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unboundndd · 6 months

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Hi everyone >:3

The Yone lover anon is here again!!!

OMG PARANOIA IS SO AGKSHSKABSHSHJSJSKS *convulses*

I have been analyzing every detail of the video clip and I have seen the statuses and tweets from the official platforms, it is always a pleasure to see our favorite swordsman interact <3

Well, getting to the point, I have already asked for this request but I wanted to see your execution cause, wow girl, I love your writing, it is exquisite :')

The request is this: Maybe a Yone x fangirl!reader?

Buuut, but but!! That their first face-to-face meeting was a surprise, I explain, she and Yone had met on Discord and had been interacting a little, when the two agreed to meet then she gets a BIG surprise, I hope I make myself understood

Sorry for the amount of text, I have expanded here

Anyway, I hope you take care of yourself and enjoy the new content that is coming out as much as I do

-🍄

Omg hi 🍄 anon!! ♡ Thank you so so much for your very inspirational Yone musings, I hope that me spacing out on the wordlbuilding a bit will not influence the pure fangirling that is going on in our heads!

In this universe Yone strikes me as someone who actually knows a lot about technology and i'm sorry... he produces music for rythm games. And yes he does those extremely complicated and highly detailed songs that are like the hardest charts in the game.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- Yone's career as a producer and DJ has not been the easiest one, the genres that fascinated him the most were usually not appreciated by a wider audience. The busy notes of electronic samples overlapping one another weren't designed to appaise the need for easy listening music in convenience stores or to climb the charts by becoming viral on social media, in fact the most recognition Yone's music had gotten before heartsteel was in the small niche of rythm game players.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- It was never the big game developers that contacted him, they had collaborations with world renouned producers and famous idols that voiced their characters. On the other hand smaller studios would often ask him to make one or two tracks for their games, which Yone would gladly accept to do. Despite the limited reach the producer was still proud of his work, always buying a copy of the games where his music appeared and keeping in touch with the communities that formed around them with a discord account that would't reveal who he really was.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You were just a casual player of one of those games, sometimes coming into its dedicated discord servers to chat with like minded people. When people asked you about your favorite songs in the game you would most likely reply with one of the songs Yone produced, often going into detail about what made them resonate with you so much and what made them so unique in your opinion.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- Under the guise of anonymity Yone would sometimes join the conversation, asking questions and indirectly getting some feedback from you, even finding it helpful with his writer's block sometimes. It was enough for the man to send you a DM to discuss more of your shared music tastes, hoping you'd reply.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- Your discussions quickly settled into a developing friendship, you knew the man had an extensive knowledge in music theory as he would sometimes ramble about it with you and he also told you that because of a new job offer he would become more and more busy as time went on. You'd still keep recommending songs to each other but the conversations would be less and less, you missed your friend but you knew that his work was more important than chatting about music.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- That was until Heartsteel's debut was announced with a small teaser, showing all the members and a small snippet of their new single. You immediately recognized the familiar electronic sound of the songs that made you and Yone bond in the first place, the nostalgic feeling making you smile. You decided to send a link of the teaser to him, asking for thoughts and sharing the hype about the new band.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- Yone had never felt so guilty yet glad that he never revealed that he had produced those rythm game songs to you. You were so familiar with his style that you spotted it immediately, you could've uncovered that he was actually part of the band! He tried to stop himself from asking more of what you thought of the members, thought of him, but quickly surrendered to the fact that hearing you gush about how much you liked his music gave him even more reasons to keep going.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- When he asked who your favorite member was he almost spit water on his midi keyboard, causing Aphelios to turn around to see if he was alright. Yone composed himelf quickly, yet the message you wrote kept resonating in his mind. "Oh I'm totally in love with Yone, looking at him and his interactions on twitter he sounds like a bit of a band mom and I find it really endearing! He looks like a really calm person who surrounds himself with a ton of unhinged friends! Too bad he hasn't revealed his voice yet! "

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- Of course all of this didn't go past Aphelios, Kayn, Sett, K'Sante and even Alune. They realized he was spending more time than normal on his phone, reading your thoughts on the new promotional materials that were being posted. Kayn was the one who confronted him first and could not stop laughing when he realized Yone had started to develop some feelings for you, scrolling trough the messages the younger man could also see that you were starting to feel the same way for him.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- As much as the Kayn was amused at the absurdity of Yone falling for his online friend turned fangirl, he alsoknew he had to help his fellow bandmate, barging into the common room to tell everyone what was going on and fill Ezreal in as he was oblivous to the whole ordeal. It took all of them a good half hour to concoct a plan to make a meeting between you and Yone happen, then another half hour was needed to convince the producer that this was indeed a good idea and that you would not take it as badly as he imagined.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- When Yone said he wanted to voice chat with you out of the blue you were a bit confused but excited. You were happy to hear his voice after one year of being friends and made sure to reserve a few hours just for him, as you went about your day your mind started to wander a bit about what it would sound like and if your conversations would flow just as smoothly as they did via text.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You were starting to feel a bit nervous when you picked up the call, timidly muttering a "hello?" and waiting for any sort of reply. "Oh Hello, it's nice to finally be able to associate a voice to the person." You could not help but squeal a little on the inside, who would have known that his voice sounded so rich and felt so mature? The two of you talked for a while about how long overdue your call was and how time had flown since you first met, it truly didn't feel like your first conversation at all.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You finally gave into the curiosity and asked him if there was any particular reason for Yone to have wanted to voice chat now and his reply almost left you speechless. "So... I'm know that you're very excited about the debut of Heartsteel, one of my coworkers managed to get two VIP tickets and backstage access. The thing is that the person they bought the other ticket for cancelled last minute and they gave it to me." A carefully crafted lie exited Yone's lips, all to give you an excuse to go meet him.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy for how lucky your friend was but you wanted to be supportive and expressed your joy for him and how excited he must have been. "Wait, you've got it all wrong. I wasn't planning on keeping the ticket." You froze for a second, all sorts of possibilities racing trough your mind. Then you heard it the notification of a discord message from Yone, he had just sent you the ticket. "Wait... so you want me to go?" You heard him chuckle as you were slowly realizing what this would imply, your heart couldn't race more than this. "You deserve to go and see them, you've kept an eye on them for a long time now. I don't want to impose it onto you so think about it for a while and let me know, will you?" Useless to say that you spent a very long amount of time asking him if he was sure about it and then thanking him profusely, this truly was one of your dreams come true.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- During the day of the debut concert the Heartsteel's members grand plan was put into motion: security was well aware that as soon as your ticket number was checked in they would have been able to identify you. Security notified their manager Alune and gave her a detailed description of your looks, she too felt happy about what was going on in Yone's life and told him and the other boys to concentrate on the performance while she took care of things in the background and made sure to give you and the producer ample time to talk.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You had the time of your life at the concert, seeing how much energy and stage presence Heartsteel had in real life made their music video pale in comparison. The stage felt electric and once it was over you couldn't help but feel dizzy and overloaded but also oh so happy, seeing Yone and Aphelios playing alongside the other members was the highlight of the concert for you.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- So many things were going to your mind when you were queued up for the small meet and greet that was beeing held backstage, you were one of the last people and when it was your turn you couldn't help but feel like Sett, Kayn and Ezreal were all treating you like they somehow knew you already... and they were all hiding something. You felt their gazes following you as you finally approached Yone and even he looked like something was amiss.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You tried to ignore the feeling, you were about to meet the artist that managed to capture your attention so easily and always kept you wanting for more. You would not let this special occasion be ruined by your gut feeling! You took a few steps and prepared to greet him, hopefully having enough time to tell him how good his performance was and how much you enjoyed rooting for his success. Before you could even say a word he anticipated you and for a second you thought you had misheard everything he said.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- "Wait... how do you know my discord username?" You heard a few of Heartsteel's members chuckle, you did not realize how quiet the room had become as you were the last of their fans there, the laughter was interrupted by Yone speaking again. "Cut her some slack everyone, it's normal for her to be confused right now." Yone could see your eyes widen in realization you recognized his voice, he was your online friend! The one who would always listen to your rambles about the latest chart topping songs and give you his insight on what would make them so popular, the man who somehow knew your taste better than you at this point and was able to always give you spot on recommendations... ·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- The grounding touch of his hand on your shoulder snapped you back into reality, you blinked at him in disbelief and confusion... and then realized about how much you fangirled about him while being unaware of who you were talking to. "There must be many questions running trough your head right now and I don't blame you if you're angry at me for never revealing who I really was. If I hadn't been under such a strict NDA at the time maybe things could have been different..." ·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You gave the man a reassuring smile, you understood why he did what he did and suddenly him asking you what you thought of all the new trailers and promotional materials made sense. You were kind of honored to have been able to give feedback -although unknowingly- to a talented artist such as him. "Maybe I could clear some things up for you over dinner... I was too nervous to eat anything before the concert." You gave him a quick nod and he motioned you to follow him, you saw him gather his laptop and headphones and haistly put them in a sleek looking backpack and then taking out the keys to his car. The rest of your time spent backstage was a blur, his hand around your back was swiftly guiding you through the various areas and muttering to security guards that you were with him if they happened to enquire about you. Once in his car he could finally drop the persona and relax a bit more, the Yone you had met online was starting to show himself more and more. "Do you have any particular preferences for food?" He asked while making his way through the still packed streets of the city. "Mmh... I think I'll leave the choice to you, after all you just performend in front of thousands of people on an empty stomach." You replied, smiling at how kind he was being to you even though he must have been starving for hours. "Fine, I saw a ramen small ramen place on my way here before the concert. It will give us enough privacy for me to finally make things up to you."

#lol x reader #yone x reader #one ticket to delululand for me pls #lol yone

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 7 months

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Round 2 Group C Match 2

ATTENTION VOTERS WE ARE TRYING TO ACHIEVE A TIE ON THIS POLL. MARGIN OF 0.2% OR SMALLER WILL MEAN JONNY AND MIKE MOVE ON TO THE NEXT ROUND TOGETHER.

expand for propaganda ↓ (major wall of text warning + videos. very.)

