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sansxfuckyou · 5 months

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sugar and spice, but not so nice

Summary: Riff's definitely not hurting for a Pop Troll, regardless, Barb offers to lend him a hand in getting Floyd's attention

Warnings: swear words censored when spoken by Pop Trolls cause its funny, there is tension and its almost sexual

Authors Note: the fliff brainworms got to me guys, I couldn't stop myself the second I got a keyboard in hand, it just happened. hope ya'll enjoy, and if you do consider dropping a reblog or checkin' the ao3 port

"Really, Riff? That Pop freak is the Troll you're jonesing for?" Barb asked.

Riff just nodded and Barb had the audacity to laugh, "What's so funny about it?"

"Oh nothing, it's just that he's the epitome of sugar, spice, and everything nice," Barb stated boldly, almost abrasively at that. She looks so very, very disappointed in Riff, "C'mon man! There's so many rockers and you choose a Pop troll! We got Death, we got Punk, we got Thrash- and you choose someone who clearly isn't any of the above."

"He's sort of like, Pop Punk," Riff said, "But he could totally pull a death scream if he wanted too."

Barb scoffed, "He's pink, he's so pink it makes me want to vomit."

"Magenta," Riff corrected sharply, "His hair is magenta and white, we could introduce him to hair dye."

"That's illegal in Pop," Barb said, "He'd be staked if you dyed his hair."

"Then he could stay in Rock, until it faded out, just for a little bit," Riff said.

Barb gave a faux gag and the tuft of her tail puffed up, "You're gross."

Riff props the rim of his toque up with the blunt end of his drumstick, "How about Viva? Isn't she also a Pop troll?" He's pushing his luck, he's pushing it harder than he thought he ever would.

"Let's move onto the next subject," Barb swiftly answered with, quick to defend her own sanctity of being a Rock Troll who definitely isn't out for a Pop Troll. A Pop Troll without any Rock tendencies, because she'll admit it, Floyd has some Rock potential despite everything. "Hair dye. You want to dye his hair for a date?"

"To help him blend in more," Riff answered with, tail flipping back and forth, "I'd really like to perform some music with him."

"I'll pull some strings for you, my shockingly smart friend," Barb answered with.

-/-/-/-

Floyd is the one who chose the song, he's the one who chose the list of songs he wanted to perform. And all of them were shockingly raunchy, shockingly explicit, very unbecoming of a Troll whose origin is Pop. It shocks Barb more than it does Riff, she just stares at the list and reads over them while Floyd looks at her like a puppy.

"Lemme just," She pauses, then speaks, "Nine Inch Nails?"

"If you don't mind," Floyd tacked on before she could further question.

Barb laughed a bit, "Please, I love them, woulda been a fan since day one but I wasn't quite born yet. But the songs?"

Floyd can't quite form a verbal answer, just give this sheepish grin. Barb swears his fringe falls a little further over his eyes and she's bold enough to reach out a paw and bat it away. The bleached section is frail, it feels like hay compared to what still retained that magenta hue she mocked. He almost lurches back, his fur just stands on end, and Barb pulls back her hand.

"Personally, I like them. But singing about fucking someone to feel alive doesn't seem your speed, isn't there a weird Pop language barrier?" Barb asked, "Or that one line from a different song, 'I am a good boy and I will swallow it all,' Floyd, that's an amazing song but jeez."

"I thought it'd be funny, cause whenever I try and swear it just," He pauses, trying to find out how to describe it before settling on just swearing, "F*ck, a$$."

Barb laughs until her stomach hurts at the garbled intentions of swearing that Floyd manages to provide. The Pop swear barrier has never been funnier in her entire life, but the fact he can enunciate enough to get the idea of an expletive across is impressive. Trolls like Poppy can barely say 'frick' without a large censor forcing itself in place, but Floyd? He's almost broken it.

"Alright kid-"

"I'm older than you,"

"Same difference; I'll cue up the songs for you and Riff,"

"You aren't joining?"

"Not unless you want me too, might hog the spotlight, sorry if I do," A small giggle snort, "It would be fun to try and go at it with a Pop Troll."

-/-/-/-

Riff stares.

He stares the entire fucking show.

He can't help it really, eyes stuck on a Troll like Floyd as he just drums out the beats and Barb strums out the additional bass lines. It's a comfort really, having someone in the back man the soundboard for the industrious instruments they can't quite do as a trio.

He holds on tight to whatever sense of sanity he can grasp whenever he gets gifted a glance at Floyd's face. He really is head over heels, he really is deep in this pit, for a Pop Troll of all genres. Albeit, a Pop Troll that's belting out songs of the industrial rock genre with an uncanny amount of ease. But still a Pop Troll, still something he'll be disowned over at the dinner table even if Barb goes public with Viva.

He'll just take this if he can't get anything else.

He'll take performing songs with his two favorite Trolls over nothing any day of the week.

-/-/-/-

Post show jitters reside comfortably on Floyd's fur, splayed atop an amp larger than he is with his tail lazily thumping on the material. His chest is heaving and he's curling and uncurling the mic cord around a finger, painted nail scratching at the plastic so rarely.

"Good show," He manages, voice cracking just a bit with how much he stressed it trying to break the Pop swear barrier for one song. He failed to do so, but he still tried until he felt like he was passing out, vision nearly going spotty. It was more fun than he'd ever had performing with his brothers.

Riff takes a heavy breath, "Great show," He's giving this long exhale that's almost a laugh as he speaks.

"Amazing show, I should go work an after party," Barb mused.

"Aw, is your girlfriend rubbing off on you?" Riff teased, rolling onto his stomach where he lay on the cold, hard, concrete ground. It eased his nerves, they were still on fire, the layers of denim and torn fabric probably didn't help much.

"Girlfriend? Tell me more, Riffy," Floyd said before he could stop himself, glancing down at the navy Troll from where he lay.

"Barb has a crush on Viva," Riff drawled as he pulled himself into a criss crossed position, one leg over the other. Floyd nearly laughs.

"Hey man! We agreed not to talk about her," Barb snapped as she stood up from her chair. She stretched her arms over her head and her tail snapped to punctuate her sentence, "Not like you can talk either."

Floyd raises a brow, "Tell me all about it, Barb," he lets his legs sway over the edge of the amp.

Riff sends Barb a pleading look, a begging look, desperation impossibly clear on his partially obscured face.

She just grins, "Well, our friend here has a crush on a Pop Troll. A fella trying to change genres when no one's looking," She winks at Floyd and watches as Riff tries not to respond to the words viscerally, that would give it away and he's highly aware that Barb is trying to play him like the cheap kazoo he is.

"Controversial," Floyd managed to supply, "But fun, inter-genre relations are still kind of, ya know."

"Yeah, kind of," Riff answered with, "Rock Trolls are wide open to the idea in my experience. We legalized polyamory a hundred some odd years ago. We're working on the papers for inter-genre stuff as we speak."

Floyd laughed, "I should just, live here as a Rock Troll. Pop Rock, Pop Punk, Pop Thrash- I could make it work."

"That you could," Barb said, there's this twisted grin on her face, showing off all of her fangs, "But really, I gotta catch that after party, you two can chat."

It's a segue into a conversation really, a shoe in for them to continue speaking as she leaves. She wants this as much as Riff does, maybe if she gets him with Floyd he'll let her fawn over Viva in peace.

Riff just taps his drumstick on the ground, balanced between fingers and tapping back and forth. Floyd just stares at Riff from the amp comfortably, sort of like a cat on a high perch.

"So this mystery Troll, tell me more," Floyd prompts as he slides off of the amp, "If you want too."

And Riff does want too, he wants to tell Floyd everything, but he bites his tongue. He just shrugs, "Nice guy really, probably heading back to Pop sooner than later."

"Pop? Are you crushing on JD?"

Riff shudders, "No offense, but he's too Country coded."

"Did you just call my brother Country coded?" Floyd asked with this devilish smirk, slowly stepping closer to Riff as he goes.

"Am I wrong?" Riff countered with a nervous chuckle.

"Never said you were, but continue about this Troll," Floyd urged, if he just reached out he could trace his hands across Riff's face. Learn every contour, twirl a finger through his hair, that would be nice, that could also be the adrenaline talking.

"Right, right," Riff stalled, what else he could say that isn't virtually outright saying that it's Floyd? Not a whole lot, "Got a great voice, an amazing voice with even greater range. It's scary really, he just hops on stage and gets into it, like he's a different person."

Floyd's tail flicks just a bit, Riff doesn't notice the tell that the Pop Troll is onto him.

"And then he starts to sing, most Rockers have deep voices naturally, but this breath of fresh air, a blend of Pop and Punk? It's amazing," Riff overexplained, just going off, "I'm talking too much, aren't I?" He looks up to find Floyd much, much closer than before. Red instantly rises to the Rocker's face, a stark contrast to his usual hue.

"No," Floyd said quietly, the flow of words pausing just enough to make Riff worry. He comes to a complete halt when the gap is small enough their knees are almost knocked against each other, "Keep going."

"I would," Riff begins, drawing out the syllables as he stares at Floyd through the blur of black hair and fabric alike. He brings a paw to run through his hair and it knocks back the toque just a bit, "But, I don't know what else there is to say without totally blowing the covers," He pauses, "He's really pretty."

"It's me," Floyd declares.

"It is," Riff confirms.

The Pop troll places a gentle kiss to Riff's forehead, one of the few spots where frizzy black hair isn't splayed over his fur. He rears back just a bit, "That's pretty fuckin' sweet," He doesn't even realize the Pop swear barrier dissolved entirely for a brief moment.

"Pretty fuckin' sweet," Riff echoes back before pushing aside a chunk of Floyd's fringe to return the motion. He almost flinches back from it, expecting the contact to sting or ache with how frail that performance left him, but it doesn't. It just feels nice, a warmth sprouting all over his body, it tingles and he loves the sensation.

"You should go tell Barb, we could pressure her into telling Viva," Floyd proposed, "That'd be fun, no?"

Riff is reeling, it took a moment for it to catch up but he is fucking reeling when it finally does. His eyes widen just a bit, there goes the boldness of adrenaline, "That actually happened," He tentatively places his paw on Floyd's, it isn't shoved off, "Oh my god it actually, it happened."

"Yeah man," Floyd said, pressing another chaste kiss to Riff's face, this time his cheek, "It did, and I'll do it again."

Before he freaks out he manages to collect himself enough to breath, "Let's go find Barb, she's been listening to me talk about you for a while now."

"Oh? So this crush isn't a new development?" Floyd teased gently.

"Not at all. But her thing for Viva? That's new," Riff countered with a laugh, it's nervous, just to fill the silence, "But us, we're a thing, those kisses?"

"Those kisses made us a thing," It's a calm reaffirmation, a promise with the squeeze of a paw.

"See, that's new, newer than Barb's crush on Viva," Riff explained, "Which is why we need to find her and tell her."

"You're freaking out,"

"Oh absolutely, you just kissed me, why wouldn't I be freaking out?"

#trolls fanfic #trolls #trolls band together #trolls world tour #fliff trolls #floyd x riff #floyd trolls #riff trolls #barb trolls #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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tamarackbaumann · 1 year

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Descriptions under cut!

Mai Hong Lee:

Mai Hong is anxiety incarnate; they worry over everything and anything. They just want to make a good first impression bc they’ve never had close friends, but more often than not they overthink on what to say and end up missing their chance or talk themselves out of things. Tamarack and Qiu’s insistent and unwavering personalities absolutely obliterate this wall tho.

