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writemekpop · 1 year

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Home Alone | Kim Jongin (Kai)

Summary: Your husband Kai accuses you of not trusting him with your baby daughter.

Genre: New parents AU, domestic, angsty, house hubby Kai

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You were trying to balance the dangerous job of straightening your hair while buttoning up a onesie for your one-year-old. The hot blades wavered ever closer to the soft blue cotton.

That was when you got the call. You threw down the phone. “My mother’s sick! She can’t take Jasmine!”

Your husband Kai sprang up. He had been kneeling on the floor, building a house of cards in the pristine emptiness of the living room you had just cleaned. The house collapsed with a sigh.

“I’ve got to leave,” you groaned, lifting your baby daughter Jasmine into your arms. “Hey Jazzy, have you ever been to a board meeting before?”

The baby giggled.

Kai stepped forward, running his hands through his disheveled hair. “Hey, I can take her!” He frowned. “It’s not like I’ve never looked after Jazz.” He paused, his face falling blank. “Actually… you have never asked me to look after Jazz. How come?”

Your heart rate was increasing just hearing his words. Everything came into sharp focus. Kai’s odd combination of Hawaiian shorts, a silk shirt and flip-flops. The cigarette butts still smouldering in the ashtray on the balcony he thought you didn’t know about.

The sound of your phone alarm, titled, LEAVE THE HOUSE BITCH, began to buzz like an angry wasp in your ear.

“Um, yes, sweetie, of course I want you to look after Jasmine, it’s just-“ you scrambled for a lie. “You’re… too… busy! I don’t want to get the way of your fancy actor work!”

He frowned. “But baby, you know shooting hasn’t started yet.”

You needed a better excuse. “But your lines. You have to learn them. I would rather than die than keep you away from your lines.”

You could almost hear the drone of the station announcer: “Last call for the 8:05 train. Last call…”

Kai grinned in disbelief. “You’re saying I can’t look after Jazz… because I have to read a script?” He frowned. “Do you not trust me to look after our daughter?”

“Oh, Kai.” You squeezed your temples. “I don’t have time for this. Fine You want the truth?. No, I don’t trust you with my child.”

“Our child.” Kai scoffed. “And you can’t say that! How could you?”

You gestured to the pigsty that was the apartment. “You’re irresponsible. You’re untidy. You’re out partying every night-“

You were about to say more, but you stopped yourself. Some things were too true to say. Everybody deserved a few lies to cling onto.

Kai sighed, and you hated how well he knew you. “Go on. Say what you’re thinking.”

You sighed. “Oh… and acting is not a real job!”

Kai bit his lip, pain flashing over his handsome features. “So, what was your big plan? Keep her from me for the next eighteen years?

You tried to deny it, but fell silent when you saw the pain in his eyes. “N-not eighteen. Maybe… ten.”

And suddenly, you felt like an awful person. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You- you’re a great father, you just… don’t have the skills yet to look after her. The knowledge.”

Kai sighed. His voice was very quiet. “I know that she naps between eleven and one. I know that Fuzzy is her favourite toy. I know that she can’t sleep on her tummy, or drink cow’s milk, or have too many baths.”

“How did you…” you started. “I read those parenting books that you aways leave lying around,” Kai said, crossing his arms.

You stepped towards him, smoothing your hands over his face. “I had no idea…”

You pressed your lips to his, and in the shape of his firm body, his scent, you almost lost yourself.

Kai gently pulled away, crooning, “Go. As much as I’d like you to stay, your genius is needed at a board meeting. I’ve got her.”

You smiled, picking up your bags. “Okay. But I am FaceTiming you in an hour. Every hour, actually.”

Kai grinned, that lopsided grin that made you giddy when you were still nineteen and an extra on some unknown TV show. You may have given up on acting, but you never gave up on the boy of your dreams.

You left a little piece of your heart with Kai and Jasmine, then shrugged on your blazer and stepped out into the brightening morning light.

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 6 months

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Befriending a Galvan HCs

-They live on your shoulder now, deal with it. With their brains and your... tallness there's nothing the two of you can't accomplish! Will whisper the hottest intergalactic gossip into your ear.

-If they get into an argument they do expect you to hold them either at eye height or high over the person they are arguing with.

-Your home is their secondary lab now. They have set up a whole thing in the corner of your living room and you are pretty sure not everything they do is completely legal but you ain't gonna tell anyone.

-Randomly tinkers with your stuff without asking. On one hand you now have unlimited internet and wifi on your phone but its also kinda sentient now? Does it have rights now? Do you need to pay it a salary?

-Constantly trolls you about how involved Galvans have been with Earth's history. Oh, didn't you know? The first computer was a Galvan's child's school project. Atlantis existed, then some Galvan just decided to take it as a souvenir. ET was based on a true story but he was actually a Galvan. You never know when they're telling the truth.

-Sometimes not so subtly flexes their intelligence over you. They just want to be admired and praised. Tries however not to sound condescending because they genuinely care about you and think you're smart in your own way.

-Never mention that you are looking for someone to settle down with because your friend will create a complex algorithm that scours not only all the dating apps on Earth but also every single one in the known universe to find you the perfect match.

-"What do you think about this guy? He's an interplanetary warlord looking for someone that likes long walks in the forest, smooth jazz and vanquishing your shared enemies with the fury and passion of a thousand suns. Plus, he's filthy rich and kind of a DILF."

-You're not sure but you think they might have been secretly dosing you with something that will make you age slower. They just don't want to see their best friend die ok :(

#ben 10 #imagine #headcanons

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beemochi-art · 1 month

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random question but how would your au react to the bayverse movies?

My version of Optimus was very much inspired off of bayverse Optimus. With the whole emperor/leader of Cybertron. But I think the way my Optimus would react would probably be very different in some situations. I think my version of Optimus would be more sad in some cases. Especially the whole we can make you now thing. (Bay Optimus was sad too don’t get me wrong.) Honestly I think my Op would have taken more consideration of what would happen to cybertronian remains.

Optimus like Bay Op would also be disheartening by the governments choice how how they are treating his people. But the humans in the bayverse, you have to admit, are some ride or die mfs. Optimus would be very attached, even if they are really really stupid.

(Honestly the human girls in the bay movies are better then the main dude characters.)

Bee would be horrified that this version can’t talk. My version of bumblebee would be very mortified and disgusted by the autobots fighting style. He’s a pacifist.

Jazz: “ I GET RIPPED IN HALF??

Crosshairs and Scavenger are very similar.

Elita to bay Op: “the fuck in wrong with you??”

Honestly I think the girls I have in my au would be better at smoothing over situations. Elita and Chromia being really essential to helping things not get out of hand. Honestly bayverse needs a women’s touch.

Both my Megatron and bay Megatron would try to kill each other.