Jonny Greenwood:

"Every art girl's (and boy's) wet dream"

"He wrote the tourist. That's all you need."

"Repeat from my Thom propaganda but he was a part of it so anyways. I had a dream once where I met him and Thom on the street and asked them to sign my Pablo Honey CD, so Thom pushed me into open traffic and I got hit by a car and died and Jonny laughed his ass off. 10/10, my last sight before death was his beautiful face laughing."

"I could probably snap him like a twig but I want to marry him and have 3 children with him before I do that"

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose 1/5 of Radiohead. Choose 1/5 of In Rainbows. Choose the man who wrote weird fishes, both Greenwood sisters ,the man in South Park, his telecaster and the stickers on it. Choose the bug Jacqueline Kennedy, his love for literature and poetry, and his lovely lisp. Choose his sublime score for Phantom Thread and his husband Paul Thomas Anderson. Choose the weird amount of straight men who thirst over him in the YouTube comment section. Choose his jawbone. Choose the most pretentious, unpretentious member of the band. Choose his silky hair and his (probably) Dove shampoo. Choose his great knowledge of music theory and how he often disregards it. Choose Astroboy's biggest fanboy (minus maybe Thom. Choose a very hot Alex James who eloped with a fish. Choose Jonny Greenwood. Choose your future. Choose life… Involuntary Trainspotting reference but please vote Jonny over Wario. Oh, and( even though Jonny lives in Italy at the moment), I live in Oxford and if I meet him, I'll tell him that he won."

"He keeps chickens guys, CHICKENS"

"I'm a straight guy but no joke Jonny is hot tbh maybe it's cuz he looks like a chick but like damnnnn"

"He's so gorgeous....kinda like an ant 😍😍😍😍"

Mike Patton:

"Mike didn't consistently wear BDSM masks matched with boiler suits and lick Trevor Dunn on stage just to lose this bracket. Also, if you don't think he's hot in every which way, you clearly haven't seen this: https://youtu.be/gjEbHBafvm0 or this: https://youtu.be/i9_hCjcFNO0 or this: https://youtu.be/Kfq7wHJu21c"

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"Mike Patton collaborated with basically everyone who's anyone in music, and he speaks Italian too. He's great in a live show. And Mr. Bungle is unmatched and unparalleled, full stop."

"HEE HEE HOO HOO HA HA FUNNY WHITE MAN SCREAMS IN MY EAR AND BUSTS IT DOWN SEXUAL STYLE"

"I'm a lesbian but I find him insanely attractive which I think says a lot"

"whenever mike arches his back and screams a part of my soul leaves my body and is shattered by the soundwaves."

"all you need to do to love mike is watch this: https://youtu.be/0gq_Jn41iMM&t=1375 the fact that he blurts that out and then super casually goes into the song leaves me crying with rage and hormones every time I see it"

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#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #90s music #tournament #jonny greenwood #radiohead #mike patton #mr bungle #faith no more

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victoirey · 1 year

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Hi!! I'm so happy to see more people writing for avatar, it's been on my mind since I saw the movie and I'm in dire need of something fluffy or hurt/comfort with Lo'ak. Maybe with the reader as a halfling (omaticaya and metkayina) amongst the rest of the metkayina? If it sparks your inspiration! ❤

♡. "stupid with love." —

synopsis / smart with math, but stupid with love.

gn!halfling!reader | bro first lo'ak fic ??? first LO'AK FIC??? EVER ??? the synopsis and likely this whole fic is loosely based on that one song from the mean girls musical called stupid with love

you were always so sure of your love for lo'ak. it came naturally to you, because whenever he smiled or you so much as saw a glimpse of him— you'd just... brighten up. you loved him, from his eyes to his fingers to his legs— you, loved everything. it is idiotic how oblivious he is, though. almost every sight you saw through your eyes — was him, and of course, naturally, it was him being idiotic. you had seen him ascend into the heavens purely because he drank human alcohol. he didn't know it was alcohol. he thought it was apple juice and he had always wanted to try apple juice. he was wrong, except he chugged the whole thing down anyway. it was embarrassingly funny. there was also the time in which lo'ak accidentally mistook you and your ( beautiful ) face for a direwolf , and in his defense it was "considerably dark" — nonetheless, you still whacked him. kiri supported your decision.

still, amongst all others, he was your everything. he was stupid, stubborn, reckless, and you were half sure he didn't even have a conscience and what really controlled him was a villainous shimmyfly— but even then, you still loved him. he was your stupid-stubborn-reckless-noconscienceonlyshimmyflycontrolled boy. except, as mentioned, he was idiotically oblivious. like, really really oblivious. he didn't even know his mother was pregnant as a child, only when they outrightedly announced it did he actually know. he's stupidly oblivious to obvious signs.

which is why you just can't seem to win his stupid heart.

then again, lo'ak is only continously oblivious because you are too much of a wuss to formally court him— but what the hell! how could he not notice your love for him when you just outright say I love you in the heat of the moment? you don't know! you refuse to know because you don't want to court him! he knows what courting is, and knowing him, he'd be absolutely thrilled to know you want his heart— okay, that's wishful thinking because you don't even know if he likes you back. lately, he seems even more interested in other things, like once again, being reckless & throwing himself into the heat of battle.

that was stupid. he's stupid. why are you inlove with him?

you remember how scared you were, when he first arrived. you remember how kiri told you him and neteyam were fatally injured. you remember how close you were to crying. you remember pulling him into your chest, having him pinky promise you to never do that again.

you knew he wouldn't keep it, except was it so bad you wanted to believe he would?

you saw the look of pain on his face, and the wound he was palming. it struck a cord in you.

am I actually about to court lo'ak? am I actually about to court this idiotic boy with nothing but a shimmyfly controlled brain?

you gulped, resolve solid.

no.

not yet.

sickeningly good at academics, that's what you were. you grew up in the lab, actually— and to be taught and constantly surrounded by these humans, taught you to be more than just strategic. it taught you to be smart. strategy doesn't work if you don't know stuff. so, naturally, you would bury your face into a book until inevitably lo'ak would come take you away like a prince taking away his lover. you wish you were his lover. except, then again, you wouldn't let yourself give into love so easily. love can and will lead to stupid idiotic things. books, numbers, chalkboards & the likes— only led to expanded knowledge. that was good enough for you.

stupid lo'ak, you thought — chalk pushing down onto the board, near breaking it in two before it just snapped out of your grip and hit you right in the face. "shit!" you yelled; forget bb guns, chalk in a slingshot would be lethal. "you okay there, kid?" max called, checking in on you. all he saw was a lovesick halfling who used academics as a coping mechanism and also to avoid the thought that their one true love would never love them the way they loved him. "woah, woah, woah, you good? you look a bit set off. trouble in paradise?" he teased, you glared at him.

"I only have trouble with math problems. not paradise. not with lo'ak—" "

"I didn't say anything about lo'ak."

"...touché. but you know, it's not like he likes me or anything. I got no chance."

"he is just painfully oblivious. besides, you won't know whether or not he likes you until you make a move on him. court him, y/n. court him."

"....excuse me—"

"y/n."

"what if he doesn't like me?? what if I make a gift for him and he just throws it away and calls me stupid and shimmyflybrained and —"

"oh my go— y/n, calm down. i can't debunk your theories except I can't find truth in them either. I promise you, the worst thing he can do is say no."

you let out a half whine half noise that's a poor attempt at a groan, and then pause. to think. to really analyze all your life choices. to think forward on your future choices.

to scream internally too, for good measure.

"eywa, am i really doing this?" you breathed.

love has made you stupid.

"no way." lo'ak marveled.

infront of him was a handmade gift. handmade by you. it was a silly thing, honestly. a necklace — the base was an unbelievably pretty vine, and leaves were placed in the center. in the absolute middle of the necklace, was a pretty rock. it was ... simple, and yet when given to you by someone you loved, it was cute. you wished you were on the receiving end. the suspense is killing you right now. but, as you watch lo'aks face brighten— his eyes examining the necklace you gifted him, his eyes creasing as he smiled and how pretty that smile was— you realized, hey, maybe all those hours of self doubt & crippling fear were worth it. he laughed, a loud and boisterous laugh it was— and yet, what else do you expect? it was him, and you love him.

it is not always you admit that you love somebody, and yet sometimes — your love for them is prioritized more than your morals, or in this case, your whole life. it was liberating, watching lo'ak take the hint and looking at you fondly.

"no fuckin' way. you did not. you cant be—" lo'ak paused, gripping at the necklace like it was a marriage proposal. "you're inlove with me, is what I'm getting at, y/n, and I'm gonna tell you this now— if you wanted to kiss me, damn, you could've just asked! this - " he looked at the necklace again, and practically kissed it. you wish you were that necklace, to be very honest. lo'ak seemed to have done that forgetting he was infront of you. he shrunk, but even then, delivered a flirty excuse. "sorry, i was practicing —" he grinned. you laughed, hitting his arm playfully. this was going really really well. like, really well. you think you're about to faint from how well it's going.

lo'ak stilled, playing with the necklace— he sighed, lovingly, and then clasped the necklace around his neck. he puffed his chest out, wearing it with pride. you couldn't deny it, you had to have some blush creepin' round your cheeks, and honestly, no one would blame you for it if they were inlove with lo'ak. and you were inlove love. stupid with love. embarrassingly, disgustingly inlove with this stupid-stubborn-reckless-noconscienceonlyshimmyflycontrolled boy. you froze when he looked at you, straight in the eye, and you were so sure he was stabbing you with his gaze. his smile was softer, more poised. "you know, I was really hoping that all those times you spent in that lab, you were calculating how to win my heart. I thought it was wishful thinking. I really did. except, you know— maybe you were calculating how to win my heart." he teased, "but, I will say,"

"your solution was spot on." he finished, your whole world went quiet and your peripheral vision just clocked out as all you saw was him. you thought, as he pressed your foreheads together—

eywa, i really am stupid with love.