I made Mai spring themed to emphasize how out of place they are in the autumn setting of Golden Grove. In Vietnamese, “Mai” is means “plum blossom” (to reference the plum color hair they share with their mom) and “Hồng” means “pink/rosy” (to reference their eyes and plum blossoms).

Since Mai is Vietnamese, they call their mom “Mẹ” (pronounced “meh”).

When Mai first met Qiu, they thought they were going to get arrested for trespassing on his backyard. And when they first met Tamarack, they screamed so loudly when she popped out of the leaf pile that Qiu also yelled (mostly bc he was surprised how loud they could scream).

Mai tends to be a literal thinker and quite reasonable for her age. It tends to make her a bit of a wet blanket though (another reason she’s never been popular), so she keeps quiet about how she feels. But she’s also very observant and considerate with a good memory, so she does very well in schoolwork.

On school their first day of new school, when Mrs. Murray called them for roll call, they froze up trying to decide how they should say hello. When Qiu and Tamarack both very publicly spoke up for them, they were frozen again from mortification and embarrassment, but also from being so moved they’d defend her like that.

To help calm her anxiety, Mai’s mom has taught her to describe the things around her in deep detail. Bc of this they’re really good at describing and explaining things to people.

Mai likes to draw, it’s very meditative for them! When they grow up, they would probably become a scientific illustrator, mostly drawing plants.

Mai’s bandaid on their nose from from an incident from her last school! There was a girl who would go out of her way to hang out with Mai, but also talk down to her and make Mai do everything for her. She was like Mai’s personal bully, but also her only friend so they never spoke up or retaliated against her. On Mai’s last day at school, the girl had sneaked a pair of adult scissors from the teacher’s desk to use for a craft the class was doing. The girl and another student got into a fight about her using the scissors, and the girl yanked away the scissors to keep the other student from taking them. Mai, who was standing quietly behind the girl trying to decide what to do, was slashed across the nose on accident. It was a small but deep cut, and Mai started bleeding very quickly. Both of their parents were called down, and Mai thought about how she should probably feel good now that this girl has gotten in big trouble for hurting them. But when the girl’s mother arrived, Mai saw her mom fly into a rage and yell and berate her heavily, and they just couldn’t feel anything but sad for her. The girl said sorry to her and Mai said it was okay, and that was the last time she ever saw or talked to her.

Minverva:

Former friendless kid with a love of learning (especially science) and skateboarding. Once she's older, she ends up becoming a full-on punk. (minerva art by jadesnap, on tumblr!)

+ bonus essay link!

#our life now and forever #our life now & forever #ol:nf #our life: now & forever #ol2 mc fights #ol2

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charmixpower · 1 year

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Could you please write about each of the winx girls experiencing cultural shock when visiting each other's planets? Like them on Zenith or Andros, if you get what I mean😅

Here u go I hope this is what u meant!

Earth;

Stella: People not knowing about magic bothers them all but it's a extra circle of hell for Stella because she uses her magic for everything and she can't now

Flora: You know at least on Zenith the buildings are magic, they're not alive, but they have SOMETHING going on

Tecna: All the technology is so fucking old and Tecna is going to kill someone

Musa: Earth is a lot like Magix and Musa very quickly got used to Magix, and yeah ppl don't know shit about magic but people didn't have access to constant magic in her hometown either. She misses being able to make pop culture references that people can understand

Aisha: Why is there a island of garbage in the ocean??? WHY IS THERE A ISLAND OF GARBAGE IN THE OCEAN??

Tho a big thing is everyone knows that the Great Dragon is God so all these not Great Dragon religions are very confusing

Solaria;

Bloom: Its never nighttime on Solaria, Bloom's circadian cycle is completely fucked

Flora: Seeing what flora and fauna are like on a plant where there is no night is so fucking weird. Like it's so weird to her

Tecna: Why does everyone here take eye contact as a excuse to start meaningless small talk

Musa: Musa is used to royals at least being like...a little respected as political figures. On Solaria they're literally just figure head celebrities who are constantly hounded by trashy magazines, it's just really weird to someone who grew up with a royal family that actually has power

Aisha: Solaria is a desert, Aisha comes from an ocean planet, save to say Aisha is VERY OUT OF HER DEPTH

Because it's so hot on Solaria most people walk around shirtless...it's a tits out kinda planet. That and they do midday naps whenever the sun is at it's peak

Noctilucae;

Bloom: Bloom is used to places with a fuck ton of light pollution (ie Earth and Magix) and being able to look up and see all the stars because people on Noctilucae don't use bright lights is so wild to her

Flora: She thought the animals on the all sunlight all the time planet was weird, plants on the all moonlight all the time planet are so fucking weird (she misses the sun)

Tecna: Noctilucae mixes Tecnomagic and natural magic in a very solar punk esq way and it's v wild to Tecna who always assumed it was one or the other

Musa: it's quiet on Noctilucae. Musa has never delt with quiet before. Low noise pollution what the fuck

Aisha: <- Is scared of the dark

^ is on the nighttime planet

Bonus: Stella is rarely at her mother's home planet but she never gets over being able to see without sunglasses or enchanting her eyes. It's one of the places she won't complain about running around because it's so easy on her eyes

Linphea;

Bloom: WHY ARE THESE BUGS SO BIG AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Stella: yeah no, she'd like a raincheck on all this nature. Where are the roads?? Her shoes are getting dirty

Tecna: The most Tecnomagic anywhere is cell towers. Everything else is completely natural magic and it is weirding her the FUCK out

Musa: Musa grew up having to defend her self and is usually very bitey because of it but everyone here is just so chill and kind it just saps the sarcasm out of her

Aisha: Linphea buildings are extremely resistant to natural disasters so Aisha is always extremely confused by how chill everyone is when one is going to happen. (It's because they live in trees and such that they can magically reinforce while Andros water magic makes it easier to keep away the natural disasters)

Zenith;

Bloom: Bloom feels like she just walked into a sci-fi movie what the fuck is all this Tecno bullshit??? She is so fuckin confused by how high tech everything is—WHY DO ALL THE APPLIANCES TALK??

Stella: No one fucking smiles. Stella's so used to walking around and making eye contact and smiling and getting the same back but here everyone stares at her like she's insane, why does everyone hate smiling???

Flora: Not a single area of the city's Zenith is known form has natural magic. It's all tecnomagic. All the buildings are magic but not a single one is alive. Nothing is alive. It's driving her in-fucking-sane. Not to mention how everyone is so standoffish and no one smiles–

Musa: "What do you mean the doctor visit is free? What do you mean my perception is free? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HEALTH CARE IS FREE??" Zenith has the best societal health care system in the dimension and letting someone die because they can't afford to live is illogical so it's all free and it makes Musa's head spin

Aisha: Zenitan is like Finnish, you talk to the queen the same way you talk to your friends. There is no polite way to address someone. Aisha's has never been in a situation where she can always talk casually?? Zenith doesn't have time for niceties

Melody;

Bloom: This place has an honest to god functional monarchy and a aristocracy....Bloom keeps forgetting that the magical dimension still has real monarchies

Stella: So much of Melody is floating and Stella is aggressively in her fairy form all the time because it's terrifying

Flora: Melody uses their core of harmony to keep nature docile and it weirds the fuck out of Flora. Nature is murderous and powerful what the fuck do you MEAN you domesticated it???

Tecna: It's very loud. There's always some kind of music playing constantly and people talking loudly over it. Zenith has bots that give announcements that keep Zenith from being too quiet but this is just so weird

Aisha: most people are to themselves and their own group on Melody and people will be visibly weirded out if you're a stranger randomly going up to people, very different from Andros

Andros;

Bloom: It's not that bad. All land masses on Andros are islands, there are two fucking species with different forms of government just hanging out with each other, it rains FUCKIN constantly. Bloom has never been around this much water in her life and she does not like it. The Andros people are fairly chill but the relationship between sea Andros and land Andros always feels a little shaky to both sides, because if either of them goes rogue, due to their access to the ocean gates, that would start an intergalactic war. So everyone is always either a touch nervous or doesn't give a fuck. There are constant ceremonies going on to control the weather because magical tsunamis are a hell and a half but everyone is very nonplussed about the fact that their entire home could be wrecked because the ocean felt like it today. It's very "what can you do". It's what Bloom imagines earth will be life after everyone gets used to magic

Stella: OH DEAR GOD IS IT FUCKIN HUMID. Solaria is dry. Solaria is dry as balls. Noctilucae is wet, but it's foggy. The water is cool, this is hot wet and sticky and she despises it and her hair is ruined and she is going to die. There is so much fish. Stella has only seen this much fish the one time she visited her mother's planet. Stella cannot find a single non-sea food meal. The local desert planet girl is VERY confused

Flora: Depends. Land Andros is kinda....at war with nature. Mostly because nature is trying to fucking drown them and destroy all their infrastructure I with tsunamis constantly. Flora doesn't understand it, but sea Andros??? Sea Andros is her vibe. Sea Andros unde buyingrstands the voice of nature and is the oceans children. Tho watching storm chasers (magic users who use their magic to stop storms) always jars the fuck out of her

Tecna: The most popular pass times on Andros are swimming and surfboarding and stuff so it's not uncommon to see a bunch of random Androian people who just met hanging out together because they decided they wanted to play a team sport together. They're not as outwardly friendly as Solarians but quicker to become familiar pretty quickly which is extremely odd for Tecna. Strangers being kind is normal on Zenith, strangers being personable on the other hand?? No absolutely not. Zenith is very polite but not friendly and Andros's sense of comrade catches Tecna off guard all the time

Musa: Why in the flying fuck are there so many storms here??? Melody is very lucky because its magic of harmony keeps the sea calm and such but seeing what it could have been like if they didn't have nature constantly being mellowed out is so scary

Domino;

Bloom: Public uses of bigger magic is both legal and common, sometimes you'll see someone fling some magic in the air to make a firework. Magic everywhere

Stella: Domino has a lot of festivals and parties. Uh Solaria doesn't, it's hot as balls, people will party but dear god not that often

Flora: If two people consent they can legally beat the shit out of each other in a fight, Flora has never been so confused

Tecna: Everything is very loud on Domino down to the decorations and its very strange to her

Musa: Domino has a strong sense of community, like even with strangers, for just the sake of helping. Which is similar to Zenith except it's warmer and less impersonal. It's very strange to Musa

Aisha: bonfires are not a common thing on Andros, but you'll see people sitting around them everywhere at night on Domino

#winx club #asks #rus chatters

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t4tklonoa · 10 months

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you're one of the most based coroika fans ive ever seen . What are your thoughts on (and hcs for maybe?) the best 8

Thank u v much!!! I try my best.......

AND. I absolutely love the best 8 I think they are so silly. the designs are super cool (even if they ar just the promo kids) and their personalities are v distinctive and fun

although I think the group is alitttlle too big ? and I miss the side characters that are part of the teams getting at least a little spotlight like with Avi (I only rll hav this problem with the hierarchy). I am not asking that every side character gets one but at least one or two since the important teams are doubled would be nice. and from the looks of it (slight spoilers for chapter 75) Wire doesn't have a v important connection to any of his teammates.... BUT also it's v early to determine if any side characters will get more attention ! so u can tots just ignore this part (also buzz glasses and polpo may be the lucky ones since they appear alot with their captains)

also headcanons under cut bc I'm supppper normal abt the coroikers and hav one million headcanons ^^ (also haven't been able to read the most recent inkling almanac. some hc's may make no sense considering the new info)

MITSU !!!

