#(I imagined Butters would be the one to sing songs like these. The songs he sing just make me believe he'd sing a song like this too)

[sleepyangelkami]

BUTTER ICING d.grayson

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 1.5K

DICK GRAYSON X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - thinkin' about dick grayson taking care of his baker!so who sometimes forgets to take care of herself.

 ☆ WARNINGS - mentions of eating? fluff, pet names, reader is mentioned to be short, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

yet another call from his ex-bulter had dick rolling out of the bed at, according to his beautiful girlfriend, you, 'ungodly hours'. he had pressed a mere kiss against your forehead, telling you that he'd be home soon and joking for you to 'be good'. you'd merely giggled under the blankets, thankful no one was waking you at such an hour and snuggling back into the comfort of your bed.

and he couldn't help but admire you. one would think after so many phone calls for him to leave whether it was early hours of the morning or the late hours of the night, you'd be somewhat mad. but you understood dick and his line of work and his especially impatient father.

he truly didn't deserve you.

he kept his promise, somewhat. he wasn't exactly home 'soon' but he was home as soon as he could be. getting bruce off his back was like a work out he hadn't prepared for. but nevertheless, it was around seven in the evening when he was walking through the door, charming smile on his lips. "honey, i'm home!" he'd joked in a sing-song voice. he did this every time he stepped through that front door. he could only imagine you rolling your eyes with a grin on your lips.

"kitchen!" you'd yelled back as he found himself walking towards that very room, discarding his bags near the living room door, deciding to deal with that later on. all that was on his mind was you.

and there you were, in the kitchen as you'd told him. only you weren't standing up, instead you were knelt on the kitchen counter, attempting to reach past the top cupboard where your containers for your baked goods were. "darling?" he received a hum from you, your tongue darting out between your two lips. "what are you doing?"

finally, you turned with a huff. "i can't reach the containers." his eyes glanced to the kitchen table which held a multitude of cupcakes. they were all decorated with yellow butter icing, little chocolates placed delicately on top. the smell of cupcakes was rather rich in your shared kitchen.

he could only chuckle softly, his hands moving to your under arms and gently lifting you down from the counter. if you kept climbing up there, you were bound to get hurt. "you shouldn't put them where you can't reach them then." he spoke, a playful smile on his lips as he reached his long arms up, taking down one of your containers. "who are these for anyway?"

being a baker had it's perks but being the baker's boyfriend was even better. he could eat as many treats as he liked and he didn't even have to lift a finger. "miriam." you spoke, thanking him softly for getting the container before loading the cupcakes in. "she'll be here at eleven tomorrow." as you turned your back, dick eyed you before taking one of the cupcakes into his grasp. by the time you turned around, half of it had been emptied into his mouth. you just blinked at him. "you know, i make extra cupcakes just because i know you'll eat them all."

with a mouthful, he spoke. "sorry." but you could only smile at him, placing the other cupcakes into the container and leaving a couple extra scattered across the counter for the dog to eat, oh, my bad, for dick to eat. "you can't just make cupcakes and expect me not to get hungry."

your eyebrow raised. "you were at the manor all day, don't try to convince me that alfred wasn't practically shoving food down your throat."

god, he did love alfred's cooking. "a man's gotta eat." he shrugged. "what'd you have for dinner."

he watched as your eyes widened. "crap! i was supposed to make―"

"shh." he pressed a kiss against the crown of your head. "i'll make some spaghetti bolognese." he was already moving toward the fridge where he new the contents lay.

you often times forgot to go shopping, it was always him that was stocking up the fridge, making sure you didn't go hungry while he was away. don't get me wrong, you still went to the manor with him more often than not. but as a baker, as a home-working baker, you often had to spend your days cooped up in the kitchen so you couldn't join him on his trips.

"dick, you don't have to do that." you were standing behind him, all bashful as your fingers fumbled together.

dick loved taking care of you, don't get me wrong, he just wished you loved it as much as he did, perhaps then you wouldn't be forgetting to feed yourself. you were often times forgetting to do the simple things, the things that involved caring for your own mind and body but when it came to others, you were in tip top shape, ready to care for the next person who walked in the door. he loved that about you but he really wished you'd care about yourself as much as you cared about others.

but it was okay, because as long as he was alive and breathing, he'd make sure you were taken care of.

he'd turned around, his hands finding your waist as he gently soothed the skin. he watched as your cheeks heated up and your smile couldn't wipe from your cheeks. dick was well aware of the affect he had on you. "let me cook you dinner, baby." and when he talked to you like that, well who could refuse?

"okay." you mumbled gently. "thank you."

"don't mention it." but he still leant down, pressing yet another kiss to your face only this time it was to your lips, short and sweet.

by the time dick had started cooking, you were sitting up on the counter, your legs dangling as you took a giant bowl into your hands. dick glanced over, his brows furrowed. "what's that?" he questioned, watching as you lifted a finger from the bowl, covered in butter icing. he couldn't help but roll his eyes. "you know, i think eating mouth fulls of butter icing is probably worse than a couple cupcakes."

you merely shrugged, licking your lips clean. "a baker's gotta have some relief." and it was true.

you didn't just bake because you thought it was rather easy, you loved baking. baking was both a stress reliever and a way to calm down whenever you needed it and hey, it also got you money. but your all time favourite thing about baking? licking the bowls, spatchala's, really anything you could get your hands on, clean.

especially the sweet butter icing.

"here, lemme taste." and as you moved, your hand turning towards the drawer so you could get him out a spoon, you were cut off by the feeling of his lips on yours.

you practically melted into him, allowing him to kiss you sweetly yet slightly rough. you didn't care, feeling your mind go hazy at the mere feeling of his lips. dick always had such an affect on you, you should have been embarrassed yet you simply couldn't find it in yourself to be.

he was the first to pull away, watching as you blinked up at him, slightly dazed. "hmm, sweet." he commented before turning around to the frying pan and using the wooden spoon to turn the contents around.

you, whose stomach had turned to a swarm of butterflies, hopped off of the counter. "I'm gonna..." your head feeling slightly floaty. god, you thought, pull yourself together. "gonna go fill the dishwasher."

and dick, who didn't even bother looking up from the frying pan, wore a little smirk that tugged his lips upwards. "okay, pretty girl."

he really was going to be the death of you.

however, you were sure you could die a happy girl while eating the dinner he'd made for you. sure, you liked to bake but nothing did taste better than one of dick's homemade dinner's. you'd been seated across the couch, your legs had been on dick's lap before he'd gotten up a couple minutes ago, pressing a kiss to your lips and not telling you where he'd been going.

you assumed it was to go eat more of your cupcakes and this theory was proved right as you turned your head over the couch, spotting him bent down slightly to read the calendar, chewing on a cupcake while another was in his hand. "sweetheart?" he called out, not bothering to move his gaze from the calendar.

"yes?" you leaned yourself up on the couch, laying your arms flat on the back of it and placing your head down on top of them, admiring your pretty boyfriend. he truly was beautiful, even when he was stuffing his face and he had a smudge of butter icing on his nose.

"when's your next day off?" he questioned, standing up straight again as his eyes flickered back to you.

you shrugged your shoulders. "had a big cancellation for sunday, why?"

"then it's settled." he spoke, opening the buncase of the next cupcake. "i'm taking you out for dinner on sunday."

"wha― you don't have to do that." finding your heart soften at the mere offer.

"it's only fair." he spoke, shrugging his shoulders. "i ate half of your cupcakes."

the perks of being the boyfriend of a baker.

the perks of being the girlfriend of a billionare's son.

main masterlist/dick's masterlist

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[anniflamma]

SO! Thoughts on the Circe Saga??

Oh boy, where to start! ＞︿＜

First of all, I freaking loved it! Circe's voice! HERMES! And the second part of There Are Other Ways! AAAAH! One thing that I absolutely loved about this saga is that all songs smoothly transition to the next scene, especially from "Done For" to "There Are Other Ways". Those two songs are meant to be one! It's amazing!

Hermes' song… What am I even supposed to say? I love it! I think my favorite part is when he reaches that high note on "manifest a ✨being✨ of your creation". It's like butter in my brain. And when he gets so giddy and says "and I call this root, holy moly" 😩

Done For. I DIDN'T KNOW THAT ODYSSEUS WOULD SUMMON A FREAKING CYCLOPS! What am I even supposed to do now huh?!! I have already animated the whole fight scene between Odysseus and Circe's monster. 😆 But either way, I loved that you could hear the anger in Circe's voice. That she obviously doesn't trust Odysseus and that he doesn't really have 100% good intentions toward her. And the delivery of "I’m not sure I follow". Ody has his stern tone, he knows exactly what Circe meant but doesn't really want to accept yet what situation he has stumbled upon.

I actually thought the song was just a tad bit too short, but because it transitions so smoothly to the next song, I didn't mind it so much.

And then we have There Are Other Ways....

That is the song that I was most excited about! I had so many theories on how Jay would depict the relationship of Odysseus and Circe, and I did mostly believe that those two wouldn't "do it". In the snippet for example, Circe was about to stab Ody. Like, if she did stab him, why the heck would she wanna still sleep with him afterwards???? And if Ody discovered the knife and prevented the stabbing, then the rest of the song would just be super awkward.... So when he refused her and started to sing about Penelope…. 😭

Then I really liked how the conflict ends with Odysseus being humble but also honest. He begs for mercy and explains his situation. Urg I imagine that his eyes are teary, realizing that he has been gone for 12 years. And that is what all it took! Circe isn't a smexy evil witch, she is a person who just has her guards up.

And the end with that song! When Circe turns Odysseus' men back.... It's epic and I really wanna do an animatic of it 😣

In conclusion.

Did I like The Circe Saga?

Yes.

#asks #im rambling #epic the musical #epic the circe saga

[twilight-lavender]

"In Tune with Love: You, the Melody of My Heart"

PART 7

Wonwoo was momentarily stunned into silence, the weight of his members' knowing gazes heavy upon him. Clearing his throat, he found his voice, albeit softer than usual. "Look, guys," he began, his plea earnest, "let's keep this a secret for a while. I promised Y/n to respect her decision. Please, help me out this time."

The members exchanged glances, an unspoken agreement passing between them. One by one, they nodded, their loyalty unwavering. "We've got your back," DK affirmed, "We'll keep it under wraps until the right time. No need to rush things and cause a mess."

Seeking to lighten the mood, Mingyu leaned back in his seat, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Y/n's a cute girl, but tell us, Wonwoo, who made the first move when you guys started dating?"