My au of Megatron would never work with a Prime (working with sentinel is a big no no. Not even the Fallen) or humans (megatron doesn’t even speak English. Does know it, just refuses to speak it)

#transformers #I hope I answered this question right #asks #transformers bayverse #bayverse #transformers au #as garbage as the bay movies are! I still love them

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presidentbungus · 4 months

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Sniper ask! I headcanon him being entirely tone-deaf, and therefore he cannot carry a single tune. He tries to sing and people throw things at him to make him stop.

Your writing is really good and I do a little celebratory dance inside my head every time I read it. I live for your demo thoughts. Very excited to see your posts.

sniper is a strange, unholy mix of “guy who literally lives for music” and “guy who is physically incapable of holding a tune on a seemingly impossible scale”. every moment of his life he can manage he fills with jazz and smooth rock, and often on missions he’ll go in harder places with worse sightlines than he needs to just so he can sit there with a radio and listen to a little something while he shoots (the pocket radio he got from engie one smissmass is still one of his most prized possessions, and he never goes anywhere without it and a small pile of batteries); the saxophone was a result of a middle school spent in band, which he justifiably quit for being just too bad at, though he still pulls it out constantly just to fiddle around and improvise on, which isn’t much better than his singing but it is better.

it’s one of his great tragedies, that humming any tune he knows, singing along to anything, is sour and unpleasant and, the worst of all, completely incomprehensible as music to anyone else, because his head is always filled with song and he just can never figure out how to translate that to sound in real time. his dancing suffers equally from his complete lack of rhythm and coordination but he has no qualms with that, at least, because no matter how much he looks like a twitching, rabies-infested dog unconsciously waving its arms around on the dance floor he still finds it one of life’s greatest pleasures, along with long afternoons spent in the brush and shooting people until they die. he makes it work

#thank you for your very kind comments I read this ask like 11 times today #tf2 sniper #tf2 #bungus headcanons #thanks for the ask!

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inejschumacher · 5 months

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Day 1 of Via’s Taycember

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader

wc: 754

cw: sex, angst, slight begging, alcohol

an: finally publishing these oops (totally not a week late)

The jazz music seemed to follow you throughout the city. Down every numbered street, through the bright lights of Times Square and the soft glow of Central Park, the tune never escapes your mind.

We were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work. Remember how I said I'd die for you? We were stupid to jump in the ocean separating us

How could it? After that fateful night three nights ago, when everything seemed to be going so well, hands all over each other and whispering praises onto each other’s skin. Until you realized just how crazy it was to think that you and Lewis could work out.

Lewis caressed your warm face as you moaned softly and kissed you with a desperate urgency, picking up his pace.

There was something in his deep brown eyes that seemed to simply love, and brought out the words buried deep in your own.

“I would die for you, Lewis.”

Time seemed to stop for the both of you; Lewis stopped thrusting and you stopped panting.

And I can't talk to you when you're like this, staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town; I'm New York City

He’d pulled out slowly in a haze, reaching for his boxers before he looked out the window at the New York skyline. You hadn’t stopped him, what would it have accomplished? When Lewis's eyes lost that intimate love, growing as distant as the sprawling city before him, what were you to do? You’d already flown here to join him, watch as his eyes never left you as you disembarked the aircraft, as you rode through the busy streets, as you feasted on the fanciful dinner, as you tore each other’s clothes off and kissed and kissed and moaned and pleasured. But you knew it wasn't to last in such a way, as the moment it seemed that Lewis would rather look at some other town, it would be better to end it all.

It was, however, quite the irony that it was New York he was looking out at, the moonlight reflecting off his smooth skin. Because he'd always said you carried the same liveliness, the same aura as the city that never slept.

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith

Three nights and not a single word from either of you. The road you were walking on was rough, unlike the smooth pavements of Central Park, and had it not been the same one you walked over and over and over again you might have stumbled. Might have even gotten lost. But you knew where you were going. You knew what would lie at the end of this journey. Blind faith was all you needed. But your path with Lewis… was it really that different? It was new, it was rough, but you both knew what you were doing. You both were in control of what lay ahead, you just needed that pure faith in each other.

But we might just get away with it —religion's in your lips— even if it's a false god

He stood in your doorway, seemingly alright in the cold in his long black coat. You faltered in your step, but unlocked your door, gesturing for him to go in.

Soft words, gentle touches, it was so easy to forgive when you were given exactly what you needed. It was even more freeing when it was genuine, when his kiss begged for forgiveness, for his conscience, for not pleasuring you until you were finished.

The altar is my hips; even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love. I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me

He kneeled in front of you, running his hands over the expanse of your hips, feeling every dip, kissing down stretch mark; the only Heaven on Earth was your bedroom.

The pleading in his eyes looking up at you had long ago given way to relief and determination as he sought to make you feel feathery light. When you looked down at him, hands running through his braids, his heart fluttered.

Honey hell is when I fight with you, but we can patch it up good: make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness. Got the wine for you

The red French wine brought a delicious aftertaste as you lay in bed in a cage of limbs, bedcovers a futile resort to retaining any dignity. He’d already begged for forgiveness through his touches and words, but the wine was more of a confession.

I love you, it seemed to say. I will last as long as you desire me.

And you can't talk to me when I'm like this, daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you. You're the West Village, you still do it for me, babe

You’d forgotten it was a two-way street; when Lewis did you wrong, he couldn't reach you either. He’d give you the space you needed, but not long enough to make you believe he’d leave you. You and him were intertwined with each other, physically and spiritually. If you were New York, then he was the West Village, the best part inside of you.

Three days of Hell. It didn’t seem it, pushed so far deep into a chained-up piece of mind, but that flimsy patch was torn away by Lewis’s confessions. You had no idea how you’d survived like this, but now, in his arms, you were glad it was all over.

Even if it's a false god, still worship this love

#via’s taycember #lewis hamilton #taylor swift #formula 1 #formula 1 fanfic #lewis hamilton fanfic #lh44 #Mercedes #false god #Spotify #lewis hamilton x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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twistedroseytoesy · 1 year

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Hi! It's 🎵anon! Could I request Octavinelle with an s/o who uses music to influence emotions?

🎵 anon! It’s nice to see you again! And of course I can!!

this got so soft. Tooth-rotting fluff ahead!

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Some sort of magic was imbued into your voice as you came to NRC. you didn't discover this ability until later when the ghosts were calmed one rather loud night. With grims help and the insistence of Ace, you discovered many different songs could bring out different emotions. with rock bringing rage, excitement, and energy. to lullabies putting people to sleep immediately. Pop brings out a joyful childishness, and country music makes everyone have an accent for a bit. It might not be the best of magical abilities, but it has definitely come in handy when dealing with the emotionally constipated mess of the NRC school of troublemakers.