It is so genderqueer ur honor. slaps she/it pronouns on her

she grew up along Kojake they are siblings... Mitsu and Kojake developed their own kind of sign language to communicate, it's v bare bones but they are living their best life out there man

I refuse to believe it collects junk as a hobby only. Poor thang doesn't have a house it lives in junk yards with Kojake

not a headcanon but she's so cool. wow

HORNMET !!!

TRANSFEM ! she has facial hair and rll enjoys showing it off

has a crush on Mitsu maybe? maybe you'll never know (she does she is alesbian)

looooves collecting rocks and sharp things

girl who bites

BARRELEYE !!!

considers all of his teammates as family :]

ABSOLUTELY. loves Polpo to death he's always talking abt how great his punk rock sis is the best

has a huge scar that goes thru his face. why? he fell off the stairs when he was little and landed on smth sharp

one million neos but orange's fav one is pop/popself

SHELLMET !!!

transfem also. she is besties with Hornmet

autism stares at u forever. also chronic :3 face

rll good at anarchy, especially clam blitz (SOMEHOW)

she's the oldest out of the best 8, due to this all her teammates are younger than her, they are all little siblings 2 her

she met her teammates when she randomly matched with them for a clam blitz round. they were rll struggling so she was like 'y'know what. I could help u get better ar this mode!' and then she adopted them

SHADY !!!

the most nonbinary to ever nonbinary. uses they/it/ika

Also autism stares at u forever. when ika met shellmet for the first time it was like !!!

missing a fang, got in a nasty fight to defend Flannel (they get bullied :( )

8 BIT !!!

exgender !!! goes by it/its and lots of neos (also goes by dynamo/dynamoself like Rider in my headcanons so they both get v confused when ppl refer to them and they are like. in the same room)

Also goes by many names ! Blaze and Flame are it's fav ones besides 8 bit

chronic fatigue, scorch is always drinking energy drinks

has a weird friendship with trisun... they talk nonstop for some months and then for some months they don't talk 2 eachother.

thang who bites

is rll into art and crafts, doesn't get the opportunity to do stuffies often but it rll loves its hobby (also boom encountered Goggles once in an art and crafts club once. boom was so akward abt it lol)

OCHO !!!

Hemigirl ! goes by he/they/bird/sparrow

has a special interests in birds, owns one million pet birds (rich kid) he loves them all tho (I have to get around to deciding their names and species ough).

had a crush on trisun but now he doesn't know how they feel abt xem (it was v one sided, Ocho barely talked to trisun. later on I think they would b qpps tho!)

doesn't have friends. has been like that their entire life... till bird met Wire ! kinda. he rll wants to get closer to them but Wire is a complex individual and Ocho has no idea how to socialize

WIRE !!!! (get ready for my autism)

nonbinary swagger. they/them

they are mute !!

fast learner, really flexible. they play many different weapons but prefer playing as support most of the time

was trained by shellmet for a bit, developed a huge ego due to this. they think they could've made it as far as they did without shellmet, bc why did they surpass her (lie they believ. they are both as strong) if they aren't just. naturally talented amIright ? (they have problems)

owns aloooot of bracelets. including chewy ones bc they rll enjoy chewing on stuff.

constantly chewing or licking their lips and fingers, they hav alot of scars around their mouth, on their lips and fingers due to this

thang who bites (u)

they have a pet Sparrow (that's how they and Ocho met) and a pet sea slug (Yellow edged polycera)

(chapter 75 kinda spoilers for tha next headcanons)

they and their team have known eachother for most of their life (paralleling blue team!) they are not the same age tho. (buzzcut is the oldest, Wire and punk are middle and the youngest is double-bun) ALSO. they all know ASL

punk does a lot of the talking for them if the ppl they are hanging out with don't know ASL or Wire is too tired to sign (punk knows Wire v well so they can tell most of the time basic stuff Wire wants to say)

#ask #kirbytripledeluxe #hoghog headcanons #needed a tag to organize my hcs... I forger them so often #I think abt my coroikers the normalll amount #hoghog awoos

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danwhobrowses · 8 months

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One Piece Chapter 1092 - Initial Thoughts

And another break ends at last

It's been a thriving time as a One Piece fan these last few weeks; Live Action's delivering, anime is serving, and we had that meaty cliffhanger with Luffy and Kizaru now to pick up on

Let's not wait any longer (also it's late and I gotta work tomorrow XD)

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release

A Jinbe cover this time, for a moment I got excited thinking it was a cover story to explain how he escaped Whole Cake

We instead pick up after Kuma, still running wild on Marejois

But Akainu is here now, though he is getting slandered by the Celestial Dragons, calling for Kuma's death and what they will do about the loss of food

STOP PUTTING HOLES IN PEOPLE WE LIKE AKAINU!!!!

Gave Kuma the Whitebeard face treatment

Kuma paws out of dodge, but not before getting his foot singed

Akainu does mull over telling Bonney that Kuma gave up his mind on his own volition, and wondering as much as we are what the end goal is for Kuma

Back on Egghead, the Mark 3s are sadly killing all the sea beasties, allowing the marines to get to the Fabriophase (ground floor of the island)

Luffy meanwhile is hitting Kizaru in Snakeman

Kizaru is at least giving his strength props, asking why he is defending Vegapunk, but Luffy hits back on the uno reverse: why does he wanna kill Vegapunk?

Kizaru dude he can't hear you from way over there

He says 'I don't want to kill him' but also 'don't get in my way', hmmm?

Speed is weight indeed, but Kizaru needed one hell of a run-up to hit Luffy

Vega Force 1 NOOOOOOOO! The impact sends Luffy flying, including through the giant bot and means of escape

Kizaru then starts being his usual self towards Bonney now, implying he knew her when she was younger and trying to appeal to her connection to Kuma to justify killing Vegapunk

Bonney tries to attack, but Kizaru dodges and kicks her into the barrier

Franky goes to attack but Kizaru's already left, so he quickly goes to contact Usopp

The three Punks have succeeded in breaking York's code, but their joy is cut short by Kizaru's appearance

And like he's right there, chilling between Punk and Usopp

Kizaru takes one last lament before going to complete his mission

But Giant Gear Fifth Luffy with the grab, complete with surrounding characters eyeball popping again

I guess Nami's still not used to Gear Fifth because this is the second time she's eye popped from seeing him, it's Usopp and the Punks' first time up close at least

Kizaru knows about Joy Boy? At least he knows rumors

Luffy looks beat up, but it seems to be because he crossed the barrier twice, maybe he went back for Bonney?

The Drums of Liberation emanating from Giant Luffy is enough to echo to even the hidden bot

AND IT'S AWAKE! IT'S ALIVE!!!

And for the first time in like a month, no break this week!

Well, when one door closes a window opens instead.

I think we all would've liked to see more of Luffy vs Kizaru, but perhaps Oda doesn't want to make the admirals look weakened. Still Kizaru held his own against Yonko-tier Luffy, granted it was only Gear Fourth but it still increases Admiral stocks.

The Kuma stuff is still interesting, and I still want that flashback, but we are all in the dark about his current agenda, it's just heartbreaking that his body is becoming even more damaged at this point, since we want there to be a chance to save him and for Bonney to get her father back.

Kizaru may be playing a bit of a con here, it might be the scanlations, but honestly if he wanted to kill Vegapunk I feel like Vegapunk would already be dead, no posturing or chatting, perhaps he was giving his opponents time to stop him? Who knows. I doubt he can stay in Luffy's grip forever, I mean Haki of course will keep him from slipping out but with Sanji grabbing Nami's bubble gun there will need to be a new means of containment right?

Speaking of, his absence possibly means he's fighting with Zoro? Jinbe, Chopper and Robin's absences remain noted too, what are they up to?

But with the Vega Force 1 destroyed, opportunity arises with the ancient robot. Giant Luffy's heartbeat activating it does lean into the 'Joy Boy was a giant' theory, but the fact that the drums activated it is interesting, is music its infinite power source? How capable is this ancient kingdom bot too compared to the Vega Force 1 in terms of the escape plan, I mean the Sunny isn't in position yet either, more questions to stack on, but another enticing chapter.

#one piece #one piece spoilers #op spoilers #egghead island arc #egghead island #straw hat pirates #monkey d luffy #nami one piece #franky one piece #jewelry bonney #bartholomew kuma #akainu #admiral akainu #akainu sakazuki #kizaru borsalino #admiral kizaru #borsalino #dr vegapunk

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fearhims3lf · 11 months

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PARTIES: @rhythmicmeow @fearhims3lf

TIMING: Current

SUMMARY: Leticia and Mateo have a heart to heart, learning a bit more about each other.

WARNINGS: Parental Death (mention)

“Do you have to take off every punk rock song I put on the playlist? Hey!” Mateo grumbled at his post, rubbing his face as he watched Leticia manage the music. “You know, there’s more music out there than Olivia Rodrigo, Taylor Swift, and Sam Smith. Please!” Again with the overplayed pop music, and thus, again with the never ending torture. It was a good thing Mateo found Leticia so cute and easily pranked. Otherwise he would’ve lost his mind the day he started the job.

“Eh, I’ll just change it later I guess.” Mateo leaned back in his chair, balancing it carefully. Sure, Leticia could lock the area to prevent him from changing her playlist, but what she didn’t know was that as long as he had a lockpick or his nighttime abilities, most places were free reign for the clerk. The music station was no different. “The only good thing on there anyway is that Rick Astley fool. It’s always funny to see how people react.”

Humming the song Unholy, Leticia did the dance moves at the same time, quietly and maintaining eye contact, unsure herself if she was doing it because she loved the song, or if she wanted Mateo to deal with it a few moments longer. “I know,” she finally said, leaning against the counter, bobbing her head to the side as if she were thrilled he was so miserable with the playlist she had chosen for the day. She only had so much control before the keys in her pocket were in someone else’s hand and they took over the booth while she was doing something else.

“Wow, absolutely no respect. Not even from you.” Leticia forced a huff, pretending to be deeply offended by the confession. But there was no heat in her voice, if anything, she was lighter than she had been in the previous days. Life might have been kicking her around, but this place was safe. Even with Mateo constantly testing her boundaries — it was familiar. Good, even. “Everyone loves Rick Astley. Don’t pretend you don’t. He’s iconic in every genre. Besides,” Leticia leaned on her fist and looked at the cutout, batting her eyelashes dramatically. “He’s so handsome.”

“I can only respect people with good taste in music.” Which, to be fair, Mateo knew he was extremely biased. Not to mention, he did enjoy some pop music, but no one needed to know that dark secret of his. If left up to him, that’s a secret he’d be taking to his grave.

“You know what?” Mateo grinned, the chair legs planting firmly to the ground with a clap as he leaned forward. He mirrored Leticia’s position, sighing as he mockingly mused along. “He is pretty handsome, but he had one single hit. Don’t hold a candle to what you did, ma.” As much as Mateo bullied Leticia, he did have a fond respect for her. Her talent and mark in music was one of the many reasons he asked for a job at the shop in the first place. Being around a musically inclined person was a bonus to the cover he found.

“I don’t get it, though. You have so much talent, yet you listen to this…” Mateo grimaced, “Noise.” He hopped off of his chair and circled around the counter, seeing a customer struggling with testing out a vinyl. People really needed to learn to not touch the surface of them. With a sigh, he returned to bother Leticia, hearing the final notes of the song. “Thank god. I was getting tired of that shitty ass electric piano.”