Wonwoo's cheeks flushed a shade pinker, but he met Mingyu's gaze with a smile. "I guess I'm the one who fell much harder. It's like I've always liked her, but I was blind to my own heart. I'm the lucky one, to have found someone who makes every moment feel like a favorite song on repeat," he confessed, his words a tender melody to the ears of his friends.

DK let out a low whistle, his eyes wide with surprise. "I never knew Wonwoo hyung could be this romantic," he said, a note of admiration in his voice.

Hoshi clapped Wonwoo on the back, his grin infectious. "Our Wonwoo is the best, isn't he? A true poet at heart," he declared, the pride in his voice unmistakable.

Laughter and light-hearted teasing filled the car, a chorus of brotherhood that echoed long into the night.

Wonwoo returned to his apartment, a rare day off on the horizon. He reached for his phone, his fingers tapping out a message to Y/n.

Wonwoo: Hey, how was your day? Are you free tomorrow? Let’s go on a date.

Y/n: Cool! Finally, we’ll have our time.

Wonwoo: Yes! I’ll pick you up at 9 am.

Y/n: Okay! But where are we going?

Wonwoo: It’s a surprise!

Y/n: Now I’m even more excited. The excitement was a tangible thing, a flutter in her chest that kept sleep at bay. She rose from her bed, pacing the room as she contemplated the perfect outfit for the occasion. Her wardrobe doors swung open, revealing rows of clothes, each piece holding memories and possibilities.

In a burst of inspiration, she reached for her phone again, this time to call her best friend Aera. The face that greeted her on the screen was sleepy but soon brightened with excitement.

Y/n: Babes, help me with the dress. What should I wear for our first date?

Aera: Wow, so you finally made it! When did it happen?

Y/n: I’ll tell you the whole story when we meet. Now, help me with this.

One by one, Y/n held up dresses to the camera, each one a contender for the day that would soon dawn. Aera’s discerning eye was invaluable, her suggestions punctuated with laughter and encouragement.

Finally, they settled on the perfect dress, one that struck the delicate balance between comfort and style, a piece that made Y/n’s heart sing.

Y/n: That’s perfect, I love it too. Thank you! What would I do without you?

Aera: Okay, okay, enough buttering! All the best for your date.

Y/n: Yes!

The call ended, and Y/n laid out the chosen dress, her heart still racing with anticipation. She tried to imagine the day ahead, the places Wonwoo might take her, the conversations they would share. It was all too much, too wonderful, and with a smile lingering on her lips, she finally surrendered to sleep, her dreams a canvas for tomorrow’s promises.

Next morning Wonwoo was already outside, his eyes scanning for Y/n. As she stepped out, the morning light caught in her hair, turning it into a halo around her face. She was a vision of loveliness, her outfit chosen with care—a soft pastel dress that swayed with each step, complemented by a pair of comfortable yet stylish shoes, perfect for a day of adventure.

“Sorry I’m a bit late,” Y/n apologized, her cheeks tinged with pink.

“It’s okay! But you look so pretty,” Wonwoo said, his eyes crinkling with a smile that reached his soul. He reached into the back seat and brought out a neatly packed breakfast. “This is for you, have it,” he said, patting her head with the gentlest of smiles.

“Thank you! You’re the sweetest… Now tell me, where are we going?” Y/n asked, her curiosity piqued as she accepted the breakfast.

“Wait until we arrive…” Wonwoo teased, a playful note in his voice.

As they drove, Wonwoo shared that Mingyu, Hoshi, and DK had discovered their secret, but he assured her that he had handled the situation. Y/n felt a wave of relief wash over her.

“Sorry, Wonwoo, but I promise I’ll look for the right time and tell them about us. I just don’t want to make things awkward between us,” Y/n said, her voice earnest.

“I understand,” Wonwoo replied, squeezing her hand reassuringly while expertly steering the car with the other.

“We’re about to reach,” he announced after a while.

“I guess I know where we are going,” Y/n said, a knowing smile on her lips.

They arrived at their destination—an amusement park! Y/n’s eyes lit up with delight.

“How did you know I always wanted to come here with my boyfriend?” she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

“I think watching too much drama helped,” Wonwoo admitted, touching his hair shyly.

“Awww! Let’s go inside,” Y/n beamed, her excitement palpable.

As they entered the gates, Y/n’s eyes darted around the crowd. “What if people recognize you? This can’t be good,” she fretted.

“No one will, chill! Wearing a mask will help,” Wonwoo reassured her, his confidence soothing her nerves.

“But it would be even better if you disguised as a girl, don’t you think? Like in those dramas,” Y/n teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yeah, sure, maybe next time,” Wonwoo laughed, the sound warm and genuine.

They found themselves in a hairband store, surrounded by an array of charming accessories. “Let’s take this couple’s hairband with the cute teddy on it,” Y/n suggested, her voice bubbling with excitement.

“Anything you say,” Wonwoo agreed, his heart full.

Y/n instructed him to lean down, and she placed the hairband on him with the utmost care. “See, you look so cute,” she cooed.

Wonwoo, in turn, helped her wear one. “Uhmmmm, you look even cuter,” he said, his voice soft with affection. The amusement park was alive with the sounds of laughter and the sweet scent of cotton candy in the air. Wonwoo and Y/n found themselves amidst the magic, their hands intertwined as they navigated through the vibrant throngs of people.

They approached the merry-go-round, its lights twinkling like stars in the daylight. Wonwoo helped Y/n onto a painted steed, a gallant knight to her graceful queen. As the music began, a lilting melody, they rode in circles, but to them, it felt like a dance just for two.

Wonwoo: “This feels like a scene from a movie, doesn’t it?”

Y/n: “Yes, a perfect moment frozen in time.”

Their laughter mingled with the carousel’s tune, a perfect harmony to the rhythm of their joy.

After the ride, they wandered, hand in hand, to the ice cream stand. Wonwoo chose chocolate, Y/n butterscotch, and they sat on a nearby bench, sharing bites and stories. The ice cream was sweet, but the looks they shared were sweeter.

Y/n: “I think your chocolate ice cream looks better than mine.”

Wonwoo: “Here, try it,” he said, offering her a spoonful. “Everything tastes better when I’m with you.”

As the day progressed, they captured memories with selfies, their faces close, smiles wide. Each click of the camera was a snapshot of happiness, a keepsake for days to come.

Wonwoo: “We’ll look back at these pictures years from now and remember how perfect today was.”

Y/n: “Let’s make every picture count then,” she said, pulling him close for another photo.

The sun began to dip, casting a golden glow over the park. They found themselves at the top of the Ferris wheel, the world below them a miniature wonderland. The moment was ripe with romance, the kind that fills the pages of novels and the scenes of films.

As the Ferris wheel reached its zenith, Y/n turned to Wonwoo, her eyes reflecting the twinkling lights below. “You know,” she began, a playful seriousness in her tone, “there’s a myth that if you kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel, your love grows stronger and lasts forever.”

Wonwoo looked into her eyes, the soft glow of the sunset bathing them in a gentle light. “Is that so?” he replied, his voice a whisper that only she could hear. “Then I suppose we have to test that myth, don’t we?”

Y/n nodded, her heart beating so fast. As their lips met, the world seemed to stand still, the noise of the amusement park fading into a hushed silence. It was a kiss that spoke of promises and whispered dreams, a seal over their feelings, binding them in the sweetest of spells.

Wonwoo: “If that myth is true, then our love is now unbreakable.”

Y/n: “I think it was already strong, but now… it’s invincible.”

They shared a smile, their connection deepening with the shared secret of the kiss.

The evening had crept upon them, painting the sky in shades of twilight as Wonwoo and Y/n reluctantly decided it was time to leave. The drive home was quiet, a comfortable silence filled with the unspoken wish that the day could stretch on indefinitely.

They reached Y/n’s home, the car’s engine coming to a gentle halt. Outside, under the soft glow of the streetlights, they stood close, the air around them charged with the day’s shared joy. Y/n: “I wish this day would never end,” she murmured, her voice muffled against his chest.

Wonwoo: “I wish that too,” he replied, his arms tightening around her.

In the comfort of their hug, the world around them seemed to stand still—until a familiar voice cut through the moment like a knife.

Jeonghan: “What’s going on here?” he asked, his tone serious, giving them the deadliest of scares. Y/n and Wonwoo sprang apart, their hearts racing from the surprise. Jeonghan stood there, an eyebrow raised in question, the seriousness of his tone belied by the twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

To be continued.......... !

A/n : i hope you guys will like it ! Do drop your feedback ☺️ It inspires me to write better! Thank you ❤️

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[cosmica-galaxy]

What would happen if Y\N was Deaf? And they were wearing cochlear implant what would the mimics/multiverse and agents react to this?

Camron would probably be stunned to find out that the human couldn't hear at all! It's no wonder how the human knew how to communicate via sign language, seeing as they probably had to learn it just to communicate with other humans. But the device in their ears allow them to hear?? It's actually pretty cool! DJ is also as equally as surprised! He can't imagine a world without sound...I mean...he's a speaker! It's his job to make noise and play music! A world without music for a speakerman is like peanut butter without jelly...whatever that means. But once the human explains that they CAN hear, but with the help of a device, he would be relieved on your behalf. At least you can still hear! Vee would probably have already surprised that the human was hearing impaired from the way they barely react to anything that involves loud noises. As well as them already knowing sign language. But then, they still reacted...and it seemed to be with a device that helped them hear somewhat. Which was fortunate. He was beginning to wonder how you survived so long with those singing toilets outside. Buddy would be a little concerned from the human's inability to discern sound. Especially since the skibidis are a SOUND based threat. But maybe it's a blessing disguised as a curse? If you can't hear that annoying song, you can't be turned into one of them, right? So when things go and get tough, turn your device off! He'll dispatch them before they get too close! Pal is familiar with body limitations. Speaker mimics are excellent listeners, but most are visually impaired and limited to sound. So he decides to make a partial deal with you. If you'll be his eyes, he'll be your ears! Deal? We'll look out for each other out here! Fiend is much more concerned and worried for the human. How did you survive with such limitations?! Oh...you had a hearing device the whole time...so why don't you use it--oh. The skibidis. Yeah, to be honest, if he could turn off his own hearing--he would. Still, try to keep an ear out for threats, okay? They are a SOUND based enemy after all. Fellow is understanding of body limitations as well. He can't be above ground most of the time because of the sun and he can only see via vibrations. It's a quirk for those who dwell underground. But you have eyes, right? So, in a similar fashion to Pal, he'll offer to keep an ear out for threats if you would be his eyes in exchange. Even if you have that device in your head, he bets you won't be able to sense a troop of skibidis from a few miles away! That's an offer that can't be beat! Comrade is both impressed and confused about your survival rates in a sound-based apocalypse. How did you manage to survive this far without being...you know...converted or killed? Ah...he understands. That device in your ear is providing your hearing for you. Human ingenuity...the thing that worries him the most. Still, at least it was used to HELP someone. Something ingenuity is rarely used for nowadays.

#haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #cosmica-galaxy #anonymous #skibidi tag #anon asks #anon ask #skibidi toilet mimic #skibidi mimic

[gourmet-trash]

No pressure but are you currently writing any new fics that you wanna publish 👀 asking for my hobrintheus obsession

you know what, friend?? i DO actually! this is a very stupid and very self indulgent thing i started a little while ago and, hey, i finished! because i am still too fond of the walkers and the chaos boyfriends. wherein jed poses the question "how would the corinthian wear invisalign" and ruins everyone's life with it:

It starts with Jed.

Well, technically it starts with Rose getting Invisalign, which makes her mouth ache and forces her to talk with a lisp for four days. She still thinks she's lisping around the words that had previously come easy to her, but people keep promising she sounds normal. She isn't sure she believes them, but that's not important right now.

"What did you say?" she asks, staring at Jed from across the picnic table.

He makes a thoughtful sound over a peanut butter and jelly triangle, as if considering his own question again before he repeats it. That, and Rose bets he's trying to unstick the peanut butter from his tongue.

"Do you think Corinthian would get little Invisalign for his eye-teeth?" Jed eventually says, confirming that Rose had, indeed, heard correctly.

"....I don't know. I mean, I don't think he needs them for any of his teeth."

"Yeah, but what if he did?" Jed presses. "Are all his teeth connected to his regular teeth? Or what if he only needed them for one eye-mouth? Do you think it would make it hard for him see, like when you couldn't talk?"

Rose is as horrified by the train of thought as she is fascinated. "Maybe?"

"Do you think Uncle Morpheus would make little Invisaligns if we asked him?"

Rose imagines going to the King of Dreams and trying to explain that request, and she can't help but laugh. "Even if we could convince him to make them, Corinthian would never wear them."

Jed grins. "You don't know that! Maybe he would if we asked!"

"Eat your sandwich," Rose says instead, still too amused by the thought. 

She accidentally passes it on to Professor Gadling

"I promise you sounded perfectly normal during your presentation," Professor Gadling chuckles three days later. It hadn't felt like she'd sounded normal, so Rose had lingered in the classroom until it cleared out so she could hound him to give it to her straight.

Rose huffs a sigh. "Every time I think I'm getting used to them, I have to change the trays out, and it makes me feel like I'm talking weird all over again."

Professor Gadling offers her a sympathetic smile while he finishes tucking papers into his bag. "You really can't tell from the outside anymore. And it's not like I would have held it against you if you sounded a little funny while you were presenting."

"I know, I know," Rose says, trailing out of the classroom with him. And maybe she shouldn't say anything, but Professor Gadling is one of the few other people in her day to day life who would appreciate Jed's bonkers thought exercise. "The other day Jed was asking me how Corinthian would use Invisalign if he needed them." 

"What?" Professor Gadling asks, sounding amused but in spite of himself.

"Like if he would need little mini trays for his other teeth," Rose says, smiling when Professor Gadling laughs outright. "He wanted to ask Uncle Morpheus to make them, because he seems to think he can convince Corinthian to try them on if he has them."

Professor Gadling takes a deep breath, but the exhale shudders, and she knows he's trying not to laugh again. "That's...a pretty tall ask. Even for Jed."

"That's basically what I told him," Rose agrees. "I'll see you Thursday, Professor. Oh! Don't tell Corinthian I said any of that!"

"I can't promise that," Professor Gadling sing-songs on his way down the hall.

Professor Gadling must pass it on to Uncle Morpheus. 

"I am not certain I understand this request."

Rose startles so badly at the sudden baritone in her previously quiet kitchen that she drops the spoon she'd been using to stir spaghetti sauce.

"Rose? Did you drop- hi Uncle Morpheus!" Jed says when he leans around the corner to the kitchen and spots the Endless standing in the middle of it. The Endless who had not been there thirty seconds ago and who did not see fit to announce himself before speaking up right behind her.

"Hello Jed," he says, and Rose doesn't have to look up from wiping spaghetti sauce off the floor to know Uncle Morpheus is giving Jed that small, almost-smile of his. She can basically hear it. "Have I arrived at an inopportune time?"

"No, dinner's just about done anyway," Rose says when she straightens up, setting the spoon in the sink. They're going to have to have the 'not randomly appearing in the house unless it's an emergency' talk again.

Unless, "Wait did we have dinner plans tonight?! Did I forget that?" she asks, snatching her phone off the counter to check her calendar. She definitely would have remembered family dinner, right?

"We did not," Uncle Morpheus assures her. "I require more information to complete the request you made of Hob Gadling."

Rose is grateful she's managed to convince Jed that there's more to life than chicken fingers, but she doesn't miss the way he's sneaking closer to where she left the garlic bread when he asks, "What did you ask Mr. Gadling for, Rose?"

"I didn't ask him for anything," Rose says, reaching over to pull the plate of bread closer to herself, smirking at the disgruntled look Jed shoots her for it.

When she looks back over, however, Uncle Morpheus is frowning at her.

"What? I didn't. I really don't know what you're talking about," she insists.

"You requested invisible linings for teeth," Uncle Morpheus says. "Hob said they were for the Corinthian?"

Jed immediately loses interest in the garlic bread, and Rose immediately regrets her conversation with Professor Gadling.

"The mini Invisalign!" Jed says. "Uncle Morpheus, you would know how Corinthian would wear them right? Would he need little ones for his eye-teeth?"

Seeing the bewilderment on the Dream King's face, Rose rubs her hand over her own and sighs. "They're like braces," she explains, reaching up to pop her top retainer out so she can show him. "For straightening your teeth."

"The Corinthian's teeth are straight by human standards, are they not?"

This time Jed sighs in the world-weary way of children trying to explain something they find very simple to adults who are overcomplicating the situation. "It's not about if his teeth are straight, it's about what if they weren't," he says, and Uncle Morpheus nods along, though Rose suspects he doesn't quite follow this, frankly, inane topic of conversation.

"You are speaking hypothetically," he surmises.

"Yeah! Cause they're all different teeth, right? So he couldn't just fix the ones in his mouth, he'd have to fix all of them! So some of them might need it but others might not!" Jed explains, waving his hands to better express how much time they'd sunk, unnecessarily, into thinking about this.

Uncle Morpheus nods again, this time looking contemplative. "Hob said something similar. And seemed equally driven to distraction. I suppose you will have to take this up with the Corinthian himself."

"I don't think anyone needs to do that," Rose protests, alarmed by how quickly this is getting away from them. But Uncle Morpheus is already holding a hand out to Jed, two sets of miniature, clear trays sitting innocuous on his palm.

Jed grins, grabbing them both. "Yes! Thanks, Uncle Morpheus!"

He inclines his head, and Rose does not miss the amusement he's clearly trying to keep off his face. "Best of luck in your efforts, Jed Walker."

"You really shouldn't be encouraging this," Rose points out, crossing her arms.

Uncle Morpheus makes a humming noise that, while small, rattles the spoon she’d set in the sink. "Perhaps. But I look forward to learning what you discover," he says vaguely. AKA he's also been thinking about it, and he knows as well as Rose and Professor Gadling that if anyone is going to actually get the Corinthian to indulge them, it's Jed.

"You aren't actually going to try and get him to wear those, are you?" Rose asks when it's just her and Jed in the kitchen again.

Jed, who is already pulling out a ziploc bag to keep the tiny alignment trays in. "Oh, definitely."

"You weren't supposed to say anything!" 

Professor Gadling at least has the decency to look abashed, if not exactly apologetic when Rose corners him after class on Thursday.

"To be fair, you said not to tell Cor. And I didn't," he reasons over a sip of his oversized coffee.

"But you told Uncle Morpheus?! He made tiny trays, Professor! Jed has them!"

She feels slightly vindicated when Professor Gadling very nearly chokes on his coffee, sputtering for several moments before croaking out, "He what?"

"He showed up in our kitchen and just gave them to Jed. He was acting like I had asked you for them!"

"That...isn't how that conversation went," Professor Gadling mutters, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Rose waves a hand at him. "Well? How did it go, then?"

"I thought he might know! He technically made Cor, right? So I figured if I asked, he might be able to just...answer the question."

Rose sighs. "But he didn't."

"No, he did not. He sat on my desk and asked me a bunch of questions about it instead, and then I had a dream about Cor at the dentist, and I don't actually know if that was from my subconscious or his."

Rose snorts softly and allows herself a moment to wonder at how delightfully strange her life had become that her history professor can say something like that and she fully understands him. It’s usually for the best not to think too hard about any of it, really. 

“Look, all I’m saying is Jed is eventually gonna bring it up, and if he does? And if Corinthian decides he wants to stab something because of it? I’m going to send him to you.” 

“Ooh, permission from Rosebud to stab her favorite teacher? That’s a new one.” 

Rose is grateful that Professor Gadling startles as badly as she does, at least, both of them turning to stare, wide eyed and guilty, at the handsome nightmare leaning against the doorway to the classroom. He’s smirking at them in a way that suggests he heard way more of than than Rose would have liked him to have heard. 

“Hey, Cor,” Professor Gadling recovers first, shouldering his bag and grabbing his coffee before walking over to greet him with a kiss. And while Corinthian is happy to return it he is, unsurprisingly, not distracted. 

“Y’all gonna tell me what my dear Jed could possibly bring up that’s going to make me want to stab someone?” he asks, looping his arms around Professor Gadling’s waist and dropping his chin on his shoulder. 

Rose shares a glance with her teacher and they both scoff and try to wave it off. 

“That was…an exaggeration,” she insists at the same time Professor Gadling says, “It’s really nothing that serious.” 

Rose watches Corinthian’s eyebrows knit together, and even behind the sunglasses she can feel him looking between them. “Neither one of you is very good at this,” he drawls. 

“It’s stupid,” Rose insists. “And it’s really not important.” 