Octavinelle

Azul: It was complicated at first, and the events of book 3 go very similarly to the little mermaid, he steals your voice and the amazing power it contains that has never been seen or heard of before, he HAD to have it, you understand right? After the overblot incident, he wanted to hear you sing but was ashamed of how selfish he was for stealing it from you. Over time you two become friends and start to date, your songs pulling him like a siren's call to the deep. This man is putty in your hands and would die for you if you asked. At the end of the day, you two harmonize together, singing gentle and calming songs to wind down from the day's usual chaos and antics. When he hears your voice he leaves his work immediately. begged Asked you to sing for the lounge on weekends, it would bring in revenue and help build up your confidence! and he would be able to hear your voice that much more he loves it so much please. Happily basks in whatever music you sing, and shares what he feels for you. Your songs pulled him out of his shell that much more and he loves you so much for it.

His favorite songs to hear from you are love songs, inspirational music, and hymns.

Jade: Oya~ was the first to discover your unique ability when he was foraging for mushrooms near ramshackle, you were singing pop music from home and Jade could feel a sort of unnatural giddiness in his heart as he listened. Got some information from the first years about it. He cornered asked you if you would be alright with experimenting on your unique ability with him. At first, it was all business and curiosity about your ability, but as the weeks went by he found himself growing fond of your vocal abilities and how excited you were that you had some form of music. You bring out deeper emotions that Jade is not used to (I headcanon that jade is a sociopath, who doesn't feel emotions much). He starts to do smaller sessions with you and even joins in on your singing, even confessing his love for you through a song you introduced to him. You sing songs of nature and joy as you both hunt and forage in the mountain lovers club. He has hearts in his eyes as you sing and examine a mushroom, took a photo, and has it saved as his wallpaper. supported the idea of you singing in the lounge, he would happily accompany you on the stage if you're shy about it. Come now darling~ won't you sing for him?

Jade's favorite types of songs to hear from you are little jingles (they make him chuckle), love songs, any nature-themed songs, and smooth jazz.

Floyd: Calles you "humpback whale" they are known most often as the singing whale species. He finds it fitting for your nice voice and how it reaches and affects things and people around you. He LOVES to hear you sing and usually tries to sing along with you if he knows the song. Happily listens to you if it's a softer song. Recorded you singing a lullaby from the coral sea, he can't fall asleep without hearing it now. Loves to give you song ideas and will hype you to sing if you're shy about your abilities. He even starts to work on bettering his singing to see if he can have any effect on you like you do so much with him. If anyone dares to say anything negative against your voice you'll never see them again, or at least you won't see them out of a wheelchair. Happily pushes the idea of you singing in the lounge along with jade and Azul, just so he can hear you sing as he works.

His favorite songs you sing are pop, rock, and children's songs.

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cannibalcaprine · 2 years

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random game mechanic idea for an RPG im never gonna make

establish a death leitmotif, have it first appear in a scripted death in a prologue sequence, big fakeout death in-battle that appears to be the same as the one you'll see in the rest of the game

im talking, a level 5 difficulty enemy at a level 1 difficulty player character

death menu is pretty typical, a "you died!" screen with the death motif in its purist and two options, quit or restart from last save point

make the death leitmotif appear in as an area theme halfway through, the "abyss" in the hero's journey

hide what seems to be a scrapped item in a hidden room, room appears in a door that'll only appear in a certain hallway 3/10 times, roll digital d10 every time the player enters the room

scrapped item disappears when the player picks it up, doesn't appear in inventory and has no chime

this item is a check for a bit in the death menu to enable a third option, roll the digital d10 again to see if it'll appear when you die, labelled "challenge"

death itself shows up and accepts your challenge, raggedy shroud and scythe and all

depending on the scale of difficulty of the enemy you died too, a different game will appear

level 1 enemies, your goombas and whatnot, a game of rock-paper-scissors

level 2 enemies, stronger enemies that'll still appear in the overworld, a game of tic-tac-toe

level 3 enemies, minibosses that'll appear later on as regular enemies, a game of hangman

level 4 enemies, unique minibosses, a game of checkers

level 5 enemies, end-of-area bosses, the classic game of chess

level 6 enemies, final plot bosses, a simple game of chance: roll 2d6, if you get a 7, then your pass

if you win the game, you and your party respawns with half your health and mana back with the boss's hp remaining the same that you died at

to avoid potential exploitation, ramp up the ai each time you challenge death until it reaches a certain threshold and resets

death leitmotif plays in a smooth background jazz cover as the games go on

#rpg #game ideas

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 11 months

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tuesday again 5/30/2023

all you can see is my hand over the back of the couch as i give a limp wrist flick of acknowledgement and point you toward the post ↓

listening

Smooth Jazz by GUPPY, a selfdescribed comedic punk band that makes secular guitar music with bedroom-pop overtones. said to myself out loud on my walk "this sounds gay" and whaddya know they are.

I’m listening to smooth jazz In the parking lot outside of Joann’s Fabrics & Crafts And I’m feeling like a dumb spazz Because my mind is moving way too fast

i have had this exact experience at multiple joanns. the last bit of the song has been on loop in my head since uhh thursday when i was catching up with my spot/ify weekly recommended list. the tired, slightly ironic last-number-in-the-musical performance is really doing it for me

Jazz, baby! That’s just jazz, baby That’s just jazz That’s just jazz, baby In my brain, baby So give me a lobotomy

reading

raymond chandler's the long goodbye.

this book destroyed me. there is some BREATHTAKING racism even for 1953. it's one of the cruelest things ive ever read. it's a sucking chest wound of a book. i'm going to think about it for the rest of my life.

i'm not able to talk about chandler novels objectively.

i am partially grieving the incredibly fucked up shit that happens to marlowe in this book (i have no fucking clue how you even go on after that, but he does) and partially grieving that this is the last full novel and there aren't any more. i know the unfinished poodle springs was finished after chandler's death but! i do not care.

watching

One-Eyed Jacks (1961, dir. Brando). widely available for free, pluto had the nicest copy but ads that weren't blockable. this is a film where the production is as much of a story as the actual film.

i don't actually know if i enjoyed this film or had a good time watching it. i don't know that i ever need to see it more than once.

it is artistically distinct, and i genuinely mean that as a compliment. it is a rare western-that-doesn’t-have-to-be-a-western, and such a weird artifact of a particular guy's career in a particular time.

surprisingly, this is a pretty okay western to watch if you happen to be a woman. katy jurado and pina pellicier are acting their GODDAMN hearts out. despite itself, the movie paints a very good portrait of a mother-daughter relationship and some goodass parenting. women make mistakes and don't die about it. nobody gets raped!!! the absolute lowest bar a western can possibly have. as a quick sidebar, it's not that i think movies should never address rape, it's that westerns always address it in a way that makes my stomach turn.