#lo'ak x reader #lo'ak #awow lo'ak #awow #awow x reader #atwow x reader #atwow #atwow lo'ak #lo'ak sully #avatar the way of water #avatar: the way of water #avatar 2009 x reader #avatar 2022 x reader #james camerons avatar #max patel #the way of water

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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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Hello Hello!!

Sorry for bothering, but could you write something for Platonic Yan!Dave and Dirk with a troll Reader who is just obsessed with music? Their entire room is filled with CDS, tapes, and instruments, everything related to music has a 99% chance of being in their room, and half the time they don't even know what is called

Sure! This is really tame but I hope you still enjoy it!

Yandere! Platonic! Dave + Dirk with Musical Troll! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Denial, Delusional behavior, Possessive behavior implied, Clingy behavior implied, Hidden camera mentioned, Tame yandere fic, Dubious companionship.

Dave Strider💿

Dave loves music.

So seeing a troll so obsessed with human music amuses him a bit.

Dave isn't new to befriending trolls and honestly your love of music just drives him closer.

You explain your collection to him and tell him you don't entirely understand all of it.

You just think it's neat!

I feel Dave would take the time to explain your collection to you.

Your shared love for music and musical apparatus makes him attached to you.

Your collection is probably the main reason he hangs out with you.

I said in his concept that Dave would make music for you and find gifts for your interests.

That isn't new here.

Dave no doubt wants to expand your knowledge of human music.

He gives you CDs and tapes, he even shows you human music videos.

You're completely enraptured by them when he shows you.

Dave also suggests having you make music with him on the meteor.

He no doubt makes songs for you, but making songs with you no doubt brings you closer.

Dave becomes your teacher in the art of human music.

Which is what snowballs into his obsessive behavior.

He begins taking all of your attention on the meteor.

Your time is mostly spent with him in your room, making music and chatting.

Terezi even gets concerned for the both of you as Dave strangely seems… attached to you.

Dave subtly manipulates just like he does in the original concept.

He doesn't even mean it half the time but he ends up consuming most/all of your attention.

He likes it, too.

He knows he should probably feel guilty… yet he likes your attention on him.

You look at him with stars in your eyes, you listen to every lesson he gives on music.

Is… taking your attention really all that bad if you look so happy?

… maybe it isn't bad.

You two are happy with one another as friends.

Why do you both need to talk to anyone else?

You're happy together… so there can't be anything wrong.

“You really don't know what that does? Here, I'll show you.”

Dirk Strider🧢

Dirk isn't as into music as Dave, but he can certainly relate to your hobby.

Don't get him wrong, he enjoys music, he just prefers other things for a hobby.

However, Dirk would also teach you about what certain musical items do.

He may even try building you something that can play the tapes and CDs you have.

Records too if you have any.

While you rant about your obsession with human music, Dirk listens to you.

He even mentions his own hobbies in an attempt to relate to you.

Dirk is much more interested in swords and robotics, although he slowly gets a taste for music by listening with you.

He doesn't know many trolls but in a way he finds your intrigue in human culture cute.

As a result he considers you a close friend.

He often visits the room you have whenever he gets to meet you.

He rambles with you about particular songs or instruments.

In return you listen to his own likes.

Dirk also likes to give you things.

Yet instead of more discs or tapes like Dave, he gives you robotic creations that play music.

Probably gives you a small bluetooth robot that plays whatever song you like.

It no doubt also has a camera so he can keep an eye on you… as friends do, right?

Dirk finds your interests endearing and that makes him more attached to you.

Like Dave he ends up taking up all your time after that.

Dirk is an overbearing friend and is often needy.

He's lucid about how toxic his obsession is… yet you look so happy.

So… he'll excuse it.

After all… he isn't hurting you, is he?

“Here, it plays music. Any genre you want too. Do you like it?”

#yandere homestuck x reader #yandere homestuck #yandere dave strider #yandere dirk strider #platonic yandere

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zevlor · 3 months

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"Sleeping next to you is my personal heaven." I can literally hear in Gale's voice, gale/neri?

you can't see me but i'm actually crying

warning: soft/slightly suggestive

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Gale Dekarios was a fountain of never ending knowledge and wisdom and he continued to expand this every opportunity he could find. She’s seen it every morning and every rest - a few moments late into the night, watching as he delves into another text of history or instructional tomes on magic.

Neri would find herself as entranced by his features just as he was by his books. The way his brows furrowed as his eyes scanned the page, the occasional scrunching of his nose, his lips parting absentmindedly. The complete focus he held always amazed her as well as his ability to retain all the text he’s ever read.

“You’re staring.” Gale muses softly, breaking her concentration. He turns and smiles at her, closing his book gently and setting it down beside him.

She tried not to pout, but the look in his eyes told her she was failing miserably. “I’m not. You’re imagining it.”

He hums so sweetly and it’s music to her ears. “Am I? I suppose I do enjoy imagining you falling hopelessly in love with me while I do mundane things.”

“Go back to your book.” Neri feigns annoyance, turning over on the bed and staring at the wall. Her cheeks burn from embarrassment and her own overwhelming emotion for her partner.

The bed shifts under his weight and his arm snakes around her waist. He smiles against her skin as he presses small kisses over her throat and her shoulder. Gale holds her close against him, his embrace warm and safe, a comfort she’s never known before. His fingers trailing over her arm, his leg slipping between hers.

“How could I? My love, my moon, requires immediate attention and I am the only wizard who can provide.”

Neri rolls in his arms, turning to face him and closing the gap between them once more. Her fingertips brush over his jaw as she stares up at him, committing his features to memory. The softness in his expression, the light in his eyes, the curve of his lips. She wants to remember this moment in every lifetime. To dream of him long after they are gone.

“Are you insinuating that I’m jealous?” She frowns, lips lingering just a few centimeters from his own. “Of a book?”

She doesn’t miss the way his eyes flicker down and back up, anticipating. “I would never want you to be lonely in my company.” His words are whispered breathless, saving the air for he’d need it all afterwards.

Neri pushes her thumb down on his lower lip, watching as his eyes close. She teases him carefully, tracing the lines of his mouth, his chin, down to his throat. Gale moans softly, his own hand tracing lines over her skin. To still the aching in her heart, she kisses him deeply and drowns in the taste of his tongue, the softness of his lips. He grips her thigh and pulls her leg over his hip, snaking his hand underneath the skirt of her dress.

It’s her that is breathless as she pulls away with a moan, stilling his hand from moving further. “Just being by your side is more than enough. I am undeserving of anything more.”

Quicker than she can process it, he props himself up on his elbow, gazing at her in bewilderment. “What are you saying? You deserve everything. So much more than I can offer. I would do anything for you. Don’t ever doubt that for a second.”

“You don’t have to give anything, my love. You’re all that I could need and want.” Neri brushes back a few disheveled locks of hair, smiling warmly at him. “I only wish I could do more.”

Gale bites his lower lip as his fingers press the flesh inside of her upper thigh, kissing her again again to erase the rest of the doubts wishing to fall from her mouth. “Sleeping next to you is my personal heaven. I wouldn’t dare ask for more.”

#*fic #pitchmoss #oc: neri #otp: the moon and the stars #happy v day i will sloppy kiss him soon pls larian #got high again and finished this i hope its good #aand makes sense bc idk what i wrote anymore lmao

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enchantinglyjade · 1 year

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 27 (The End)

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Colonel is finally out of the picture and Elvis and Honey embark on a new journey together

Warning: Swearing

Note: It's been a long ride guys. Sad to see her go, but excited to move on to new things. I hope you liked this series and maybe even could relate to my work or characters in some way. And lastly, as promised, a happy ending ❤️

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In the end, Elvis and I finally left Colonel, and with the help of his little mafia crew we were able to pay off his debt and leave him for good. Luckily, I was able to calm Elvis down before he did something radical to The Colonel or to his career. Soon enough, Elvis was back touring around America, making back his fortune like it was nothing.

We’ve been on the road for about 2 weeks now and I was in the audience each and every time to support my husband. But one day I decided I could use a break from the same set list and started looking into some of the other performers in town that night. There were a few concerts going on, so the city was filled with talent and I wanted to expand my music taste and knowledge. I, of course, was immediately stopped on my way out by a man dressed in a red jumpsuit and shiny, gold jewelry.

“Where you think you’re going?” Elvis questions, backing me into a nearby wall in the hallway of our hotel. He smirks while he traps me between the hard plaster and his body.

I shrug guiltily. “Was thinkin bout goin to see a show or somethin.”

He furrows his brows. “Why?” He asks, genuinely not understanding.

I laugh at his confused expression. “Why? I wanna hear some new music, baby, that’s why.”

“Why you wanna see anybody else perform when you got me every night?” And that’s when I knew I’d be seeing his show again tonight.

He grabs my chin, swiping his thumb across the skin just below my bottom lip and meets my eyes in a tender gaze. “I need my Bumble out there in the audience. S’nice looking out there, seeing my wife all giggly over my moves.”

I smile, a new title I have yet to get used to. A deep blush rises to my cheeks, and I immediately try to hide it away. He wants none of this behavior and follows my embarrassed expression with his eyes and begins kissing all over my face until I turn towards him again. “Elvis, please, someone could come out of their room and see us.” I say with a giggle, still trying to escape the tickle of his kisses.

“I don’t give a damn, I’m tryna give some sugar to my lil’ mama.” He grumbles against my neck, eventually pulling away to meet my eyes. “Come to rehearsal with me.” My eyes widen. Usually he likes rehearsing with just him in his band, I assume so he can concentrate better, why does he suddenly want me there?