“All right,” Corinthian says, shrugging and straightening back up, unwinding his arms from around her history professor.

“All right?” Professor Gadling repeats, catching one of Corinthian’s hand with his free one before he pulls completely back. Rose nearly rolls her eyes. They’re so sappy sometimes. 

Corinthian lets Professor Gadling lace their fingers together, but he’s all teeth when he smiles at them. “Yeah, I’ll just ask Jed about it. I’m sure he’ll tell me whatever it is y’all don’t wanna say.” 

Professor Gadling looks like he wants to argue that point but can’t figure out a way to actually do that. And Rose, well. She considers this a strategic opportunity. 

“Well, have fun, you two! I have class!” she says, skirting around them in the doorway and hurrying down the hall, pointedly ignoring Professor Gadling trying to call her back and Corinthian cackling for it.

In the end, it also ends with Jed. 

Because they were right that the only person who could possibly suggest something like this without being maimed is Jed. And moreover, Jed is probably the only person who could ask for something like this and get Corinthian to agree to it. 

Rose makes a mental note, while she watches the microwave countdown, to have a talk with Jed. Wielding that kind of sway over someone like Corinthian was probably one of those “with great power comes great responsibility” kind of things. And Jed would definitely love to feel like Spider-Man, so it may actually work. 

When the microwave beeps at her, Rose grabs the gel pack out of it and rejoins the others in the living room. Jed is wearing Corinthian’s sunglasses, which are definitely too big for his face, and Professor Gadling is leaning over the back of her couch. 

“You didn’t have to do it, you know,” he says, leaning back with a chuckle when Corinthian, sprawled dramatically across said couch, swipes blindly at him. 

Uncle Morpheus catches Corinthian’s waving hand and draws it in to brush a light kiss across the knuckles. Corinthian’s sneer shifts pretty quickly into something that Rose would consider a pout, but she keeps that thought to himself. Better not to give Corinthian any reason to choose violence when, so far, they’ve miraculously managed to avoid it. 

Head propped in Uncle Morpheus’s lap and his other hand pressed over his face, Corinthian huffs. 

“Rose, you got that damn heating pad or not?” he gripes. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got it,” she says, walking over to press it against the back of Corinthian’s hand until he lifts it off his face and takes it, immediately laying the gel pack over his…eye teeth? Is that what they were calling them? 

“And you’ve been wearing these damn things for how long now? That’s just fucking awful, Rosebud.” 

Despite herself, Rose grins, dropping onto the loveseat next to Jed. “Couple months now. They only hurt like that for the first couple of days.” 

Corinthian makes an unimpressed sound and tilts his head as if he’d be looking up at Uncle Morpheus if the gel pack weren’t covering half his face. “I think I get all the weird, teeth fallin’ out nightmares now. Human dentistry is just modern torture.” 

Professor Gadling laughs and comes around the couch, nudging Corinthian’s legs until he grouses and obligingly lifts them enough to let the other man sit down. They are, of course, immediately dropped into his lap, probably with more force than is strictly necessary, but Professor Gadling just pats his shin. 

“You think modern dentistry is bad? Imagine getting a cavity in the 1600’s.” 

“I’m gonna pass on that, thanks,” Corinthian gripes. 

“I am not certain a few minutes with the invisible linings warrants all this fussing,” Uncle Morpheus says, though Rose notes he looks amused and is still sitting there holding Corinthian’s hand and petting his hair. Enablers. 

And, never one to pass up an opportunity to milk a situation, Corinthian scoffs. “You wound me, my lord. I let myself suffer to give some extra knowledge to your nephew, and this is how I’m repaid?” 

“Oh, you want us to go?” Professor Gadling asks, moving as if to get back off the couch, but Corinthian curls his legs and presses him back down. He grins as he settles back on the couch, setting a hand back on Corinthian’s knee. 

“You get what you needed, Jed?” Corinthian asks, tilting his head against Uncle Morpheus’s knee in their general direction. 

Jed snickers. “Yup! You wanna keep the mini invisalign?” 

“Hell no! I want you to burn them.” 

“I don’t think I can burn them,” Jed laughs, and Rose groans when Corinthian grins on the couch. 

“Oh, just hold on to um, then.” 

“Don’t teach Jed how to start fires,” she protests. 

Corinthian clicks his tongue and doesn’t even bother to pretend like that wasn’t his plan. “It’s a good skill to have! Never know when you might need it for…survival or something.” 

“No fires,” she repeats, not really believing that it’ll stop either of them from trying to melt the retainers down. 

“Do you feel any better?” Jed asks, pushing the Corinthian’s sunglasses up on his own head. 

“I’ll be right as rain soon,” he promises before stretching a bit across Professor Gadling’s lap and leaning further into Uncle Morpheus’s hand like a particularly comfortable cat. “Might need a few more minutes, though.” 

“So…” Jed says after a moment, dropping Corinthian’s sunglasses back onto his own nose before folding his hands seriously in front of his face. “If Invisalign can make it hard for you to see, would glasses help even if you don’t have any eyes?” 

“Jed!” 

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#the chaos boyfriends are raising chaos children #that's just how it goes #if jed said the word corinthian would murder a man #but he would not wear the invisalign again #hobrintheus #rose walker #jed walker #hob gadling #dream of the endless #the corinthian #fanfic #asking for a friend

[sevcasejay1chicago]

sweetheart if you don't mind ofc Whould you write me a imagine of me and Will Halstead pliss

Refrigerator Light- Will Halstead

Summary: After locking eyes at Molly’s three years ago, you find yourself slow dancing in the refrigerator light with your husband, Will Halstead.

Warnings: none really. Hints to drinking and morning sickness, but nothing blatantly obvious.

Authors note: Writing for Will is a bit out of my wheelhouse, but I hope you enjoy it! Sorry for the wait!

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The first time you met Will Halstead was across the bar at Molly’s. It was karaoke night, so Stella and Brett forced you onto the small stage after a few drinks to help convince you a bit easier. You sang “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis, but in a female key. Will had barely been paying attention to the karaoke as everyone that got up there was pretty mediocre and couldn’t catch his attention. However, as soon as you started singing, Will stopped talking mid sentence and turned his back to Jay and some of the other intelligence unit in favor of watching you. He was so mesmerized that he missed the way Jay and some of the other occupants at the table started joking about love at first sight and what not. They were right.

You had your eyes closed as you sang until you felt a pair of eyes burning into you. You slowly slipped your eyes open and scanned the crowded bar until you locked eyes with Will Halstead. You had heard of him and passed by him in the ED when you and Brett dropped off patients, but Brett was more of a talker and normally filled the docs in while you stocked the ambo. You recognized him immediately and he recognized you. You felt an emotion that you haven’t felt before. Like you finally found your home, your answer to living. Something clicked when you finally locked eyes and there was no denying the fact that you found love at first sight.

Anyone in the bar that was paying a bit of attention noticed the change in the atmosphere. The song went from you just singing it to having meaning to you for someone in that bar. The emotions in your voice gave it away to those who were paying attention, but what you did once you finished singing sealed it for those that were pretty oblivious. Once you finished, you put the microphone back on its stand and pushed your way through the crowd, Will doing the same. When you finally reached each other, you noticed he was just slightly taller than you as you peered up at him with a grin.

“Hi.” You whispered, letting Will take you by the waist and pull you closer as someone else got up and followed your love song with another slow one.

“Hey.” Will whispered back, bringing his face closer to yours.

The connection was palpable. A warmth was spreading from the two of you as you danced, your arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around your waist. For the majority of the song, you guys slow danced and stared into each other’s eyes. Unknown to the two if you, Stella, Brett, Jay, and Kim were all snapping pictures of the two of you. They knew this was going to be a forever thing. Luckily, they believed it because now, a picture of the first kiss you shared at the end of that song is on the mantle next to your wedding picture.

Now, 3 years later, Will finds his pregnant wife standing in the dark kitchen at 3 am. The only light on is coming from the refrigerator in an attempt to not wake your sleeping husband, but the baby wanted pickles, peanut butter, and vanilla ice cream. So, here you were, eating while illuminated by the refrigerator light, knowing you would regret falling for the craving, but you couldn’t sleep until you fulfilled it.

Will walks up behind you and slides his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. “Now, Mrs. Halstead, why are we eating like a little gremlin at 3am and not in bed?” He teases, lightly rubbing the slight bump under one of his shirts you slipped on.

You didn’t even bother turning around when you answered, instead you leaned into your husband. “Well, Mr. Halstead, your little gremlin child wanted this and I wasn’t going to be able to sleep until I fed the peanut.” You said, matter of factly around a bite of your concoction.

Will chuckled and kissed your cheek. “First of all, it’s DOCTOR Halstead. Second of all, that’s disgusting.” Will said, finally getting a good look at what you were eating.

You shrugged, putting another spoonful in your mouth before replying. “Not my idea. The gremlin. It’s the gremlin.” You said, shaking your head. “It’s actually not bad.”

Will grunted as he watched you finish what you had left. “Your gonna be saying something different in the morning.” Will commented, inwardly cringing as he thought about the start you would have to your morning in a few hours.

You shrugged, resigned to your fate. “You’ll be there. I’ll hate it and I’ll panic, but you’ll be there and it’s all worth it for this little munchkin.” You replied, glancing through the kitchen doorway as you leaned fully into Will, catching the pictures on the mantle. “For now, dance with me.” You said, turning around and looking up at your husband.

Will chuckled, looking at the time and then back to you. “Baby. It’s 3am and we have no music.” Will pointed out, pulling you into his chest anyways, mostly out of instinct. It was weird to feel that slight divide between the two of you from baby Halstead showing up some, but Will held you as close as possible anyways.

You thought for a moment before giving Will a small, almost bashful grin. Then, you started singing the song that you fell in love to. Will pulled you as close as possible as you rested your head on his chest. Will swayed you both around the kitchen until the song was over, then he leaned down to kiss you. He didn’t comment on the taste of your lips after the little snack you just finished. He just held you and kissed you like he did when you first clicked that night. All in the light from the refrigerator.

#one chicago #one chicago x reader #will halstead #DOCTOR Will Halstead #love at first sight #can’t help falling in love #refrigerator light #fluff #more fluff #all the fluff

[awigglycultist]

NPMD thoughts

Omg Richie's screams

Poor Richie my beloved

He's dead <3

Oh wait Ruth's headgear is missing in this song

Grace covering her mouth!

STEPH! PETE! <3

WHAT A START

Sycamore! We really need to know more about them

Rip Peter

I love the running in Literal Monster

Out first Max saying Bitch incident!