it is a slow-burning revenge that mostly takes place on a beach, but it also takes you in great uneven hurtling lurches toward its finale. it wants to have things to say about lies, revenge, and storytelling but cannot help but give itself a certain kind of ending. it can only push so far. it is fascinatingly earnest, horny, and earnest about being horny.

playing

grim fandango remastered (2015, originally 1998) by double fine. the EPIC tale of CRIME and CORRUPTION in the LAND OF THE DEAD!!! critically acclaimed, what we would now call Mexican Gothic i think, but billed itself as a Aztec-inspired noir.

technical details: i am not totally impressed by this remaster bc it still looks pretty fucking janky in parts (things clipping through other things, heavily pixelated stuff despite being on the highest quality settings, etc)

why i bounced off: i did not play video games growing up, and have not played many point-and-click games. despite this i do like walking simulators (the modern successor to point-and-click) and visual novels. i think bc i do not have the point-and-click background and am not playing this through nostalgia-tinted glasses for 1998, four years after i was born, the way the design team of this game expect the general population to solve problems and the way i personally solve problems are severely mismatched. i have spent about ten hours playing this game (in four acts) getting to about halfway through the third act, and i would say about half that time has been looking for/at guides or making up lost progress bc i didn't save. this is a tremendously frustrating way to spend free time.

what i did love: however, it does Look. i ADORE this tile and want it in my home. in a cutscene in this little automat there are not one not two not three but FOUR reflective surfaces. they're not real-time, of course, but i did say "what the FUCK" out loud. it's also hysterically fucking funny! many short sharp barks of laughter! i am greatly amused at how a game about skeletons invented permadeath! both the writing and the voice performances are so fucking top notch. i understand why this is a beloved classic and im glad a remastered edition exists in the world, but i do not anticipate finishing this game bc i don't get a lot of joy out of having to closely follow a guide to progress.

how i found this: it was free on GOG several years ago, i wanted to play something this weekend that was compatible with lying down on the couch and used a maximum of one finger for the controls.

making

i cannot show any of the extremely doxxable embroidery samples that will zhuzh up this cardigan for a work event in mid-june, but i can show how i tacked the buttonband down. this is somewhat indifferent stitch spacing but it stays down and is invisible at a distance from the right side, and that's what matters. gotta de-pill this also but that's a bit boring for a tuesdaypost

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Bandcamp

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normally-o-a-k · 1 year

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Hey look a fanfiction

Scam/Jodie

Friends to lovers, multi chapter, hurt/comfort?, no beta we die like Glenn, idk what to tag this I’ve never written fic before lmao, spoilers kinda?

Rating: still Teen so far?

Chap 3/?

Previous chapter:

It was dark, uncomfortably so, and some part of him in the back of his head knew he was somewhere in the forgotten realms. Jodie reaches out, relieved when his hand hits a stone wall.

The lights flick on illuminating a long hallway. He’s been here before… the well in the middle of the hallway was gone and a door sits open under the portrait of the library and Scam at the end of the hallway. He hesitates before stepping forward, this was potentially a very bad situation, he’d followed Scam home uninvited after all.

The door creaked loudly and set Jodie further on edge as he stepped through into a room he’d never seen before. Long windows that showed scenery that didn’t make sense or carry over to the next, a fireplace filled with an unsettling green fire, with several mall katana on display over the mantle and a single empty armchair with a high back, sitting in the far corner and surrounded by a pile of books and manga.

It was eerily quiet for a space that belongs to Scam and Jodie felt himself wishing he’d stayed in the hallway. Jodie crosses the room and in a bid to break the silence flips through a stack of vinyl records on a shelf. Almost the second he touches an old Wham! Record music starts to play in another room. Smooth Jazz drifts into the room through a previously unseen doorway. He doesn’t hesitate this time, pushing the new door open and stepping in. Into the exact same room. He crossed the room and pushes open another door and it’s exactly the same again, this time the colors completely reversed themselves. Again and again he was starting to lose track of how many of the same room he rushed through. He shoves open another door.

“Just come out! I know you know I’m here.”

The floor shifts beneath Jodie’s feet and he reaches for the door he just stepped through but it’s gone. The music gets louder as Jodie looses his footing, falling onto his back. His instincts had been completely right, he was in danger.

He takes a second before getting to his knees and trying to find balance on a floor he couldn’t even see. Without warning the lights flick on in this room too and the floor seems to instantly level out, no longer feeling like something pliant. “Hey! can you stop messing around?!”

When it’s no longer too bright to see he realizes he’s in something that looks like it could be a banquet hall, kneeling on the floor next to a table. He sighs and uses the edge of the table to pull himself to his feet, still feeling a bit dizzy. To his relief the Jazz music had settled to a quiet tinny sounding background noise, not unlike that of an elevator.

“Well well well~ and Here I thought I’d outstayed my welcome!” Scam sits halfway across the room, his all too wide grin seeming to spread even further than before, his mustache curling to match the edges of his smile. He watches Jodie, unblinkingly and takes a sip of tea from a cup he’d seemingly gotten from no where. “I didn’t expect you to come after me~”

“I had honestly thought you were going to trap me in some maze of endless rooms…” Jodie let’s out a relieved sigh and takes a few steps towards Scam.

“Ohhh believe me, I was going to~” Scam takes a sip of tea again and Jodie, despite having taken steps closer seems exactly the same distance away as when he started. “You do know I can’t be trusted don’t you?~”

“Look…” he tries moving closer again, closing zero distance, he frowns. “Oh come on…!” He was getting frustrated now “Who’s fault is that? Not everything is a game! Some things should just be off limits, you keep messing with peoples’ heads and getting surprised when no one likes you!” The words taste sour on his tongue and he regrets it the second he says it.

“And here I’d mistakenly assumed I was a lovable scamp~!” Something wraps around Jodie’s ankle and before he has time to react he’s tipping forward, landing face first on the soft carpet in the front hallway. Scam’s disembodied voice echoing from somewhere unseen.

“You’re free to leave!~ do go ahead and let many doors hit you on the way out!”

Jodie pulls his ankle free, a black tentacle retreating into the floor. “I’m not leaving.” He stomps down the hallway, back towards the door under the portrait.

“Oh but you are~” the door in front of Jodie opens to the outside.

Jodie slams it shut and heads down the hall in the opposite direction, but when he does, the hall spins and leaves him facing the door to the outside again.

“I said I’m not leaving!” He sits in the center of the floor.

Scam’s voice rings out shriller and angrier than before “visiting hours are OVER~!” The hallway starts to tilt.

Jodie grabs the carpet, sharp nails digging into the fibers to hold steady “I didn’t mean it!” Flames start licking up his arms, his wings spreading incase the hallway turns entirely vertical.

