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noirflms · 6 months

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୧ ˚₊ TWO SLOW DANCERS — gojo satoru

wherein gojo satoru finds himself standing before his once high school sweetheart — you.

does it smell like a school gymnasium in here?

gojo’s hates the smell of gymnasiums, it reeks of sweat that has spread throughout by young teenagers. it makes bile rise in his throat, the tie around his neck is choking him slowly. geto notices, for gojo’s lean fingers pull at the collar of his shirt. the two adults are away from the chattering and bustling crowd, sat in the corner of their old school gymnasium — it’s the class of 08’ gathered here.

geto’s eyes are watching and keen, they observe even the minuscule of sweat the seems to dribble down the side of gojo’s forehead, icy blue eyes obscured by dark sunglasses — it’s funny to geto that his dear friend wears such sunglasses even in the dark.

“you nervous or something?” the voice of geto brings gojo out of his terrible mind, but geto doesn’t meet the eyes of gojo, for they are set on an almost drunk shoko ( geto has to take her home after all. he promised her father to do so. ) the words of geto ease satoru, they only bring his thoughts to a halt, the smell of the gymnasium not a scare anymore.

it’s funny how they’re all the same

gojo’s eyes rake all over the crowd, none have changed, all stay the same, the faces he had once made fun of, had grown and matured yet there was no way he couldn’t recognise them. he remembers faces well, it’s all he ever did when he was in school, studies were a far dream from what his mischief got him to do.

he bites the inside of his cheek, watching as couples new and old dance away the night, geto once in a while makes a comment or two, both are single, not yet ready ( that is what gojo says, but geto is more than ready to have a family now. ) but the world of gojo satoru comes to an utter halt when his eyes settle on something within the crowd, he swallows when it’s the very colour he had come to hate so much — but a lie it was.

[h/c] hair that has stayed the same since the beginning of time, his heart begins to ache. you still look the same, not ageing a day old it seems, and he swallows at the mere sight of you, and it becomes funny how none have changed a single bit.

it’s funny how you always remember

you remember everyone in the crowd, words come effortlessly to you, they don’t die out in your throat as you talk to the faces which once had been your high school memories. a smile sits upon your features, it’s unfading, staying as it has once been upon your face just the same.

your eyes are observant, they don’t want to miss anybody — after all you had been the one to know everyone. but they come to utter halt when they settle upon icy blue eyes obscured by tinted black sunglasses, the white tuft of hair as messy as it has always been. the holder of the magnificent white hair still looks the same, the only thing is that he has grown old, he is no more the eighteen year old boy, awaiting outside your classroom to talk to you.

“gojo satoru?” you question approaching him, eyes doubting the one sitting before you, for you know he left you long in memory, but you remember everything and you find it humorous how you always remember, hurting yourself a bit by bit.

and we've both done it all a hundred times before

with the words that you have said, satoru is sent back in time, where he is eighteen again, a young lad who has his eyes trained on you. you stand before him with questions and sparkling eyes, you speak his name with the same lilt and his hazes his mind with thoughts of ever staying nostalgia, clouding his vision of you.

geto takes notice of you and what you do to satoru, but he’d wish you could have stopped the white haired man a little longer when you two were entering your twenties, geto wishes but he know that it was satoru himself who wished to leave you in dust, having an ego bigger than any could have.

but in satoru’s mind, this memory has passed by a hundred times and each time he shakes your hand with lovestruck eyes, but this time, there is a ache in his throat and a void where is heart is, “long time no see, [name].”

it’s funny how I still forgot

slow music echoes through the gymnasium, you look around and so does everyone, they begin to smile at their partners, taking their hand in theirs, and beginning to sway, you gulp at the sights, it doesn’t hurt, it just ignites a lost and naive memory, one you had tried your best to bury in the back of your mind.

but your eyes wander to the hand shoved in front of you, it looked calloused, your eyes trailing up to see who it belong to, even though you know, your heart eases at the sight of the tall male standing before you, hand outstretched for you to hold and take, “dance with me…”

and your hand slides within his, you feel the bumps that have formed upon his palm from rigorous work. he guides to the centre of the gymnasium, hand held tight. and so his throat constrict and seems to become alike that to a of barren land, a drought inside, for he finds it ridiculous how he has forgotten to have once danced with you like this, just the same.

it would be a hundred times easier if we were young again

and he thinks to himself maybe it would have been easier if you and him had been young once again. for then he would not be such a foolish man standing before you, and the young him would have held your hand and danced till the end of the night. the very thing that had once been enchanting in a way, would have been hundred times easier, if only he was young again.

he hold you close, slow dancing, reminiscing what could have been. you still look at him the same and becomes hard for him to digest, for satoru is guilty, as his eyes settle on the pendant that still sits so new upon your neck, it still looks the same, never trodding, it stayed the same, you kept it and it only becomes a large blow to his ego, and as it falters, he wishes to become young again.

to be eighteen again, gift you this pendant again, hold your hand again, kiss your lips again but for now he’d relish in what the present brings, and enjoy it before the night ends and he forgets what you had once been to him.

but as it is and it is

until then he’d dance to this slow music that plays. he’d hold onto your hand and not let go, he’d be wise this time and look into your eyes, he’d be sure this time and give you a gift of a lifetimes.

he’d let it be as it is, unchanging, yet he’d hold onto this moment he has gotten to spend with you. there are words which bubble up in his throat, those he wishes to say, but they die down when you shake your head, and he wonder how you know, but you always know what he has to say, and so he’ll think to himself you know he is sorry.

he hopes you know he wishes nothing more than to be yours again, but he will let this moment be as it is and it is, letting it become memory when night ends, dancing and swaying with you a bit teary eyed for his heart aches, still longing to have stayed.

we're just two slow dancers, last ones out

he relives the very thing he once had with you and so do you, trying to relive it within the dance and music, trying his best onto holding onto it before you part ways but he knows it will only be him aching the most through it all, he would be the only mess through it all, for he knows he has hurt you enough.

but until the time will come he will slow dance with you. trying to cherish the memories being made for he knows there will never be nothing out of this all, dancing till his breath runs out, dancing till you two are the only ones left behind, dancing till he has this moment ingrained in his mind that he never forgets.

you two will just be two slow dancers, trying to figure out that this young love would not come back, and that the past love will be nothing but that of memory, but you two will slowly dance, enjoying and living the young dream again, but only this time you’ve grown old, brought to this last stage again.

so, you’ll slow dance, until the night comes to an end.

we’re two slow dancers, last ones out

a late birthday post for him <333

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mosquito-queen · 25 days

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A shudder ripples up Yelena’s spine. She quickly turns from her perch on the picnic table bench, and spits red ice onto the dirt. She hacks up the offending treat, before turning back to the concerned girl sitting across from her.

Kate’s face is twisted up in a knot, “Hey, are you okay? Did you choke or something?”

”What was that?” Yelena manages to cough out, grabbing a napkin from the table and trying to scrub the sticky flavor off her face.

Now Kate frowns: “You said you liked snowcones. I got you the tiger’s blood, that’s what you asked for right?”

“This is poison,” Yelena pushes the melting cup of disgusting towards Kate, “It is not how I remember it.”

Kate considers this, and uses her spoon stained in banana flavoring (Yelena did explicitly tell her she wouldn’t kiss Kate again until after she brushed her teeth of that flavor) to test Yelena’s snowcone. She swallows, and shakes her head, “This is it, the three flavors for one combo.”

Yelena pouts and insists, “No, it is not. It was different, better.”

”Well when did you have it last?” Kate flicks her sunglasses over her eyes, peering up behind the lenses in an attempt at playing detective. All Yelena can think about is the way Kate’s mouth is stained artificially red and maybe tiger's blood would taste like it was supposed to on her lips. Then Kate says: “You know your tastebuds change when you get old.”

”Cyka,” Yelena growls and snatches the glasses from Kate’s face. She slips them on. Kate doesn’t attempt to take them back, just squints the sun out of her eyes as punishment. Except it isn’t really a punishment - Kate loves it when Yelena wears her sunglasses. Yelena plays absently with the spoon in the barely solid snowcone, “I don’t know. Must of been Ohio.”

That’s always Yelena’s answer when she ends up hating something she allegedly loved. Kate doesn’t hold it against her, but she can’t understand it either. At first she thinks it’s just nostalgia. Kate catches herself falling into that trap sometimes: the mall, sick days, McDonald's fries (nope, that one still holds up). Kate thinks Yelena just has her Ohio childhood on a pedestal - which, again, completely fair with all things considered.

Kate starts doubting Yelena experiences Regular People Nostalgia when she says she wants to go back to Cedar Point. The best Kate can do is take her to Coney Island. Kate doesn’t say anything when they walk past a warning for minimum height requirement. She doesn’t say anything when her brain absently notices that a six year old Yelena could not have made it on the ride. Maybe Ohio had even less rules than Coney Island. Who was Kate to know? Yelena throws up after the first roller coaster. She’s a curious shade of white when she practically shoves Kate out of her way, beelining towards the trash can. Her aversion to rollercoasters is very funny with all things considered.

Sometimes Yelena will be restless. She paces and sighs and opens the cabinet doors over and over and over and over again. Kate doesn’t know what she’s looking for. She just knows Yelena never finds it. She’s usually mumbling, “I was doing something.” She’ll pace off again, come back, sigh. “I just can’t remember..” The thing is, Yelena is very good at not remembering what she is doing outside of a mission. The other thing is that Yelena is very good at making up what she was supposed to be doing. Kate suspects it’s the same way Yelena is very good at filling the gaps in her memory.

Kate thinks about how badly Yelena must want these things to turn them into her reality. She thinks about how a six year old little girl had time to become the greatest child assassin the world has ever known and carefully craft an entire imaginary normal life. She thinks about how another version of Yelena went to Cedar Point, had sticky tiger’s blood dripping from her chin, camped in her backyard with her sister, sat through family dinner every night, failed math class in eighth grade, broke her arm doing a backflip on the trampoline, spent her summers traversing the world on family vacations. Kate likes that Yelena just as much as this one.

Sadness sours this Yelena’s face. There’s a deep loneliness that would rival the sprawling desert. Kate says, “Ohio probably puts cherry in it instead of strawberry.”

Yelena perks up, “That must be why I remember it different.”

“Maybe we try something new next time,” Because Kate wants to stop waking in the middle of the night to half-muffled sobs coming from the bathroom after every failed attempt of Yelena trying to reconcile reality and delusion. Whatever Yelena wants to be real should be.

#prolly will expand this later #bishova #kate bishop #yelena belova

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roguehongsami · 5 months

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Velvet Crowbar | Pt. 3

pairing/s: rockstar!wooyoung x fem!couturier

genre/s: smut, fluff, au

synopsis: 1995. it's been 12 years since you left kialecombe. wooyoung tracks you down, desperate to get you back before your wedding.

content: cheating, unprotected sex (condomize), fingering, oral sex, creampie, (sprinkled)nostalgia.

word count: 3.5k

navigation: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

masterlist here

"Hey, we're Bloodhound and you're not." the man spoke arrogantly, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Y/N switched off the television. Her focus was on the rough sketch she had been working on for a week. The deadline was approaching and she couldn't afford to miss it. It was slowly coming together but still didn't feel right. She let out an exasperated sigh and dropped her pencil on the table. She pushed away from the desk and spun around in her chair, taking in the view of the city skyline. She needed inspiration.