Her mouth fell open dramatically, but she didn’t bother challenging him on that fact. Leticia knew that any attempt to defend her taste in music would only dig the hole a little deeper. It was funny how Mateo managed to do that, no matter how much she tried or how highly she thought of herself, he always had something to say that would make her falter. “That’s so mean, what if I cry, Mateo? Hm? What then?” She pushed out her bottom lip dramatically, as if that would do anything.

The compliment was unexpected. The tension in her shoulders dropped and Leticia looked at him with a more fond expression. “Feels like a lifetime ago now,” she admitted, sighing at the realization of how long it truly had been. Just a few months, and she was sure the news had already forgotten her. But Mateo was talking to her like she was still worth something, even when he saw her like this and not the perfect version of her that her manager had curated for the stage. She didn’t quite know how to thank him for that.

Her gaze followed him when he went to help out the customer, and Leticia had to hold in a laugh because, as usual, Mateo had some kind of magic over the customers. His back was turned, but the customer was watching him all the same. They were going to buy that album just because Mateo touched it. “Watch your mouth before I play it again,” she threatened, before rolling her eyes. “You’ve got thirty seconds to pick a song. Otherwise I’m switching it to Taylor Swift.”

Like a little gremlin, Mateo rubbed his greedy hands together and zoomed away to make his decision. He grumbled for a few moments to himself, wasting precious time, but he couldn’t help it. How could Leticia only give a few measly seconds to pick out a song, and only one at that?! Mateo twiddled his fingers a moment longer, typing to find the one song he’d been playing on repeat as of late.

We Are 138 by The Misfits.

“Oh, hell yeah, I’ve made my pick, jefa. You’re gonna love it.” The song came to life on the speakers, the distorted guitar rumbled and Glenn Danzig’s voice chanted through soon after, the chant sending Mateo’s head bobbing. “See, now this is music here. Listen to how the bass is so subtle but makes that guitar pop.” He wished he had guitar or drums with him, or rather, that he was home so no one would see him, but he’d settle for making Leticia fall in love with the song. Playing music for others was a little too intimate, so sharing music was much easier.

“So what do you think?”

Watching from her spot against the counter, Leticia grinned as she watched him wasting precious moments trying to decide. It was a little unfair to put such a short time limit on him, but it added a sense of urgency. One that would keep him from spending the next thirty minutes adding every song that he’d ever wished she played to the playlist.

“I hope you made it a good one.” He would, she knew. For all the times she made fun of him and he made fun of her, he had never suggested a bad song. Leticia sometimes wished he would so she could make fun of him in the same intensity that he gave her. His head started to bob as the first beats started to play and she nodded her head. The build up between the instruments was infectious.

“I think…” Leticia drummed her fingers on the counter to the beat, pretending to think about her answer. “That you made a good choice. But don’t get a big head about it.” It was the kind of song that made her miss performing. A sense of nostalgia, even if it wasn’t a song she had ever played.

Mateo playfully danced in place, jumping and head banging to the beat of the music. He liked being silly, getting lost in the music enough to let it behave as if it controlled his limbs. In a way, it did. Many times, it truly felt like the music moved his heart enough to resemble a beat, matching the tempo of his favorite songs.

Music had that power, the kind that couldn’t be explained. Or maybe it could. Mateo was so new to the world of the supernatural that there was still so much to learn about. All in due time, he supposed. “Man…” Mateo sucked his teeth, Leticia’s comment putting a damper on his rocking out. “Can’t get one if I already got it.” He laughed, leaning on the counter and drumming perfectly along to the chorus.

“You should’ve seen these guys back in the day though. Saw them for the first time in two-thousand when I was still a kid causing trouble.” A smug grin tugged at Mateo’s cheeks, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he recounted his story with a flair of finger drums. “Lombardo is great and all, but Danzig on the drums? Sick shit. Don’t even get me started on the sick strings.” He air-played an imaginary guitar, ending his little ramble with a lean to the counter. For a moment, Mateo’s locked with Leticia’s, and he had the slightest urge to say a thing or two about playing on a stage, but she was only met with a smile.

Leticia covered her mouth as she laughed and shook her head. “Alright, alright. It is a good choice, okay? You’ve got taste despite hating on mine all of the time.” She moved so that she was sitting on the counter now, kicking her feet out into the mostly empty store. Most days it was like this, a trickle of people coming in and out, and those who did drop in, never cared how either of them acted.

Mateo was drumming his fingers perfectly along with the song and Leticia glanced down at his hand, arching a brow before focusing back on him. She knew a few details about his life, but she had never pried very deeply. She couldn’t claim it was out of respect, though, but more preservation. Figuring if she didn’t look too closely, he wouldn’t question how she ended up in a small town like this after vanishing. “You ever play?” She asked, gesturing to his hands. “You should.”

Tipping her head back she closed her eyes. “Damn, you were really living my dream, huh?” Leticia’s mother had been skittish enough about her going to school, but back in the early 2000s, she had no chance of running out to a concert. “I don’t get how the drums are overlooked, ya know? It’s the foundation of music.” Or at least the genre they were talking about, but Leticia was willing to die on this hill. Though his story was brief, Mateo seemed elated. Leticia kept her eyes on his profile when he looked away. “Who’d you go with?”

You ever play?

It was a question that couldn’t be avoided, not really. With how often Mateo spoke about music and air-played all the instruments he knew. He practically gave himself away tapping at the counter like it was an actual drum set. “Huh?” Mateo played dumb for a second, an attempt at giving himself a moment to think about what he’d say.

No one, not even his family knew about how much he enjoyed playing, but Mateo wondered if it’d be nice to share it with Leticia. She was more than just musically inclined. She was a professional, one that never sold out and held true to her values. Hell, she was even becoming an actual friend. Fuck it, Mateo thought. What was the worst that could happen?

“Actually…” The mare trailed off, worrying his lip and furrowing his brows together. It was the first time his confidence had waned since the two had met, and Mateo hoped Leticia had enough awareness to see that he didn’t want to be poked at for his obvious anxiety. “I play. But it’s personal. You know, hush. After, uh…” Latching onto the Misfits story, Mateo smiled wanly, finally looking at Leticia again. “After seeing Danzig play—listen, my brother and I snuck out to see these fools, and I saved for a drum set after. Then, uh…then, a guitar. And then a bass. Drums and bass are my favorite, though.”

She almost walked it back and pretended not to ask it when Mateo pretended not to hear what she had asked. Leticia knew that music could be personal. But considering how passionately he talked about the music he loved and how he spoke to her about her own music, she felt like it was a natural extension of him. And outside of a few things, Leticia only knew a few details about his life.

Opening her mouth to tell him that he didn’t have to answer, Mateo started first, and Leticia immediately shut her mouth. “It’s okay,” she said after he started with his story. “Not everything is public consumption.” It had been different for her, every part of her life had been splattered across magazines at one point or another, but she understood that desire to not be seen in certain moments. Part of her was quietly jealous of that too.

When he finally looked at her, Leticia offered him a smile. Kicking her legs as he reminisced about his family. “So you snuck out to a concert and then later brought home the loudest instrument in existence?” She teased lightly before she looked out at the shop again. “Dad was really into the guitar. That’s where I started.” Musing, she glanced at the corner of the shop where she had the table dedicated to him tucked away. She eyed Mateo again and leaned closer. “So… I take it you were the trouble maker then? Hm?”

“I never said I took it home, jefa.” With so many people in the Lara family, and such a small house, privacy wasn’t exactly easy. Not to mention how chismoso everyone was. Mateo knew he couldn’t trust his siblings or his cousins to hide such a secret. “I had enough money coming in from working with my dad to pay for a storage unit. The guy let me have it under the table. Sound proofed that baby and snuck out to jam.” A fond smile took shape on Mateo’s face, and his eyes wandered where Leticia’s did.

He never asked too many questions himself, but he knew loss when he saw it. With Leticia having been such a star, Mateo never tried to look into her life, feeling it much too pervasive to do so. She was a person. Her celebrity status didn’t change that, as much as people thought it did. “I know everything ain’t public consumption, but I figure you might as well know a little. Hell, you’re the only person I talk to nowadays. Family is…” Mateo tutted to himself, smile falling, “Too far away, and it ain’t like my instruments talk back. I get home and just…keep busy in silence. Or with music in my headphones.”

With a sigh, Mateo rubbed at the palm of his hand, the tension in his chest growing uncomfortable. It was time for a subject change. Or at least a shift in tone. “Pero, ¿sabes que? Hecho ganas.” He gives effort. He tries. “And maybe I was a troublemaker, but my amá always said my smile could get me out of anything. It did, mostly.” He shrugged, scanning the area to see the customer he helped ready to check out. With the vinyls Mateo picked, of course. Smiling, he rounded the counter and settled the purchase in a matter of seconds, turning his attention back to Leticia. “But what about you? You still play guitar?”

Hearing him talk about his family brought up all the same feelings for Leticia. That same love and appreciation, even if their experiences had been so different. Raising her hands in surrender, Leticia nodded her head. “My bad, my bad.” There was no real heat in her words. “That sounds really dope though.” She had never had that experience of sneaking out or doing anything outside her mother’s perview. She knew everything that Leticia did, no matter how stealthy she thought she was. As an adult, Leticia figured it must have been the hearing of the spirit that helped ruin her teenage nights.

The next part did surprise her. Spending his nights alone? With as comfortable as he was with customers and how forward they were with him, she wouldn’t have guessed. Then again, there had been plenty of times in New York where she could say that she had company but that didn’t make it meaningful. “Should start kicking you out of here earlier so you can hit up some places. I’m not exactly the exciting company that I used to be.”

Leticia dipped her head, trying to look at his face, half expecting some kind of smile to prove his point, but that wasn’t what she got. He left again to help the same customer and she tried to turn her attention back to adding songs. A couple songs from the Sex Pistols. She flashed him a smile when he came back, only for it to slip at the question. “Don’t do much of any kind of playing anymore. That night at karaoke that you heard about was about as close as I got.” It wasn’t a lack of want, it was a fear of people knowing and then seeing her differently. “I miss it though,” she admitted, looking away from him as if the screen was more interesting. “Kinda like cutting off a piece of myself.”

Mateo chuckled softly, looking at his watch briefly. Closing would be in an hour, and then night time would be just around the corner. It wasn’t a feeding night, but still, there wasn’t exactly any place Mateo felt inclined to visit. He could go out, sure, but there’d be no depth, no clinking beer bottles or laughter of the younger generation doing exactly what he used to at their age. All that familiarity was gone, and more than ever, Mateo understood what it meant to feel like he cut off a piece of himself.

“Kick yourself outta here, fam. Think you need to get out more.” There was no underlying flirtation in his words. The moment the two were having didn’t call for that, Mateo knew better than to taint sincerity with misplaced humor, even if it didn’t seem like he did. “You know,” He inhaled deeply, scrubbing his face to push away the faint anxiety building under his skin.

“If you miss it enough, you can come over to my spot. Got plenty of instruments to mess with. Been building some guitars too. Would be nice to have a second set of hands to test ‘em.” Mateo smiled gently, likely the softest Leticia had ever seen him. As if his heart was finally speaking and he wasn’t hiding behind the bravado. “Up to you, though.”

Clicking her tongue, Leticia rolled her eyes. “You’re not supposed to turn my advice back on me, Mateo.” There was no heat in her words, but there was a touch of sadness. After the week she had, she didn’t want to go out and expose herself to more people. It was getting hard, existing around so many people and still feeling like no one knew her. It had been a choice on her part, needing to run and hide, but Mateo provided a relief she didn’t realize she wanted. “Besides, I don’t need more opportunities to embarrass myself.”