The hallway stops tilting.

That worked?

“Some people….” Jodie makes a face “think you are a ‘lovable scamp’ okay? Not everyone dislikes you”

Jodie waits an uncomfortable amount to time in silence just gripping the carpeting.

“Okay fine! I… ” He blushes. “Think you’re kind of…. You know…. A lovable scamp”

The hallway tilts back fast, going completely horizontal and Jodie gets a face full of carpet again. He slowly gets to his feet and brushes a bit of carpet fiber out of his mouth. The door leading to the maze of rooms opening up again on its own.

Dreading another endless loop of what could only be described as a cursed sitting room, he hesitantly steps in.

To Jodie’s immense relief the room was slightly different. The jazz was still playing softly and the original furnishings reminded but there were now two couches sitting opposite each other added to the rest of the rooms odd decor. Most importantly though, Scam himself was now sitting in on one of them or rather lounging on his side.

Jodie walks around the opposite couch and sits down “I shouldn’t have said it. I’m….sorry”

“Ohhh? I appreciate a good apology as much as the next fella for sure! Especially one you came to all on your own~” he tilts his head “Do you want to repeat what you said in the hall though Jodie?~ “ he rolls onto his stomach supporting his head with his hands and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl. “Something about finding me lovable?~ perhaps even the most lovable scamp you’ve ever met? Maybe you find my jokes and japes irresistibly charming~? ”

Jodie doesn’t make eye contact, Feeling incredibly put on the spot. Does he say it again? Clearly Scam was going to make fun of him if he did, he wasn’t about to go and out himself just to get made fun of…he had a better idea.

“You like games right?”

Scam’s eyes practically light up “what was the biggest hint?”

Jodie smirks “Truth or Dare?”

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads spoilers #dnd dads #dndads s2 #dnddads #dndads season 2 #dndads fanfic #dungeons and daddies fan fiction #scamster #scodie #scam/jodie #scam actually #scam likely #jodie foster #jodie/scam

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unbindingkerberos · 1 year

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Pouring Your Heart Out

Featuring: Amarice "Patriot" Locke and @poisonedtruth 's Kentaro "Icarus" Hawkins

Words: 948

Author's Note: First time I've wrote a fic with someone else's OC. Sorry if it feels too ooc TvT.

Tags: @unpetitoiseau @children-of-epiales @chadillacboseman @shegetsburned @infinitewhore @linoleum-ice

The door opens and Amarice's ears are greeted by the lively rhythm of jazz. She bites her lower lip as she examines the area, noting the huge contrast of the stark, sterile facility to the warm, homely tones of the bar. It was a sight and Amarice nodded in approval to some of the furniture. She compliments the taste of furniture and eyes the intricate details of the flooring and ceiling.

A spectacled man, presumably the bartender, polishes the mahogany counter with graceful and precise movements. She looks around and realises that she and the bartender were the only ones around. Guess nobody is in the mood for celebrating. For good reason. Amarice approaches the counter, pulling a stool for her to sit and dropping her duffle bag right next to her. The man stops the chore and glances up to meet her tired gaze, a smile on his lips.

"I believe you're the new operator, right?" Amarice nods quietly. "I'm here to celebrate." She looks behind the bartender, the lined liquor catching her eyes. "Have any recommendations?" The man lights up. "Just a moment." He returns with a bottle of champagne and a fluke-- lute-- flute glass (a glass is glass!). Setting the glass on top of the coaster, the man pours the beverage; the goldenrod liquid filling the glass to the brim. Amarice gives him a meek smile, before downing the liquid with one gulp.

Her tongue had never been graced with such delectable flavors. She had been so used to the rough and bitter texture of beer and the intense warmth of whisky, that her palate was overwhelmed by the smoothness of the champagne.

"Do you want a refill?" Amarice shakes her hand. "No.." Her fingers tap the surface of the mahogany countertop. "Do you mind if I stay here for a while?" The bartender chuckles, that smile still plastered on his face. "Sure, I see no problem with that."

Amarice watches the man do various chores with little interest. She returns her gaze at the empty flute glass, her reflection staring back at her. I look like shit. She wraps her fingers around the neck, tilting the glass in various angles-- her reflection warping. She lets out a heavy sigh.

"Do you feel like the world just picks someone to hate on for no reason?"

The man had just finished adding a glass to the rack when she asked. He turns, face confused. "What do you mean?" Amarice shrugs, setting down the glass. "I've joined the military to avenge my dead brother and sisters who were killed during a White Mask operation--" She still remembers their faces-- devoid of a life that once shone in bright eyes. How pale their bodies were and how her mother wailed as their coffins were lowered to the ground --"but most importantly, I've joined to make sure no one's brothers or sisters, mothers or fathers or children die-- to make the world a better place."

She clenches her fists. "But all I get in return is a dead son, a divorce and the death of my friend." They're tight now-- painfully tight her fists are. "And now," her voice croaks, "now Henry too." Tears sting her eyes as she keeps them at bay. She remembered how hesitant she felt when Henry brought it up-- joining the military. She voiced out her concerns-- her fears. But she let him. How could she? She should've done more. Amarice feels even more guilty considering she made him like this. They fed on each other's self pity and Amarice projected all her anguish onto him.

(With wide eyes, Henry made no move to resist as Amarice latched her hands on his shoulders-- shaking the boy. "Promise me!" She spat, the stench of alcohol ever present on her breath, "promise you'll never show kindness to people who don't deserve them! They deserve to die, child! If you wanna live in this world without any evil in it, you gotta snuff it out! No matter the cost!"

She cries harder.

"Promise me… Nat… I can't lose you again…"

She feels a warmth on top of her hand and she gasps. "Don't worry, ma'am." Henry lifts his eyes to meet her.

"I promise.")

A tear falls to her cheek.

"Am I going to lose another son?"

It was deathly silent as a tense ambience began building up. The jazz music made no effect nor changed and did little to no help to lighten up the mood. "Did everything I've ever done mattered?" She feels a hand on her shoulder. "You carry a heavy burden with you-- the weight of the world seemingly on your shoulders." Amarice meets the comforting eyes of the bartender, a warmthness that Amarice can't quite describe. "But it doesn't have to be that way. You could ask someone to help you carry it." Amarice scoffs, breaking eye contact, gritting her teeth. She had opened enough wounds already from this conversation and to ask someone to "help her carry the weight" is something she cannot allow. She doesn't want to become a burden; an additional weight to their list of problems. After all, they'd leave. They all do.

She suddenly stands and reaches to collect her duffle bag. "Thank you for the drink." She turns to leave-- "My door is always open if you want to talk.." Amarice stops in her tracks. His insistence is annoying yet admirable. She's close to the door, she could just leave right away and forget that the conversation happened. But for some reason…

"I'll be seeing you around--"

"Kentaro."