And inspiration she was going to get.

[ . . . ]

"These are the newest addition to the brand." the saleswoman gestured enthusiastically with her hands as she held the shoe. "A suede finish with the brand initials in gold as the heels. It comes in five different colours. What makes this heel special, is that it is the first shoe the CEO has ever designed in her entire career. She primarily focuses on clothing."

Yeosang nodded, having found the perfect gift for his wife. "I'd like them in a size four."

The saleswoman smiled. She instructed Yeosang to wait by the counter, as she went into the storage room to get a box of size four's. She returned with a black box, gold 'Archibald Scott' lettering on top.

Yeosang turned around and called. "Wooyoung, come on."

Wooyoung, who sat on the couch while Yeosang was shopping, walked over and stood beside him. His eye caught the miniature display on the counter. The woman in the picture posing with a bottle of perfume. Her face painted with a nude makeup look, and her nails manicured and decorated with red nail polish. He took the display into his hand, studying the woman's face.

It was now or never.

[ . . . ]

Y/N stepped out of the elevator, heels clinking against the floor tiles as she descended down the steps and marched to her office. No inspiration acquired but only a handbag in hand. Eyes focused on the door that created a buffer between her and the employees, behind came her assistant trying to match her pace.

"There's someone in your office. I told them you're not to be disturbed but they wouldn't–"

Y/N interrupted Cassidy. "That's okay, Cass. You can take the rest of the day off, I think I'm gonna clock off early."

Cassidy stopped in her tracks and returned to her desk. Y/N stood in front of her office door, opening it as her feet led her in. Behind her desk stood a man with black hair, held back by sunglasses. He sported a black leather jacket, black denim jeans and Nike Jordan's. Hands pocketed in his jacket. As she was about to speak, closing the door behind her, he turned around.

The air in the room suddenly became thin, almost losing her breath. "Woo?"

Wooyoung gave her a meek smile. "You are not the same girl I met in '83." he chuckled to himself. "Got time to catch up?"

She stood silently in the middle of the room, unable to move. Unable to find the words to speak. Something in her head suddenly clicked, as if she found the answer to a big question she had been asking herself. Wooyoung moved away from the desk and inched closer to her. As she came out of her trance, she instructed him to sit.

"How have you been doing? It's been a while."

"Twelve years." she whispered, unable to look him in the eye. "I've been doing okay. Just working. What about you? I see things worked out after Velvet Crowbar."

He bowed his head. "I went over to your house after I woke up from my OD. Nurses told me you were the one who found me. When I got there, your mom said you left Kialecombe for good. No matter how much I begged her to, she wouldn't tell me where you moved to. I just wanted to thank you." he looked her in eye. "You gave me a second chance."

"I'm sure anybody would've done the same if they found you." she spoke modestly.

"Yeah, I had nobody after I got kicked out of VC." he let out a shaky breath. "A second too late, I would've died in that room."

She dropped her head, a frown materializing across her face. The image of his unconscious body was still fresh in her memory. The relief she felt when her mother notified her of his condition. Since then, she had solely focused on school and work. Over the years, she saw him on TV. She knew their separation was for the best, she just needed the reassurance that he was doing fine.

He lifted her chin up. "I'm here now, thanks to you." he smiled boyishly. "I couldn't see myself stuck in Kialecombe forever, so I got clean and stayed clean. You remember Yeosang?"

"Dude with the lisp? Always bothered me how he'd say my surname." her eyebrows creased. "He plays drums in your band, right?"

"Yeah, he dropped his nine-to-five when the band finally took off. How'd you know that?"

She gave him a small smile. "I saw you on Headbangers Ball and Unplugged. Bloodhound really gives a good show."

"You listen to my band?" with genuine surprise in his tone.

She playfully shoved his shoulder. "Shut up, Woo. You always knew I was your biggest fan. How'd you even find me?"

"We came to Blue Coast for a break before we resume our tour. I was at one of your stores with a friend– I don't get why you didn't name the brand after yourself." he arched his eyebrows.

"My dad's name has an old money flair to it." she shrugged.

"I found the headquarters' number in the yellow pages, they told me where the big boss can be found."

The tension in the atmosphere eased. His eye caught the white diamond ring on her finger. His heart sank, afraid that he had actually lost her for good. All the work he had put into bettering himself was partially for his own benefit, but mostly so he could be the man Y/N deserved.

He pointed at the rock. "So, who's the lucky guy?"

She looked at the ring and as she was about to speak, her door opened. Her attention now directed to the man entering her office. Wooyoung turned his head, and the look on the man's face replaced with a distasteful one. Wooyoung and Y/N both stood from the couch. Instead of jealousy, Wooyoung was confused. It seems his words never stuck with Y/N as much as he thought they would.

"Wooyoung?" he spoke with an exasperated tone.

"Bradford." Wooyoung deigned, visibly unimpressed.

Y/N walked over to Brady's side and held onto his arm. "Brady and I are getting married in three weeks." she spoke hesitantly.

“I see…” Wooyoung sighed as he shook his head disapprovingly. “It was nice seeing you again, Y/N. I’ll make sure to say goodbye before going back on tour. Also, congratulations.”

Wooyoung strutted past Brady, bumping into his shoulder. He exited the office and once out of earshot, Brady casted Y/N a cold look. She merely rolled her eyes, aware of exactly what he was thinking. Her hands fell from his arm as she walked to her desk. She packed her designs into a cylindrical drawing holder. Handbag in hand and drawing holder nestled under her arm, she beelined to the door.

Brady blocked her path and looked down on her. “What was he doing here?”

“He found my office. Apparently, he was at one of my stores.” she pointed at the door. “Can we go home?”

He made way for her and as she continued her path, he reached for her wrist. “Don’t lie to me.”

Her eyes glanced at his hand then his face. “There’s nothing going on between me and Woo.”

Another late night spent in the office. Lights at every floor were off. From the street, the only lights that shone were on her floor. Office quiet as a grave, all that could be heard was the sound of birds squawking and the occasional helicopter making its nightly rounds around the city.

Slumped back in her chair, head rested against the back and arms laid on the armrest, she felt defeated. Her deadline was fast–approaching and she still had no designs to submit for the next season's line. The sound of nothing was slowly driving her mad. Her frustration worsening, wondering why she did not stick with handling office affairs.

A knock on the door startled her. She sat upright, waiting to hear if there would be another. A slightly more forceful knock followed. She got up from her desk and as she approached the door, she took the baseball bat by the couch. Another knock. As she unlocked the door, turning the knob, she brought the bat over her shoulder.

When she opened the door, there stood Wooyoung holding a paper bag full of takeaways. "I didn't know what you'd want, so I got everything..." he said with bewilderment written all over his face.

Y/N sighed a breath of relief as she stepped away from the door.

"Were you gonna use that on me?" he asked.

She locked the door and followed him to her desk. "You said you had late rehearsals."

He sat in her chair, setting aside her drawings and unpacking the food. "I finished at seven and came by. Saw your lights were on, so I left to go get food." he shrugged. "You had dinner yet?"

She tossed the bat on the couch and sat on the desk, beside Wooyoung. "I haven't eaten since morning."

After getting cornered by Brady, Wooyoung knew he could not see Y/N without her fiancé intercepting every meeting. He acquired her personal number from Cassidy, the assistant. It took a lot of convincing before she gave in. Since then, they had been meeting only when she worked late nights. Brady was completely in the dark.

Oblivious, Y/N was under the impression that he just wanted to catch up. They only had regular conversations about normal things, with Wooyoung occasionally asking about her future with Brady. An unintentional slip of the tongue informed Wooyoung that her relationship wasn't as exciting as it was in the beginning, and that she hoped that getting married would liven things up.

Her mishap was his ticket back in.

"Any luck with your designs?" he said, rubbing her bare knee.

She shook her head.

He planted his hands on her thighs, his head bowed down. "Most people revisit their past when they need inspiration."

He looked up to meet her eyes. She took in a deep breath and released a shaky one. Something about that statement did not sit well with her. It wasn't the literal sentence, but its insinuation. He inched closer to her face, standing between her legs. She leaned back a bit to create distance. His hands on her lower back, he reeled her back in.

Trailing kisses along her jaw to her neck, her body stiffened. Too conflicted to make a decision. What she wants or what she deserves? He was pushing her to choose the former. Slow steady breaths to calm her nerves. She needed to bring herself back down to earth and buck up. She grabbed his arms and as she began pushing him, his grip around her waist tightened.

He leaned into her ear and chimed, "When was the last time you and Brady had sex?" he pulled back to see her face. "Don't be shy, tell me."

Flustered, her hands fell to the table. In a whisper, she said, "Two months ago."

It wasn't the wedding planning. It wasn't her job. She had not been in the mood for a while. Aphrodisia was second nature to her and its absence was dispiriting. Unable to pinpoint the source of her sexual stupor, she just chalked it up to age. She just didn't have it like she used to, maybe.

He glanced down at her engagement ring. His hand stroked her arm, eventually sliding the ring off and tucking it away in her desk drawer. Lips locked with one another and inhibitions cast away, she gave in. She knew it was wrong but it's easier to beg for forgiveness than to actually dig for the actual problem and abate it. His hands slid under her skirt and tugged at the hems of her underwear.

Breaking the kiss, he said, "You know I still-"

"Don't." she cut him off. "I'm getting married in two weeks, don't make this any more complicated than it already is."

Reluctantly, he obliged, seizing the conversation. He pulled off her underwear. Separating her folds, he slid one finger in. Thrusting in and out. She wrapped her legs around his waist and threw her head back. He went down on his knees, her legs thrown over his shoulders and hands gripping her thighs, he lapped her up and tickled her bud with his tongue. A breathy moan filled the room.

As his pace increased, he stretched her out to get her ready. Three fingers and ten minutes later, the sound of Wooyoung slurping and Y/N cursing between moans was all that could be heard. He stood up and brought her into a kiss. Her hands were fumbling with his belt but she eventually undid it. He unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped the front of her bra, freeing her breasts.

She pulled his jacket and shirt off, throwing them on the ground. Her lips left trails of wet kisses all over his chest, suckling and nibbling at the skin on his neck. Rouge materialising. He dropped his pants as they pooled around his legs. She went in for a kiss. As he slid into her, she moaned into his mouth. A proud grin forming on his lips. He started with soft, slow thrusts. Easing her into the moment. As he picked up speed and force, he laid her on her back.

His fingers toying with her bud, her brain was fogging. She could not recall the last time she enjoyed sex this much. It had become a chore. Her hands toyed with her breasts, Wooyoung removing her hands from her chest.

"Let me watch..." he spoke, breathlesly.

Sweat beads were forming on his forehead, a combination of their bodies radiating and the raised summer temperatures. One leg over his shoulder and another around his waist, he reached in to grab the back of her neck.