But the tone wasn’t lost on Leticia. It wasn’t the same bravado that Mateo usually had, but it was still him, Just… sincere. Her first instinct was to say yes, going over and just enjoying music for a night would be a great way to unwind and just exist as she was once, even if only for a few hours.

Looking at him again, she hesitated. Scared of ruining whatever friendship they had if he got the wrong impression - the last thing she wanted to do was fuck this up. That fear nearly paralyzed her, and she had been silent for far too long before she finally spoke up again. “It would be nice,” Leticia admitted. “Just… I don’t know if I’ll be able to put it down once I start again. And I can’t go back to that life. I can’t…” She sighed, shaking her head. “Man… starting over in a new town is a lot harder than it sounds. Feels like I’m playing pretend somedays.”

The silence pierced through a dead heart, made it feel as if it had any inkling of life. Mateo watched Leticia carefully, brows creasing together with concern. He hadn’t intended on actually caring about anyone in this new town he moved into, but he knew better than most that things like that couldn’t be helped. When hearts met their match, they were drawn together, no matter how hard anyone fought against it.

“Who says you gotta put it down, jefa?” Mateo scoffed, raking his hand over his scalp as he tried to come up with a sentence that was both coherent and sincere. “Now, don’t get the wrong impression, ma, but I think you need to come over more than you think. You’re cute and all, but there’s something more important at my place than me, and that’s a guitar calling your name, begging you to play it.” He breathed, pushing himself away from the counter.

“You’re doing this,” The mare gestured to the shop. “And yeah, that’s different from your big music career with all the lights and the fans and the stage, but you’re still a musician without all that mess.” Mateo stepped closer to Leticia, urging, “Music comes from all sorts of life, not just famous. Who says you gotta go back to performing and doing gigs if you pick up a guitar? It’s your life now, ain’t it? Hecha le ganas, Leti.”

Mateo wasn’t one to give up and let Leticia wallow, and it was just another thing that she needed. She wrinkled her nose and tried to be annoyed rather than feeling like he was cutting into her and revealing the truth of the matter. But it didn’t work. There was no pretending. All the rules she was following now were ones that she had set herself. Maybe another attempt at her to claim control over her life. Even if it hurt herself in the process.

She worried at her lip as he made his case, and for a moment, she felt guilty for pushing back so hard before. Leticia tried to let go of that feeling, knowing that Mateo wouldn’t have wanted her to feel that with all the work he was doing to try and comfort her. She just didn’t want to disappoint him. (Maybe she didn’t have to worry about any of that.) “Alright. You’re right. And I do want to go.”

It was her life now. Leticia had spent so much of it under the thumb of a manager who was more concerned about her image than they had been about anything other aspect of her life, that she felt like she had missed so much of the normal life a twenty-something might have had. “It’s been a long time since I could just enjoy music.” She worked her jaw, the words feeling heavier than they should. Trying to put down the words that had defined her for nearly twelve years was hard. But Mateo’s words helped. “You’re really annoying when you’re right, I hope you know that.”

What sweet words to hear. You’re right. A victorious smile began to paint itself on Mateo’s face, and he patted Leticia’s back, “¡Eso!” With victory All but claimed, the mare checked the clock once more and then took a moment to scan the store. The end of the day was usually dead, and there was less than an hour before official closing. What was the worst that could happen if they shut down a little early? Not like there would be a vinyl emergency.

“So we’re gonna close up shop and head over on my bike, right? Nothing like the wind hitting right smack in the face to get the blood flowin’, right?” Mateo chuckled, already grabbing his belongings as if he was the owner of the shop. “Come on, jefa. Got a mahogany beauty with the best resonation you’ve ever heard. The sound is full.”

“Hey, don’t let it get to your head,” she tried to scold, but he was already in the middle of his victory lap. Grabbing his things and getting ready. Leticia, after a moment of silent protest, got up and grabbed her jacket. It was early for the shop to close, but well, she was the owner, who was going to reprimand them for locking the doors less than an hour before closing?

“Jefa, you say, while bossing me around,” Leticia commented, bumping his arm when she walked by him, twirling the keys in her hand. The playlist for the station was set to repeat, barring any power outages, everything would be fine. “I know, I know. You don’t have to sell it anymore, Mateo, I’m going. Now hurry up before I change my mind and just lock you in here.”

#wickedswriting #writings #nightmarescapes #parental death tw #leticia and mateo #change of pace

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10pm-cafe-lattes · 1 year

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hikaru nara; if it shines

in which the project sekai stars are beginning to make waves- and their fans are letting them know. (VBS and nightcord edition)

alternatively, the fic where i sit VBS and nightcord down and make them look at nice comments about their work.

Vivid BAD SQUAD - ready steady

It starts when Akito gets home from a show. It’s not much, a normal show, but he gets home a little later than usual and catches Ena closing the fridge door.

That is where it starts- Ena looks him up and down, and says, “You did another show, didn’t you? Honestly, you should stream them online or something. Once the show finishes, it’s gone forever.”

She closes the fridge and heads back to her room. Akito considers her suggestion.

Days later, new accounts are created for the band- one on a video platform, and one on a social media site, just for kicks. An and Kohane both on-board with the idea, and Toya going along with it; Kohane smiles and says that she can finally show her parents and her friends their shows, while An grins and cheers about how this will document their rise to stardom. Toya smiles a little, and tells Akito that he thinks it’s a good idea.

Months later, the group of four is gathered in their Sekai, a common occurence. Meiko is brewing coffee and making drinks, Kaito and Luka off somewhere, and Rin, Len and Miku crowding around, listening to them talk about their experiences.

When Kohane mentions that they’ve started uploading their shows, the Virtual Singers gasp, and the Kagamines begin demanding to see them. Toya taps at his phone and relinquishes it to Len, with Rin and Miku pressing in to watch the screen.

“You have a lot of comments,” Miku says, after the video finishes. An blinks at her, tilting her head, “You focus on that?”

“There’s a lot, though!” Rin defends, Len joining in, “Yeah! Have you ever read them?”

“Not really,” Akito says, “We usually just log in, upload, and log out.”

“Read them, then!”

like to claim your 'i was here before VBS became superstars' badge

I've seen them at vivid street before!!! They're even cooler in person

These kids are going to go far.

An looks at Kohane. Akito looks at Toya. None of them are quite sure how to feel, how to react. Because, well… these are actual people, taking the time to leave their thoughts. It’s one thing to turn up at a show and see people grinning, excited, and it’s an entirely different thing to sit in a cafe and see the thoughts and the feelings of strangers who somehow, someway, stumbled upon their music.

To the group of students with a dream that used to feel larger than life, it feels strangely personal. The Virtual Singers have fallen quiet, too- Len squeezes himself in-between Akito and Toya to look back and forth between their phones, Rin ducks under the table and pops up beside Kohane, and Miku pushes her way into the booth next to An.

Anyone else notice how the singer with the twin-tails always does this tiny hop-jump before she leaves the stage?? I think it's precious, she must be protected

the girl with blue hair has such a powerful voice and presence, she brings so much ENERGY to the shows i love it

Can we talk about their style please idk who their stylist is but I would like them to know you're doing great

i could listen to the blue-haired boy's voice for 24 hours and not get bored it's so soothing?? and then you pair it with the other boy's voice and i could listen to them for forever they're so GOOD and it's such a perfect match

OK LIKE I KNOW THIS IS STREET PUNK BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW PRETTY AND MUSICAL IT IS???

how do they dance and sing like that,,,, i would die from exhaustion so quickly,,,,, i'm so impressed,,,

Kohane looks at the comments she sees- ones about how they love Kohane's singing, encourage her to keep going. How she works with An, when they sing together, manage the movement and the music and how every show seems to get even better.

An sees people who don't see her as idiotic, or just a girl chasing her dream. They chatter in excitement, talk about her energy, wonder just how far the band can go together. She sees them supporting her, the power she brings to the stage and to the band, how she and Kohane are perfectly in sync together.

Akito doesn't say anything as he scrolls through the comments and the thoughts, gazing at the people commenting. One or two of his acquaintances from the live house, cheering about how far he's managed to come since he was looking for a partner; complete strangers, who wish him all the best in going even further, compliment his style and his singing, the power and the emotion.

Toya, beside Akito, gazes quietly at what he sees- support, from people they don't know. Compliments about their voices, their teamwork, their energy. Some people he vaguely recognises the names of, from their shows as BAD DOGS and from before he met Akito, cheering them on and supporting them.

There's really not much to say. They all spend some time in silence looking at comments. Some of the more touching ones are screenshotted, saved away on phones; after awhile, the Virtual Singers pipe up- Rin and Len argue over which one of them should be allowed to DJ at the next show to make it even better, Miku and Meiko head back to make everyone drink refills, and Vivid BAD SQUAD exchanges small smiles.

It'll be a long road ahead, they all know it. But they'll be okay- they're not alone, not by a long shot.

Nightcord at 25:00 - composing the future

On some level, Mizuki knows that Nightcord at 25:00 posts their songs online, and obviously that means people will see the songs and react to them. On the other hand, it's not like any of them all care that much about the group's standing and performance, especially after everything with the Sekai, and Yuki, and Miku.

But when they're online early, and have nothing to do... well, what else are they supposed to do, huh? There's still about ten or so minutes until 1 am, and Mizuki has nothing to do (for once), so... they open up one of their videos, and begin scrolling.

Amia's style of editing is so cool... anyone know what program they use?

i love their music so much i hope nightcord knows that

I'm not sure if they'll see this, but if you do, I hope Enanan knows they're my biggest inspiration!

so anyway, in this essay i will explain why yuki is a lyrical genius and i hope they sleep well tonight-

K fanclub rise up where you at

"Oi, Amia, where are you? Even Yuki is here before you!"

Mizuki is dragged back into reality by Ena- and as they grin and tap their keyboard, they know what the day's session will consist of (or at the very least, what twenty or so minutes will).

"Missed me, Enanan?" Mizuki chirps, and they can practically see Ena roll her eyes as Mizuki keeps talking, launching right into it, "So you guys know how we post our videos online, which means people can see."

"Where is this going?" Kanade asks, confused, and Mizuki grins, "Oh, my dear sweet K. You didn't switch off the comments when you posted, so people have been leaving comments. Wanna see some?"

Mizuki's announcement is met with an eerie silence, before Mafuyu, of all people, breaks the quiet with a simple, "Show us."

There's no protest as Mizuki taps away, opening up a screen-share and heading up to the top of the page they were looking at, scrolling down slowly so they can see everything.

nightcord's songs always hit different, if you're seeing this nightcord i hope you know your music has helped me so much

Enanan is my favourite artist. They inspired me to start drawing, too!

i could listen to yuki's voice singing forever like the video if you agree

AMIA EDITING SUPREMACY

To be honest, Mizuki's never really clocked comments about them. They just brush it off and keep going, the things the people they walk past say. This, though, this is different- because these are people who don't know Akiyama Mizuki, they just know Amia. And they like it, the work Mizuki pours their effort into. It's nice to know that, they think. Amia and Mizuki have always been the same person, after all. It's nice to know that Mizuki can be seen.

Kanade has always focused on saving people, with her music. Her father's voice echoes in her head, and she's always worked non-stop on it- first just to save people, in general, and then to save Yuki. She's still working on it, but... maybe it's not hopeless. Not when strangers leave comments, thanking her for her songs and her music. Saying that she's helped them, in some small way. Maybe she will be able to save Yuki, save Mafuyu, after all.