"I'll be seeing you around, Kentaro."

And she leaves not even bothering to say her name back.

#rainbow six siege #rainbow six oc #r6 oc #r6 oc patriot #amarice patriot locke #r6 oc icarus #kentaro icarus hawkins

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madamemedic · 1 year

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Caged Songbird (Prologue)

(Hello, I know some of you have seen this already, but I needed to restart this because I let it die, which is not good enough. Plus, with Grammarly's help, it will be better. So enjoy.)

Music drifts through the air as the smooth jazz band plays on stage. The cigar and cigarette smoke smell are thick, so thick you could almost see it. On the stage is the band playing, their bodies swaying softly with the music. The crowd is mostly talking amongst themselves. With a few breaks here and there to either smoke more or drink their choice of poison.

Today was packed as usual. Why? Well, of course, for the star performer of course. They say she only comes out at midnight. If you miss her, tough luck. You'd have to wait until the next day and hope you got a chance to see her then. They say her voice is soft yet firm and can hold anybody's attention. Her name is unknown, well, her real name anyway. Her stage name is Songbird. Every performance she gave only led to more people coming into the bar, and the more people came in, the more money came too. They say that if you carefully listen to her songs, you can hear the sound of a broken soul. Her songs of pain only to be played off as entertainment for the masses. Not that anybody cared. They just came to get drunk and listen to good music; they didn't care about the performer. Only that she sounds sounded good, and they were drinking.

(Your POV) I glance at my reflection. Same old, same old. Sing and collect payment to keep the boss happy. I never thought my life would end up being like this. Sure I used to sing at the events, but that was just for fun, and that was it. Now it's a job, and I'm expected to do just as good, no. Even better than the last performance. Every single damn day. Sure, I still enjoy singing but not as much as I used to. It's becoming more of a chore than a hobby. To be perfectly honest. Closing my eyes, I remember the days when I used to sing for the fun of it. I remember my old job with fondness. I used to be a detective… well, more like a detective assistant. Well, I was a damn good one at that too. But then, it went horribly wrong. Unpleasant memories fill my mind. The gunshot, the murders and…

"Next on stage is the Songbird" I almost didn't hear it over my rapid thoughts. Then, almost distinctively, my hand wanders over my stomach. The sound of two men struggling is loud but not as loud as the gunshot that goes off. I feel my ears ringing, blood pouring from me. I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm going to die. I'M GOING TO DIE. I feel myself starting to panic; I don't want to die. I had so much to do and so many places to see.

"It's show time, my dearest songbird" A hand is on my shoulder as I jump in shock. Yes. It's showtime. No time to worry about the past.

"Yes, Thank you, Sir" The words felt foreign, almost as if they didn't come out of my mouth. Almost. I hear a chuckle from a distance as the hairs on my neck stand. Today was just another day, just another day of being a caged songbird.

[Author Note: This is roughly after Who Killed Markiplier. This will go into A.U. territory, and I hope it will include other egos, not just Mark's. I am remastering this because I worked too hard to let this die in my head, so expect more updates on this]

#darkiplier x reader #mark iplier x reader #Damien x reader #wkm au #wkm fanfiction

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gojo-mojo · 2 years

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Random Shoko HCs

Takes depression naps under the morgue tables

Always has cigarettes and a flask (full of high proof liquor) on her

Is Done With Your Shit™️

Doesn’t remember 1/2 of what she says (not in an awww uwu way, but an “uh maybe you should see a psychiatrist” way)

Constantly falls downstairs

Flirts by asking a persons Top 5 Ways to Die

Has a medical kink

Thinks being dissected alive would be hot

Never sleeps

Is Gojo’s sleep paralysis demon

Can’t sit normally, has to have at least one foot up

Is listening to the exact type of music you think she does, or the complete opposite (there’s a 50/50 she’s listening to smooth jazz, hyperpop, or goth rock, yes that math checks out)

Can’t do math

Says her brain is run by a colony of lizards addicted to meth and that she’s just a human flesh gundam

Thinks morals are cool but doesn’t have any

Major god complex, literally thinks she can’t die (much to her disappointment)

Secretly kins Dr Doofenshmirtz from Phineas and Ferb but in like an ironic Nihilistic way

Favorite insult is calling someone a flesh-wad

#Shoko #ieri shoko #shoko ieiri #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #i def kin Shoko it’s fine #my brother def doesn’t cal me Shoko #and have my contact in his phone as Shoko

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blue-kyber · 2 years

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I sent this to someone a while ago and they said they wanted to read the book it's from. I cried.

Now wasn’t the time to lose focus.

“I gotta clear my head,” Yune deftly selected a song from the ship’s music library.

The easy, laid back instrumental beat through the cockpit’s speakers was the last thing anyone on board expected to hear.

"Is that...smooth jazz?” The sudden shift took Will off guard.

"Vibe. It helps me concentrate.”

"In the middle of a dog fight?!" Selka yelled so loudly he didn’t need the internal com.

"Do you want to die?" he gripped the controls, weaving the ship along a knotted path through the starfighters.

“You never did that before.”

“I picked it up from another salvager. That old T’quin was a walking ball of anxiety.”

"...You're the weirdest man I've ever met."

"I'll take that as the insult it's meant to be."

Tag list: @muddshadow @cedar-west @athenixrose @penspiration-writing @runningoutofbooks @tobiornottobithatisthequestion @roll-top-writing @subject-2-change @dreaming-in-seams @mismatchingart @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @thewriteflame @writingventriloquist @ren-c-leyn @asher-orion-writes @aninkwellofnectar @winterandwords @raevenlywrites @nanashi23 @athenaannarose

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cassyapper · 2 years

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What are your thoughts on each JoJo opening? I'm asking bc I'm so hyped for the second stone ocean op

oh god anon you've opened the gates of hell this might get long

um to make a long story short: while i have my preferences for the music by itself, i do appreciate and respect all the openings to some degree. as for the visuals, i think they're almost all fucking brilliant and some in particular just make me completely insane (we'll get to that)

as for specifics:

sono chi no sadame

musically: I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE TOMMY I LOVE THE JAZZ I LOVE THE FULL FUCKING ORCHESTRA IN THIS SONG I LOVEEEE THE MODERN GUITARS I LOVE THE CHORUS SO MUCH. THIS SONG IS THE FIRST THING I LOVED ABOUT JOJO. the way it escalates and decelerates GOD. this song is a fucking experience. it's so fucking perfect im not even kidding. "JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOJO" lives in my fucking soul that shit echoed in my chest cavity and landed right the fuck in my heart and it never left.