Get him up! Get this fucker up!!

I love being able to properly see everyone's facial expressions

I hate Solomon so much

Steph is very stupid for putting her hand above her phone as it's about to me smashed but also I'd probably do the same

"this projects on thermodynamics, what the fuck are you talking about?"

I literally love Ruth's, Pete's and Richie's friendship so much

"What was I like when she touched your arm? Did you cum!?"

"Pete silence your phone in the library!" you guys have been screaming this whole time but ok

NANI?

Ugh Pete you are cooler than you think you are!

Love Max finishing the "woah oh oh oh"

"Had to sell your bowtie to feed your fuckin family?"

Omg Pete's breathing and whining while Max is monologuing <3

"now say your fucking prayers bitch!" "-amen!" is still such a good transition

"mom will you pass the buttstuff?" "I just want some head and butter" "bread and buttstuff" still get me

"I love... Jesus <3 :)"

Dirty Girl should not be so good

"WHO ON OCCASION GETS DIRTY!"

Me trying to watch this and imagine watching with my dad to figure out the appropriateness and if gonna have to skip past parts

Ugh Pete <3

Ugh Steph caring about Pete so much despite knowing him for one day <3

Hatchettown notfi!

#pottypants let's get it trending

IT'S BULLY THE BULLY TIME!!!

Love hoe you can see Steph slowly getting into it

Beans cool? Excellent!

Pete's and Richie's finger fun moment!

"who was that?" "my boyfriend!" "sounded like a telemarketer" "okay my ex boyfriend"

Love the screams after "you kinda look like that homeless man from downtown"

"fucking useless Pete!"

"no he thinks the ghost is real he's just really fucking brave"

"I am Jägerman! I am God! Go Nighthawks!"

Skele'on

The little bit of info that Max's dad would call him a cuck and the fact that his bullying likely comes from a lot more trauma with his dad

It's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for him :(

Rip the glow in the dark skeleton costume

"this is Hatchetfield, people go missing everyday!"

Love Kyle and Brenda, what a supportive couple

"this is really your C+" "oh, Steph, you can keep it :)"

"with consent of cour cause we care!"

FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE!!!

Zeke the fighting Nighthawk like Ezekiel from Perky's Buds! Did Ekekiel name himself after Hatchetfield's mascot?

Love the audience cheering after "fuck Clivesdale fuck em straight to hell!"

Richie struggling with costume is so good

"I love being alive!"

God the costume and makeup up close! So good!!!

Smoke club!

Richie's fall is so good!!!

Jon's singing is seriously so good in npmd

And god Will is incredible

Yup Mark & Karen were just so wild at 18

"you don't say, you don't say. I'm be down there in a jiffy" "what'd they did dad?" "they didn't say"

Jeff voice over cameo!

Davis!

Love that Grace calls the cops pigs

Davis and Virginia!

Ziggy! Barry! Charlie!

Bryce's solo <3

Gerlad!

Love the cameos so much (but also rip Jerry, least it's preserved in the album

The bbq monologues bit is so stupid and so good and funny

Me Barbecue!

I love Trevor I hope we see him again

"I'm my dreams, it's my barbecue!"

Just For Once is so silly and so emotional love it it's underrated

"it fucking worked I'm fucking here he's fucking her!"

Lauren is so good!!

"take a bow, bitch"

"Every citizen of Clivesdale is guilty until proven innocent"

Shapiro saying she found the wwjd bracelet in the principal's office really got me the first time

"it's God plan! And now he's leaving me out to dry! Do something you son of a bitch!"

PAUL & EMMA!!!!

The knowledge of what card Jon hands Lauren makes this scene better

"I have been waiting for what feels like 5 fucking years and I still haven't gotten my hot chocolate!"

Emma spitting in the coffee!

Rip "women shoe"

AHHH IF I LOVED YOU!!!

"Leave room for Jesus!"

"she's bisexual and dead where else would she be!"

Rip Angela's fall

"get your hands out of your pocket! Put your hands down! He's going for a gun!"

The scream!

Also the audience screaming during this entire scene from Paul's & Emma's entrance to Emma screaming, so valid and great

"don't comfort her she's fucking weird"

I hate him but we absolutely need to know more about Solomon, how do the Mayor's learn so much

The black book! The nightmare time theme!

And another reason we need to know more about Solomon, why tf did he have the black book and what did he do with it

Max's one liners are so great

"on the ground bitch I'm a cop!"

"are you a women of faith?" "catholic" "I'll take that as a no"

"there's something deeply wrong with this whole town" yeah there sure is

Pete saying he has no idea what he's doing when he checks for Shapiro's pulse is such a great way of keeping it unknown if she's alive or dead

AAAHHHH THE SUMMONING

"t'noy karaxis" particularly scratches my brain

AHHH THE LORDS IN BLACK

I am a bit sad you can't see all the dance moves at the same time and you so you can't really see them changing dances with each other but also the close ups are so cool and very fitting for the scene!

Jon putting his fingers together so it's reminiscent of the doll only having three is such a cool choice

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT JOEY RICHTER WHY DO YOUR EMOTIONAL PERFORMANCES HAVE TO BE SO GOOD

I WAS RIGHT I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR CAITIA REPRISE

They both do a great job during this and I NOT OKAY

Max's fucking beat boxing

"so you do know the bible!"

This is scene is seriously so crazy

Graces entrance afterwards with the cigarette is so great and Max's entrances afterward laying on the bench is so great

The spin!

The lighting!!!

Homecoming time!

Someone remind me to add Joey in best of you to the air guitar thread

And that's it. That's where ends :)

Grace is so crazy and I love her

#starkid #hatchetfield #npmd spoilers #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes must die spoilers

[enha-stars]

I've seen a post on instagram about associating enha w indian movie characters and they said heeseung is would be SRK from Om Shanti Om and i cannot get it outta my head. That one scene where her saree gets stuck in his bracelet, all the talking to her poster and him being born as an actor in his next life AND him in deewangi deewangi w all of enha im actually gonna throw up bye 😭😫😭😫

AND can we just. Jake is kabir from yjhd change my mind. The flirting w lara, him being such a carefree party boy w a passion (im talking illahi), him just changing naina's whole life trajectory. 'Mujhe twins bhi banane aate hai' 😀😀

Jungwon as kabir from dil dhadakne do THROW ME OUT OF THE WINDOW literally so pure 😭 the carefree son of a rich kid w family problems and a queen of a sister. He just wants to fly planes 😭😭😭 his unhinged humor and the chaos lmaooo

i actually gasped and clutched my phone harder.

HEESEUNG IS SO SRK FROM OSO. the soft love struck wanna be actor that’s completely enamoured by her. he would be so excited during deewangi deewangi because friends!! and dance!! and singing!! i’m going to be sick. he’s so early 2000’s srk. ALSO??? HEE DURING DARD E DISCO?? shoot me

JAKE AS KABIR ENOUGH. BAAS. i actually laughed out of disbelief because this is PERFECT. he’s such a natural flirt with endearing aura. everyone wants him. ILLAHI AKSNSKNSNSNS 🗣️🗣️ i cant. i’m imagining the kabira encore part with him and his shiny eyes in black and oh, man.

JUNGWON AS KABIR FROM DDD OH MY GOSH. HE GIVES RANVEER KAPOOR VIBES. jungwon saying “auntie vo butter knife hai” would actually solve all my issues

you know what else would EAT? jake as rohan and sunghoon as abhimanyu from student of the year. LIKE, POPULAR BUILT JAKE WITH DADDY ISSUES AND POOR BUILT SUNGHOON WITH STRIVE AND PASSION AND THEYRE ENEMIES AND THEN BEST FRIENDS AND THEN ENEMIES. oh my god i need a sequence of jake and sunghoon and the song vele.

#ITS A NEED #WKDNSJDBJSDB WE COOKED WE ATE #i actually will not be able to sleep tonight #WDYM #NAH WHY IS ENHA SO DESI CODED #there are some idols that were def meant to be desi #I CANTTTTT #KAYZ WE ARE SO GENIUS #enhypen #enhypen x reader #desi engene #desi tag #kayz! #enha!asks #jay thoughts

[everythingpresley]

Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 1

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

    ||     Word Count: 1,827

Masterlist

A/N: I'm not really sure about this story, hopefully you guys like it. Anyway, I wrote this with Elvis on my mind but you can also imagine Austin!Elvis as well.

Don't you kiss me once or twice - Chapter 1

1970

I was dead asleep when the bell from the hallway rang. I groggily opened my eyes and looked over at my alarm clock that was next to my head. The alarm clock read: 2:07AM.

Shit.

This was Elvis’ personal bell that he had placed in the hallway at Graceland for whenever he needed something from the house chef or maid but they were out of town so I guess the bell was for me. What did he want at 2 in the morning? I cursed as I quickly got out of bed when it rang again. I quickly headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I had worked with Elvis for the past six months as his personal assistant and it was no easy job. I honestly was in no mood to change into actual clothes, I kept my pjs on that consisted of shorts and a t-shirt. I grumbled walking up the steps that lead to the living room since my room was downstairs in the basement.

“Jess!” Elvis exclaimed, energetic as ever at 2 in the morning.

I rubbed my eye, walking into the kitchen “Morning.”

“Oh I’m sorry, were you asleep?” He asked from where he was leaning on the kitchen island, he was still dressed in his black dress pants and white button down, long sleeve shirt with the first two buttons open, showing a bit of his chest hair. His hair was still in place which meant he had just gotten back from the event he was at.

“It’s fine.” I replied.

His eyes swept over my body and landed on my bare legs, lingering for a second then found their way to up my eyes.

I raised my eyebrow, waiting for him to tell me what he needed.

He cleared his throat “Um could you make me that really good cheeseburger that you always make?” He smiled sheepishly. He's my boss I don’t know why he has to ask if I could do it.

I smiled and nodded, walking over to the fridge.

“Thank you. I’ll be in my room.” He said, pushing himself off of the kitchen counter and walking away.

I stretched, still feeling a bit hazy. I turned on the stove and placed the pan on top, waiting for the pan to slightly heat up before I threw in the butter and beef patty. Elvis always had vinyls in every room including the kitchen, I needed to really wake myself up I decided to turn it on. One of his albums was already on so I just kept it as is. I loved his music, getting to see him everyday on that stage is exhilarating and wonderful every time. You really never get bored from seeing him live.

Suspicious minds started playing.

