for the younger kids, with him playing a piano and Caelan his violin. Sometimes if Yui is visiting, she joins in as a singer.
Harrow in fact was the one who taught Jurou to play piano, one of the few rare bonding things they managed to do between his duties, and later being in prison and a fugitive eventually.
Jurou drinks his coffee black, of course. His favorite tea is black tea too, though he also enjoys an occasional Chai latte
Jurou tends to use Alistair Blackthorne as his name when in human realm. This sometimes confuses people because his Asian heritage from his mother is visible on his features, but then he is able to speak with a perfect English or Scottish accent (His family owns a mansion in Scotland).
Despite having Japanese relatives, they ironically are not related to him through his actual Japanese mother, but his father.
Their home is in the same building as his tattoo parlor; the entire two floors upstairs are his home while the bottom floor is for the parlor.
The old mansion in human world Scotland is where his father currently lives in, and it is staffed by four people; two humans and two nonhumans.
He was always creative and since he is good with spells and part of him wanted a job that'd allow him to connect with people more/a more lowkey work, he ended up as tattooist. (In mirror world, tattoos can have magic effects applied to them, such as glowing, shifting and moving images, color change, etc)
Generally his clients tend to be nice and less afraid of him than most others, not to mention his and his staff's work quality is top notch.
Most of his tattoos were made by his staff in fact.
The spiderweb under his eye is not a tattoo, but a birthmark
He often goes to lunch in Shinjii's cafe next door.
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𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃! 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨, “҉T҉r҉a҉n҉s҉c҉e҉n҉d҉“҉
Aired 01.26.23
Featuring music from Lauren Auder, Alice Coltrane, FKA Twigs, and more. Listen on Spotify and Apple Music.
I first made this set as a test run for the Listening Party events I wanted to do at UIC’s School of Design. With the intention to play it right after students got out of class, I chose to begin with “in god’s childlike hands” by Lauren Auder. Which I first heard play in Virgil Abloh’s last show for LV. This song builds up perfectly, the instruments slowly building up, mimicking an almost alien like forest coming into view, (reminds me of Bjork’s Utopia), I found it fitting that the ‘siren’ that starts around the 2:30 mark almost resembles a police siren, seeing how UIC is in the city.
The next three songs, are a part of what I like to call a ‘run’, where I let the songs play without introduction. “Hyperballad” by Bjork, “Cicada,” by Sega Bodega, and “How Does It Feel,” by Pharrel Williams. These three songs have very similar beats, where it almost sounds as if its reverbing in on itself. (In my head I picture it as the sound bounces off the walls of a narrow hallway.) They transition into each other pretty well despite the difference in genre and overall sounds.
Originally White Willow Bark” by MF DOOM was meant to be an interlude to allow me to explain the set’s overall theme, I did in fact forget when it came to the actual show. However, this interlude does serve to help cut into a different sound. While choosing the music for the set, I kept in mind, what “transcend” meant to me in terms of music. It could mean synths, psychadelia, techno, jazz, hypnotic or grandiose. Listening to “Windowlicker”, specifically A.G Cook’s cover I was immediately impressed at the level of complexity its made with. (Hypnotic techno, smells like sangria). I knew I had to incorporate it somehow. From 4:50, the song is so chaotic its amazing how it doesn’t get muddy, A.G Cook is. a. genius.
The next run in this set is quiet long, “home with you,” by FKA Twigs, “Love’s the Only Way,” by Cage The Elephant, and “Journey into Satchidanada,” by Alice Coltrane and Pharoah Sanders. The perfect example of the beauty that is the Spotify Crossfade. There is no way I would have ever come across this if it hadn’t been for my friend’s suggestion of Cage The Elephant, it was almost by mere coincidence that the two were together in the early draft of the set. “home with you” has these beautiful flutes playing at the end that call back to “in god’s child like hands”. The way it ends, and transitions to “Love’s the Only Way” almost makes it sound as if it were the same song for a moment. If it hadn’t been for the collaboration between Online Ceramics and Alice Coltrane I would have never been introduced to the world of psychedelic jazz that she had created. Her music is incredibly immersive and has a world-building quality to it.