visually: SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD. NOTHING WILL EVER FUCKING BEAT THE BEGINNING WHERE THE FUTURE MAIN-VERSE JOJOS ARE FEATURED AND THEN IT SLAMS INTO THE TITLE AND THEN JONATHANNNNNNNNNNNN OH MY FUCKING GOD. AND HE IS SMILING.... the "animated manga" look for this intro came together so so so fucking well with all the panels and i love the homage paid to the og colors (like when erina had brown hair) just UEHHGHH.. it's so fucking good. also jonathan running up the stairs toward DIOOOOOO AND HOW IT'S REFERENCES WHEN JOTARO MAKES IT UP THE STAIRS IN THE END OF THE WORLD OP GOUGHOHUGHJF;JNJNJWJJ;NJNJNJNJKSENDNKSN;KDN;KS;NJDJNJDJD im actually gonna cry shut the hell up. oh my god

2. bloody stream

musically: literally could not be more perfect. coda has such a gorgeous and unique voice and it fits the blatant modern jazz of this intro SOOOOOOOO well fuck. such a good texture to it. the instruments are swanky and smooth and funky just like joseph and just kjNJDNJFJ;DJ;J. god. oh my god. it's so good. i would literally kill a man to hear this song for the first time again

visually: STUNNING. not as much like symbolism? but the colors and movement are just so GORGEOUS. it comes together SO WELL FUCK. the intro's justice for joseph is so good and also references his og color palette (the purple). UGH IT'S SO GOOD. the bits of suzi and smokey are so cute and lisa lisa is so fucking pretty in this intro. AND CAESAR AND JOSEPH'S DYNAMIC REPRESENTED VISUALLY...IT CAME OUT SO PERFECTLY...also i really fucking love the part where joseph screams with caesar's headband. haunting. UGH. so good

3. stand proud

musically: in the words of my friend maddie, this intro is so naruto-esque, but god dammit it's still so fun. i love jin's voice and the echoes in the chorus i love how fucking Final it feels and i would KILL and DIE for that fucking guitar oh my god. WRRR WRRR WRR WRRRRRRRRRRRRR WRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. god. it makes me so fundamentally sad btw the beginning riff just ehcoes in my soul and frankly makes me want to sob. i want to cry. i want to cry so bad jotaro please. it's so supposed to be fun and hype and epic but it makes me so nostalgic and wistful and ache and i dont know if that was intentional on the muscians' part but god fucking dammit if it isn't at least a few points in their favor because good. LORD.

visually: NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING WILL EVER MAKE ME NEED TO EAT DRYWALL AS BAD AS THIS INTRO. except the next one but we'll get to that. oh my god where do i even begin. the movement. the colors. the camera work. oh my god all the spins in this intro make me feel so excited it's like im on a rollercoast or some shit. please and the SYMBOLISM FUUUUUUUUUUCK. the part where jotaro's kneeling down and all his family are above him on his shoulders I HAVE NOT FUCKING KNOWN PEACE SINCE THAT DAY. oh my god an all the shots of the crusaders using their stands FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. it's so good. it'sssnsj;n;wn;kw ;sm nj;

4. sono chi no kioku (the end of the world)

musically: i wasn't a fan when i first heard this intro but now OHHhhdu;djod. i think bringing together all the op singers so far for this song was fucking genius. it's sjksjn IT WAS FUCKING GENIUS. oh my god it makes me so ill. it reminds me that part 3 was originally going to be called heritage for the future like nothing else. fuck. AND THE MUSIC GOES SO HARD THE GUITARIST PUT THEIR ENTIRE PUSSY INTO THIS SONG AND IT CAME OUT SOOOO GOOD. the fucking violins btw too oh my god. THE DRUMS. such a great sense of foreboding. so good. and the harmonies of the singers are so good. oh the way they each sing "crusaaadeeeeeeerrsss" ohhhh oh

visually: NOTHING AND I MEAN NOTHING HAS RUINED ME LIKE THE VISUALS FOR THIS INTRO. the clock gears and pendulums everywhere. the sand. the colors. all of the crusaders fighting so hard. THE LINE UPSSSSSSSSSSSS oh my god when they were in a row during the "ha ha ha HA" part and then on the last ha it turned into their stands FUCK OH MY GOD. the ghosts of his family following jotaro around AGAIN. dio watching and waiting. .... tick tock.... oh my god. oh my god. i mentioned this earlier but jotaro making it to the top of the stairs where Jonathan couldn't FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK AND HOW IT . AND HOW IT. CAUSE JOTAOR INHEREITED JONATHAN'S BATTLE. SO LIKE. TEARS DOWN MY FACE. oh my god it was all perfect. do not get me fucking started on the scene where dio stops time and walks smugly past jotaro and IT NNSNKANSJKS;NJ;SNSDSNJSN AND HE TURNS AND GITHR SKJLSKJ ;S;JKSB;SKSK;S;NSJ ;KSBANA; ;im actually fucking isnane. ohbim sjks; toh j;ks sk; oh this intro has fucking ruined me

5. crazy noisy bizzare town

musically: SO FUCKING FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVED THE RETURN OF THE JAZZ I LOVE HOW IT'S A REFERENCE TO JOSUKE BEING JOSEPH'S SON. it comes together so well i enjoy it so much it bangs so hard I LOVE LISTENING TO THIS INTRO. it always makes me have such a smile on my face. fuck the horns and drums fit together so perfectly and the singer's smooth and calming voice is just so good. this is the song you listen to on the bus to wake yourself up and get optimistic and ready for the day. it's so GOOD. fuck. even the edm version is fun but nothing beats the og

visually: i really missed the 3d openings so i was really disappointed when i started part 4 and saw it switched to 2d intros. HOWEVER the colors and movement in this op were still VERY reminiscent of the 3d style esp the bloody stream op and just god it's so good. it's SO fun to watch fuck. i love how apparent it is that josuke okuyasu and koichi are students i love how it's like "we're in this wacky little town together but it's our town (:" UGH SO CUTE. fuck. oh my god. AND THE LIKE WAY THE INTRO REPRESENTS THEIR STANDS AND HOW KOICHI HAS NOTHING THERE AT FIRST BUT THEN!!! ECHOES APPEARS AND POSES WITH HIM AHGHGHGKL sobbing. so good. fuck. also the shadows that haunt them... OUGH. so good

6. chase

musically: I KNOW THIS INTRO GETS A LOT OF HATE BUT I FUCKING LOVE IT SO MUCH. i love the raw and emotional tone of the singer i LOVE LOVE LOVE A GOOD GUITAR RIFF FUCK i would eat the sounds that electric guitar makes in this song if i could. AND I LOVED THE DRUMS i love how this song is so representative of josuke's fury at injustice. i love how the singer is almost like yelling in the end like "CHASECHASECHASE-E" AUGHH IT . i just think it does an amazing job of representing josuke's mindset during the kira chase especially when kira made it personal by killing shigechi

visually: I LOVE THE BEGINNING SEQUENCE WHERE THEYRE ALL SPINNING TOGETHER AND THEN IT FADES INTO A PHOTO GRAPH AND JUST !!!!!!!! FUCK EVERYTHING. i love the blue color palette in places. i love how we see flashes of kira and his stand and REIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. fuck. oh my god and do not get me started on josuke screaming and reaching, reaching, reaching and the camera turns and we see killer queen's eye in kira's face FUCK. oh my god. actual fucking chills.