"He doesn't fuck you this good, does he?" he grunted, smacking the side of her thigh.

"Brady could never." she lambasted in a moan.

Wooyoung suddenly stopped. He brought her to her feet then bent her over the desk. With one leg on the desk, he went back in. At this angle, silence was not a given. Moans mixed with cries, and grunts mixed with groans. They could only wish for this to go on forever. Consistent with the pace, he pulled off her blouse and bra. Her hands pressed firm against the desk surface for balance, he toyed with her nipples as he nipped the skin on her shoulder.

She clamped around him, feeling pressure build up in her stomach. How she missed that knotting sensation. He felt the squeeze of his cock, making him move erratically inside her. The warmth and friction of it all drove him to unadulterated insanity. He held her bare back flush against his chest, needing every bit of skin contact he could acquire.

"Woo, faster." she moaned, one hand on the desk and the other holding on to his neck.

Not a second later, he was thrusting as fast as he could. They braced themselves for a simultaneous release, it was fast-approaching. Both came undone. Wooyoung was thrusting all the discharge deep inside her until he stilled. His head rested on her shoulder, catching a breath, and her head hung. He slowly pulled out of her, bits of cum sliding down her thigh. He grabbed a tissue from her desk, and wiped her down.

They got dressed in silence. Not an awkward one. They were reflecting on where their relationship went wrong, and how they got to that point. The chemistry was still there, but so were obstacles. Y/N felt as if she had a promise to fulfill with her engagement. She couldn't turn back now. And Wooyoung, nothing he could say would change her mind. She was determined to walk down that aisle.

What she deserved outweighed what she desired.

Yet she expressed no remorse for what she had just done.

"Just think about what I said, okay?" he pecked her on the lips. "Revisit the past."

[ . . . ]

After spending the whole night in the office, no ideas coming to light, she stepped into her penthouse. She put her handbag down on the kitchen island. Brady's gym bag was still in the kitchen. She went on a path to her bedroom. In her walk-in closet, she found an old miniature chest with memorabilia. She sat on the bed as she went through some of the artifacts.

Her late father's watch.

Her mother's locket, which was passed down to her by her mother, Mrs. Rhodes.

Polaroids of her adolescent days. At the country club with her parents. Making clothes in the atelier. Moments of her dancing on tables and headbanging. Sitting on the roof of an abandoned bus with Murphy and Seonghwa. Her and Wooyoung wearing battle vests and matching Judas Priest tees at a show, their first date. She took a few more moments looking.

Truly the happiest time of her life.

She left the open chest and polaroids on the bed, stepping into the bathroom for a shower. As the water ran, Brady came in and took note of the items on the bed. He picked up the polaroids and studied the one with Wooyoung. Aggravated that she would keep it, he counted to a hundred in his head to calm himself.

Freshly cleaned, she returned and saw Brady holding her belongings. "Morning sweetie. How'd you sleep?"

He mustered up a halfhearted smile. "Just fine but the bed felt empty without you." he leaned in for a kiss. "What are these?"

"Stuff from high school. I think I know what my next line is gonna be."

She went to bed after chitchatting with Brady, getting some shut-eye before resuming her work. She spent the day at home, drawing multiple designs. They all came so easy. Late afternoon and already down to seven designs. She stopped once she felt she had enough ideas and packed her drawings into the holder.

At any moment, Brady was going to step into their home. Dinner was prepared and the table was set. She changed into a loose sweatshirt and sweatpants. Watching the television, the elevator announced Brady's arrival as he stepped out. Sauntering to the couch and pecking her on the forehead, he greeted her and went off to change.

At the dinner table, Brady put forward, "So, where's your ring?"

Y/N choked on her broth. "Oh..." she wiped her mouth with a napkin and looked down at her hand. "It kept getting caught in my blouse so I put it in my drawer." she looked him in the eye. "It's at work."

Her heart was thumping violently against her chest. A momentary lapsus memoriae, nearly outing her. She was lucky to be able to come up with an excuse so fast. The last time she was cornered, the lie got caught in her throat and found herself stuttering a single letter.

Brady nodded and continued eating his food. Eventually, they cleared the dinner table. Cuddled on the couch watching Universal Soldier. Y/N drifted off to sleep on Brady's chest. The phone on the coffee table rang. He picked it up and put it to his ear.

"Yes?" he spoke.

"Hey Bradford, are you busy, like right now?" the woman on the other end said.

"Hey Pari, what's up?"

"I have something you need to see. Come to my office, immediately." the line died.

Brady was careful not to wake her, laying her down on the couch and propping her head up with pillows. He got dressed and rushed out of the penthouse. His car was parked outside the Blue Coast Times office. He signed in at reception and stood in the elevator, waiting to reach the top floor. He reached Pari's door. A silver plate me this eyes; Pari Yadav – Editor In Chief.

He knocked on the door twice before Pari opened. She instructed him to sit as she sat across from him. On her desk was a brown envelope. She slid it over to him. His eyebrows creased down the middle, glancing at the envelope then at Pari.

"What is this?" he spelled out as he opened the envelope.

Inside, there were multiple pictures. His eyes studied every picture intently, soaking up the events captured. He sighed, disappointed but not surprised. It was the most defeated he had ever felt. Quick to wipe away the tears that had fallen on his cheeks, he put the pictures back in the envelope. He knew if he went ahead with their pending marriage, he'd always be second priority.

Pari leaned forward in her chair. "I won't run the story. Nobody needs to know about this, I'll tell my journalists to back off."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Thank you, Pari. But I think I have a better idea." he released a deep breath. "What are you doing on the eighteenth?"

taglist (green highlight = can't tag):

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PART 4, READ HERE.

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afyrian · 23 days

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ch. six - a home away from home masterlist

you get off of the train, pulling your backpack close to your shoulder. the sky is filled with clouds that droop with soon to come rain. "yeah, just got here. i just can't wait til the weekend ends," you hold your phone up to your ear, looking around the train station to see if you can see your mom.

"it's just a couple days, and you know you can call 'samu or i whenever," atsumu's voice echoes through your ear, the volume a little more gentle than you're typically accustomed to.

it had been awhile since you stepped foot in your hometown. everything overwhelms you with feelings of nostalgia. yet everything seems so different. the newly planted trees have aged and sprouted into gorgeous flowers, the train station is painted over with a luscious green. and in the middle of it all is a red sudan.

it's chipped, dented a little in the back, and filled with so many memories. the wheels are covered in grime and the very person you fear to see once again, happens to be sitting in the front seat. she has on chunky earrings, a workout tank top showing off the australian sun she had encountered.

you want to wait a moment to see if she'll notice you. see if she'll coming running out of the car and urging you for a hug. however, she sits there, typing on her phone. you look back at the train, almost forgetting atsumu was on the other end of the phone, "i think i might just come home."

"y/n, we'll support you no matter what you do," he tries to sound soothing, yet his voice never seems to come across that way.

"thanks, if need be, i'll take the train home."

you take in a deep breath and cancel the call, shoving your phone into your back pocket. every step you take towards the muddied car is every butterfly in your stomach multiplying. blackness covers your peripheral vision and for a moment you wonder if you'll pass out. you stop for a second and take in a deep breath, knowing that you can step away whenever.

when you get meters away from the car, you can see she knows it's you. the way she lowers her phone and her sunglasses, eyes staring back at you with the intensity of ten suns. she lowers the window on the passenger smile and attempts to give you a warm smile. "thanks for coming this weekend, honey."

the way she says it brings you back to when you were younger. back to when your dad would usher the same word but make it sound oh so much better. he'd swing you around on the beach and teach you everything you wanted to learn. but when she says it, it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. "yeah, it's been a while, so i thought it was time," you open the car door, sliding in next to her.

"well, akai is waiting for us, he's made some lunch. some of your favorite things. i wanna try for us and i'm thinking that he may be proposing soon..." she smiles towards you, reaching her hand out towards you.

you look over at her, swallowing the thick mucus coating your throat. you had met akai so many years ago, when the two of them were simply two people in recovery together. but now everything's changing, you can't even return to your hometown without everything flipping upside down on you, "okay."

she starts driving, trying to ignore the malice lacing your voice. however, you've always found that she likes to start an argument where one never needed to exist, "why can't you just trust that i'm doing what's best?"

"because you haven't since dad died. and now you're dating someone who you used to binge drink with and expect me to think that you're what's best for each other?" you can't bear to look at her, staring ahead at the backroads that she starts driving down.

"that's not your decision to make. especially because you haven't seen either of us in years."

you shake your head, biting the inside of your cheek. "you're right! i wonder why that is.."

she takes a moment to take in a deep breath. you didn't want to fight with her this trip, especially when you only came to visit your dad. however, hearing her voice when it used to be such a soothing thing can send someone over the edge. now, all you can remember is the hatred and resentment that she expressed over and over again.

"you don't know what it's like to lose the love of your life-"

"and you think losing a dad isn't just as hard? and then losing your mom all in the same day? let me out of the car," you finally turn to look at her, clenching your jaw upon realizing that you can't stay with her.

she peeks over at you, biting her lip. "i can't just let you out on the side of the road, why don't we talk about it? you can see akai again and really get to know him!" she begs, staring out at the upcoming beach and the greenery, unable to meet your eyes now.

"no! let out me out! i have finals coming up, i don't wanna deal with this right now! just- just let me out of the car!" you finally reach the point of practically yelling, your heart racing, hands shaking.

finally, she slows to a stop, free leg bouncing nervously. she turns to look at you, finally realizing that no matter what she does, there's been too much pain. and that pain has unfortunately overpowered whatever happy memories the two of you went through together. that you're still hurting, even if you wanted to ignore it.

she watches as you open the car door, exiting with the little duffel bag you brought along. you can take in a deep breath and turn to look back at her, "bye, m- uh goodbye."

the word 'mom' couldn't exit your mouth, your lips seal shut before you could utter it. you can tell that she notices it, she notices the change in demeanor, the way you shut the door. she can tell that truly, nothing's changed, that the little girl that used to play in the sand with her doesn't exist anymore. she drives off without much of a fight, leaving you standing on a boardwalk, tears already falling.

and at the seemingly worst time, your phone starts ringing, akaashi's name written across your screen. you bring your hand up, wiping away the tears that rest on your cheek, "hi, akaashi."

"l/n, sorry to call- are you okay?"

"yeah, yeah. i forgot to tell you but i took the train to my hometown. but i'm probably taking the next train back home," you shake your head, hoping it'll keep the tears from falling more.

he waits a moment before trying to say something to easy your pain. “well, are you by any chance by the ocean? because the air can help anything,” akaashi starts, you can almost see the small smile on his face, “it’s always been my home- second home. the calls of the birds and the waves hitting the rocks, like just sit there for a moment and it can help anything.”

you smile to yourself, hearing the sound of the joy in his voice. no matter how nonchalant he can seem, it’s clear that the ocean is his passion. “i’ll have to give it a try, i grew up practically on the water so i can understand the benefits,” you laugh, genuinely, as you think about how much you enjoy talking to akaashi.