I follow his guiding hand through the hotel and to the back of the stage, where I find Charles already waiting, flirting with some of the backstage girls. I roll my eyes. So many people didn’t believe me when I said he was Elvis’ boy, look at him now. Still, it’s weird seeing him look and act so grown now.

Elvis takes me out onto the stage, which shoots nervousness through my veins despite the seats in front of me being empty. The room is huge when I’m in the crowd, but from this angle it’s ginormous.

A clunk echoes through the speakers and I turn to see Elvis messing with his microphone. “Honey bun, come ’ere for a sec.” He wiggles his fingers to gesture me over and I come, smiling at his band as I pass them by. “Sing som’in for me.” He demands softly and casually. My stomach drops at the words and I look at him like he’s crazy as he forces the microphone between my hands. I gulp nervously at the piece of equipment in my grasp. You’d think after doing this so many times, it’d start to get easier but it never does. “Come on, show em that smooth like honey voice.” He smiles flirtatiously, thumbing over my shoulder nearest him.

My mind only flashes with his songs, so I settle for one on the set list tonight. I start, singing softly into the microphone, feeling awkward that I had no music to sing to, but once the band recognizes the song, they happily join in. I smile, singing slow and seductively in a teasing way towards Elvis, which he responds to with a warning of a head shake, but a smile nonetheless.

I couldn’t help but laugh at our difference in styles however. Growing up we heard the same music. The blues of the house parties and the gospel of the church. Funny how our paths diverged. While his heart followed the church over time, mine stayed in the dirty pit of that house party. While I continuously sang about desire like a temptress, I remained, mostly anyways, inexperienced and pure. While he sang about the heavens with his angelic voice, he reeked of lust. He was the perfect balance between sinful and godly.

“Baby.” He says, pulling me close once I finish singing for him.

I lower the microphone, holding onto his arms. “Yes?”

“Sing backup for me.”

My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “What?”

He chuckles at my dumbfounded face, wrapping his arms around me and dropping his voice into a whisper. “You can sing back up with the Sweet Inspirations. Your voice fits right in and I want you to be my lead girl.”

I pause. “Are you serious?” I ask through the hopeful grin pulling at my lips.

He smiles back at me, pleased by my reaction. “More serious than I’ll ever be.” A hum vibrates through my throat as he places a kiss on my forehead. “I want you to sing for me. That way I can keep a better eye on ya too.” He says with a wink.

The next few days we spent back on the road, which was exhausting, but thrilling. Now that I was a backup singer I got to experience the concerts in a whole new way that I never imagined, not to mention I got to stare at Elvis’ ass for hours each show. I loved being able to watch him get lost in the passion of the music from up close, and he’d tell me he felt more at ease knowing I was always close by. It’s cute he worries so much, but better than that, I was back in business.

“There she is.” Elvis greets me with open arms a few minutes before showtime. He takes in the dazzling, golden dress I have on, a dress that reminded me of the one I wore for my first performance when I was a young girl.

And like that, we were on the stage again, back in Vegas as usual. He sang his normal songs, but now with my voice following close behind him. We even recorded a few duets together while I was learning how to record songs on my own.

He stands before the crowd with his arms out, taking in the applause as he finishes his song. The clapping comes to a slow and he raises the mic back to his lips. “Thank you everyone.” He says out of breath, slowly taking backward steps. “but I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for my baby.” And with that, his hand extends for mine which I happily take with a big, cheesy smile on my face. “Honey, lay me down some sugar, baby.” His head reaches around my mic and I meet him for a kiss, causing the crowd to go wild.

Of course, people still had things to say, when didn’t they, but after this long we learned to easily ignore them. My dreams had come true and that’s all that mattered now.

Speaking of dreams, now that Charles was growing into a teenager, he started taking his acting passions more seriously and with the help of Jerry, started landing some small parts in films to get him started. He was already becoming a such heartthrob in the eyes of many, just like his dad.

Once the show is over, Elvis and I take a walk down one of the lone streets near the Bellagio to catch a glimpse of the giant water fountain while it dances in the night above the crowd of all the other watchers. It was just one of our ways of cooling down after a show and getting some alone time away from all the noise.

He leans over the barrier, resting his elbows on the concrete fencing. “You know everybody always wanted me to be their superhero, but I only ever wanted to be yours.”

I turn from my spot, meeting his eyes, watching the nightlife reflect off his blue orbs. “Lotta people wanted me to be their princess, but I only wanted to be saved by one superhero.”

He hums in response, now looking down at me. “And who would that be?” He asks with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

I shake my head with a smile, sneaking under his warm arm. “You know who.” I whisper.

He kisses the top of my head with a chuckle, before resting his cheek against my forehead. “I finally got my baby. I can die happy now.” He wraps his other arm around me, causing me to smile while I close my eyes and return his embrace.

At this moment I had no other care in the world. For once I felt unstoppable, and after years of feeling powerless and letting others make me feel unworthy, I finally found my way in the world. I had relived my parents' love story and came out victorious and I can only hope they’re somewhere up there proud that I accomplished what they never could. It took work and loss, but I’m free now. Free to love.

“You and me against the world, baby.”

Note: I hope you guys enjoyed the series! Not gonna lie, I was originally going to kill Elvis off but I promised a happy ending, so here you go. Thank you to all my followers and readers for supporting me and this story! ❤️

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showtoonzfan · 1 year

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Someone posted the stream highlights on this thread.

https://desuarchive.org/co/thread/136264145/#136264195

I’m just going to only go through the one’s that were the most important to me or the ones I felt like talking about.

>“Viv was responsible for the dildo scene, Adam (the episode writer) had no knowledge of the scene”

Well that just makes me feel a whole lot better. (Sarcasm) Adam is still a shitty writer but to learn that this was VIV’s idea is….wow, I mean it makes sense, girl loves her mlm fetishization and is way too horny a writer for my liking.

>“S2E2 and E3 were hectic to make since they started being made at the same time as Hazbin Hotel started production, resulting in split teams”

Ah, and it shows, THAT’S why the animation in those episodes are so choppy and awkward and the quality drops constantly.

>“goofy Millie music scene coming up very soon”

I’d say I hope this has something to do with her character or something that will possibly expand on her personality but I doubt it. It’s probably some wacky country song or maybe another love song between her and Moxxie.

>“Viv consideres Stolas, as a character, is full of pain and emotion. Difficult to write. Very positive character (kind natured but very flawed) but is dealing with a lot.”

Of course Viv. He’s SO flawed and complex. That’s why his daughter is at fault for not seeing the fact that he’s miserable or appreciating his care for her. That’s why Blitz is at fault for breaking his poor uwu heart. That’s why Stella is at fault because she’s an evil bitch right?? Yeah, we can tell he’s filled with drama Viv, but I’m surprised he’s difficult to write for you since your viewpoint on him is so black and white. You call him complex and flawed but you never treat him that way. You just like to milk his sadness constantly and baby him to prove that he’s an innocent Uwu bean who’s done nothing wrong and only the characters AROUND him are at fault. Your words in livestreams about him are such bs.

>>“Viv states that eventually Stolas will become more involved in how he relates towards the other members of the core cast (Moxxie, Millie)”

Judging by the leaks I do expect Stolas to go live with IMP at one point since Octavia and/or Andrealphus and Stella kick him out, and maybe I’m speaking too early but….lmao Stolas and Moxxie and Millie have nothing in common. I’m not even interested in whatever they’re going to pull for this because their whole dynamic is that Stolas never gave a shit about Moxxie and Millie, seeing them as lower life forms and constantly disregarding them because he only cared about Blitz. See what happens when you have a powerful prejudice character and then retcon him into an Uwu baby? It gets weird. Don’t worry, I’m sure Viv will retcon the fact that Stolas was prejudice towards imps and act like it never happened too! Also I’m sure he’ll relate to Moxxie more, cause…ya know, Millie has no fucking character. That’s all we need tho, Stolas butting in to the MAIN cast and overshadowing the characters and dynamics that are barley developed. It’s going to be a disaster.

“>As noted above, Millie, Octavia, Stolas and Fizz have bits of personal experiences written into them”

I always knew that Viv poured her “personal experiences” into some characters and was a self insert writer at times, but lmao you’d think Millie and Octavia would be written with more respect if that was the case for them, but Viv doesn’t give a shit about them. Again, Millie has no character so I don’t know how that could relate to something of Viv. Stolas and Fizz tho? I could definitely believe lol.

>“viv adores crossovers, she hopes in the future she can have crossovers between HH and HB”

What??? I could have sworn Viv said that she wouldn’t do a crossover with HH and HB. Kinda thought the whole point was that Helluva was the indie one where Viv could make her own stuff and Hazbin was the actual big show. I dunno, I like crossovers too but I don’t think this one would fit.

I felt like screenshotting the last part I wanted to talk about because it’s basically all of this.

1. This is PART of the reason why Viv’s world is so messy. Everything feels so scrambled because she wants to shove in a bunch of mythologies and texts and everything into one and that just makes your world less consistent and more confusing.

2. I don’t even know why Viv says these things because she never focuses on them anyway. Again, her hell is just an underwhelming city and there’s never a deep dive into the mythologies in the first place, aside from background shit or a name drop. Still, this is starting to become Zoophobia where she has too many ideas and is too ambitious and wants to dump a lot of things into one. It’s funny, I saw part of this livestream, and she willingly can openly admit that the comic was a mess and she poured too many ideas into it, but she just……does the same for Hazbin and doesn’t realize it—-

Okay I’m done. I will post a clip or talk about some of the stuff said in the OTHER livestream (the one that was a mess) but for now here are my thoughts. Honestly tho EVERYTHING Viv says in a livestream is a mess. None of the insight or attitude she displays there never comes into the show or even real life with her criticism shit fits and all. It’s all a joke ugh.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #vivziepop livestream

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typically-untypical · 4 months

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Hiring: Drummer Wanted

AU: Band AU

CW: None that I can think of

WC: 1,100

Date: 12/19/2023

"We don't need a drummer," Janus rolled his eyes, gently setting his guitar in it's case, looking over to Logan for verification. The man sitting at the synth board looked up and nodded before adding his two cents.