7. great days

musically: the horns and drums in this opening just make me want to cry to be quite honest with you. they're just so powerful and fun and it makes me want to jump up and go nuts. this whole song frankly gives me the vibe of a celebration happening in the summer at dusk and you're with the people you love and just having so much fun and it's beginning to cool off and you're all at a comfortable temp and just having so much fun and just existing to the fullest. it makes me so fucking happy. great days indeed king fuck you're so right. oh my god. the way that they didn't even have to edit the song btw for kira's time fuck, they just already had that in the song, and IT STILL SOUNDS SO GOOD. FUCK. makes me think about how you want to make that moment i was talking about earlier last forever. but god. GOD. LET THE VOICE OF LOVE TAKE YOU HIIIIIIIGHER. this song means so much to me and i think it's the fucking PERFECT WAY to end part 4. fuck

visually: SOOOOOOOOOOO FUN. the sequence where we were going through all those doors on rohan's porch were so fucking funny. THE LIKE?? SILHOUETTE WORK IN THIS OPENING IS SO GOOD AS WELL. LIKE JOSUKE'S WALK IN THE BEGINNING, JOTARO/ROHAN/YUKAKO/KOICHI/OKUYAU'S LIKE TURN AND POSE THING, SHINOBU WATCHING TV, HAYATO BOWING HIS HEAD AND TURNING INTO A SILHOUETTE, KIRA TURNING INTO A SILHOUETTE IN THE REWIND INTRO....JUST SO FUCKING GOOD. also the fucking. beginning when kira is smiling all smugly and he raises the detonator and clicks it UGH. so fucking good. ALSO REIMI AND THE END WHERE THEY ALL POINT UP AT THE SKY. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. THE FINAL GROUP PHOTO. im insane. so good

8. fighting gold

musically: i wasn't a fan at first of this one either. i did get used to it but it'll never be my favorite. i do love coda's voice though and i love the part right before the chorus sm

visually: i LOVED meeting all the team and their stands in the intro. like all of them just running and doing their thing and looking swag as hell. and the ABUNDANCE of symbolism in this intro. fuck it was so good. i also love how the colors were so fucky wucky almost the whole time, reminds me of cnbt. ugh. i enjoyed it

9. traitor's requiem

musically: eh. it did eventually grow on me but the chorus is the only part of the song i ever grew to full on like. i do like when it picked up and got like faster paced but it just kind was all over the place for me. also no jazz elements for any of the p5 intros. boo.

visually: the whole first part is unnecessary. i get they didn't rlly know what else to animate for it that wouldn't spoil anything but like. idk just half the visuals do literally nothing it's just recapping what we already know. and the like intro where the dude is kissing giorno/diavolo's hand. idk. it would've been fine if that was a shot but the amount of time it had dedicated to it was just. like come on. get on with it. once the intro gets started though it's very fun. twish (: i also love the crumbling of bricks and gio's whole sequence at the end with the stand arrow and shit. ugh so fun i wish the whole intro was like that

10. stone ocean

musically: SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING GOOD. THOSE GUITAR RIFFS IN THE BEGINNING MAKE ME WANT TO FUCKING SOB. THEYRE SO DETERMINED BUT IT ALSO FEELS LIKE THEYRE BEING PINNED DOWN AND IT JUST OHHHHHHHH JOLYNE............ AND THE SINGER GOD. SHE DID SUCH AN AMAZING JOB. THE RAWNESS AND ANGER AND PREP UGHHHHHHHHHH. OH MY GOD AND THE BACKGROUND SINGERS TOOO. FUCK EVERYTHING, ONLY THIS INTRO EVER DO YOU UNDERSTAND. I LOVE HOW EVERYTHING IS LIKE. SPIKEY AND ROUGH AND UNPOLISHED IT'S NOT SMOOTH IT'S NOT GOING DOWN EASY IT'S CLAWING AND ANGRY AND WANTS A FUCKING FIGHT JUST LIKE JOLYNE OHHH FUCK IM INSANE AND ILL IM ACTUALLY GOING TO CRY. OHH FUCK AND THE DRUMS. THEYRE SO PERFECT. THEY COMPLEMENT THE GUITAR AND THEN THE SINGER PERFECTLY. OH AND THE BASS FUCK. FUCK. IT'S SO TASTEFUL. FUCKJJKCJNCJN im ;ksns;ks i cant get over it. im actually going to sob just thinking about it.

visually: when i saw that we returned to the 3d openings for stone ocean i quite fucking literally nearly passed out i cannot stress this enough. AND THEY DID NOT MISS THEY DID NOT DISAPPOINT. OH THE FUCKING. I LOVE THE SWINGING AROUND SCENES THAT WERE "ON PAUSE" IN THIS INTRO IT WAS SO GOOD. LIKE HERMES AND JOLYNE SITTING ON THE BUS AND GOING DOWN THE HALLWAY JUST OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. SO FUCKING GOD. oh i love the many palettes used in this intro and the fucking references to the manga volume covers (like jolyne hermes and foo all standing and posing) FUUUUUUUUUUCK. oh my god when jolyne is like kneeling in the water and she's handcuffed and crying before she gets ANGRY AND SHE BREAKS THE CUFFS AND STANDS WITH STONE FREE I ACTUALLY WAIIIIIIIIIIIILLLED WHEN I FIRST SAW THAT. AND THEN AT THE END WHEN WE SEE JOTAOR BEHIND HER AND SHE'S WALKING SO CONFIDENTLY BUT THEN SHE MEETS THE BARS OF THE PRISON AND THE BUTTERFLY GOES PAST HER AND SHE WATCHES BEFORE CLOSING HER EYES AND THEN GROWLING OHHHH FUCK. OH FUCK. I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE JOLYNE SHE'S SO FUCKING COOL SHE'S SO GOOD SHE DESERVES THE ENTIRE WORLD DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME. ALSO DON'T GET ME STARTED ON ALL THE REFERENCES TO THE PREVIOUS PARTS. IM GOIGN TO FUCKING PASS OUT.

um and there's that. im so sorry for this word vomit and I'm even more sorry cause i am not gonna proof read it. but yeah these are my thgouths. god bless

#cass cries #jjba

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