“but thank you, akaashi, i needed that,” you walk onto the sand, feeling the mist and breeze relax you.

“i’m always free to talk. about anything really. i can even come to the train station if you need me to,” his voice drifts off, as if he were nervous to suggest it.

you close your eyes and just stand for a moment. “that would be amazing, you’re making my day a whole lot better…”

a/n: we’re finally getting some hints about his identity.. taglist: @zombriesworld

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #a seaward spark #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu akaashi #keiji akaashi #haikyuu fanfic

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notthestarwar · 4 months

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does ‘the island’ also contain rats by any chance??? Will you talk about any wips you have that may feature rats? 🥺👉👈

You know all about rat island lol that's OUR baby

OK. For the uninitiated. Where to even begin lol.

So it all starts with a gremlins fueled haze. We'd watched the scooby doo movie earlier that day and au thoughts had been lit. Add codywan, my need for begrudging Anakin and cody buddy team ups, and the servers pet rat: it was a recipe for a fever dream. The gremlins music at 1am really just stoked the fire.

So the premise is: no order 66. It's post war, they're not quite at that happy ending yet. There's a feeling that they've all dodged a huge bullet. Cody is learning to live. Obi Wan has taken a sabbatical to figure things out post war. Anakin has been divorced, lost custody, and rejected the Jedi's help. He's a hot mess. He's trying to figure out who he is, in the most messy 'I'm 23 and didn't do any of this when I was 19' kind of way. He's partying. He's become a student. He's messing up in all the mundane ways that you can think of.

Then, he gets a mysterious invite to a all expenses paid resort. It's suspicious as hell, he pays that no notice. He's spiralling.

Now. The resort. Is rat themed. Don't think about that too hard. It's like Disney but it's rat themed and it's adults only so there's lots of rat bars ect and it's on an island. It's like the resort in the scoobydoo movie but it's more disneyfied and capitalist and also all of the rats are terrifying. Like. We have a storyboard of the worst rat costumes I could find (including our fav pet rat obviously) and that's the inspo we're working from here

Now if you're new to rat island you probably think that's the end. Oh no. That's just Chapter 1.

This is based on the scooby doo movie afterall. There's a sith conspiracy on the island. There's bodyswapping. AND. There's a dog.

i'm going to share 2 snippets of it. cause i love it too much to decide.

"Cody had always prided himself on his propensity for research. He was not one to walk in to a situation unprepared. As soon as they’d heard of Anakin’s trip, he’d done some digging.

Rat island was a combination of theme-park and party island, located on the beach planet: Muridae. The resort was, in its entirety, dedicated to a small mammalian creature native to the planet Eukaryota--which is not even in the same system.

Supposedly, the park was based around an ageing cartoon show that had only grown in popularity with civilians during the war, the war had brought many things, a wave of rat based nostalgia was maybe less expected than others.

Despite all his research, nothing could prepare him for the reality of it. As they leave the lander Cody finds himself in a corner of the galaxy he’s rarely had reason to imagine, let alone see. A place of over indulgence, excess and noise.

It isn’t one of the strangest places he’s found himself, Cody had seen weirder things during the war. Not many, but still, some. On one of the strangest planets. But this was maybe one of the least familiar. Kamino had never prepared him for this.

When they stepped out onto the landing platform, Obi Wan looked far too pleased. Cody only scowled.

He wished he’d listened when he was told to bring sunglasses but was utterly unwilling to admit it. Once, when he wore armour wherever he went he had a built in visor, he had tints! He squinted in the sun. Civilian life really was grim sometimes.

“Isn’t this nice.” Obi wan said, looking down at the nearby beach.

“We aren’t staying.” Cody told him shortly.

“Of course not dear, we are just here to collect Anakin.” Obi Wan agreed.

Cody gave him a suspicious side eye.

“Is the sun getting in your eyes, dear?” Obi Wan asked, tilting his head and looking at Cody through his own sunglasses, ridiculous bug eyed things.

“No. Not at all.” Cody lied.

Obi -Wan gave him a long look. Cody ignored it.

Eventually, Obi-Wan he spotted a map. “Ah look. Over here Cody. Look! There's a gift shop.”

“No.” Cody told him, flat, No gift shop.”

Obi Wan gave him a sad look.

“No.” Cody said again. He squinted at the map. “Where is the security office.”

Obi Wan sighed. “To the west.”

“Right lets go.”

Obi wan gave a pitiful sigh. Cody ignored that too.

Cody knew very well they’d be visiting one of the islands many gift shops before they left this forsaken place, there was no need for him to give in so early; Obi wan would only take advantage of such a weakness.

As they round the corner, a person dressed in a loose fitting grey costume, their whole head obscured by that of a rat, seems to pop-up out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of Cody.

“Have a Rat-tastic day!”

Cody will not be having a Rat-tastic day. He finds himself uncertain of what exactly a Rat-tastic day is, but he does know that he will most definitely not be having one."

Next, in this snippet, they finally visit the gift shop:

"Dear. Just pick a pair."

Cody continued to look at the sunglass stand in affront.

"I don't need any."

"Yes." Obi Wan gave him a stern look. "You do."

Cody gave the stand another spin, increasingly offended. "Does every pair have a rat?"

"Well…" Obi-Wan was looking towards the counter, where a sign declared that they where standing in an establishment of 'Rat-tastic Gifts'

Cody just scowled. "Why does the sun have to be so bright?" He made an irritated noise. "This place!" He huffed. "Couldn't Anakin have picked anywhere else?"

"Well, he was invited…"

"He had to accept! Who would accept an invite to Rat karking Island? Only Skywalker. Who would invite Skywalker to a Rat Island in the first place? The whole place seems like some demented way to torture people." He grumbled a few choice words under his breath.

"Dear…"

"Fine!" Cody picked out a pair with the least obstructive rat he could find, only a small metal rat shaped medallion on the end of each arm and a rat print that was, thankfully, reserved for the inside of the arms only.

As they made their way to the counter he caught Obi-Wan looking towards a display showing one of the worst rat costumes Cody had ever seen. It was made out of a kind of plush velveteen fabric that was quite frankly, monstrous. The thing was made of far too much material, giving it the appearance of wrinkly skin. And to add insult to the injury of having to see this thing (and see it he had, the staff in this place roamed the paths dressed in a collection of eclectic rodent outfits) the face was… The eyes. They boggled. The whiskers, were wonky. It was barely recognisable as a rat.

"NO." Cody managed, as he marched them to the counter.

"Feeling ratty?" The twilek at the counter greeted with a bright smile.

Cody swallowed a small amount of bile. "We are not." He grunted.

The shop assistant seemed slightly caught for words, his lack of enthusiasm halting her usual script. She looked to the sunglasses down on the counter. "Ah. Soon!" She threatened, with a smile.

When they left the shop, Obi Wan burst in to laughter.

"Soon!" Cody repeated. "I karking hope not. This place is like a cult."

Obi-Wan took one look at his face and burst in to renewed wheezes.

rat island is...ongoing. in the meantime, @felixeis003 has created an amazing piece of art of it here:

#notthereply #wip ask game #ask game #mywriting ntwyw #my writing ntwyw #snippet

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iwaoiness · 19 days

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Where's the good in goodbye

His mother gently pinches his cheeks once more, makes him promise for the thirtieth time that he will take care of himself and beat up any racist he encounters, and hugs him tightly before finally letting go and joining his husband, who continues to keep his sunglasses on in an attempt to disguise his tear-reddened eyes. They tell him they're going for coffee and Hajime nods.

Iwaizumi hastily brushes away the tears from his cheeks, gathering his resolve before turning to confront Oikawa. His eyes remain fixed on the ground, his brow furrowed, his lips drawn into a trembling line, and his nose tinged with red. Hajime smiles, a bitter mixture of sadness and love, because he has not yet boarded the plane and already misses him so much that it hurts where his heart dwells.

"What a crybaby" He says, his voice too hoarse and too low to get the mocking effect he wanted.

But it's enough for Oikawa to glare at him, his chocolate eyes wrapped in a crystalline coating on the verge of shattering.

"You're one to talk, Cryjime."

Iwaizumi laughs, stretching his arms out towards the love of his life.

"Come here, Tooru" And all it takes is those three words to make Oikawa collapses into sobs before hugging Hajime, who also holds him close, as if he wanted to rebuild him, as if he wanted to cage Oikawa inside him so as never to lose it.

They feel that something is torn inside them, that their hearts are now not beating, but stabbing. Not only Tooru is saying goodbye to Hajime, Hajime is also saying goodbye to Tooru because in ten days, when Iwaizumi starts his classes at UCI, Oikawa will be on his way to San Juan, and there won't be time or enough money yet to be able to travel. And this is what hurts them the most because it is the first time they're separated without knowing when they will be able to see each other again, whether it will be weeks, months or even years from now. Despite leaving Japan because there is not enough room for so much ambition, they are still children. Children on the other side of the world, in a foreign land, where culture is alien and language a barrier to be broken. Where they will have to learn by themselves to anesthetize loneliness and nostalgia in order to continue walking without feeling so much pain.

"Don't forget to do the house tour" Tooru whispers, the voice raspy and wet, as his hand strokes the hair at the nape of Iwaizumi's neck. Iwaizumi chuckles softly, his fingertips tracing soothing patterns along Oikawa's back, as he knows he likes.

"I won't."

"And call me once you arrive."

“Okay”

"And make sure to take good care of the lucky charm Takeru and I made you."

"Mmh" Hajime hums, sinking his face deeper into Oikawa's shoulder, taking a deep breath of his soft perfume, straining to remember it until they meet again.

"And you suck at doing laundry.” Oikawa continues, nestling deeper into the hug, sniffling through his nose before running the back of his hand across his cheeks. “I know you'll put white and coloured clothes together, so I stuffed colour catcher wipes in your suitcase."

"Are you my mom now?" teases Hajime, his smile growing wider as he feels Tooru's laughter reverberate against his chest.

"You wish, Iwa-chan"

They don't know how long they're still there, hugging and talking. Neither still able to look each other in the eye without feeling the urge to tear up the tickets and make the stay a little longer.

But the mechanical voice over the public address system alerting the passengers of the flight to Los Angeles, reminds that time is running against them.

Hajime holds onto Tooru a little tighter before reluctantly pulling away, though his hands remain linked around Oikawa's waist. They search each other's gaze, tattoo the colours of their eyes in their memory for fear that they will fade until they meet again, and then, Oikawa cradles Hajime's face between his hands, caresses his wet cheeks with his thumbs and they both close their eyes before kissing.

It's soft, it involves everything they can't express by speaking and it makes it seem like saying goodbye is less difficult.

"I have to go now" Hajime murmurs against his lips before kissing him once more.

"I know" Tooru whispers back, stealing yet another kiss.

They had hardly slept the previous night, etching their presence onto each other's skin, kissing until their lips hurt, transforming words into unbreakable promises. They had gazed at each other, committing even the smallest mole to memory, smiling and embracing as if tomorrow would never arrive.