"I don't believe we could offer gainful employment to a percussionist. We very seldom use a standard beat in our songs and though we have used drums in the past it wouldn't be enough to justify having someone on our payroll full time."

"Right, I thought about that," Remus said shifting on his feet. "But I have an idea for a few songs and those songs would require more of a drum aesthetic, and the guy we normally work with is going off and doing his own thing next month right? So like we need to start feeling out for people who might work well with us and I have an idea."

At those words, both Janus and Logan looked up each sharing a matched expression of amusement.

"It's the emo you met at the poetry bar isn't it?" Janus asked, letting out a sigh, taking a seat so Remus would have his full and undivided attention. Their lead vocalist was blushing a bit at this point but smiling his stupidly big grin, eyes sparkling with mischief and knowledge. Yes, it was definitely the emo and once Remus got onto an idea it was hard to get him away from it.

Logan joined Janus on the small couch in their recording space and gestured in front of them for Remus. "Present your case." This was their normal procedure when one of them wanted to do something unorthodox. It was normally Remus, and it normally turned out well, but there had been a few times he had suggested something that had to be completely shut down.

Remus' whole body moved with his excitement and he allowed his eyes to go wide as he shuffled in front of them.

"Our music is good, no one doubts that except us occasionally but like our tastes suck." He laughed a little, "But it's also important we try new things and expand our repertoire of possibilities."

"You aren't going to win me over with fancy words," Logan teased, reaching over to Janus and taking his hand gently.

"I can certainly try," he laughed his little meniachle laugh before continuing his sales pitch. "Expanding what we do isn't just good for our listeners but it's good for us too. Different styles and genres can help us express ourselves better and isn't that why we all go into music in the first place? Anyway, we normally work together on songs, and I still think for the final thing we should work together to make sure we all agree on the sound and the flow, but I also think we should all try writing our own songs for this next album. A little look into each of us separately as well as together. Logan is always talking about how it's important that we maintain our individuality even when we are existing as a throuple."

"Counter point," Logan started, holding out his free hand to Remus who took it willingly. "Our current album is almost finished and we shouldn't attempt to change it at this point."

"Counter counter point," Remus squeezed Logan's hand. "We don't need to make changes on this album but we aren't doing tours yet, so as soon as this album is done we're going to be focused on the next one, right?" The tour thing wasn't an issue of popularity, it was an issue of energy. Most likely they were never going to be able to do tours. Logan had a few health issues that kept him a bit grounded in this city which meant touring was really difficult. Remus and Janus both knew he felt guilty about that so they typically tried to avoid that topic but Remus was hoping to show that this time it might actually be a good thing.

"True," Logan whispered, squeezing Janus' hand before looking back up at Remus. "So you aren't suggesting this to be for the current album we are about to release but rather then next album we work on?"

"Yes."

Logan looked over to Janus who was rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I don't see why we can't pursue some new sounds, but we aren't doing it for a full album. We can add two or three new sounds to the album but the rest needs to be similar to what we've already produced, we don't want to ostersize old fans in search of new ones." Janus sighed, leaning forward a bit. "We can invite him out and see if we gel with him personally before we try to get along professionally." Janus took in a deep breath, rolling his shoulders back and tilting his head to the side before he opened his eyes. He looked at Remus with the cocky ass smirk he knew both of his boyfriends loved. "Afterall, that's what you want isn't it? A date with the pretty emo boy?"

Remus blushed. "What if it is?" He asked. "Pretty emo boys are pretty, but no. It's not just because pretty emo boys are pretty. It's also because we're going to need a new drummer we trust!"

Janus and Logan both laughed soft chuckles. "Fine," Janus whispered, "Go get the pretty emo boy and set up a date."

Remus cheered, dancing a bit before he leaned in and gave both Logan and Janus a kiss. "I'm gonna go call him now." He pulled away, dancing about as he grabbed his phone. He was already talking to the other man before he was even out of the door. Logan leaned against Janus, closing his eyes as he took in a slow breath.

"How long until the two of them are dating?" He asked quietly.

"I give it two weeks," Janus said shaking his head. "The real question is, how long until we fall as well." He wrapped an arm around Logan, pulling him closer and running a gentle hand along Logan's arm. It seemed like this recording session might have been a bit too much for all of them.

"You genuinely believe that will happen?" Logan looked up at him, his eyes were filled with exhaustion.

"It happened with you didn't it?" Janus teased and Logan blushed a little, closing his eyes to avoid Janus' knowing stare.

"Yes, I guess it did."

Janus leaned in, giving Logan a soft kiss. "Now get some rest, I don't need you pushing yourself too hard."

"Very well."

@tsspromptmonth

#Untypical Creations #Sanders Sides #Sanders Side fic #Fanfic #Remus Sanders #Janus Sanders #Logan Sanders #band au #intruloceit #eventually Virgil as well #TSS Rare Gifts Event #Band AU

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ryuzatodraws-backup · 6 months

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Masterpost

Gerard Deities

Anon idk if this is what you want lol but I decided to make a huge masterpost as a reference.I may or may not remember what I wrote in my last post in my last blog tho. So this post will be updated if I have extras.

These will be the Gerard looks that I interpreted based on how I insert them into my own Ghost universe. These looks are based on Gerard’s costume while he’s on tour during MCR Return.

(Disclaimer : I expand them individually as a character of their own and not as Gerard Way himself. You can see I didn’t use his name in these characters except for the Jean de Arc look; which the character interacting with him didn’t call him by name. If you have an idea on what I should call him, let me know!)

Lets start with our beloved, The Secretary

Origin : Uknown.

First discovered when The Director steps into office one day and notices how his secretary is bleeding and well…appears to be dead but working at the same time as if nothing was wrong. The Director concluded that something happened to them that renders their current secretary’s body to be inhabited by something out of this world.

Their purpose? to type and database everything that is happening in the clergy in the present and also in the future. The Secretary is almost like a storyteller in a way that is capable of dictating or prophesizing what the future will turn out to be.

They’re one of the powerful deities for their ability to predict the future.

The Nurse

First appearance: when The Secretary brought in The Director’s dead body to be revived. ( see the series https://archiveofourown.org/series/3731701 )

Origin : they have been here since Primo’s time. Responsible in the Papas death. Seems to be enjoying their job at the clergy somehow.

Gerard de Arc ( possible name, The Knight)

First Appearance: 200 years after the so call Apocalypse caused by Copia, found Copia in the ruins of the clergy and tried to kill him (series on going, will be reposted and linked properly)

He’s on a quest for years, to collect 1000 souls so he can ascend to Heaven; joining his Brothers and Sisters. His final task is to kill the Anti Christ – which is Copia himself.

Other Deities ( might make an appearance , might not…depends)

The Showman

I got this idea thanks to Raynon , you can read their fic to it here https://archiveofourown.org/works/51685087

The Showman looooves everything glitter and gold. He would often spawn himself together with a mysterious casino in towns, especially big cities. Rumors has it that nobody has ever won anything from their place and that people would often go missing, but hey at least the music and drinks are great.

The Rat King / The Trash Man (or trash Papa as some called him)

These two goes hand in hand. You’ll find one nearby after all. The Rat King communicates with all the rats, the epitome of the Plague itself, able to turn into a hoard of rats . The Trash man , bringer of disease and chaos.

The Cheerleader

A sweetheart honestly. Sweet summer child. They love to hang around with Copia the most ( it’s the console games). Theyre a good deity to pray for good vibes and protection. Will probably kill your enemies with a flame thrower.

The Teacher

This one works in the clergy as well, in charge of teaching the new ghouls about everything on planet earth. Patron of Knowledge really.

The Saint

Another good patron for protection , if you need help harming your enemies He will do the job. He’s more aggressive and male leaning in figure. Capable of bringing natural disasters and chaos on earth.

The Tourist

Almost like a trickster, or the norse god Loki. He mostly would play tricks and pretends to be other deities , taking over an empty shrine or a dead god’s altar. Likes to hang out with The Showman.

The Vampire

Man is a vampire.

The Cat

Goes hand in hand with The Cheerleader sometimes but a lot more independent.

The Ghost

Non malevolent entity. He’s just there as well.

The General.

Patron of War , I imagine Corrupt Papa Copia would go to war with him, hand to hand. Victory will always be in your hand

Hierachy

From the Top, the most powerful Deities and the lowest.

There are a few more others that I couldn’t figure out, like the blue dress, the skeleton, the black swan (Bauhaus?), the clown and theres one with the white suit, bandaged bloodied head that I forgot the name. There are other interpretations on the outfits from others that are more in tune with the MCR fandom than me lol (I saw a few posts about the explanation here and on reddit. And oh in this latest zine that you can get it here https://mcrswarmzine.tumblr.com/ ) if anything just DM me if you need like a specific answer to this…ramble I made here.

#Gerardverse #Gerard Deities #Gerardsonas

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blackswaneuroparedux · 2 years

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Anonymous asked: It was primarily through your blog that I was introduced to the conservative philosophical thought of Sir Roger Scruton. You are the only blog to my knowledge that knows Scruton’s works inside out and communicate his ideas so clearly and with wit and intelligence. I’m currently going through the books on music he wrote. I admit I’m out of my depth reading The Aesthetics of Music. Please help! What does Scruton or indeed philosophers mean by aesthetics when it comes to music? I know this is a huge ask on such a big topic but if anyone can, I think you could.

I’m sure I’m not the only blog out there who post about the late Sir Roger Scruton’s works. I just post what I know and share what I can, and I make no claim to be an authoritative voice of his works. I did know Roger Scruton though. First as an admirer from afar, and then much later, having the privilege of meeting him on occasion such as a high table dinner in Cambridge or through other like-minded friends.