I hummed as I threw in the burger patty on the pan.

“We can’t go on together, with suspicious minds” I sang softly, while swaying my butt to the beat.

I flipped the burger as it started getting brown while still singing and getting more into the song. I was full on dancing at this point and bopping my head up and down.

I turned around to get the bread from the counter behind me, I gasped and clutched my chest when I saw Elvis in his pjs with a smirk on his face leaning on the door frame of the kitchen.

“Fuck. Elvis, you scared me.” I huffed.

“Doll. You didn’t tell me you can move like that.” He bit his lower lip as his smirk spread to a full grin.

I rolled my eyes at the nickname and grabbed the buns off the counter turning to heat them up a bit on the skillet. As I dropped the buns to toast them I could feel the heat of a body, burning on my back.

“Who are you rollin’ your eyes at darlin’?” Elvis whispered. I could feel his breath on my ear, sending tingles down my spine. He was standing so close that if I were to take one teeny tiny step I would bump into him.

“The ghost that was behind you Mr.Presley.” I replied, biting back a smirk.

Elvis burst out laughing and moved away from behind me. He leaned on the counter behind me, crossing his arms over his chest.

I turned and placed the plate on the counter, right next to where Elvis was leaning.

“Have dinner with me.” He said.

“I already had dinner and it’s almost 3 in the morning.” I replied “Also we have a flight to Vegas tomorrow.”

“Yeah and you can have a lil nap on the flight.” He replied, picking up his burger and taking a bite.

Knowing him, I went over to the fridge and got him a cold bottle of Pepsi. He grinned and wiped his mouth with a tissue, grabbing the Pepsi from my hand.

He hummed softly “You know me so well doll.”

“I have to.” I chuckled “I am your assistant after all.”

“So you wouldn’t be interested to get to know me if you weren’t my assistant?” He narrowed his eyes.

“I didn’t say that Elvis.” I laughed and hopped to sit on the counter opposite of him.

“You’ve been working for me for the past what 6-7 months?”

“It feels like a decade though.” I joked.

He laughed again and shook his head “I didn’t know you were that hilarious darlin’”.

I shook my head, we were constantly around each other but we rarely had an occurrence where we were on our own. The house is usually very busy but today it was very quiet, I think half of the crew is already in Vegas.

“Anyway, I was goin’ to say you’ve worked with me for a while but I barely know much about you.”

“Well, what do you want to know?” I asked, tilting my head to the side. He gave me a half smile and tapped his chin, thinking.

“What made you decide you wanted to become an assistant?”

“Honestly?” I smiled sheepishly “I needed the money.”

“What did you do before?”

“I worked in a startup as an auditor. Boring, I know.”

“And that didn’t pay much?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It did for me but then my sister didn’t end up getting a scholarship to college and I needed something that pays more.” I shrugged.

“You’re paying for your sister’s education?” His expression softened.

“Yeah.” I looked down at my feet “Well, you know my dad is retired and my mom was a stay at home mom, it kinda fell on me as the older sister to take care of things.” It was hard to have that kind of burden on a 26 year old just starting my career and having to change paths for the sake of money but I love my family and I would do anything for them.

Elvis had met my parents and siblings; my sister Ella (18) and brother Jack (22) a few times, they were big Elvis fans so I had to introduce them to him when we were in Vegas because we’re originally from California so it was an easy drive for them to pop over and say hello. Elvis though insisted they come back to Memphis with us and get a tour of Graceland when he found out that they were big fans, they stayed with us over the weekend and had the best time.

“You know, I could-“ he started to say before I interrupted him.

“Don’t even.” I pointed my finger at him “I’m not telling you this for sympathy or money. You asked and I answered honestly.”

He raised his arms in surrender “Fine doll.”

“How’s the burger?” I asked since he only had a bite.

He smiled and picked it again, taking another bite. He moaned loudly and dramatically which made me laugh.

He licked his lips and smirked while looking at me “Best damn cheeseburger. Lord have mercy!” He said and took another bite.

I shook my head at him with a huge grin on my face, it was an ordinary burger. He loved to exaggerate. But his compliment still made me blush slightly.

“You know, there’s a little burger joint in Vegas close to the International that has really good cheeseburger.” I told him.

“Really? Well then I have to try it when we get there.”

“I’m going to bed.” I said, jumping off the counter to land on my feet.

He pouted slightly looking at me with puppy dog eyes. God I wanted to punch him sometimes because how can a man be this attractive, it’s not fair.

“Come on, finish your burger. You need to sleep as well. Long day tomorrow. We have the flight and right after we land, you’re going straight to rehearsals then the evening show.”

He sighed and nodded “Let’s hope I can sleep.” He muttered.

“I can make you camomile tea, it really helps.” I said.

He shook his head “It’s fine Jess. Thank you.”

“Good night.” I said and started walking out of the kitchen.

“Nighty night.”

I dreaded going back to Vegas because it was way more hectic and tiring and I’m not even the one preforming. But what usually happened was that Elvis gets irritated very quickly when we’re on tour or in Vegas. The girls and the parties and the pills were too much. He’s way more relaxed and himself in Graceland or when he was recording. I usually disappear after the show, I don’t like partaking in what happens late at night. Sometimes Jerry would convince me to stay but I hated waking up late so I would usually opt out.

I could see Elvis starting to get frustrated during rehearsals and I knew it was a combination of lack of sleep and anxiousness of having to be on stage in a few hours. Elvis wanted to take a break but the Colonel insisted to keep going. I quickly left the hotel to walk down the strip and headed towards one of the little coffee shops that I discovered a while back. I always got him black coffee and a little cinnamon roll from here, he loved it. So I grabbed some for him and walked back to the hotel.

He was still on the stage but he was shaking his head.

“Okay, I think it’s time for a break.” I said loudly as I started walking up the stairs that lead to the stage. I waved the coffee and little bag that had the cinnamon roll to Elvis. I knew the Colonel was glaring daggers at the back of my head but I didn’t care.

He smiled and nodded “I agree.” He said loudly. Everyone looked grateful as they walked off the stage to either grab themselves water or food.

Elvis walked over to me and took the coffee cup from my hands, he sipped it slowly.

“Hmm. Thank you.” He smiled. 

#elvis presley #elvis songs #austin butler elvis #elvis 2022 #austin!elvis x reader #elvis x you #elvis x y/n #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley x you #elvis x oc #elvis presley x oc

[eiightysixbaby]

here are a few fun questions to distract yourself!

1. what is eddie's favorite holiday?

2. would he like christmas songs?

3. what do you think eddie's guilty pleasure movie is?

4. what hobby besides d&d and his band would he have?

5. what would be his favorite halloween candy?

also please take care 🫶🏻

hi lovely thank you for this :’)

1. eddie’s favorite holiday is halloween, because he’s so imaginative and he loves dressing up and taking the time to plan a costume

2. i think he would, yeah! sure it’s not exactly the vibe he gives off, but he just can’t stop the holly jolly energy from infecting him. he’s completely content sitting by the christmas tree with you while you’re serenaded by christmas songs coming from the stereo

3. grease. he knows all of the songs and sings to them when he watches it. nancy has everyone over for a movie night one night and puts that on, and everyone is floored when eddie starts singing.

4. I think eddie likes to draw :) probably has a sketchbook that he carries around with him but is shy about showing his drawings off to people 🥺

5. he strikes me as a reese’s peanut butter cup guy. like after trick or treating is over he’s laying in bed, reese’s wrappers surrounding him as he digs through the bowl of leftover candy that had been for the kids

#leah’s got mail 💌 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

[transmascaraa]

assigning different genshin chars to plavi orkestar(blue orchestra) songs!

characters: lyney, wanderer, kazuha, heizou, xiao, venti, gaming, furina

author's note: alright i wanna do something before i do the 6 reqs that i have. i'm from bosnia and i love ex-you music, especially plavi orkestar so this is kinda a self-explanatory thing lol anyways you can search for the lyrics online and then translate them or something because i just think that they fit these chars so yeah🤷‍♂️

• Lyney - puteru puteru

i think this one suits him cuz like it's about thinking you're not all that good to your lover, although... "puter" means "butter" so you're basically calling the one you love "butter" and yes that doesn't make sense. but i think it suits him, see the lyrics and you might get it lol

"ja sam tebe prvi poljubio, ja sam tebe svemu naucio." (i was the one who kissed you first, i was the one who taught you everything.)

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• Wanderer - nisam je probudio

alright. let me just translate the name "i didn't wake her up" and it suits him imo. not looking at how all the songs are with fem prns unfortunately but just at the lyrics. there's also lines like "majko, zasto me nije cekala?" and more, and "majka" means "mother". he's like asking his mother why didn't "she" wait for him etc etc the lyrics really explain him if he lost you or smthn help i would cry rn this fits him so much actually in the chorus the lyrics are "ako si me voljela sto me nisi povela" translating to "if you loved me, why didn't you bring me" as in like why didn't you bring him to death with you or something

"majko, da li znas, jos sam sam." (mother, do you know, i'm still alone.)

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• kazuha - ne mogu ti nista osim srca dati

"i can't give you anything other than my heart" and i think it's so accurate for kazuha frfr. the way that it's sung is just so kazuha-coded imo especially when the chorus says "uzmi ili ostavi" when talking about his heart and it means "take it or leave it" and i think that he's just like thatttt he would accept it either you loved him or not because he's still ready to sacrifice his everything for you even though you may not love him cuz the lyrics are also "preslab da te zadrzim, prejak da ti oprostim, morat cu da prezivim." aka "too weak to keep you, too strong to forgive you, i'll have to survive" and for some reason i imagine kazuha singing that

"ne mogu ti nista osim srca dati, osim svoje ljubavi." (i can't give you anything other than my heart, other than my love.)

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• Heizou - zarazi me svojim poljupcem

a lot of their songs are about tragic love yes so just take the angst lol back to heizou. now it's "infect me with your kiss" and it's canon because i'm the mole under his right eye. it's basically about begging for one last kiss and rejecting to believe that you left him. also in the chorus there's also "i prenesi, duso, tugu na mene" meaning "and pass, darling, the sorrow on me" also another thing i wanna say, "dusa(duša but i don't use the čćšđž in my language cuz i'm lazy)" means "soul" but when talking to a loved one or someone it can also mean "darling" so yeah. help i love this song sm

"sanjao sam nocima, da ti ljubim vrat." (i dreamt for nights, that i was kissing your neck)

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• Xiao - sava tiho tece

"the Sava flows quietly" and the Sava is a river on the border between bosnia and croatia. and xiao doesn't really show emotions all that much but i think that this is what his brain would at least be like. really sad cuz he has to leave you aka you have to leave him. "zadnje nam je vece, draga. postala si dama." means "it's our last night, dear. you became a lady" and i think it suits him idk tho

"vec je meni, dal ces moci, poslije mene, ljubiti." (instead, it's to me, if you will be able, to love, after me.)