"Wait, I have one last thing for you" Hajime interrupts, stepping away to retrieve his backpack, which he had left nearby, leaning against one of the pillars alongside the rest of his luggage. He crouches down in front of it, unzips the large pocket, and retrieves his favourite cap—the one adorned with the embroidered Godzilla figure next to the kanjis. With one swift shake, he unfolds it before standing upright and returning to Oikawa. Iwaizumi smiles at his confused expression before placing the cap over his hair. "Give it back to me when we meet again, Trashykawa."

Tooru blinks, reaching up to touch the cap before mirroring Iwaizumi's smile and nodding.

There's one last hug, a take good care of yourself, eat well and don't overdo like the idiot you are and an I love you too, Iwa-chan. Then Hajime's parents return. Tooru joins them, slipping an arm around Iwaizumi's mother, who reciprocates by wrapping her arm around his waist, while exchanging smiles with Iwaizumi's father, who offers encouraging pats on the back. They watches as Hajime swings his backpack behind his shoulders and hoists up his large suitcase, before turning to face them one last time.

There are no more words.

They wave goodbye, and as Hajime bows respectfully to his parents, tears well up in their eyes once more. Oikawa blinks rapidly, determined not to succumb to tears again. With that, he resumes walking towards the first security checkpoint, alone and without looking back.

The three of them linger in silence amidst the bustling Narita International Airport. Hajime's father noisily blows his nose with his sixth handkerchief of the day and his wife takes a deep breath.

"It seems like only yesterday when I first held him in my arms" She murmurs, her voice still tinged with moisture, yet softened with the tenderness only a mother can have.

Oikawa gives his second mother a gentle squeeze, tilting his head over her.

"Hajime will be fine. Even though he's a brute, he's responsible and strong."

"I know" She smiles warmly, patting his hand gently. "And I know you'll be fine in Argentina too, but saying goodbye to him and you will still hurt so much."

And Tooru understands that feeling so well. After all, he has just bid farewell to his soul.

...

i think i didnt wrote about iwaoi saying goodbye at the airport until now omg, hope u enjoyed it!!

u can find this and me on my ao3 🌻

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uraveragelonelyhuman · 1 year

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Arcane pet headcannons

She has a bulldog and a ratty ass Chihuahua

Dumbass named the Chihuahua something dumb like "Sniffles"

Bulldog is probably "JJ"

You would think the bulldog was the guard dog

Ha, you're wrong

The Chihuahua when you get even a MILLIMETER close to Vi, its biting your fucking ankles

Better run because bitch is CHASING you down

It's like it downed a entire red bull, monster and starbucks venti latte with 19 shots of espresso in 0.1 seconds

Pray bitch

Cause you are not making it out alive

See ya in hell

The bulldog is just as scared of it too

Cowering behind Vi

Chihuahua made its territory known and not backing down

Probably dislikes and likes Cait all at once

Tiny mother fucker is bipolar as shit

Makes a weird face like its sniffing Vi's horrendous farts every 3 seconds

The bulldog is a sweetheart

Would never hurt anyone

Loves cuddling

Is the definition of lap dog because it doesn't leave Vi alone

Will fall asleep anywhere and at any time

Has fallen asleep on the Chihuahua multiple times

Probably stole Caitlyn's pomeranian

Loved it too much not too

Cait isn't getting it back

Walking through the lanes with the dogs who have sunglasses on all at once

Cool dog mom 10/10

EKKO

He has a snake

Probably a ball python

Takes amazing care of it

Most of the time is holding it

And by holding it I mean bitch is wrapping itself around his neck

Not enough to choke amazing Ekko out, don't worry

He good, he good

Loves scaring people with it though

Chases Scar around the hideout with it

"Wanna touch it? C'mon! He likes you~"

"Ekko, I will murder you-"

Scar loves it, can you tell?

One time was interrogating someone at the hideout for info on Silco's operation and out of nowhere the goon started SCREAMING

Bro was confused until he saw his snake slithering down the goons stomach all calm

Goon immediately wanted the snake off of him and gave all the info needed

So now Ekko, when interrogating someone, usually has his snake doing his little thang for a good luck charm

It brings the good tension and intimidation needed

A little dance every now and then

The snake loves the tree

Climbs it everyday

Snake loves him 100/10

The best snake owner known to man

The kids like watching his snake

How he distracts the annoying little shits

VIKTOR

He has a mouse

Probably liked them so much because in the lanes he saw a lot of them

Probably started an army

Little Viktor walking around the lanes with thousands of em swarming behind him

Probably all on drugs

When he left the lanes he probably found one in Piltover

Gave him some nostalgia so he took it

Gave it some food and restored it's health so the little mouse trusted him

Now when he's working on a little device the mouse is most likely on his shoulder

Sometimes just chilling, eating some food but sometimes wants to be involved

Viktor made him his own lab goggles

You've never lived until you've seen this man all focused and shit, his mouse on his shoulder as they both stare intently down at his gadget

1000/10 talks back to the mouse

*Squeak*

"I should do that, Mousecateir."

"Viktor...what the fuck-"

Jayce has walked in on his conversations with the mouse

Stood there for a good 20 seconds before high tailing it out of there

Booked a therapy appointment and definitely snitched to Mel

Viktor has lost it

Made a dam army suit for his mouse

They shall rule the world

SEVIKA

Has a hamster

But this ain't no normal hamster, no, no

This hamster is CLINGING to its last cells of life

Bro regenerates with every breath he takes

Sevika just won't let the little shit go

Even if she tried

Little man refuses to give up

Well past its expiration date

She doesn't even remember when she got it

That's how old the shit ball is

Thinks it dies at least 10 times a day

Freaks out every time but the hamster wakes up every damn time

Y'know how moms wake up when you barely poke them?

Like that.

Like it just got back from WAR and has PTSD

Eyes wide and shaking

Sevika honestly doesn't know what to do

Probably hasn't even drunk any water in well over a year

Or food

Living off the mere urge to live past its comrades in the walls

Jinx loves it though

Loves terrorizing it

Not on purpose

Probably is the reason all its hairs are graying

Probably loses its hair and is now bald

Looks like a shaved ball sack ngl

Man can't even walk no more

Sevika once turned to fast and this little mf went flying at the wall

AND STILL SURVIVED

Sevika found it two days later

"Oh my god, just give up already."

*aggressive squeaking*

"Okay, geez."

Probably will outlive Sevika and society

SILCO

Has a hairless cat

And a crusty white grandma dog

Dog is probably as old as him

Shaking with every step

Can't even walk properly now

The cat just sits there most of the time

Usually just staring at the ones in his office till they leave

Gets along with the dog surprisingly

Jinx probably got him the cat as a surprise

Told her to get rid of it

But as every prophecy foretold, he ended up loving the creature

Feeds it better than anyone

Of course other than Jinx

Loves his animals

The dog is crusty af though

Has been sitting with Jinx the past few years

Help it, please

Probably has had its hair dyed a few times

Scared of Jinx 100/100

Dog will never die

Cat sits on it's back

Took its dog bed

Dog took its cat bed

Love them both

The cat always sits in the rafters with Jinx

Brings her things she forgot

Steals her stuff too

Also sits on Silco's head

Has fallen onto his head from the rafters

Looks unbothered but was screaming inside

JINX

Has a bird

And a black cat

She took the bird, which is a crow, because she got tired of it squawking

So she just plucked it from the arcade after she saw it staring, wide beaked at her after she shot its mother

Has a pretty cage set up for it

Makes little outfits for it and her cat everyday and all day

It sits on her head all the time, like Silco's cat

She talks to the bird all the time, the bird talks back

She's argues with it everyday

Silco has become worried

Talks to it more than the voices

Bird does it on purpose because it knows she doesn't like the voices

Has sometimes pecked at her forehead but it's alright

Threatens to cook and eat it on a daily basis

Bird calls her bullshit

Has pulled on her braids a lot when mad at her

Then flies away when she tried to swat at it

A love hate relationship really

The black cat is because she once heard black cats bring back luck

And she's a jinx so she thought it was a match made in heaven

She found it in the back alley of the last drop

Immediately took it

Didn't care if it had an owner, hers now

She called dibs

Definitely has it on her lab when making bombs and gadgets

She loves it when the cat purrs, it's like a little engine

Names it Whisker, no argument

I will not be hearing anyone out

Names the bird chicken leg

Or barbeque

The bird doesn't like it but she don't care

Barbeque and Whisker hate each other

Has to keep them separate at all times

Or she puts them in time out

Which is usually just her faking them at each other as she makes them apologize

Loves her animals though

Even if they are little shits

#arcane x reader #arcane headcanon #arcane headers #arcane gif #arcane sevika #sevika fluff #sevika arcane #arcane viktor #viktor arcane headcanons #arcane jinx #jinx arcane #arcane ekko #ekko arcane #arcane silco #silco arcane

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jarmes · 5 months

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Homestuck: Beyond Canon Fanfic - Yiffy's Mother

The first thing Yiffy notices is that the woman standing before her looks like her mother. She has her long, messy dark hair, the big glasses, the protruding teeth, and the pointy white ears. Except, she’s young. Younger than Yiffy, maybe. And, the smell is wrong. She smells like dried blood. She hovers in the air, with eyes darker than the darkest night, and stares at Yiffy.

Yiffy growls.

Use your words, Yiffany.

the imposter says without moving her lips. Yiffy winces as the words appear in her brain, overriding her thoughts, keeping her from thinking about anything but the imposter’s command.

YIFFY: FUCK YOU

DAVE: oh shit boss i dont think doggy girl is happy to see you

The imposter’s retainers emerge from the shadows. To her left stands a troll with red wings, curved horns, and a massive smile. Something about her makes Yiffy afraid, more afraid than she’s ever been. To the imposter’s right is a metal man with red sunglasses, holding a sword. She recognizes him from the photos. Dave Strider, her mom’s husband, deceased for several years. He has no face, just the sunglasses, making it impossible to ascertain his emotion.

You’ve traveled far to reach us. Past the plot point, through the darkest reaches of space. Do you know why?

YIFFY: TO KILL YOU

That is what you think your purpose is. Unfortunately, this is the moment is pulled away and the wizard is revealed to be a man, a simple inventor who has controlled his kingdom through endless lies. Do you know why you want to kill me?

YIFFY: BECAUSE YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS

I did. But that is not why you are here. You are here because I have willed it.

YIFFY: FUCK YOU

You are repeating yourself.

Yiffy snarls at the demon wearing her mother’s face. She charges forward and lunges at the imposter. The retainers stop her. Yiffy freezes, midair, as the troll summons glowing hears. She can’t move, no matter how hard she tries. She feels like she’s choking as her lungs are locked in place by the power of a god.

Strider holds his sword up to Yiffy’s throat. With a single motion, he could kill her. If she wasn’t frozen, she would try and bite him.

DAVE: you need to get a cool sword

DAVE: or a shitty one i guess

DAVE: the point is you probably could have hit her with a bit more reach

DAVE: like wed all think you had failed and then you would say youre already dead and a bunch of blood would explode out like in a samurai film

Dave.

DAVE: plus it fits with the family bloodline and stuff

DAVE: youre my niece right

DAVE: nice to meet you

DAVE: i like the nostalgia critic outfit

Dave.