I think diving into Roger Scruton’s ‘The Aesthetics of Music’ (1999) is quite daunting even if you are familiar with his other works across aesthetics and politics and his conservative thought. It demands from the reader an above average understanding of two disciplines, music and philosophy, and is principally directed to his peers in academia. To some of his academic peers he represents the phenomenological-idealist perspective on music. I’m not quite how Scruton would see it but let’s not address that here. Indeed you don’t need to get bogged down in academic tiffs.

On the whole, Scruton, to his credit, never dumbs down in any of his other works and requires us to think harder than we’re used to. So don’t feel deflated but you have to learn what entry point into his works are best for you. His philosophical works on aesthetics are challenging to read because often we don’t possess the critical tools to unlock and understand concepts that are often misunderstood such as ‘beauty’ or ‘aesthetics’.

I would recommend anyone to start with his other works which may be a good introduction and an easier entry point to his thought on music. If you are a complete novice I would always start with ‘Beauty: a very short introduction’ (2010) which is an excellent primer to his thought on a range of topics. With regards to music itself I would then go onto ‘Music as art’ (2018) before moving onto ‘Understanding Music: Philosophy and Interpretation’ (2009) - a more challenging book. Of course you can also read his books on Wagner which also talks of aesthetics through Wagner’s operas in a more wider sense such as ‘The Ring of Truth’ (2016) and ‘Wagner’s Parsifal: The Music of Redemption’ (2020) - which also happens to be my favourite opera.

I honestly didn’t know where to start in answering your question because it’s such a huge and complicated subject. So I let it stew a bit at the back of my brain until I felt I could pen a few vaguely intelligible thoughts down for you. It’s not an ideal answer but it is an attempt. At the outset I’m not going to talk about Immanuel Kant because in a sense he got the ball rolling on the whole field of aesthetics. Not because I don’t like Kant, because I do, but because he takes up too much space here and I would never do him justice.

Let’s step back a bit and start with the idea of aesthetics first. Aesthetics is classically defined as the study of the beautiful in art. Thomas Henry Huxley, a Victorian biologist best remembered as ‘Darwin’s bulldog,’ set the definition as a list: a beauty in appearance, visual appeal, an experience, an attitude, a property of something, a judgment, and a process. This expanded meaning touches on the original Greek aisthesis, which deals with feelings and sensations. Aesthetics, in this sense, is not limited to the thing itself, but rather is a holistic term encompassing the focal point - the object, performance, atmosphere, etc. - and the experience of and response to that focal point.

However, Huxley’s elucidation, like many others, say some critics, suffers from an over-emphasis on beauty. While aesthetic engagement often involves perceptions of beauty, this is not the only (or even foremost) criterion of artistic merit. Art can be aesthetically satisfying without necessarily being “beautiful” in the conventional sense of eliciting pleasure.

Applied to music, aesthetics might be conceived as the relationship of music to the human senses. Rather than judging whether or not a composition is beautiful, or why one piece is more beautiful than another, attention shifts to the interplay between musical stimuli and the interior realm of sensations. The onus of appraisal moves from the cold tools of theoretical analysis to the auditor.

For some thinkers, this is the only appropriate location for aesthetic assessment. Nineteenth-century philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer argued that music taps into channels of pure emotions: “Music does not express this or that particular and definite joy, this or that sorrow or pain, or horror, or delight, or merriment, or peace of mind; but joy, sorrow, pain, horror, delight, merriment, peace of mind themselves, to a certain extent in the abstract, their essential nature, without accessories, and therefore without their motives.” T. H. Yorke Trotter, founder and principal of the London Academy of Music, echoed Schopenhauer in a 1907 lecture, stating that, while other art forms awaken ideas and images that act on the feelings, music directly stirs “dispositions which we translate by the vague terms, joy, sadness, serenity, etc.”

In this revised view, aesthetic value does not depend on the micro or macro features of a piece, per se, but on how one responds to those features. Emotional arousals are instant aesthetic judgments. It is no accident that the perceived qualities of a piece or passage mirror the responses induced: joyful, mournful, serene, and so forth. The intensity of the emotion might separate one piece from another, but the immediacy of the music - as Schopenhauer and Yorke described it - seems to defy such classifications. Among other things, integrating (or equating) aesthetics with emotions underscores the subjectivity of the topic, and highlights the interconnectedness and simultaneity of stimulus, experience, and evaluation.

When one talks about feelings and music we inevitably come to the issue of sound. Music is sound - or the gaps between it too if you want to be precise like famed Argentine pianist and conductor Daren Barenboim.

The raw materials of music include pitch, rhythm, durations, dynamics, texture and timbre. The deliberate ordering of these building blocks of sound and silence produces what we instantly recognise as a musical creation. To be sure, definitions of music vary from rigid to loose, and postmodern requirements are not always as stable or confined as conventional views. But, however far the envelope is stretched and however ambiguous music is made out to be, most of us can agree with seventeenth-century English churchman Thomas Fuller: “Music is nothing else but wild sounds civilised into time and tune.”

Understandably then, comments on the nature of music usually address its audibility: it is an art form directed at the ears. Our sense of hearing distinguishes between music and the other sounds that constantly bombard us. The very concept of music derives from and depends upon our faculty of perceiving sound. Yet it can be argued that the ears are merely the necessary entry point. As soon as we are made aware of music, it is translated into mood, memory and movement. As poet Wallace Stevens eloquently wrote: “Music is feeling, then, not sound.”

The listener’s response to specific music will vary in type and intensity. She might feel very hopeful, a little bit sad, extremely calm, slightly anxious, and so on. These reactions may or may not be the intention of the composer or performer, and may change according to when and where the piece is heard. But in almost every instance, human perception converts music into feeling. Perhaps the clearest evidence of this is how we typically portray music. We most often fixate on music’s experiential properties, or its “personality.” Anthropomorphic qualities are freely projected upon a piece: charming, aggressive, warm, tender, brutish, exuberant, consoling, frustrating, etc. This is partly because of the difficulty of identifying and discussing music’s formal properties. But it is mainly because the formal properties are but a means to an end. When we call a composition happy, we are basically saying that it makes us feel happy. The resulting emotion is so dominant that it becomes the character of the music. Priority is given to effect over sound.

In some sense, music can be thought of as a delivery system for emotional content. We do not experience music so much as we experience ourselves experiencing music. Our ears funnel the sound to a deeper layer of our being, a layer where sound is made significant. Of course, not all music is equally effective and not every listener is equally moved by musical stimuli. But even the most literate musicians and harshest critics will admit, readily or reluctantly, that music is predominantly about emotions. It only begins as sound.

And now we come to Roger Scruton. Scruton ask the basic question if music is sound can it also be a language?

Scruton’s gives illuminating illustrations to address this question. For example, he writes about one episode that under the Stalinist regime, the last movements of Tchaikovsky’s 6th Symphony were often reversed in order to bring the work to a triumphal, rather than despairing, conclusion. The reason that listeners find this reversal unsatisfactory, says Roger Scruton, is that the third movement cannot be heard as an answer to the fourth. But why does its failure to respond seem wrong? Why should we even expect to hear it as an answer? And should we describe the Sixth Symphony as an expression of Tchaikovsky’s despair, an evocation of its listeners’ despair, or the depiction of despair in general?

Such questions, never satisfactorily answered, trouble musical aestheticians, and are tackled by Scruton’s impressive range across music, philosophy, and cultural aesthetics. His quest begins with the rudimentary but difficult question ‘what is a sound?’ and, using musical illustrations, builds up through music’s aspects to its place in morality and culture. Sounds, Scruton argues, are ‘pure events’, which do not happen to any thing. Unlike colours, tastes and textures with which they are often classed, sounds are emitted by, but not inherent in, what produces them. But whereas with a nonmusical sound we may often hear it as what produced it (for instance, ‘hear a car’ or ‘hear a bell’), a musical tone is quite cut free from its causal moorings. We hear it not as ‘someone playing the oboe over there’ and ‘someone playing the violin a few feet away’ but as part of a musical gestalt. Each note seems to be engendered by its precursor and rightly to respond to it “as though indifferent to the world of physical causes.”

Similarly we hear notes as higher and lower, rising and falling, and the melody moves from its beginning to its end. Yet where could the movement of pitch and melody occur? We refer to material sounds, yet under a description that no material sounds could satisfy, and to abandon these metaphors is to abandon discussion of music, which cannot dispense with them.

Music does not fit into a scientific account of the world, any more than a smile does, but is part of the world as we live it, and even of a world beyond contingency. For, says Scruton, in the inexorable necessity by which “each note requires its successor” we glimpse true freedom – the ‘causality of reason’ which belongs to rational action, the ‘transcendental unity’ of our scattered selves. And in gaining “a first-person perspective on a life that is no one’s”, we enter a ‘dance of sympathy’ with others.

This abstract, mystical argument is a gradually accumulating motif through Scruton’s concrete technical examples. As usual his wistful mysticism is accompanied by slashing ‘take no prisoners’ attacks - on the Marxist reductionism that would degrade the last five centuries of European music to an accident of power relations, on how ‘early music’ authenticity only fossilises and obscures the music it purports to reconstruct, on sentimentality and cliché.

All of which he is right and I’ve never come across a Marxist or far left leaning cultured aesthete to argue otherwise - if anyone knows of any I would be grateful to them for pointing them out to me as I want to be open to contrarian views. But to be honest, I’ve not seen anything to refute what Scruton’s says how Marxism cultural thought reduces art and culture to mere power relations. It’s like they have a one lens to see the world and it blinds them to nuance and complexity as only true conservatives are apt to see and then lament.