The final run, is made up of “Lucy in The Sky With Diamonds,” by The Beatles, “For Sale?,” by Kendrick Lamar, and “Frosti,” by Bjork (again, yes). Transitioning from Alice Coltrane into The Beatles seemed incredibly fitting, both songs are gorgeous examples of immersive psychadelia, (and both have long titles, jeez). I remember sitting in my 7th grade health class and hearing “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” for the first time, reading the lyrics, and having a discussion on LSD right after and its effects. I don’t remember much of the discussion, I do however remember going home and listening to the song over and over again. “For Sale,” being placed right after “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” the groovy synths and the reverb in the song, along with the references of Lucy over and over, it sounds as if Kendrick is talking about the same Lucy The Beatles sing about. The chime that plays at the end perfectly transitions into the music box that plays in “Frosti,” which comes from Bjork’s album “Vespertine,” which serves as an interlude. Two interludes placed right after the other, who would have thought they would work so well.
The final two songs, I feel, serve as a conclusion, restating the sonic themes from the set. “Bliss,” by Yung Lean and FKA Twigs, (yep, again) and “Falaise,” by Floating Points. With the repeating guitar, the chime, layered with Twigs’s ethereal vocals, along with the lyrics “and I’m seeing sounds.” “Bliss” was the perfect song to close the show. However, there was still time left for me to play one more song. I discovered “Falaise,” on a random spotify playlist one day. It became one of my favorite songs. (It wasn’t until later I would learn the Virgil also used this song in his FW 22 show in Bangkok.) With its hypnotic rhythms, filled with flutes resembling Auder’s “in god’s childlike hands,” the song ends the set with a grandiose transcendental finale.
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I got tagged by @belphegor1982 and almost forgot to do it because it got buried in notifications 😭 i"m sorryyyyyyy
3 ships : only three??? gee what a cruel question. I guess i will point towards my latest obsessions and shove the rest of the pile under my bed
Zoro/Sanji from One Piece. It's funny to come back to my teenage obsessions to see my taste in ships has drastically changed. I did not ship these two when i was 13 but i sure do now. They're the wings of the future Pirate King. They can't spend two minutes next to each other without trying to cave each other's skull in. They're each other's best friend and they will never admit it. They're a pragmatist/Idealist duo. They always disagree except on the essential. Also the idea of Sanji having to cope with the fact that he's attracted to a man is extremely funny to me.
Ghost/Soap from Call of Duty. My favourite war criminals<3 They're fun they're deadly they commit unspeakable acts on the daily. They nag each other on comms and probably had sex next to a corpse at least once. They're a piece of propaganda from the military industrial complex and i almost forgive them.
Gideon/Harrow from the Locked Tomb. I'm just starting with these two, only started reading Gideon the Ninth but oooooh god. They're obsessed with each other. They hate each other's guts. They want to climb each other so bad. They're a jock x goth pairing. They have witnessed the Horrors together hand in unlovable hand. I can't wait to see more of them.
First ship : Cobra and Kinana from Fairy Tail. The CHOKEHOLD these two had on 12yo me was insane. They were the reason I started reading fanfic (on ffnet at the time because the French fandom for Fairy Tail was insanely good over there). They're your typical edgy redempted villain x sweet girl on the hero's side. Except she was his snake for ten years. But don't worry about that.
I still love them SO MUCH for nostalgia alone (and for some scenes that I maintain were objectively good).
Last Song : the Chicago soundtrack but especially "All I Care About Is Love" and "When You're Good To Mama"
Last Movie : Chicago (2002) and it's a fucking banger but everyone knew that already. Sexy ladies, lies and jazz, what can i ask more??? here, have another gif
Currently watching : i'm kind of between shows at the moment, I watched netflix's live action One Piece and I know Call of Duty Modern Warfare III is coming next month so i'm living in my fanfic bubble not watching too many new things
Currently consuming : my own nose juice because i've got a cold i'm sick i can't breathe leave me alone
Currently craving : these.
tagging @kaantt @dagss @suzhhou
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My thoughts on Barbenheimer, since these movies are now inextricably linked in my mind forever and I liked both of them more than I thought I would:
Barbie
I had a lot of thoughts on feminism, patriarchy, capitalism, and all that jazz after watching this one, but smarter people have already dissected that better than I could.