ARADIA: dave i think youre talking too much again

DAVE: yeah that happens

Strider sheathes his sword and the troll unfreezes time. Yiffy crashes down onto the floor in front of the imposter.

ARADIA: if its any consolation

ARADIA: death isnt really a big deal

ARADIA: lots of people die

ARADIA: weve all died

ARADIA: me and dave again and again

ARADIA: your friends are probably having the time of their lives!!!

Yiffy spits on the imposter’s leg. She doesn’t react.

You are not here to kill me. Because, of course, that could not happen unless I allowed it, and dying now would be inconvenient for my duties. You are here because I have allowed you to come here, my child.

YIFFY: YOU ARENT MY MOM

Correct. I am not Jade Harley, although I have been using her corpse as an outfit for many years. But, in many ways, I am more a parent to you than either of your mothers.

YIFFY: WHAT

My name is Calliope. Not the fearful murdered side character hiding in your grandmother’s basement, the better version. A version of Calliope who won. I created you, Yiffany. You would not exist if not for my intervention.

YIFFY: FUCK OFF

Let me tell you a story.

DAVE: yay storytime

Once, there was a group of children, who were ripped from their lives and forced to play a terrible game. The game broke them down, through pain and death, and rebirthed them as heroes. A terrible man, my brother, served as the ultimate boss of this game. Those heroes, rather than follow the path the game set before them, ran away to a paradise called Earth C. I became the shepherd of this Garden of Eden and watched as they lived happy lives. But, one of them, the Prince, was unsatisfied with happiness. He wanted the story to continue. And, to continue, it needed conflict. It needed a villain. A monster, a replacement for my brother. The Prince decided to be that become that villain. He escaped from Earth C so he could spread pain through existence. And, as the caretaker of a conflict-free world, it became my job to stop him.

YIFFY: WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING

The Prince is powerful. Almost as strong as me. He cannot be killed by conventional means. He is a metatextual being and can only be killed by a metatextual weapon. You, Yiffany, are my weapon.

YIFFY: WHAT

The Prince has complete control over his piece of existence. The only way to kill him is with something that should have never existed. A concept so ungodly stupid that, if he were to ever come into contact with it, he would cease to be.

To defeat my foe, I was forced to damage my paradise. I controlled the heroes like puppets, making them do things they would never do. I forced them to create my weapon. First, I had your surrogate and her wife adopt and raise a clone of Vriska. A deeply, deeply bad concept. But, unfortunately, not bad enough. Next, I created your friend Tavros. A child of rape, born from a hero twisted beyond recognition. A cowardly boy molested by a clown. Surely he would be enough! And yet, he was not potent enough. But with you, I created perfection.

Yiffany Longstocking Lalonde-Harley. You should not exist. You are a living plothole who exists because I forced your mothers to abandon their values. The Prince fears you, Yiffany. He knows that you can kill him.

YIFFY: WHY DID YOU MAKE VRISSY AND TAV IF YOU WERE JUST GOING TO KILL THEM

They ceased to have any purpose in my plans. And, when I restored my paradise to how it should have been, they could not have been part of it. Better to get them out of the way now. Besides, their deaths made it easy to control you.

YIFFY: NOBODY CONTROLS ME

The Prince was smart. He removed himself from my domain as soon as my plans began. But, I managed to chase him here, to this land of abominations. And you, you worthless abomination, you heard my words in your head and chased them here. You have never made a choice in your entire life. You are a puppet, dragged around by the string, deluding herself into thinking she’s in control. It’s sad, really.

Yiffy lunges at Calliope, but she’s too slow. The Muse teleports to the other side of the room, completely fine. Yiffy crawls to her feet.

YIFFY: IF I CAN KILL DIRK

YIFFY: THEN I CAN KILL YOU TOO

Correct. Unfortunately, you will not get the chance.

YIFFY: ILL KILL STRIDER AND THE TROLL

YIFFY: MAKE YOU FEEL HOW I FELT WHEN YOU KILLED TAV AND VRISSY

Calliope laughs. I don’t need the time players to defeat you. I am more powerful than you could possibly imagine.

Yiffy charges at her. After a few steps, she trips, falling onto the hard stone floor. As she tries to stand up, she feels a sharp pain in her chest. A heart attack, from years of annoying anger anger. She gasps for air, but the pain is too strong for her to even take in a breathe. She looks up at me, at her true mother. She realizes that I am controlling this, just as I have controlled everything. She knows that her only chance to live is to bow. Tiffany crawls to her feet and lowers her head.

Good girl. Let’s go kill the Prince.

#yiffy homestuck #homestuck #homestuck fanfic #fanfiction #yiffany longstocking lalonde harley #calliope homestuck #dave strider #aradia homestuck #beyond canon #homestuck^2 #dirk strider

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elkenbulwark · 5 months

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𝐷&𝐷 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆 ; //

[more 'highlights' in a section indicate who your character will vibe with more / would be best class suited for them if they weren't what they are now.]

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑁 ⚔ toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs.

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐷 ⚔ homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

𝐶𝐿𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐶 ⚔ list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams.

𝐷𝑅𝑈𝐼𝐷 ⚔ bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle [and failing w/tusks lmao], summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants.

𝐹𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝐸𝑅 ⚔ goose bumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most.

𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐾 ⚔ always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things.

𝑃𝐴𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁 ⚔ school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather.

𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅 ⚔ herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

𝑅𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸 ⚔ flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

𝑆𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑅 ⚔ infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾 ⚔ knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝑊𝐼𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷 ⚔ piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecisions, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day.

[ Results - ]

6 // barbarian, fighter, ranger 5 // sorcerer, druid 4 // warlock 3 // bard, paladin, wizard 2 // cleric, rogue 💀(don't @ me ren and vesz-) 0 // (do not interact 😂) // monk

tagging: @apalestar , @illithidtouched , @burtai , @ehrendiil , @wildskissed , @gorethought , @doighnadair , @luneheir , @ode-of-odr , @halforc-mercenary , @bluescalearchivist , @ you!!

#//i do bold/color cuz my eyesight is woof but yeah~#//do the thing #long post #dash games #hc ; // roll history check #birvor ; // shiny side down

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 2 years

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PET HEADCANNONS

(Hey! These ideas came from @visukq on TikTok! Check them out! Anyways, here ya go, Enjoy!!)

She has a bulldog and a ratty ass Chihuahua

Dumbass named the Chihuahua something dumb like "Sniffles"

Bulldog is probably "JJ"

You would think the bulldog was the like big one or the protective one

Ha, you're wrong

The Chihuahua when you get even a MILLIMETER close to Vi, its biting your fucking ankles

Better run because bitch is CHASING you down

It's like it downed a entire red bull, monster and starbucks venti latte with 19 shots of espresso in 0.1 seconds

Pray bitch

Cause you are not making it out alive

See ya in hell

The bulldog is just as scared of it too

Cowering behind Vi

Chihuahua made its territory known and not backing down

Probably dislikes and likes Cait all at once

Tiny mother fucker is bipolar as shit

Makes a weird face like its sniffing Vi's horrendous farts every 3 seconds

The bulldog is a sweetheart

Would never hurt anyone

Loves cuddling

Is the definition of lap dog because it doesn't leave Vi alone

Will fall asleep anywhere and at any time

Has fallen asleep on the Chihuahua multiple times

Probably stole Caitlyn's pomeranian

Loved it too much not too

Cait isn't getting it back

Walking through the lanes with the dogs who have sunglasses on all at once

Cool dog mom 10/10

EKKO

He has a snake

Probably a ball python

Takes amazing care of it

Most of the time is holding it

And by holding it I mean bitch is wrapping itself around his neck

Not enough to choke amazing Ekko out, don't worry

He good, he good

Loves scaring people with it though

Chases Scar around the hideout with it

"Wanna touch it? C'mon! He likes you~"

"Ekko, I will murder you-"

Scar loves it, can you tell?

One time was interrogating someone at the hideout for info on Silco's operation and out of nowhere the goon started SCREAMING

Bro was confused until he saw his snake slithering down the goons stomach all calm

Goon immediately wanted the snake off of him and gave all the info needed

So now Ekko, when interrogating someone, usually has his snake doing his little thang for a good luck charm

It brings the good tension and intimidation needed

A little dance every now and then

The snake loves the tree

Climbs it everyday

Snake loves him 100/10

The best snake owner known to man

The kids like watching his snake

How he distracts the annoying little shits

VIKTOR

He has a mouse

Probably liked them so much because in the lanes he saw a lot of them

Probably started an army

Little Viktor walking around the lanes with thousands of em swarming behind him

Probably all on drugs

When he left the lanes he probably found one in Piltover

Gave him some nostalgia so he took it

Gave it some food and restored it's health so the little mouse trusted him

Now when he's working on a little device the mouse is most likely on his shoulder

Sometimes just chilling, eating some food but sometimes wants to be involved

Viktor made him his own lab goggles

You've never lived until you've seen this man all focused and shit, his mouse on his shoulder as they both stare intently down at his gadget

1000/10 talks back to the mouse

*Squeak*

"I should do that, Mousecateir."

"Viktor...what the fuck-"

Jayce has walked in on his conversations with the mouse

Stood there for a good 20 seconds before high tailing it out of there

Booked a therapy appointment and definitely snitched to Mel

Viktor has lost it

Made a dam army suit for his mouse

They shall rule the world

SEVIKA

Has a hamster

But this ain't no normal hamster, no, no

This hamster is CLINGING to its last cells of life

Man regenerates with every breath he takes

Sevika just won't let the little shit go

Even if she tried

Little man refuses to give up

Well past its expiration date

She doesn't even remember when she got it

That's how old the shit ball is

Thinks it dies at least 10 times a day

Freaks out every time but the hamster wakes up every damn time

Y'know how moms wake up when you barely poke them?

Like that.

Like it just got back from WAR and has PTSD

Eyes wide and shaking

Sevika honestly doesn't know what to do

Probably hasn't even drunk any water in well over a year

Or food

Living off the mere urge to live past its comrades in the walls

Jinx loves it though

Loves terrorizing it

Not on purpose

Probably is the reason all its hairs are graying

Probably loses its hair and is now bald

Looks like a shaved ball sack ngl

Man can't even walk no more

Sevika once turned to fast and this little mf went flying at the wall

AND STILL SURVIVED

Sevika found it two days later

"Oh my god, just give up already."

*aggressive squeaking*

"Okay, geez."