Which brings me nicely to where all this is going in terms of real world stakes and consequences . Like Plato, Scruton sees music as an important moulder of, and index to, a culture’s moral character. He has written movingly how much he laments the way tonality is no longer available to composers in our current spiritual condition, and the loss of exclusive standards of taste which, paradoxically, enabled a universality of allusiveness. He mourns the decay of aristocratic culture, the rampancy of anomie and consumerism. Instead we’re left with cheap disposable music as quickly consumed as a McDonald’s meal. He has described Mary J Blige’s “Get to Know You Better” that its limited melody is “emphasised by the yukky 13th chords and droopy vamping which open the piece, with a sound that suggests someone trying carefully to puke into a wine glass.” Ouch.

I personally think he has a point but I still think he doesn’t appreciate what other musical art forms such as jazz (which I love) can also reach the heights of aesthetic beauty. I would say the same for 70s rock music (Led Zeppelin for example) and other forms of music. I would consider myself less militant than Scruton in that regard but at the same time I understand where he is coming from.

All this may sound (pardon the pun) like the grumblings of Scruton as a curmudgeonly old man charting the passing of a decaying Western civilisation, but if music is a language then how much more we are blasé about losing local languages and dialects - even within one country - that were once thriving and spoken but now are either dead or dying.

Elsewhere in his writings he laments the triumph of American-English that is almost complete. Of course the merit of English as a global language is that it enables people of different countries to converse and do business with each other. But languages are not only a medium of communication, which enable nation to speak unto nation. They are also repositories of culture and identity.

In many countries the all-engulfing advance of English threatens to damage or destroy much local culture. This is sometimes lamented even in England itself, for though the language that now sweeps the world is called English, the culture carried with it is increasingly American. Native English-speakers, however, are becoming less competent at other languages: only nine students graduated in Arabic from universities in the United States last year, and the British are the most monoglot of all the peoples of the EU. Thus the triumph of English not only destroys the tongues of others; it also isolates native English-speakers from the literature, history and ideas of other peoples. It is, in short, a thoroughly dubious triumph.

How much is more true with classical music as a language that also preserves and embodies cultural history and national identity when we compare it to the disposability of modern commodified pop music.

Scruton’s works are not for the faint hearted. He can be priggish and abrasive, but often with wit and style. But Scruton is always thought provoking and intellectually provocative. But even Scruton with his undoubted experience in both music and philosophy isn’t any closer to providing solutions to age old aesthetic questions of what is music. I suspect Roger Scruton wouldn’t want to be the final voice but invite us to add our own voice to these interesting questions of beauty and aesthetics in music.

Thanks for your question

#ask #question #roger scruton #scruton #aesthetics #music #sound #culture #classical music #music theory #pop music #society #composer #schopenhauer #language #history #western society #civilisation #personal

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longeyelashedtragedy · 2 months

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tag ppl you want to know better game - tagged by @heffer-wen many many days ago! (i had so much fun reading your answers!)

last song: "shrike" by hozier. i liked this song fine when the album first came out, but 5 years later all of a sudden it's everything my brain needs to hear. something about how his voice sounds when it gets Loud--it's just filling all the spaces that are empty and expanding my lungs and i can breathe. yknow?

currently watching: nothing, sincerely. i've got a pandemic era frank interview queued up, but that requires actually staring at a video and paying attention, and i'm not very good at that. i mean i guess i've poked around a couple old youtube videos that are too incriminating to discuss. but!

in seriousness...i'm trash at watching anything most of the time. tv/movies were on a near-total ban in my house as a kid and i think i'm a product of this parenting choice (recommend!)

three ships: frank x mason, big gabi x willo, XHAKARTETA. hard to pick a favorite frank ship though...that could go in a lot of directions.

favorite color: Heff did i see hot pink and black? YES! my favorite colors are pink and black. runners-up: red and purple, though some reds and purples are better than others.

first ship: gosh...honestly, i think it was McLennon, hahah. that was the first ship i realized was a ship, though, because my friend introduced me to ff.n via that ship the summer after 8th grade. before that, i was informally shipping katarina witt with a whole bunch of people myself included. but yes, John & Paul. i didn't really have headcanons or anything though, i just read some stuff. the first ship where i was like I SHIP IT and went to read fanfic on LJ for it was *sigh* bellatrix/narcissa from harry potter. say what we will about JKR now, and i'm sure we all have, but some of the fanfic on livejournal went HARD. as a mere teenager, i was in awe of the adults writing all this stuff, and felt so privileged to lurk amongst them and occasionally comment. Would that fandoms were still like this!!!

place of birth: new york, ny in a hospital that's about to close. i was six days late because i was destined to be a sag and not a scorpio. i knew even then!

current location: just across the river and a little bit southeast.

relationship status: hardcore in my aromantic era. i used to be obsessed with love and having a special person and all that, but i don't know...the idea of having to have someone up in my business, entitled to knowledge about me, sharing a space with me all the time...it all just feels like a big NO these days. it actively makes my skin feel crawly. of course, life is designed for you to have a partner which is pretty frustrating. sincerely i'd rather just have a bunch of loving and interesting friends who all live near me. now, am i down for a hookup? sure, but the only part of me worth seeing is my head, so we move!

last movie: "encounter in the air," it's a movie directed by this albanian director whose stuff i love. he doesn't use music in his films, and films on location in/near his hometown in northern albania, and the...soundscape? is so rich and bountiful and gorgeous. you don't realize how noisy movies are till you watch one of these. (this was one of the very rare times when i watch something)

currently working on: reading my way through my library book pile, decluttering my leggings shelf, thinking of how i want to structure a potential fic about a ~75 year-old man having a drunk fuck with his son's wife (with motivations currently unknown to me--and what tone it should have? not my usual pedestrian tone, but how to do it differently? i do have some interesting sentences written down in the draft. i like the sight and then the memory of wet footprints on the hallway floor & mud from the football pitch and carelessly worn boots tracked through the house). also how i'd write some frank/anthony gordon england NT callup dubcon phone sex. now that was a whole serving of word salad. shit, imagine if i was writing TAA/szoboszlai or pedri/gavi.

tagging: @thatbrightblueshine @kvaradonaa @protect-daniel-james @medicalwastebouquet @thundercrack (answer on whichever of your blogs hahaha) and i KNOW i'm leaving people out so...YOU. if you want!!!! no pressure at all.

#about me #thank you heffer-wen!#i might reblog this in the morning idkkk

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I can't sleep so let's talk about DJ Sunshine. Follow me under the cut for dead dove galore!

So Sunshine's main fic is called Amoricide. I've written others with her but this is the primary one. Amoricide is a word I made up - a fictional term for the fictional act of murdering your soulmate. Amoricide (the fic) is a dark soulmate mark au. As the introduction says:

Every culture, dead or alive, had a myth or two about the marks. It was more universal than floods, or world trees, or trickster animals. They said every human had a mark that matched another’s. The matching marks identified them as carved from the same rock, born from the same spirit, whatever metaphor for the soul you wanted to use. They belonged together and would always find each other.

A cute myth. But just a myth. In the safety of modern reality, billions of humans went their whole lives never meeting their soulmate. They married, had children, died, without it. And the ones who did meet their matching mark would soon find there really was no love at first sight. Pushed into marriage by society, unable to divorce because of the old beliefs about destiny, these people who came to hate each other would find only one solution left…

For those unfamiliar with Dead by Daylight, it's a slasher horror inspired video game. The premise of the game is that the Survivors and Killers are both trapped by an eldritch creature called the Entity, and forced to play a deadly game over and over, the pain of the Survivors feeding the Entity. The fandom expanded on the lore a lot, in true fandom ways, which is what I built the fic on.

In Amoricide, Jill Cortez, a Survivor, finds herself targeted by a particular Killer, a fallen kpop idol, the Trickster aka Hak Ji-Woon, who seems to hate her for no apparent reason. This constant, brutal murder she's put through isolates her from the other Survivors, and she can't understand why he's doing it. In truth, her constantly bleeding soulmate mark is a match to his own, and he isn't happy about it.

What nobody knows about Jill is that she has a double life. She's set up a radio station in the Fog Realm (using the knowledge she gained back on Earth to do so) and moonlights on air as DJ Sunshine. Trickster, a bit music starved since arriving in this place, finds a kindred spirit with her, and to his annoyance, realizes he wants a woman he's never met.

It can only end badly when the two find out the truth.

Yeah, this idea is awesome, right?

The problem is, there's not much of a readership for stories like this in the dbd fandom. 90% of dbd fics are reader pov. It's like that for most newer fandoms nowadays. So while I have a few friends that would love to read more, and I probably will finish it, I'm wanting to take what I've got and make it into something original.

The problem is I've got no idea how to take away the DBD elements. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ They're pretty critical to the plot. Which means I either need to translate the elements into original ones (without getting sued for copyright infringement in the process) or just come up with a whole new plot.

I normally wouldn't bother but I really do feel there's an audience for this. I'm not sure where that audience is (probably TikTok xP) but it's out there. And I just. I love Sunshine. I'd write a whole series of books about her if I could. She makes my heart happy.