Ena maybe, kind of, wanted to shoot down the idea of looking at the comments. But when Mafuyu, of all people, wanted to look at it... well, Ena would have been mean to shoot it down at that point. She didn't expect to see the support, the encouragement. The people who call her an artistic inspiration. Sometimes, Mizuki has good ideas. Ena can admit that much.

Mafuyu doesn't really know what to think. Why would she? But she doesn't hate this, looking through the comments with the rest of Nightcord- it's interesting to see how other people think. What other people think about the group, and the music, and the lyrics. She can classify this as an emotion, probably- maybe the rest of the group is right. She's not beyond saving, yet.

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himbopatrol · 9 months

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Cherry Bomb // a Steve Harrington Love Story

Danny Henderson, looks like a punk, can be found at any underage disco. Snorts when she laughs, mom doesn't know she sneaks out, loves her little brother and will defend him with her life, when the song tarzan boy comes out in April of 85' it will become her favorite song, but don't tell anyone. "You look like you just rolled out of bed" "I did" Has a bad habit of smoking that she tries to keep secret from Dustin, but ultimately fails. Is a "cool girl" but also gets her face smashed into a locker, don't worry the smasher will have their head down a flushing toilet by next period. Get's straight A's, and is a star softball player. Oh, and is hopelessly, desperately, disgustingly, head over heels in love with Steve Harrington.

Moments in time and space usually between Danielle "Danny" Henderson and Steve Harrington

originally posted here

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!OC

Warnings: smut (eventual), sexual tension, lots of swearing, some stereotypical rude 80s teens, typical stranger things blood/gore, sloooooow buuurrrrnnn, i don't proofread

Additional Warnings for the chapter: underage drinking and smoking

Minors Do Not Interact!

A slow work in progress, thank you for your support and patience. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine Below // word count 2,097

Chapter Nine: You Spin Me Right Round

Friday Night, April 5th, 1985

Steve pulled Danny to the dance floor amidst the sweating teens. He trailed her close to his chest, hands first on her shoulders, and then running down the length of her arms until his fingers intertwined with her own. He raised both of their arms above their heads as he swayed to the music. Danny felt like her head was going to explode at the intimacy, his toothy and gorgeous smile making all of it so so so much worse. Steve slowly moved down, his head rolling to the beat, he stopped briefly to be face to face with Danny. He smirked as he moved down once again, bending his knees, his face at her chest, but he kept his eyes on her own. His chin dangerously close to her cleavage as he stared up at Danny. Steve quickly popped back up, twisting Danny out, rolling her back in, her back against his chest. The music was soon fading into You Spin Me Round, Steve held Danny close as their feet moved back and forth. “Is this okay?” Steve asked loudly into her ear.

Danny leaned back, her mouth closing in on his ear, “Yeah!” She exclaimed with a smile. Steve stared down her neck, following the curve, his grip on her tightened. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at the feeling of her breath hitting his own neck. The pair progressively became sweatier and sweatier as they danced on. Relishing in the feel of each other and the music pumping in their ears. Almost a half hour had gone by before the two finally took a needed break, getting drinks from the makeshift bar.

“Ya’ know I wouldn’t have taken you for a club or disco kinda girl,” Steve leaned into Danny.

“And what do you take me for, Harrington?” Danny smirked, batting her eyelashes at him.

Steve scoffed playfully, “More like a punk show girl, or rock show, I don’t know,” he shrugged, the grip on his glass tightening as he resisted the urge to reach out and touch Danny.

“I’m both,” Danny explained. “I just thought that you would be more of the underage disco kinda boy, ” Danny teased.

“I can hang at a punk show,” Steve defended with a whine.

“Sure you can stud,” Danny placed a hand on his chest.

“Are there any going on right now?” Steve clenched his jaw, his eyes flickered between her mouth and eyes.

Danny eyed him, biting her cheeks with a smile, “There’s a venue around the corner, they usually have a show every night of the week.”

“C’mon, show me then,” Steve replied, his body pressing closer to her.

“You sure?” Danny asked.

“Totally.”

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya’.”

Steve and Danny walked out the club into the brisk night air, ringing in their ears. “Let me just drop my jacket off at the car,” Steve said, heading in the direction of where they parked. Danny followed close behind, basking in the closeness between them. Steve popped the driver side’s door open and tossed his blazer inside. With a huff he turned back to Danny, leaning his back against the car, not sure what to do with his hands as they wanted to hold onto Danny’s arms. “Okay, ready?” He asked with a charming smile.

Danny stared up at him in awe, “Mm, almost,” Danny clutched his collar before tugging down, the top half of his shirt popping open, a button flew off and clinked against the rough sidewalk.

“Danny!” He exclaimed.

“What?” Danny laughed while her hands went into Steve’s hair, fussing it up.

“Danny!” He yelled louder, his hands flying to stop hers. “Whoa whoa! What are you doing?”

“Hey man, it’s payback, you broke my buttons, I break yours,” Danny chuckled.

“You’re messing up my look,” Steve retorted.

“Relax Harrington, besides you gotta drop the preppy look if you wanna get into a punk show,” Danny replied, impulsively running her hands down his exposed chest briefly.

“Well,” Steve paused, his hip jutting out, his head bobbed with curiosity, “How do I look?” His lips parted, staring intently at Danny.

“You always look good, you know that Harrington,” Danny lightly smacked her hand against his chest, trying to play it off.

“Yeah?” He smiled through a whisper.

“Yeah, but they’ll spot a poser like you a mile away,” Danny replied with a laugh.

“Uh huh, but you’ll protect me, right? Princess?” Steve smirked, his head slightly dipping. Danny’s throat dried and her stomach dropped.

Danny reared her head back and scoffed, “Princess? Shut up pretty boy ,” she turned her heel and began to walk away, Steve on her tail.

The pair had no problem with the bouncer of the venue, if you could call him that, he just stood, leaned against the wall, and nodded his head when they walked up.

This was the third time Steve had been completely overwhelmed that night, first when he saw Danny in that outfit, then at the disco, and now here. He practically got a migraine from the smell of weed and spilled beer on the sticky floor, not to mention the blasting music and shouting. He stuck close behind Danny who was smiling like a mad woman.

“C’mon, c’mon,” Danny pulled Steve in. Steve tried to ignore how terrified he was, Danny knew that there was no reason to be, but Steve didn’t. He suddenly felt like everything he thought was cool was the lamest thing ever and that everyone was judging him, their eyes burning into him. Danny kept her grip on her arm, leading him into a tighter crowd. She turned to see the distraught in Steve’s eyes. “Steve!” She shouted over the band to get his attention. He slowly looked down at her. “I am here to protect you, remember?” She smiled, her chin tilted up, pointing at him.

Steve nodded his head quickly, “Yeah…yeah.”

“You’ll be fine, nobody cares. Be brave Steve, you’ve fought much much worse,” Danny reassured with a toothy grin, making Steve smile. Feeling a bit braver, they pushed into the crowd of jumping teens and college aged students. The band was shit, but they were loud, so good enough. Steve and Danny were quickly jumping along with them, near the gigantic ground speakers.

It only took a couple minutes before a girl pushing by, completely wasted, spilled her beer all over the front of Danny, making her squeal, falling back into Steve, who couldn’t help but laugh. Danny whipped around, “It’s not funny!” She yelled, but Steve could barely hear her. As the girl attempted to pick up her drink, a guy with the longest mohawk Danny or Steve had ever seen raged through, his elbow flying into Steve’s nose.

“Ow! Fuck!” Steve yelped as he fell back into the speaker behind him, his head hitting it with a thud, “Jesus Christ!” Now it was Danny’s turn to laugh, Steve’s hand flew to his nose, laughing to himself, “It’s not funny!”

“Oh shit!” Danny couldn’t get rid of her smile, “You’re bleeding!”

Steve looked down at his hand, the deep red seeping into his fingers, “Fuck!” He cried, his laugh still lingering.

“C’mon! Let’s go to the bathroom!”

“What?!”

“Just c’mon!” Danny tugged Steve’s arm, leading him to the bathrooms. Danny forced herself and Steve through the throng of people to the back corner of the venue.

“I mean Jesus Christ,” Steve said as they furthered themselves from the music and were able to hear each other a little better. “God, I think my nose is broken, is my nose broken?” He stared at his hand and then tilted his head up. It looked like there was one bathroom, the door on the outside already plastered with graffiti of different profanities and scenes. Danny shoved the door open, Steve just behind her. The teens were met with an unpleasant sight of some random punk guy drilling into a girl on the sink counter, aggressively fast. Steve and Danny burst out laughing, clutching their stomachs as they were somehow unable to leave the scene.

“Get the fuck out!” Yelped the dude.

“Okay-okay, sorry!” Danny continued laughing, Steve’s hand gripped her shoulder to keep himself from doubling over. Still, Danny didn’t close the door.

“Dude!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” Steve yelled as he fumbled with the handle, closing the door. “Oh my god,” Steve panted as they hit the wall next to the bathroom, sliding down onto the still obnoxiously sticky concrete floor.

“God, he was relentless,” Danny laughed, making Steve bubble up with laughter again. “Here, umm,” Danny began to rummage through her purse. Danny pulled out a tampon and admired it like some sort of Indiana Jones artifact.

“Seriously?” Steve knitted his eyebrows.

“Seriously Harrington,” Danny replied, unwrapping and pulling out the cotton cork. “Here,” she forced his head back as he hissed, as gently as one could, shoved the tampon up Steve Harrington’s bleeding nostril.

“How do I look?” He asked with a smirk.

“I think it’s your best look yet,” Danny giggled. “Hey, how’s your head?”

“No complaints yet,” Steve smirked, making Danny snort.

“Wanna get out of here?” Danny scrunched her nose.

“Yeah, I think I’ve had enough fun for one night,” Steve replied, groaning as he stood.

Steve lit two cigarette’s in his mouth before handing one off to Danny as they exited the venue, the tampon still dangling out of his nose. Something that Danny used to do for him all the time, that he recently took over. “Thank you,” Danny sang as she practically skipped next to Steve. As they neared the car the guy from the underage disco stomped by, purposely punching his shoulder into Danny’s, mumbling bitch under his breath. Steve turned on his heel and flicked his half smoked cigarette at the guy.

“Whoa, asshole,” Steve grumbled. “I can’t believe some guys,” Steve said as he unlocked his car, quickly running over to open the door for Danny. He continued when he got behind the wheel and started the engine, “Why can’t guys just take rejection and not be assholes, ya know?” Steve asked. Danny stared at Steve, an eyebrow raised, the marquee with the words “Nancy the Slut Wheeler” spray painted on. “Shit, I almost forgot I used to be one of those assholes,” Steve sighed, he almost let his head hit the steering wheel when he noticed Danny didn’t have her seatbelt on. “Danny?” He raised his own eyebrow. Danny glanced over at him, scooting herself back into the seat, rolling down the window to blow out her smoke. She knew what he was referencing, but she didn’t care. Steve was quick to lean over, his chest pressing against hers as he grabbed for the seatbelt. Danny took a deep breath in, becoming intoxicated by the smell of his fading cologne and his sweat, silently smiling at the tampon sticking out of his nose.

After supplying themselves with a couple of cheeseburgers, and cleaning up Steve’s nose, the pair were back off towards Hawkins. Danny’s fingers soon found the radio dial, Africa by Toto buzzing on, close to the chorus. Steve groaned, “Nnugh, can you turn this off? Or switch stations?”

“What have you got against Toto?” Danny smirked, turning the dial up just a smidge.

“It’s nothing, I just don’t really like this song,” he answered.