Probably will outlive Sevika and society

SILCO

Has a hairless cat

And a crusty white grandma dog

Dog is probably as old as him

Shaking with every step

Can't even walk properly now

The cat just sits there most of the time

Usually just staring at the ones in his office till they leave

Gets along with the dog surprisingly

Jinx probably got him the cat as a surprise

Told her to get rid of it

But as every prophecy foretold, he ended up loving the creature

Feeds it better than anyone

Of course other than Jinx

Loves his animals

The dog is crusty af though

Has been sitting with Jinx the past few years

Help it, please

Probably has had its hair dyed a few times

Scared of Jinx 100/100

Dog will never die

Cat sits on it's back

Took its dog bed

Dog took its cat bed

Love them both

The cat always sits in the rafters with Jinx

Brings her things she forgot

Steals her stuff too

Also sits on Silco's head

Has fallen onto his head from the rafters

Looks unbothered but was screaming inside

JINX

Has a bird

And a black cat

She took the bird, which is a crow, because she got tired of it squawking

So she just plucked it from the arcade after she saw it staring, wide beaked at her after she shot its mother

Has a pretty cage set up for it

Makes little outfits for it and her cat everyday and all day

It sits on her head all the time, like Silco's cat

Has sometimes pecked at her forehead but it's alright

Threatens to cook and eat it on a daily basis

Bird calls her bullshit

Argues with the bird all the time, bird mainly argues back to distract her from the voices

Silco is concerned

Has pulled on her braids a lot when mad at her

Then flies away when she tried to swat at it

A love hate relationship really

The black cat is because she once heard black cats bring back luck

And she's a jinx so she thought it was a match made in heaven

She found it in the back alley of the last drop

Immediately took it

Didn't care if it had an owner, hers now

She called dibs

Definitely has it on her lap when making bombs and gadgets

She loves it when the cat purrs, it's like a little engine

Names it Whisker, no argument

I will not be hearing anyone out

Names the bird chickqen leg

Or barbeque

The bird doesn't like it but she don't care

Barbeque and Whisker hate each other

Has to keep them separate at all times

Or she puts them in time out

Which is usually just her faking them at each other as she makes them apologize

Loves her animals though

Even if they are little shits

#arcane #arcane ekko #arcane violet #ekko arcane #vi arcane #arcane jinx #jinx arcane #viktor arcane #arcane sevika #arcane headcanon #arcane silco #jayce arcane #arcane mel

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randomvarious · 9 months

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Today's compilation:

Now That's What I Call Music! 7 2001 R&B / Hip Hop / Dance-Pop / Pop / Teen Pop / Alternative Rock / Pop-Rock

Hey, gang, it's time for another look back at some of those early 2000s, with this spoonful of top 40 and radio nostalgia, provided by the most pervasive compilation series that the US has and will probably ever know, the one and only Now That's What I Call Music!

So, let's first set the mood right with an ad for this particular release, shall we? And, by the way, when you order it by credit card or check/debit, you'll also receive a Now sunglass case absolutely free! Wow!! 😲😎🆒

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So, this seventh installment of Now actually appears to represent a pretty significant change for this whole series, because, for the first time, with this highly popular enterprise that had been pretty much aimed exclusively at kids, the executive decision was finally made to *really* let hip hop in. See, prior to this album, the first six volumes of Now had only ever included a total of *three* rap tunes on them: Jay-Z's "Hard Knock Life," Mystikal's "Shake It Fast," and The Rugrats Movie theme, "Take Me There," by Blackstreet and Mýa, featuring Blinky Blink and Mase (and if you wanna be charitable, there was also Limp Bizkit's "Nookie" too, I guess). So, with a pretty glaring omission of a very popular genre such as hip hop, those releases made for predominant blends of mostly teen pop, adult contemporary, and radio-friendly alterna-rock. And that no doubt still yielded a solid reproduction of hits from the conglomeration of labels that agreed to join forces and put out these CDs and cassettes in the first place, but they were also pretty clearly somewhat incomplete too.

But with this album, things were starting to shift around a bit, and rap was getting its due at the expense of less alterna-rock, and since the boy band wars were coming to a close, slightly less teen pop as well. So, on this seventh volume of Now, we finally see five songs that could be categorized as hip hop: Nelly's "Ride Wit Me;" Mystikal's "Danger (Been So Long);" R. Kelly's "Fiesta Remix," which featured Jay-Z and Boo & Gotti; Eve's "Let Me Blow Ya Mind;" and The Neptunes' remix of the Backstreet Boys' "The Call," which featured Clipse. Clearly, a very big and sudden change here.

But of course, there was still some teen pop, alterna-rock, and a whole lot of R&B to surround all this newly introduced rap music too. And no tune among them happened to go any harder than Destiny's Child's' "Survivor," a song that took the group's criticisms and jokes made about their own personnel turnover to task and ended up resulting in the most ferocious and intense single that they'd ever made; an absolute, certified, string-frenzied banger that you can cathartically wallop a punching bag to 🥊😤. Beyoncé's entry is just so electrifying on this one, and the chorus' constant background chants of "What?" à la DMX, are super infectious too.

And following that one, in order to calm things down a bit, was Janet Jackson's relaxed dance-pop smash, "All for You," which goes on a little bit of a disco tip of its own, thanks to its sampling of those rich keys from Change's "The Glow of Love," a 1980 song that, just two years prior, had also been famously sampled by UK dance duo Phats & Small for their own enormous global house hit, "Turn Around." And to bring all of this full circle here, guess what the name of Phats & Small's debut album was that included that "Turn Around" tune on it? Now Phats What I Small Music! 😮

Also, who could forget that socially conscious and gratuitously gritty portrayal of impoverished single motherhood, "What Would You Do," by New Jersey one-hit wonder City High, that also happened to be a total singalong bop and managed to climb all the way up to #8 on the Billboard Hot 100? And it had that iconic, completely unexpected beat change on its bridge to Dr. Dre's "The Next Episode" too? Huh?!? A pretty essential entry for one of those 'Only Y2K Kids Will Remember These Songs' kinda list, though, I think.

And yet, despite the fact that 2000 and 2001 had clearly produced a lot of quality mainstream hip hop and R&B tunes, the most played song on American radio in 2001 was still a rock track. And, absurdly, it was that inescapable piece of soft and tamed post-grunge, "Hanging by a Moment," by Christian contemporary band Lifehouse. Certainly a fun one to listen back to and reminisce on, but in hindsight, it also happens to sound like pretty damn generic garbage 😅. And the ridiculous Eddie Vedder/Scott Weiland/Scott Stapp vocal affect definitely didn't help things either. How did we all just sit there and, not only tolerate, but fully embrace that gimmick for so long?! It's so bad!

And last, but certainly not least, on this album is American Hi-Fi's "Flavor of the Weak," a super catchy tune that, along with SR-71's "Right Now," really seemed to presage that whole Warped Tour-branded deluge of safety scissors-power pop-mall punk that was on the way. That pair of similar singles would come out in the latter half of 2000 and hit big on Billboard's alternative chart, and then acts like New Found Glory, Simple Plan, Good Charlotte, Sum 41, and Avril Lavigne would all soon achieve fame over the next couple years. And as stupid as it was, you have to admit that the "too stoned; Nintendo" line was actually also kinda perfect!

So, a bit of a different excursion here with this seventh volume of Now. And maybe it was a little risky too, to change the formula in order to include a whole lot more hip hop on it, especially when plenty of parents were still very averse to allowing their kids to listen to the genre. But those fears were most likely assuaged when the numbers started rolling in: #1 on the Billboard 200 album chart, the series' highest opening week in sales at 621,000 copies sold, a triple-platinum seller, and their first installment to hit Billboard's Top R&B/Hip Hop Albums chart too, managing to peak at #3. Volume 7 was one of the series' biggest commercial successes to date, and it clearly proved that the hip hop was certainly capable of helping the series move some serious units 🤑.

Another terrific trip down memory lane here, courtesy of this extremely popular series 🥰.

Highlights:

Destiny's Child - "Survivor" Janet Jackson - "All for You" Samantha Mumba - "Baby, Come Over (This Is Our Night)" Jennifer Lopez - "Play" Backstreet Boys - "The Call (Neptunes Remix W/ rap)" 3LW - "Playas Gon' Play" Nelly feat. City Spud - "Ride Wit Me" Mystikal feat. Nivea - "Danger (Been So Long)" R. Kelly feat. Jay-Z, Boo, Gotti - "Fiesta Remix" Eve - "Let Me Blow Ya Mind" City High - "What Would You Do" Lifehouse - "Hanging by a Moment" American Hi-Fi - "Flavor of the Weak"

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enemies2loversfanatic · 1 year

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Hi besties! Sorry it took so long to put another fic out:( I'm not super happy with this one but hey what can I do about it? Anyways! I hope you like it more than I do lol!

In this AU, Rafe Cameron is a famous Hollywood actor who comes back to his hometown for a break. You are a local girl who has known Rafe since childhood, but you haven't seen him in years.

It was a hot summer day in the small coastal town of Kildare. You were walking down Main Street, lost in thought, when you heard someone call your name. You turned around and saw Rafe Cameron, your childhood friend, leaning against his fancy rental car.

"Y/N! Is that you?" Rafe exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

You stared at him for a moment, taking in his chiseled jawline, his perfectly styled hair, and his designer sunglasses. Rafe had always been good-looking, but now he looked like a movie star.

"Rafe! Oh my god, how are you?" you said, rushing over to give him a hug.

"I'm good, I'm good," Rafe said, wrapping his arms around you. "I'm just back in town for a little while. Figured I'd come say hi to some old friends."

"Wow, I can't believe it's been so long," you said, pulling away from him. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"I'm taking a break from filming," Rafe said. "I needed to get away from L.A. for a bit."

"Filming?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you know, movies and stuff," Rafe said, shrugging. "I'm an actor now, Y/N."

You laughed. "Of course you are. You always did love the spotlight."

Rafe grinned at you. "You know me too well, Y/N."

As you caught up with Rafe, walking down Main Street, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. You and Rafe had grown up together in Kildare, and you had been best friends for as long as you could remember. You used to do everything together - riding bikes, playing hide and seek, exploring the woods.

But then Rafe's family had moved away, and you had lost touch. You had heard rumors that Rafe had gone to Hollywood to pursue an acting career, but you had never paid much attention. You had your own life in Kildare - a job at the local diner, a few close friends, and a small apartment.

"So, what about you, Y/N?" Rafe asked, breaking you out of your thoughts. "What have you been up to?"

"Oh, nothing too exciting," you said, shrugging. "Just working at the diner, hanging out with friends. Same old, same old."

Rafe looked at you with a curious expression. "You seem...different, somehow."

"Different how?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious.

"I don't know, just...older, I guess," Rafe said. "More mature. More...beautiful."

You felt your cheeks turn red. "Stop it, Rafe, you're embarrassing me."

Rafe laughed. "I'm serious, Y/N. You look amazing."

You felt a flutter in your stomach. You had always had a crush on Rafe, ever since you were kids. But you had never told him - it had always felt too risky, too vulnerable. And now, seeing him again after all these years, those feelings were flooding back.

As you and Rafe continued down Main Street, you couldn't help but notice the way

he still had that same charming smile and infectious laugh that drew you to him in the first place. But as much as you wanted to confess your feelings, you couldn't shake the fear that it might ruin the friendship you've built over the years.

The rest of the day passed quickly, with Rafe showing you around town and catching up on old times. As the sun began to set, Rafe suggested grabbing dinner at a nearby seafood restaurant.

"Sounds great," you said, trying to hide your excitement.

As you sat across from Rafe at the restaurant, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness. You had never gone out to dinner with Rafe before - this was new territory for you.