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• Venti - kad si sam, druze moj

now honestly i had two ideas in mind. either this, "when you're alone, my friend" or "bolje biti pijan nego star" (better to be drunk than old) and let me tell you. if you're looking for a sad love song, see "bolje biti pijan nego star" but if you just want a good angsty song to relate to, i recommend this. "da si nista onome, ko je tebi bio sve." is "that you're nothing to the one, who was everything to you" and something tells me that he relates to that. love this song and i love venti too sooooo ("pio-ne pio" is basically "drink or not drink" without the "or". that's how we sometimes say stuff lol)

"hej, pio-ne pio, voljet cu te ja." (hey, drink-not drink, i will love you.)

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• Gaming - sedam

basically "seven". yes, the number. 7. it talks about how without you, 7 days lasts like a day to him. also that eternity lasts for 7 days for him without you. i think it suits him, honestly. he wants you, but can't have you anymore, so he's mostly talking about his day/days and how they pass, always mentioning how it's not the same as before.

"cini mi se ljubav da je to..." (it seems like love to me...)

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• Furina - sacuvaj zadnji ples za mene

STOP I IMAGINE FURINA DANCING TO THIS. IT FITS SO MUCH FHSHBSS "keep you last dance for me" and it's canon cuz i said so. "ma makar bio lazni, zagli me nocas, draga, najbolje sto znas." translates to "even if it's fake, hug me tonight, dear, the most you know" and it's basically like you're planning to part from her. i imagine this song tho YOU singing it to her. despite the first person male prns. still, i love the idea of it. "za mene vrijeme vise nema vaznosti, nije vazno ko je kriv." is "for me time doesn't have importance anymore, it doesn't matter who is guitly." i want to cry at every single word in this song because it's so much for furina. i can't listen to it without thinking of Focalors' last dance plssss it's so sad and it fits her so muchhhh

"kisne kaplje padaju po prozoru, mozda ce ti suze sakriti." (raindrops falling on the window, maybe they'll hide your tears.)

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help it took me an hour and a half to make this.

i love it

i should stop obsessing over this lmao nobody is gonna understand me unless they understand the song/lyrics

i hope you liked it nonetheless

i want to do this again(i will sometime)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fluff #furina #gaming #lyney #wanderer #venti #xiao #heizou #kazuha #plavi orkestar #song headcanons #i love other ex-yu bands like zabranjeno pusenje too (forbidden smoking) #i should start on doing those 6 reqs now #should maybe be done by tomorrow??? #⑅⁠čikonyxo's post🎭

[total-drama-brainrot]

oh yes!!! yes that is such a wonderful speech and i am fanning myself in the bathroom rn.

i love open endings haha. maybe on the boat there's the vague sound of alejandro's screams of pain but they're both like "nah it's probably nothing" and hug in a friends way.

i haven't said this but duncan has to sing duncanrific the comeback song which he gets around by doing one verse and letting everyone argue until chris cuts it for going over time.

also lindsay and noah friendship: the normal way would be to build it up premerge before he gets eliminated but the au of an au way would be to change the tone of the au somewhat and have him be her merge alliance instead of heather. which also gives her a marginally better excuse for not having noticed the aletyler manipulation. i saw that nowen aftermath fic i think it works.

anyway this time ... well owen obviously wouldn't be the merge elimination this time so the options are cody heather and sierra. last two would probably be easier to get the votes for i think. (it would be funny if noah was still kind of attracted to alejandro. toxic yaoi when.) - lindsanon

Ah, thank you. I tried to heavily reference your draft speech there, so a lot of the work was already done. 🤷‍♀️

Open endings are a lot more fun than definitive ones, because you can use them as diving boards into new stories! Or, have other people inspired by your initial story carry is on, using your open ending as their starting point. OR, just having things end indeterminately for the sake of it is great too- a lot of things IRL end without cut-and-dry resolutions, after all.

Duncan being forced to sing a Fergalicious parody will never NOT be funny, I can just imagine him seething through the one verse he's made to sing. It's a smart move, getting the others to inadvertently take over the song.

I think having Lindsay keep her post-merge alliance with Heather has more impact, thanks to their shared history. Lindsay and Noah's friendship in this AU shouldn't overshadow the greater plotline/story arc; as much as we all love having Noah around he really isn't a major character. If you want to make him one, however, that's up to you.

Having Noah in a constant state of "Oh No He's Hot" whilst trying his best to keep his feelings towards Alejandro strictly negative is my bread and butter. He's the cold, logical one, things like attraction won't override his rationality (spoiler, they totally will). Toxic yaoi stays winning. But that's not the focus of this story.

Anyway, if Lyler are going to remain friend-ish by the end of the story, that means Lindsay and Beth can finally become the wholesome yuri they were always meant to be! (/hj)

#lyler sabotage au #total drama #td lindsay #td noah #lindsanon #replies

[zilabee]

Snippets from Brian Wilson's autobiography from 2016, that are kind of about Paul McCartney without necessarily being about Paul McCartney at all:

I wrote a song for [Frank Sinatra] once called "Still I Dream of It". He didn't say yes to the song, and that bothered me. It was a beautiful song about loneliness and hope.

I love that both Brian and Paul wrote weirdly sad songs for Frank Sinatra and Frank noped out on them both.

We went on our honeymoon at the beginning of 1965. I was sitting around, looking at the water or closing my eyes out on the beach, and a whole song came to me. It was "Girl Don't Tell Me." I didn't have any way to get it down. I didn't have a pen. I didn't have a guitar. I didn't have a piano. But I just heard the whole thing up there, from start to finish and I remembered it well enough to go later and write down the lyrics on a piece of paper. It was a real trip to write a song that way. I thought it would keep happening like that. It never did again.

He laid an egg! Like Paul with Yesterday. There's also another bit of the book where he says that he wrote Girl Don't Tell Me for John Lennon, and considered giving it to the Beatles, and that's why they didn't put backing on it or anything. Maybe you only lay eggs if you're thinking about John Lennon, that's all I'm saying.

Melinda and I got married at a chapel in Palos Verdas. I picked as the date February 6, because it was Marilyn's birthday. That way I figured, I would never forget the date. Melinda agreed.

Marilyn is his ex-wife. He got married on the date of his first wife's birthday. Apparently this is just something that makes sense and isn't weird at all.

Some answers are in my own songs, some answers are in other people's songs. One of the songs that never fails is "Let It Be". I sing it to myself all the time. Whenever it comes on the radio, it lifts me. Whenever I have mental problems, it saves me, big time. It's like a Valium to me.

There are other bits where he mentions Paul and Paul's music explicitly. Times they've met and sung harmony together. He calls him Pablo. He talks about hearing the Beatles and wanting to do something better and so on. He says that he'd still quite like to write a song with Paul but he's not sure that Paul would want to.

I could say that I really worked forever on it, that I spent a year imagining how the melody would work and another year on the lyrics. But the facts are that Tony and I sat down at a piano and wrote it in forty five minutes. […] If you look at the studio logs, it shows almost two dozen takes, but it didn't feel that way at all. "God Only Knows" felt easy. It came out like melted butter.

Writing emotional support songs for one another across the atlantic ocean.

I have heard those voices for a long time, maybe fifty years now. they first came to me when I was twenty-two, after I took LSD. LSD was something that people told me made your mind larger, and that sounded interesting to me. I was interested in exploring ways of getting expanded. The first time I took it, I had to go hide in a bedroom, and I thought mostly about my parents and whether I should be afraid of them. I also started to play what became 'California Girls' on the piano, that sound of the cowboy riding into town. I played it and played it until I heard other things inside of it. But about a week after that, the first voices started to pop up. They'd sound like a real person's voice, a person different from me who I couldn't control, but inside my own head. I didn't know what to do with them. [...] Doctors have told me that the voices didn't come from the acid, that they would have happened anyway, but I'm not sure. I didn't have them before.

That was 1964. I've never been able to work out how well known this was at the time, but Paul talks about not wanting to take lsd to begin with because he was worried he wouldn't be himself afterwards. He must have known stories like this, even if not Brian's particular experience. But if he did know about Brian, it would be even scarier, I think, because even then they must have seen a parallel in how they heard music, how their brains worked in some ways.

Because [Do You Wanna Dance] is a dance song, people don't think of it as a spiritual thing, but it is, because it's harmony.

Only including that because I love how he just believes that harmony is the most important thing in the world. It's a truly religious thing for him, it's one of the loveliest things about the book. His trying to explain how he writes music, is different from Paul, because he thinks it differently, but there's the same sense of 'you just sit there and then you write a song...' There's a great bit where he talks about being in the studio and sitting in front of the mixer, but not touching it, just needing to be near it so he could work out the song. And he's like 'after about fifteen minutes… I mean they said it was an hour or two, but about fifteen minutes… I went over to the piano… I didn't play the piano, but it meant I could explain the harmony'.

There was some big study at a university and the doctors who did the study said that anxiety and creativity are sort of the same thing: both of them are about dealing less with what's in front of you and more with what's in your head. Listening to what's in your head, especially when you're a person with anxiety, leads to negative emotions. But they're also a form of imagination. If you can worry about problems when there aren't problems around, then you can also think of stories or songs when there aren't stories or songs around. You can make things go from not existing to existing.

I'm sure there's another bit that I can't find now, where he talked about realising that if you can make songs, then you sort of have a duty to. Because if you don't make them exist they don't exist.

all quotes from I Am Brian Wilson by Brian Wilson and Ben Greenman

#I feel like all I do at the moment is post bits of books #it's just stuff I want to keep #at least I put all of this into one go #brian wilson #beach boys #god only knows #paul mccartney

[mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa]

Music is music. What the fuck is westernized. It is people like you that are so pretentious about music that make me think you guys are not real. Not writing music doesn't make you any less a musician. Jungkook has been singing Justin Bieber from 2014 and covering american songs since 2015. How is this direction such a shocker. How many more "westernized" songs does jungkook have to release until you stop talking about him. Bts music not being westernized then what is dynamite, butter, ptd, my universe, and all their title tracks that are released with big american artists.