“You sound so defensive, why?” Danny poked.

“It-it…I had it on when Nance and I first, ya know,” Steve struggled.

Danny giggled, “No I don’t know.”

“Ya know, like, got together.”

“So when you asked her out?” Danny pushed.

“Oh come on Danny, you know what I mean, it was playing when we first hooked up,” Steve replied quickly. Danny accidentally let out a loud and hardy laugh, her hand flew to her mouth.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she mumbled, clearly holding back tears, her other hand fanning her face.

“Hey! It’s not funny!” Steve protested.

“Oh, c’mon! Africa? By Toto? Nancy lost her virginity to that? Way to go Steve, now she’s scared for life man,” Danny laughed.

“Danny, it’s not that bad…right?” Steve asked quietly.

“I don’t know, I would be scared for sure,” Danny finally stifled her laughter.

“Shit, really?”

“Yeah dude.”

“Well, now I feel bad!” Steve exclaimed.

“Naahh, it’s fine, I mean yeah it’s a worldly famous song, I’m sure she wouldn’t hear it on the radio or anything crazy like that, ya know, every day,” Danny teased. Steve let out a heavy and disappointed groan, his head briefly hitting the steering wheel.

#i.a.m #stanger things #steve harrington #joe kerry #henderson!oc #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #steve harrington x henderson!oc

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thisaintascenereviews · 11 months

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Honey Revenge - Retrovision

My favorite album of this year is the new Fall Out Boy album, So Much (For) Stardust, and there are many reasons why, but it's not just for the sole fact that Fall Out Boy is one of my all time favorite bands, if not my favorite. They've been my favorite for years now, and it's great to see them back, but their post-hiatus material has been spotty at best. I enjoy their post-hiatus material a lot, but it hasn't aged as well as some of their earlier material (I still defend M A N I A quite a bit, because as electronic and pop-heavy as it is, it's got some of their best hooks and some of their most interesting ideas to date), so when they announced their new album, a lot of people were curious about what it would sound like. The first couple singles, "Love From The Other Side," and "Heartbreak Feels So Good" ended up being old-school sounding pop-rock jams, and you know what? That's what the album sounds like, but in the best possible way. The band went back to their roots, so to speak, and they decided to cut the "experimental" electronic stuff they were doing to make an album that they were actually proud of and were able to have fun making. So Much (For) Stardust is that record, and part of its charm is just that -- it's not trying to be anything more than what it is.

Sometimes less is more, but that's not the insult that a lot of people might think it is. I used to really enjoy music that was unique, weird, off the wall, and different in some kind of way, and I still do to some degree, but at the end of the day, I want stuff I can go back to. I want stuff that's catchy, fun, and memorable, not necessarily weird and challenging. I just want to enjoy music, and listening to albums like that isn't always rewarding or enjoyable. They might be great albums, but there's a lot to unpack, or they aren't accessible or immediate. I love a lot of albums that wear their sound on their record sleeve; they know what they are, and they don't try to do anything else out of that ordinary, or that would be unexpected for an album in their lane. Pop-rock band Honey Revenge is that kind of band, and their debut LP, Retrovision, has the same kind of charm for me that So Much (For) Stardust does, because it's one of the most fun, catchy, and enjoyable albums I've heard all year (and within the last few years, really). This record just came out within the last couple of weeks, but I can't stop listening to it, because of how infectious it is.

Honey Revenge is the brainchild of singer-songwriter Devin Papadol and guitarist Donovan Lloyd, the two met in Los Angeles at the start of the COVID-19 pandemic, and for the last couple of years, they've been doing their thing on Tik Tok and getting some virality from that. I've only listened to them a bit, at least just from what I've seen on Tik Tok, but I saw that they just released their debut album on Thriller Records, so I thought I'd give it a listen. Well, I was not expecting that I'd fall head over heels for it. What's interesting about this record is that there's not much to it. It has a rather basic pop-rock / pop-punk-ish sound that I feel like would have perfectly fit into the "neon pop-punk" sound of the late 00s and early 2010s. Bands like All Time Low, Forever The Sickest Kids, and Every Avenue had a sound that wasn't quite pop-punk, but not quite pop-rock, and they were very bright, fun, cheery, and catchy as all hell. This fits into that vein, and if you're diabetic, you might want to watch out for this album, because its hooks are sugary sweet. It's just a classic case of one of those albums that does what it does very well, and that's all it needs to do.

Papadol does admittedly have a slight resemblance to Hayley Williams of Paramore, at least on certain moments throughout this record, but they don't sound alike whatsoever. I hate how any alternative band with a single that a femme-presenting singer is automatically labeled as a Paramore copycat, but that's not the case here at all. Her voice is absolutely fantastic, though, and that's a big part of what carries this album, although the songwriting is good, too. The album doesn't have much variety, but the hooks on their own stand their ground. Songs like "Airhead," which opens up the album, immediately slams you into the ground with its fantastic hook, but as the album goes on, songs like "Rerun," "Murphy's Law," and "Favorite Song" continue that. The only real issue I have with this record is that its lyrics are a little subpar in spots, and a couple of songs have a bit of an awkward sound to them, such as "Habitual" (mainly in terms of rhyming and phrasing, because the hook is great), but the record is just so damn strong. It's short, sweet, and to the point, but just when it ends, I'm already pressing play again. This is a perfect summer album, so if you're looking for something catchy, fun, and relatively carefree that you can get stuck in your head, this is the perfect album for that.

#honeyrevenge #thriller records #retrovision #pop-punk #pop-rock #all time low #paramore #fall out boy #so much for stardust #forever the sickest kids #every avenue #tik tok

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My first EP is honestly not what I would recommend to people interested in my music but I kind of feel like making a post explaining the songs because as rough and weird as it is I do hold a fondness for them.

You have to understand that at the time Lady Charles was a way of blowing off steam and it wasn't till I crossed paths with Kevin Barnes at the exact right moment (story for later) that I started taking the project more serious. So this record is just a collection of emotions I felt I had to get out done in a really simple, demo-y way.

First off is Free Speech

This was the era of the alt right and I was getting sick of the obvious double standards. You can get beat up for burning a flag but the same people will defend their right to rag on minorities.

So originally I was going to sing "Canada sucks x3/it's a nation of cucks/USA sucks x3, it's a nation of cucks" etc. Because it was really stupid but might offend people and them I could explain that free speech was the point. But in the end my better senses won out and I made it a sort of manifesto for breaking down societal boundaries.

Musically it's got a cold, computerised sound that I don't think is really that appealing now (I liked the DIY ethos) but the actual music cycles through punk to video gamey to rock to soul which I am proud of.

This is maybe my fave of the album.

As background I had long been friends with this bedroom pop artist who I collabed with and who played in one of my bands. He started dating someone kinda toxic tbh and they went deep down a certain online rabbit hole that basically separated them from everyone they knew.

I really thought this guy had an amazing musical talent but he vanished from all our lives in a flash of untreated mental illness and flailing abuse. Even though I was upset at unfair treatment I received I missed the version of him that seemed long dead and so I wrote about the experience.

As I do sometimes when writing about other musicians, I wrote the song in his style, hence the twisty chords and cobbled together aesthetic. Sadly he never made more music and I don't know what happened since.

This is the moment I really came into my own vocally. I had been seeing a new teacher and she figured out immediately that my hearing issues were affecting my singing and taught me to compensate. It was the first time I was able to sing softly and accurately and it became the blueprint for my singing style.

MGMT's "When You're Small" was definitely an influence here.

Continuing the theme of exorcising demons, this one is a veiled song about misogyny in the music scene.

I had been a dancer (yes) for a band with a guy who really mistreated a female bandmate after kicking me out. I wrote some really savage satirical lyrics about him and hid them in plain sight in this short and silly interlude. This one got a weird amount of regular plays in Russia so spasibo bolshoi to the one Russian person who reps this one.

My least streamed song - I get it tbh!

It's very ugly. Cold computerised rhythm in a lilting 13/8 with my "old" manic, pitchy singing voice and sarcastic stabs of free jazz.

The lyrics are a self-deprecating rant about a shitty house venue I lived in where ableism, probably mercury fumes from the factory downstairs, and late nights combined in the worst way. I wouldn't have put this much cynicism in one EP if I knew that people would actually listen to Lady Charles 😂. I just needed the emotional release.

Honestly though I kind of think this is underrated. If I did it with a full band and better singing it could be a really abrasive but impressive bit of prog-punk. In a way it's the Apocalypse Girls beta release - that one is also chaotic and in an extreme time signature but it's a lot more developed.

And "All the girls in black boots/Talk about/knifeplay" is a very good representation of Montreal in 2017.

Breaking up the misery comes this dark instrumental.

Basically I envision it as some lost movie soundtrack from the 80s, drifting from an old VHS. There are shades of Nino Rota and Ryuichi Sakamoto in the pentatonic melody.

Then it breaks suddenly into 2000's electro jazz inspired by the Polish group Contemporary Noise Quintet.

My sax playing isn't very good technically in particular my intonation, but my instincts from guitar allow me to improvise in a fairly structured way which kind of makes it sound cool IMO. I always liked players who weren't amazing but soloed with a lot of emotion - like David Bowie or Kurt Cobain on guitar. I take a sax solo on my new album so maybe this is becoming a tradition.

The other highlight IMO.

This is a fairly abstract song about addiction and other copes and how they really tie into mental health which really ties into an unhealthy society.

"You can escape your demons/but you can't escape the world that breeds them"

It's musically a mix of Pinkerton era Weezer, 808s and Heartbreaks Kanye West, Across the Multiverse Dent May and 70s Eno with maybe a bit of Heat by DB and Cherry Peel of Montreal.

Like Bedroom Dynasty, I do a thing I like where the acoustic guitar acts as the percussive rhythm and I layer synths and electric guitars over - it feels very personal because it is just the instruments I play with no programming or outside help. I had purchased an arch top guitar from 1957 that had quite a dark tone and it inspired me to play a lot of acoustic around this time. Those old American archtop guitars aren't actually fancy or high end for the time but they sure are beautiful IMO.

Thanks, hope this type of content isn't too boring, it's just really fun coming here from Insta and being able to actually chronicle the stories behind my music and share the songs a bit instead of just making reels into the void.

I did everything on this EP myself by the way which is a blessing and a curse - my upcoming new album is still largely me multitracking myself but I took more care and there's key outside collaboration and I think you'll find the sound a lot more developed and complex.

#EP #Lady Charles #David Bowie #Weezer #Of Montreal #Retrospective #Behind the Music #Glam rock #Art rock #Acoustic #synthesizers #nonbinary #Nonbinary musicians #Musician #Original music #Indie folk #Indie rock #Mgmt #Spotify

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from Safety Pin Girl #5, spring 1999

True facts: In my teens and early twenties, I often wrote about some variation on a character like the one in this story: a bisexual femme-androgynous glam/punk boy. Partly because I wanted to meet a boy like that, but mostly? Because I was that boy. In my head I was a bisexual femme-androgynous glam/punk boy, and I wrestled with it in a lot of different ways for a lot of years and then, no shit, it turned out I’m a nonbinary trans person.