"So, tell me more about this acting gig," you said, trying to break the tension.

Rafe grinned. "It's been amazing, Y/N. I never thought I'd be able to make a living doing something I love so much."

"That's incredible," you said, genuinely happy for him.

"But it's not all sunshine and rainbows," Rafe said, his expression turning serious. "It's a tough business, you know. A lot of rejection. A lot of people telling you you're not good enough."

You reached across the table and took Rafe's hand. "I'm sure you're amazing, Rafe. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Rafe smiled at you gratefully. "Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot."

As the night wore on, you found yourself feeling more and more comfortable around Rafe. You talked about everything from your favorite movies to your childhood memories, laughing and joking as if no time had passed at all.

But as the night drew to a close, you couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. You didn't want the night to end, but you knew it had to.

"Thanks for a great night, Rafe," you said, standing up from the table.

"Anytime, Y/N," Rafe said, standing up as well. "I had a blast."

As you walked outside the restaurant, Rafe stopped you with a hand on your arm.

"Y/N, wait," he said, his eyes searching yours. "I know we haven't seen each other in a while, but...I feel like there's something here. Something between us."

You felt your heart leap into your throat. Could it be possible that Rafe felt the same way you did?

"I know this might sound crazy, but...would you like to go out with me again?" Rafe asked, his expression hopeful.

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. This was everything you had ever wanted.

"Yes, Rafe," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I would love to."

Rafe's face broke into a smile. "Really? You mean it?"

"Yes, I mean it," you said, grinning from ear to ear.

As Rafe walked you back to your apartment, the two of you held hands and talked about all the things you wanted to do together. It felt like a dream come true.

But as much as you wanted to believe that this was real, a part of you still couldn't shake the fear that it was too good to be true. You had been hurt before, and you didn't want to get hurt again.

Over the next few weeks, you and Rafe went out on a few more dates, exploring the town and trying new things. You found yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him, unable to imagine your life without him.

But there was always that nagging feeling in the back of your mind. What if it didn't work out? What if he found someone else? What if you weren't good enough for him?

One day, as you and Rafe were walking along the beach, you decided to confront him about your fears.

"Rafe, can I ask you something?" you said, your voice shaking.

"Of course he replied with a reassuring smile. "What if I'm not good enough for you?" you asked, looking down at your feet. Rafe took your hand and looked into your eyes. "You are more than enough for me, and I love you for who you are," he said, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

#rafe angst #rafe outer banks #rafe x you #rafe x reader #rafe cameron fic #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fluff

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farginen · 1 month

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𝕯&𝕯 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

more 'highlights' in a section indicate who your character will vibe with more / would be best class suited for them if they weren't what they are now.

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧: toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs.

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐝: homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜: list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams.

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐝: bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants.

𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫: goose bumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most.

𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐤: always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things.

𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧: school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather.

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫: herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫: infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤: knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝: piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day.

#fighter makes sense bc gunslinger subclass but PALADIN??? now im thinking about pally riza and im feeling unwell #much to think about #dash games.

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cooledtured · 5 months

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Axel Foley Returns in a New Era of Beverly Hills Cop

For generations, the name "Axel Foley" has conjured images of a banana-in-tailpipe-wielding detective, infectious disco grooves, and enough witty banter to fill a Beverly Hills mansion. Now, after thirty years, Eddie Murphy's iconic character is back in the driver's seat, cruising onto Netflix screens in a new chapter of the "Beverly Hills Cop" saga. The recent trailer for this long-awaited revival isn't just a nostalgia trip; it's a carefully crafted promise of a film that respects its roots while injecting a fresh dose of action and humor for a new generation.

The opening notes of the legendary "Axel F" theme are enough to send shivers down any fan's spine. It's not just a song; it's a portal back to 1984, when the original film burst onto the scene with audacious action sequences, hilarious one-liners, and a charismatic lead who redefined cool. The trailer cleverly taps into this nostalgia, showcasing Murphy sporting the iconic Detroit Lions jacket and dropping lines like "Still got the moves," sending a playful wink to the devoted followers who cheered Foley on all those years ago.

However, the trailer also hints at a film that's more than just a rehash of the past. The sun-drenched streets of Beverly Hills now share space with gleaming skyscrapers and cutting-edge technology, reflecting the city's evolution. Foley, too, seems to have aged just as gracefully as the city he once patrolled. The trailer emphasizes his experience, showcasing him effortlessly disarming a suspect before uttering the timeless line, "Just another day in paradise." This suggests a seasoned detective, still sharp and witty, but tempered by time and ready to face new challenges.

The action sequences, too, promise a modern twist on the franchise's signature blend of humor and thrills. Car chases weave through CGI-enhanced cityscapes, and explosive shootouts punctuate the comedic banter. However, the most intriguing aspect lies in the mystery itself. The trailer teases a high-stakes case involving corruption, technological warfare, and possibly even some familiar faces from the past. This blend of fresh intrigue and classic charm suggests a film that can resonate with both longtime fans and newcomers eager for a taste of Axel Foley's action-packed world.

Of course, the true heart of "Beverly Hills Cop" has always been Eddie Murphy. And even after three decades, he seems to effortlessly slip back into the shoes of Axel Foley. The trailer captures his comedic timing perfectly, from the playful smirk as he throws sunglasses back and forth to the exasperated sigh as he confronts a bumbling rookie cop. There's a comfortable confidence in his performance, a reminder that Foley may be older, but he's lost none of his swagger or sense of humor.

The return of "Beverly Hills Cop" is more than just a movie; it's a reunion, a celebration, and a gamble. It's a chance to recapture the magic of the original while proving that Foley's charm can transcend generations. The trailer may be just a glimpse, but it's enough to ignite anticipation and raise a question: can Axel Foley still rock the streets of Beverly Hills in a world of smartphones and drones? The answer, like the detective himself, promises to be both hilarious and unforgettable.

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DANIEL SIMMONS | Writer POP-COOLEDTURED SPECIALIST cooledtured.com | GROW YOUR COLLECTION

#@beverlyhillscop #BeverlyHillsCop #AxelFoley

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bluescalearchivist · 5 months

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𝐷&𝐷 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆 ; //

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𝐷𝑅𝑈𝐼𝐷 ⚔ bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants.

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3 // barbarian 4 // fighter 3 // ranger 2 // sorcerer 3 // druid 1 // warlock 4 // bard 3 // paladin 9 // wizard 6 // cleric rogue 💀(haw!) 2 // monk

tagging:@asharinhun, @fel-temptation, @miqojak, @lastofthebelmontsrp, and have @ you!! Thank you, @elkenbulwark

#rogue? no rogue #no thank you clearly #yer a wizard Viragosa #clearly #damn that was fun #Viragosa #getting to know you

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https://www.varsity.co.uk/music/23816

As we might expect from a singer whose first taste of the industry was being eliminated from The X Factor, Harry Styles again fails to impress with his most recent commercial product, Harry’s House. The album is a thirteen-track torture chamber, another festering pustule on the withered corpse of the music industry, and it has – of course – already broken records on Apple Music. Styles left One Direction in 2015, and has since focused on solo projects such as 2019’s Fine Line, a far better project than this newer output.

Styles’ career has, up to and including now, been predicated on creating the largest possible cultural splash while inciting the smallest risk to his public image. Despite accolades such as using gender non-conforming attire to become the first man to appear solo on the cover of Vogue magazine, Styles is ultimately a corporate beast, one governed entirely by following trends and trendsetting, and, with this newest album, he proves that his cultural influences and exploration have already worn incredibly thin, and are assumably only going to grow shallower with time.

Styles clearly took it upon himself to create this album in the most efficient way possible. To this end, he only included a handful of definable ideas across the 42-minute runtime. Almost every song deals solely with the same cliches – lover-turned-hater, nostalgia for love, unrequited love – that pop music has drained to the dregs for decades: moreover, the instrumental palette hardly varies from track to track, to the point that anyone suffering from audio-visual synesthesia might start seeing in grayscale.

Although we should learn to expect such shenanigans from the increasingly incestuous pool of pop music today, where every second song borrows heavily from music made by a more-deserving artist, Harry’s House has a few notable instances of plagiarism. The opening of “Music for a Sushi Restaurant”, for example, is practically identical to the opening of “Exceptional” by China Anne McClain: then there’s “Satellite”, the lyrics of which – “Spinning out, waiting for you” – are a direct ripoff of the same lyrical flow from “Accidentally in Love” by Counting Crows. There is a marked difference between paying homage – as Dua Lipa does on her brilliant album Future Nostalgia – and overcompensating for blandness, and Styles falls on the wrong side of this fine line.

Even if breaking down this album track-by-track is reminiscent of pouring away a pungent gallon of stratified milk, it’s an important exercise in demonstrating the sheer vacuum of ideas that this album, against all odds, manages to subsist on. The synthesised horns and inappropriate scat music of “Music for a Sushi Restaurant” fail to compensate for the facade of lyricism beneath, and the track ultimately feels like a hollowed-out shell of a sub-standard pop song, combined perhaps with excerpts from an Itsu’s menu. “Late Night Talking” provokes, if nothing else, a troubled sense of hilarity, exposing as it does the fact that Styles has become so detached from the day-to-day, real-life problems of his non-famous fans that he believes a stubbed toe is worthy of deep emotional support.

Any unintentional outburst of genuine emotion is, however, masked before the end of the song by utterly mind-numbing lyrics, such as the repetition of "I can’t get you out of my mind”. Tracks such as “Grapejuice” and “Keep Driving” demonstrate Styles’ troubling struggle to construct half-decent rhymes, to the point that he needs to alter the words themselves to compensate for this inability (“Red / rouge”, or the third syllable on “sunglasses”). The lead single from the album, “As It Was”, is a decent track. However, it succeeds in being mediocre only by way of being derivative. For those of you who are not too familiar with Coldplay or this track in particular, here’s an experiment: find the instrumentals for any recent Coldplay album, put them in a playlist, add this song, and see if you can differentiate between the two artists when it comes up on shuffle. Lyrics from the track “Little Freak” (such as “Did you dress up for Halloween? / I spilled beer on your friend. / I’m sorry”) delve into the unintentional absurdism of drunken improvisation, or even a bad attempt at lip-reading. “Matilda” has a soothing instrumental, but even this glimmer of hope soon stales under a stark lack of variation. Towards the end of the album – further than Harry thought a sane person would dare to reach, it seems – the tracks lose all identity, blending in with the beige drudgery of the rest of the album, a monochromatic canvas.

What’s next for Harry Styles? It hardly matters, but, on balance, he should continue forging ahead with his solo career. Any further project he creates can only be an improvement. What’s more, the announcement of a hiatus or his retirement would only accrue waves of unearned sympathy. What’s next for Harry Styles? What’s next for dry rot? What’s next for swine flu? It’s only by becoming complacent with these unimaginative practices that albums such as Harry’s House, these barren wastelands of thought, have dominated the industry, and will continue to rule the charts long into the future.

This reviewer sounds very angry but also is hilarious.

#Harry’s house review #harry’s house #harry styles

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