So, that's what that is. Tagging the people who interacted with that one post so y'all can see this

EDIT: If anyone is curious about the fic still, here is the link to chapter 1 on ao2

@acertainmoshke @your-local-tall-asshole @k-v-briarwood @theimperiumchronicles @slenders1ckn3ss

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zorphie · 6 months

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MAULWURF APPRECIATORS RISE UP

I saw you mention him in the tags of the Musicology icons post and i would like to hear ur thoughts about da wurf if i may 👀

I RAMBLED ON FOR A BIT SO.. UNDEE THE CUT

DUDDEEE. I LOVE THAT GUY. he's sooo silly. loved him the second i started watching karamelle and his brief appearances always made me go :-) !!!!!! we need more of him and he needs more fans there's only like 5 of us

I do really want to include him more in my oc lore!!! and im honestly inspired to do so even more now, especially because i /did/ write in the fact maulwurf and devin are literally besties and they are the duo that defend musicology and have long, super loud discussions in the arcanum about it. ione is annoyed. and i would love to doodle that someday

ESPECIALLY BECAUSE SOUND OF MUSICOLOGY IS DIVINER SPECIFIC... MOUSE WITH A GUITAR? FUELS ME EVEN MORE😕 THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS!!!! maulwurf gave him a special little spell card just for him. I'm convinced. (ID LOVE TO SEE UR FAN SPELLS BTW)

also i am just. bfksixhaka over music in general (devin gets it from me) so i get maulwurf. he's so right. musicology IS a real magic class and i will fight for him forever. when i heard him first talk about it i GOR SO EXCITED. i was like oh yeah he's so dear to me Right Away . moved on through karamelle and I went WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HAS 5 SECONRS OF SCREENTIME AND THERES NOTHING ON MUSICOLOGY IN GENERAL...

it's real somehow right because technically there are interactive instruments that u can set as furniture in ur house. and ur wizard jus plays it without actually .. playing it. also instruments are legal as wands. the spiral just hasn't discovered it yet and that man is onto something. DONT LIFE WIZARDS USE SOME KIND OF "MUSIC" TO CAST THEIR SPELLS???? THE SONG OF CREARION...?

devin fizzles if he plays offkey.. the creatures he summons specifically are enthralled by the music he's playing to cast a spell, so i feel like there HAS to be some knowledge of musicology there. how he figured that on his own arc 1-2 I have no clue. Sorry. especially cuz the only guy who gives a fuck about musicology is in space rn. but once he joins the arcanum he's in the musicology office 24/7 theorizing and creating new spells/methods with maulwurf

he's just so cool to me for trying to enforce a new magic class (that is so catered towards my interests) and i love how goofy he is. i really do need to write more about him huh. i wasn't too canon character focused, but I am gonna be expanding on more of that as I write and revise so .... HE IS HIGH PRIORITY bcoz i love him :)

points at u. maulwurf fan.... i respect you so much.... for my favorite characters he's definitely up there

#ask #txt #oc: devin #<- SOMEWHAT LOL #maulwurf von trap

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timeloopbuddy · 2 years

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How Much Improvement The Entities Need & How I Would Do It

The Buried - Basically nothing, it is incredible, so it’s only problem is a lack of outreach. Breekon & Hope are not enough, we need more of it in general. The Corruption - Bugs are cool, but they need to cash in more on the crappy feelings and ease of spread that comes with common diseases. Not just world ending pandemics, the cold, strep, allergies, and many more. They could really branch out and just play with people’s general feelings of disgust and unhappiness that comes with just the basic sense of sickness. The Dark - Branding/Creativity. It’s only like 2 problems but in this line of work they can be very detrimental if you screw it up. It seems like they are so devoted to the Dark that instead of going out, being cool, and terrorising people, they’re just worshipping it. Improvement 1, more monsters, the reason Callum Brody was so good at his job was because he let creativity do the work. Improvement 2, less church themes, it only makes you the target of ridicule. (See Gertrude Robinson in regards to the “church group”). The Desolation - Similar to the Dark but not as bad. The devotion is still a problem, but it is one easily fixed by simply toning down the church themes. Other than that they just need to keep on burning stuff down and being generally sexy. The End - Good at what it does, and it just keeps on doing it. The End has its niche, sticks to it, and does a damn good job. I can’t really think of any improvements. The Eye - Stop being fucking nerds. Eye avatars can be cool, but they gotta lean into it and stopping the biggest fools/idiots in their universe. I get how the Eye itself can be stupid, it just likes eating knowledge. But the people, how? The coolest Jon was was when he was running around country to country finding answers, reading statements, consuming live statements from random people, and forcing people to answer his questions. They just need to be more active in the community. There is a reason everyone hates Eye avatars. 1. Because they’re annoying. That one isn’t bad, in fact I think they should dial it up to 11. 2. They are cowards. We need more Eye avatars who don’t fuck around with that morality bullshit like Gertrude, but are also dedicated to the cause of being annoying nerds. To summarise, I want the Eye to actually go out and do stuff. The Flesh - Give Angela more screen time. That’s it. Also maybe open up a few more restaurants. The Hunt - They’re fine. The Lonely - Just keep vibing my dudes. Although boats would be cool. I just like boats. The Slaughter - More music. I just love the vibe of murdering someone while music plays in the background. The Spiral - Also more music. And questions. I feel like they could get a lot of mileage out of disorienting questions. The Stranger - More dunking on Eye nerds. Imagine being seen during the Unkowing. How embarassing. The Vast - MORE BLIMPS. There are only 25 blimps on Earth, That is embarrasingly low. More blimps. More air travel. More sea travel. More space travel. TRAVEL AND EXPAND MORE. The Web - Why did it have to be spiders? It’s so cool and everything but spiders are the absolute worst. The Extinction - Be less boring. We’re suffering through an apocalypse right now and it’s just tiring. Come on, do something. Also more avatars. And ominous radio towers.

#the buried #the corruption #the dark #the desolation #the end #the eye #the flesh #the hunt #the lonely #the slaughter #the spiral #the stranger #the vast #the web #the extinction #smirkes 14 #the entities #the magnus archive

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chrisbitchtree · 2 years

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Billy’s world was a small one. It consisted of work, at a local car repair shop, the grocery store, the gym, home, and the music store. It hadn’t always been that way. There was a time when he’d been just like any other kid, running around at the beach, or enjoying the crowded fall fair. Then his mother had left, and it wasn’t easy to trust people anymore, so his world narrowed. He avoided busy places like the plague. His life was carefully mapped out so he could avoid crowds. He went to the grocery store and gym late at night and went to the music store on his lunch breaks from work.

The music store was the most recent addition to his list of safe places. He was looking for some tapes that he hadn’t been able to find anywhere else. They didn’t do business over the phone, so Billy had talked to his therapist about wanting to go. They’d spent a lot of time talking through the best- and worst-case scenarios, as they did with every new place that Billy went, and after a lot of false starts where he’d hover with his hand on the door of the shop before panicking and turning around, he’d eventually felt ready to go in.

Steve, beautiful, lovely, perfect Steve had been the first person to ask Billy if he needed help, and Billy had fallen for the other man in an instant. He was the shop manager, and he was a wealth of music knowledge, constantly expanding Billy’s musical horizons. For example, Billy had insisted that he wouldn’t like The Smashing Pumpkins, but Steve had insisted, and now Billy would find himself humming ‘Today’ as he worked on the cars at work.

Steve had given Billy his work schedule, and now, once a week, Steve would give him a tape from a new band, and Billy would listen to it from start to finish, then when he would return the next week, he would tell Steve what he liked and didn’t like about it, and what his favourite song from it was. It was the highlight of his week, and he loved to tell his therapist all about it. She would say how proud she was that he was meeting new people. Well, at least one new person. She encouraged him to branch out and ask the other employees for assistance and their opinions, but why did he need that when he had Steve?

After their conversations started to expand beyond tapes, Billy learned that Steve was a musician, trying to build a career for himself in the industry. One day when Billy walked into the store, Steve handed him a flyer for a show that he was playing at a local music venue. Billy wanted more than anything to go but knew it wouldn’t be possible. He felt maxed out on safe places, and even if he wanted to add to his list, the show was in two weeks. It wouldn’t be enough time for his therapist to help him work through scenarios. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell to Steve the truth, but he didn’t want the other man to think less of him, so he kept his mouth shut, making up an excuse for why he couldn’t go. He tried to ignore the disappointment he could see on Steve’s face.

As the months went on, Steve continued to invite Billy to shows, and Billy kept coming up with reasons why he couldn’t go. He could start to hear the resignation in Steve’s voice the fifth time he declined his invitation to go see him. The next time Billy entered the shop, Steve shoved a tape into Billy’s hand. “Here’s what you’re missing.” He walked away before Billy could respond.

As soon as Billy got home from work, he put the tape in his stereo. From the speakers poured a gorgeous voice that was obviously Steve’s. He was so caught up in the other man’s voice that at first, he barely registered what songs he was singing. The whole set list was songs that Billy had said were his favourites off the tapes that Steve was recommending to him. He felt a pit growing in his stomach. He had to talk to his therapist.

The first thing she told him when he spoke to her was that he had to be honest with Steve if he wanted their friendship to move to anything else. And she wanted to work with him so that he’d feel comfortable going to one of Steve’s shows. Billy had been scared when she’d said he should be honest with Steve, but now that seemed like a walk in the park compared to going to a concert.

The next time he went to the store, he asked Steve if he could have his home number, so he could call him. After a long, quiet moment, Steve wrote it down on a receipt slip and handed it to him. Billy called him that night and confessed everything to the other man. Steve kept apologizing to him for trying to push him to go to his concerts, but Billy shushed him. How was Steve supposed to know? Billy felt like a 1000-pound weight had been lifted off his chest when he told Steve. He felt the best he had in years.

He continued to talk to Steve on the phone almost every night, eventually graduating to coffee dates in the small café attached to the music store, and he worked with his therapist to be comfortable at Steve’s shows. Billy had panicked a couple times, telling Steve that he couldn’t go, last minute, but eventually, they worked out a middle ground.

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Billy peered at the crowd from his seat at stage left. After talking with Steve and his therapist, he’d decided that he could handle going to Steve’s show if he could remain off to the side by himself. He felt comfortable there, and actually found himself excited to see Steve perform.

The lights dimmed, and Steve walked on stage, passing Billy as he went. He grabbed Billy’s hand for a moment, giving him a reassuring squeeze. He took his seat on stage, greeting the crowd. “Hi everyone, I’d like to thank you all for joining me here tonight, and I’d especially like to thank the new man in my life, Billy. Billy,” he said as h started to strum his guitar, “This one’s for you, baby.”

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