What I will say is I was hysterically laughing at almost every moment to the point where my face and abs hurt. Every time Will Farrell's gaggle of incompetent suited executive officers were on screen I just couldn't hold the giggles in. Helen Mirren's narration reminded me SO MUCH of God in Good Omens in a way that really got to me. There were parts where nobody else in the theater was laughing, but my partner and I were fighting to keep our guffaws down because the humor was just so, so on point for us. "SUBLIME."
My partner is a cis white male, and after reading the opinions of others of his kind, I am reminded once again how fucking lucky I am that he turned out to be a good one. He liked the movie even more than I did and it really resonated with him.
I wished the movie had delved a tiny bit more into how the patriarchy fucks men up too, and not just queer or neurodivergent or different men like Allan, ALL men are shoved into a box and punished for stepping out of line under the patriarchy. And I wish Allan had more screentime.
Generally I felt the movie was a bit heavy handed with its morals. Of course I completely agree with what it had to say and I don't mean to tone police. But because of my background and religious trauma I am just acutely and unfortunately aware of the kind of visceral reaction certain people will have to the way Barbie presents its themes. This was a movie that speaks to people who already agree with its central ideas. But if the writers/producers actually wanted to make anti-feminists think critically about their position, I think the message was a bit too hamfisted or condescending to accomplish that.
However I'm aware that even my thinking about this point is largely because of my anxiety and religious trauma and I am really tired of running films through a filter of "What would my dad say if he watched this movie?" I'll stop there before this becomes an entire therapy sesh
All that being said, I laughed, I cried, I spilled water on myself, I loved seeing all the pink clothes. Every actor was hysterical and beautiful. I love that movies can be bright and colorful and whimsical again. I gave the movie a 9/10.
Oppenheimer
What a shock to move on to this movie. To be honest, I am not a fan of war movies in general and I didn't know why people were so excited about this one. We probably wouldn't have gone if our friends didn't want to do the double feature.
At first, I was irritated. After coming from Barbie, having a movie totally populated by old cis white men felt annoying. There were almost no important female characters at the beginning. I noticed how Florence Pugh's character was basically just a sex object - yes she had interesting opinions, but it seemed like she was naked and riding a dick for half her scenes. Why was she naked but Cillian Murphy was fully clothed for their first sex scene? The whole movie seemed focused on a male gaze and a male perspective, par for the course for a war movie.
When Emily Blunt's character said "Can you explain quantum physics to me? It seems awfully complex." All I could think was "Can you play guitar at me?" Dead.
BUT.
As the movie went on I started to realize how well it fit with the themes Barbie focused on, but from another side. This movie is full of old cis white men, yes. They are the patriarchy, the literal men in power.
Oppenheimer actually did an incredible job examining exactly what I was left contemplating after I left Barbie - how the patriarchy destroys everyone, even the men who it benefits the most.
What a perfect example of how the competitive, egotistical, compassion-less, violent nature of toxic masculinity hurts everyone who participates in it while claiming innocent victims. The patriarchy built a weapon of mass destruction, refused to listen to calls for discretion, and murdered hundreds of thousands of civilians. And then the men, just like the Kens, began to feel their egos being threatened and they fought and backstabbed each other into obliteration.
So in the end it ended up being a marvelous commentary on similar social and political issues just like Barbie, while also being a strong anti-war movie (as Steven Spielberg would say every war movie is.) It was beautifully shot and the performances were incredible. The use of color and sound was perfect and the Trinity bomb scene (and the gym scene after) was one of the most impactful things I have ever seen. I felt like my brain was buzzing and my jaw was open for most of the movie.
However, I don't think Oppenheimer passed the Bechdel test and I was pretty bummed at the lack of female characters although Kitty's questioning scene was the most badass part of the whole movie. It was too long, too many names to remember, the timelines were confusing, and everything after the bomb test seemed to be boring political dialogue that I barely stayed awake for.
I gave it an 8/10.
#holy crap i have so many more thoughts#nobody is going to read this except maybe me in the future#barbie#oppenheimer#barbenheimer#barbie spoilers#oppenheimer spoilers#movie review
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