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glamour boi

specimen: one boy. aged: 16.

fashion: feather boas. chunky sunglasses. platform shoes. glitter. scars. blood. black eyeliner. chin-length platinum hair (tipped in red). polyester shimmer shirts. tight pants.

music: hole. the new york dolls. the cure. iggy pop. the pretenders. david bowie (the ziggy stardust years). blondie. nirvana. placebo.

there was something to be said about being the glamorous fuck-up. his “friends” would talk about him behind his back, and he knew this. but it was better than being invisible. at least everyone knew who he was - even if they only knew him as “that ‘fag’ boy.”

he cut his chest like iggy pop, watching the blood run down his naked body in red rivers. he found blood comforting - it proved that he was real, and he was there - that he wasn’t just a faded black and white photo of a ‘70s glam rocker.

he blasted new york dolls records in his room, and cried. (even though he knew that “boys don’t cry.”) he painted his fingernails black and caked glitter mascara on the eyelashes that fringed his sad, sea-green eyes. he draped feather boys around his slinky, cat-like shoulders and smoked menthol cigarettes in his car, listening to a blondie tape with the windows rolled down.

he liked that people remembered him for certain things. people remembered him for dressing like ziggy stardust on halloween. people remembered him for always defending courtney love, no matter what anyone else said. people remembered him for showing up at homecoming completely, out-of-his-mind drunk and wearing a lacy black slip, fishnet stockings, and combat boots.

he liked the shocked stares he got from old ladies when he bought make up at walgreens. he liked to think of himself as a “warrior in walgreens,” sort of an x-ray spex song for the nineties. (and he was also a bit like “skinny tie sensurround,” the bis character.)

his parents thought he was a freak, and they told him so. the only thing that kept him alive was the tiny, shining seed of a dream in the back of his soul: that someday, a shimmering girl with skinny girl legs and strong girl arms would find him, and see him for who he was. not a psychotic, dysfunctional freak; but a lovechildglamslampunkrocknewwavegoth boy who didn’t deserve to be alone.

#jessie lynn mcmains #fiction #zines #1999 #safety pin girl #boys #glam #self harm cw #f slur cw #alcohol mention #gender #my writing #my zines

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mdhwrites · 1 year

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Beta Amity Looks More Like a Beta Boscha

This probably reads as a joke but like... No. Seriously. What the fuck is up with Beta Amity’s design? I don’t even think it’s a bad design but the main traits of it are: Black wristbands with SPIKES ON THEM. A bright pink sundress. A glorious mane so out of control and big that it puts hair metal bands to shame and makes Adagio from My Little Pony ask what shampoo she uses. What of literally ANY of that reflects on Amity? You know, the high society girl who is under strict watch by a set of parents where one looks like a suburban housewife and the other casts the silhouette of DRACULA. These are regal mother fuckers... And she looks like the epitome of pop punk. Now... I’m not going to claim “How is she supposed to be a hard studying, closet nerd, queen bully the same as this?” because the Beta designs were always supposed to be older. They would theoretically grow into them. I actually really like Beta Luz as a possible, older Luz because you could see how her optimism died so she now looks more like a stoner, doesn’t care as much about her hair getting long but still straightens it and possibly carries the bat around like a security blanket. How do you get from canon Amity to whatever feral lion is Beta Amity? Like... The genuine best guess I’ve got for how her parents let her dress like that is... They don’t. It looks like what she might become if she’d rebelled without Luz and thus got disowned and kicked out. The bracelets help defend herself, the dress might be one of the last things she has without holes in it and she can’t afford a proper haircut so she just let it grow out. That is pretty close, without DRASTIC alterations to her entire family, how I could see that happening. It’s close to how if I give an older Amity larger, longer hair it’s because she’s so devoted to her studies that she just hasn’t gotten it cut. She still would probably keep it in a ponytail because it helps keep it out of her way though and keep it under control. It’s just more practical that way. Which is... Actually part of what I miss about her S1 design as a quick tangent. I personally think it still has been her best design, though I like the long hair version too (even if both Luz and Amity seem to be trending towards their Beta designs in S3 and I don’t know about that. At least in Thanks to Them.) It strikes the most unique silhouette, said the most about her character and was generally just a much more interesting design than the other two. I mean... the short hair made it become a problem where without color, I couldn’t tell Luz and Amity apart because they had practically the same haircut and same design if they were both in uniform. However, losing the ponytail does imply losing some restraint and embracing chaos to some extent which fit her character arc and so did rejecting her mother’s green hair. So... I get why, I just still think S1′s design was the best. Anyways, getting back to the Beta design. So... Why do I say Boscha for this then? Well... The design to me speaks of someone who is so confident, so in charge and so ready to throw down, she doesn’t give a FUCK what you think about her look. It’s a punk look after all. There’s a reason why I first thought the entire fandom characterized the betas as brutal, murder happy hobos because the designs, ESPECIALLY AMITY’S are SO AGGRO. And for an older Boscha who has grown in confidence and maybe even finally supplanted even Amity as the top of the school... It works well. She undid the bun, let it grow out some, and I like the idea that she’s kind of comfortable in almost anything so why not a sundress that will catch your attention but still let her move freely so she can kick your ass? It’s not a design I would give an older Boscha but it still works WAY better as an older Boscha than an older Amity. Which... raises the question of why it ever was Amity’s design? There’s a LOT to be said that a lot of Amity’s character traits are really just useful for making her parallel Luz and make it easy for them to have a villains to lover’s arc (barely in my opinion if I’m honest because of how briefly they’re against each other) and that’s a whole blog in and of itself. The rebuttal would be of course that it’s fine to design a character around their narrative role and expand from there. That’s what I do commonly as a writer. A character forms as much out of necessity as from just a general concept. But what was Beta Amity’s original role then? Was the design just to pull the same trick but harder in episode 3 that canon Amity does? Where she seems utterly unhinged and caring WAY more about things like classes and status than she literally ever will again, to the point of feeling out of character? But also would have been stuck in an outfit that felt out of character? Or was the original plan for Beta Amity to be a true antagonist for a while with the pink dress being a hint that she had a soft side? She was meant to genuinely clash with Luz more? Or is it just a design that Dana doodled and genuinely dropped fifteen minutes later and yet still included as pre-production material? Honestly that last one feels plausible mostly because of how unplanned the show feels. I don’t know. Just in general I don’t know. The Beta designs and attitudes in general have never been compelling to me. They’re good designs, I borrowed a lot, probably more than I should have, from Beta Luz for Daina in Rich Witch design wise. But as characters? I don’t know. No one has ever made a super interesting pitch to me for why they’re more interesting than trying to make a genuinely natural evolution to the younger versions of the characters which the Betas don’t often feel like with how the fandom portrays them. But yeah, those are my thoughts. What are yours?

#Amity #Beta Amity #The Owl House #Rambles

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For lucian and Peter(my boysss) -someone slut shaming Peter and lucian being a defensive/protective/angry boyfriend

Any au you like 😘

Protective Lucian, my beloved!

Warning: slut shaming, Lucian about to put the fear of lycans into a man

On with the fic!

It wasn't really a club, at least that's what Peter said.

There was a bar, loud music, and people, seemed about as much of a club as any to Lucian, but this wasn't his scene, he didn't know the differences. Still, here he was with Peter, who was apparently here for some event for work. Something about trying to impress people in order to get a deal with international merch sales? None of that made a lick of sense of Lucian, so he'd leave Peter to deal with it.

Apparently, doing a business deal in a Vegas club seemed fitting for a performer here, hence why Peter was dressed a little more his style than something more high class. Yes, it was expensive, fitted, and clearly not torn or over-the-top gothic or punk, but Peter was dressed in flashy jewelry, his nails painted, his makeup done, and his button up was blood red and covered in eye imagery that was just a slightly dark shade of red.

He also seemed to think it was smart to have it low cut and most of the buttons open, but Lucian wasn't going to complain. He was greatly enjoying the view of his lover talking to people, looking good as he did so.

Lucian found himself seated at the bar, nursing a drink as he waited for Peter to finish, as he put it, schmoozing with the suits. From what he could tell, the actor was almost done, though a few of the patrons of the club, who were not part of the event, did come up to approach the man a few times to talk.

From what Lucian could hear, it was just Peter's typical fanbase, asking for an autograph, telling him they loved the show, all that. Peter was more than happy to let his ego be stroked, and Lucian was used to the flirting Peter did, it meant nothing but it made his fans happy. Lucian sipped his drink, watching as Peter put on the charms for a few girls as two guys who were in a group, even toying with one of the few buttons still done up and- oh, he popped it, ah.

Well, at least Lucian enjoyed the show from where he sat. He noticed that Peter got a little more quiet, gesturing in Lucian's direction, which caught the attention of his fans. Peter turned, giving a wink, and Lucian smiled, raising his glass a little in acknowledgement.

This, however, did not seem to please one of the men in the group. "Are you serious, dude?" The guy said over the sound of the terrible music.

"Whatcha mean?" Peter asked.

"You seriously flirtin' with us? Talkin' about takin' us to your place, when you just up and said your fucking boyfriend is right over there?"

Peter looked confused, looking at the guy before looking back at Lucian. "I didn't say anything about-"

"You said you'd love for us all to see your bed, it's big enough for all of us, and your boyfriend won't mind."

One of the girls tried to get the guy to shut up, but he ignored her, jabbing a finger at Peter's chest. "Fuck, I thought you were cool, that the rumors online were just that, rumors. But you really are a bit of a man whore, aren't ya? Should've known from how your all dolled up, lookin' for a cheap trick."

"Hey, now hold the fuck up!" Peter snapped, swatting the hand away, but the man gave Peter a shove.

"Uhg, don't touch me, don't know where those hands have been!"

Lucian was on his feet, quick to be at Peter's side. He put an arm around his lover's shoulders, holding him close. "Excuse me, is there a problem here?"

The stranger turned his attention to Lucian now. "Oh, you really gonna defend this guy? Even after what he had planned? Must have you whipped or somethin'."

Lucian's jaw twitched, but he decided to be the bigger man of the two. After all, some idiot human was easier to manage than a whole pack of worked up lycans, wondering if they'd be discovered in their newest hiding spot.

"I think it would be most wise if you did not insult my lover, as you have been." Lucian said, his voice even, careful, but sharp. "Yes, he is a flirt, but really, that's what he is and I still care about him deeply. There wasn't ever going to be a chance of you going up to see our home anyway."

"I repeat," The man glared, "whipped. Come on, everyone knows he's fucked his way to the top to get his lame show anyway."

Peter made a sound of offense, but Lucian gave his shoulder a small squeeze, to tell him 'I've got this'. "Are you just mad that you can't bed him by yourself? I mean, I can't blame you, Peter is a lovely person and quite a wonder in the bedroom, but he is a committed man, I'm sorry, but you missed your chance. Now, we were in the middle of an event, best you go back to your night of clubbing."

The man didn't seem to like Lucian's words or his tone, and he took a step forward, to make a huge mistake. But Lucian was having none of that, he shifted his arm just enough to reveal a glint of something under the sleeve of his jacket.

The man noticed it, he saw the tip of a very dangerous looking weapon that Lucian always kept on him, for his and Peter's protection. The stranger took a step back as Lucian stared him down. "Off you go." He said, smiling, giving a little wave of his free hand.

Looking uncomfortable, the man walked off, his group of friends following. Peter turned in Lucian's hold, eyes wide. "God damnit, babe, do you know how hot your are when you go all guard dog like that?"

"Please do not refer to me as a guard dog... but thank you?"

"Let's go find a private spot, I'm gonna show you how much this man whore is grateful for you." He smirked and, oh, there went the only button still holding the shirt together. Lucian was sure he saw a coat closet somewhere nearby...

Peter is allowed to call himself a man whore, don't worry.

Also, I kept thinking about that one image of David, during that interview when he had the Crowley hair, and his button up gave us quite a show. >.>

#lucian x peter vincent #more than what you know au #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe

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