"Music is music."

Something we can agree on... but I feel it's about to go downhill from here...

"What the fuck is westernized."

"It is people like you that are so pretentious about music that make me think you guys are not real."

Because I'm SOOO pretentious, I decided to add a dictionary definition to the previous part.

And if I'm not real then clearly I'm a figment of your imagination... I would get that checked out... seriously...

"Not writing music doesn't make you any less a musician."

Ah, another thing we can agree on.

[WHISPERS TO MY FOLLOWERS] If only they read more of my blog!

"Jungkook has been singing Justin Bieber from 2014 and covering american songs since 2015."

I know, I love his cover of Bieber's Purpose & 2U and more recently Styles's Falling.

"How is this direction such a shocker."

It's not. But some people believe based on history and JKs own lips, that he has been working on songs for several years. It's easy to them conclude he might release his own songs... just saying.

"How many more "westernized" songs does jungkook have to release until you stop talking about him."

You don't get get to do decide what and who I talk about on my blog so... Fu...

"Bts music not being westernized then what is dynamite, butter, ptd, my universe, and all their title tracks that are released with big American artists."

I'm leaving this one to my followers because to me they are more ARMY and more JK fans than you will every be...

#my asks

[aberooski]

Do you have singing voice HCs for any DM characters?

Ooh good question! Of course you can take my headcanons with a grain of salt, but I'm happy to share!

I sort of do, but not quite to the same degree as my hyperfixation on my GX crew singing voice headcanons. Or maybe it is actually it's been a while since I've thought about these guys that way aksksk

Like for instance we have a frame of reference for Seto because Eric Stuart is a singer. Which would apply to Bastion a little bit too through the transitive property of voice actors but Seto's voice is more or less just Eric's and Bastion's isn't so I think about them very differently.

Side note: Seto can sing and has a nice voice but would literally never sing ever in his life so I don't think even he knows what his vocals are like. 🤭

We also sorta have a frame of reference for Téa because in my experience we all just kinda agree that it's her singing We'll Be There even though it's not actually Amy Birnbaum singing. But from that frame of reference I think it's safe to say I think she'd have a very pop-y voice. Her voice is light enough to be very agile for runs and has the energy for more upbeat songs. I also think she lives more in the upper register, not quite full soprano though. She'd probably be more of a mezzo soprano in like a choir or something like that. But she's got a great belting range. So jealous

Tristan I actually think about the most. I think he actually has a very good voice and everyone is surprised by that when they find out. It's kinda like a secret talent but he's modest about it. He's the most musically adept between the four of them apart from Téa since she's a dancer and has that side on lock too, but he keeps it to himself. But goddammit his voice is smooth like butter and lives in that middle voice range. Get him on a nice slow acoustic song and he'll change your fucking life.

Joey is the most amateurish with his sound and general talent but he tries. He's lowkey jealous of Tristan's innate vocal talent and tries harder to get good so he can one up him at first but then just grows to enjoy it. And he's more of a belter than Tristan which he loves to flex but in a fun and playful way. Hid voice like I said is amateurish and rough and unrefined, but he's got the spirit and the potential to be a very very good vocalist as he improves.

Bakura has the sweetest most gentle tuckin voice in the world 😭 except for Yugi but shhhhh! Like you want him singing lullabies to your kids at night. His voice is very melodious and his British accent survives in his vocals which just 😭 his range is deceptively low though but is generally very wide.

I haven't thought super deep into Duke or Mai but I have decided they both have deep, sultry, very sexy voices 😩 Like they would KILL in a midnight piano bar. Voice part wise I've always had it in my mind that Mai would be an alto, probably 2nd alto, and Duke would be a baritone. I also can't imagine any senerio where Mai doesn't have natural vibrato 😩

And Yugi 🤔 Yugi is very self conscious about his voice but like Bakura, he has the fucking sweetest most gentle voice you've ever heard. It's just as gentle as he is, and his range leans more on the higher side but he's got more of a lower register than Sy does of you know my headcanon about him 🤭 Joey loves to be his hype man if the situation ever arises where Yugi sings anything like if they're having a karaoke night or something and he appreciates the sentiment but get soooo embarrassed. He and Téa duet at karaoke night a lot and their voices are very well matched 🥰

Tbh haven't really thought about Atem that much that way 🤔 but in my mind he's a bass/baritone. But he probably has a very nice voice too, strong and warm and just a kinda naturally refined sound. I dunno really, but he can definitely sing 😅

Hope that's a satisfactory answer for you! 💜

#yugioh #yugioh headcanons #yugi muto #yami yugi #seto kaiba #tea gardner #tristan taylor #joey wheeler #duke devlin #mai valentine #ryou bakura #answered

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Sing-U-Lator

For: @thefalsefangirl @higgidigs @briarlovesu @bibliophilea @idiot-cheesehead-archenemy

Song inspiration: Addict - Vivziepop and Alastor’s Reprise - Vivziepop Vlad and Danny have a proper talk but it's not really a talk or proper

Danny roughs up his hair, frustrated, why did Lancer always have give such open-ended ‘up to your imagination’ projects? Sure Danny didn't lack creativity but his creativity wasn’t exactly… normal. Plus, how was he supposed to make a song prompt without ripping off Ember? Sometimes being friends with a singer was a major double edge sword.

He’s half tempted to just call Vlad, dude gave some solid advice… even if it sometimes seemed slightly sketchy. What would he know about this though? Maybe he writes poetry in his rich person free time?

Thumping his head on his desk a couple of times, fuck it. Flipping out his phone and leaning back, “hey yo, Vladdie”.

“Daniel? Is there an issue. I am rather… preoccupied at the moment”.

Danny snorts at that, “I’d say with what but you're still all mysterious half the time. Anyways, my homework isn’t home working. Know anything to do with music?”.

“… I’m beginning to believe that you have a very concerning sense of timing, my boy. I’ve rather recently… acquired a seemingly ectoplasm infused music generating bow tie”.

Danny blinks hard at that, not for the first time since meeting the man, Danny’s had the feeling Vlad had sticky fingers or something. Sure, Danny also stole stuff… and maybe did so more now than he used to -which now that he thinks about it, might be ever so slightly due to some Vlad-related encouragement. But that’s a thought for another day- but Vlad was way more sticky fingered. “Why? Though I guess that could just make my music prompt for me”.

Danny jumps at a sudden voice, “that could be quiet a good idea. You are rather bad at this”.

Danny whirls around, “eh yo, what the fuck?!?”.  It’s goddamn GhostWriter… Well at least it’s not Walker, or Boxy, or Skulker.

The GhostWriter seemingly ignores the teen, eyeing the paper instead, “you clearly have no love for the written word, as painful as that is, can’t have you embarrassing ghosts with your lack of lyrical diction”, summoning out his keyboard, fingers flying.

Danny groans loudly, “oh come on! Not this shit again”.

“Language, Daniel”.

The GhostWriter narrows his eyes at the phone, “and I would appreciate my artefact returned”.

And suddenly Danny gets hurtled out his window, half shrieking, “VLAAAAAAAD!”, angrily all the while. Granted… he couldn’t blame his -sometimes sketchy- mentor too much; Danny was usually the one who caused issues and Vlad certainly wasn’t immune to trouble making. Vlad yelping, “butter biscuits!”, on the other side of the line at least means this was probably going to be both of their problem(s).

The two halfas groan and push themselves up from the hard smooth ground.

So they weren’t outside on the dirt/grass. Good to know.

Danny grumbles, “I don’t know whether to blame you, blame GhostWriter, blame you, blame myself, blame you, or blame Lancer”.

Vlad giving a very dry reply, “funny, I was thinking something very similar”, then chuckling faintly, “perhaps halfas merely attract ill luck”, glancing around as he stands and brushes himself off, “we appear to be in some sort of cafe”.

“Ah fuck yes, tell me there’s coffee”.

“Language”, Vlad shakes his head, “you consume enough of that stuff to kill you a few times over”.

Danny snorts, “aw, you’d miss me”.

“But of course”. Vlad’s voice is genuinely fond, making Danny mutter, “I know it’s 🎶till death dooooo us part,  but we're already past that phase🎶”.

Both of them stop at that, Danny looks insanely confused and slightly pissed off; Vlad quirks a single eyebrow. Quirking another eyebrow at the bow tie, which is apparently tied around his wrist now, as it starts making music, a electronic piano beat, “I don’t think this is going to end well”.

Danny grumbling, “sounds like the story of my half life. Shit always so seems to be going south since the whole dyin’ while tryin’ to be helpful thing”.

Vlad eyes him, “but 🎶this could be a brand neeeew start🎶”, grimacing a little after because seriously?

Danny huffing, yeah sure the whole dying thing really legit could have effectively given him a new ‘lease on life’ as it were, but instead he’s just spending all of his time fighting and anxiously hiding his shit. Even if he legit honestly likes the way he is now, he had cool powers and stuff. Grumbling, “tell me about it. 🎶I think I deserve some praise for the way that I ammmmmmmm🎶”, gesturing around a bit ridiculously because he might as well just go along with this and no one else was actually here from the looks of It to witness this bullshit. Being a ghost was fucking great okay? Regardless of his parents anti-ghost ectophobia bullshit.

Vlad glances around and shrugs, he’s been involved in stranger, sitting down in a random chair, “🎶despite becoming a ghost, and ending up nearly comatose🎶”; Vlad was still baffled by how severe Danny’s portal-related accident was. The fact that his body survived getting blasted by an entire dimension worth of ectoplasm and being electrocuted by over four lightening bolts worth of electricity was impressive and a bit horrifying.

Danny rolls his eyes at that, flicking his wrist pointedly at Vlad as the bow tie adds in fucking finger snapping to its tune, “🎶I don’t give a daaaaaaaamnnnnnn🎶”, eyeing Vlad with a bit of a smirk, “what about you?”.

Vlad snorts and stands up, “🎶I let my emotions go, and fudge being a sober hoe🎶”. Danny looks a little scandalised by Vlad’s almost swearing but takes the offered flasks because at this point, fuck it.

The GhostWriter is one hundred percent manipulating this into a musical or some shit, and no one wants to deal with that shit fully sober.

The two taking steps, gesturing, and dancing a little while their hands are almost connected due to holding the flask. Singing together, “🎶this is the maaaantra, this is the liiiiife🎶”. Regardless of anything Danny liked the way he was and he damn well knew Vlad did too.

Separating and twirling, still singing together, “🎶we’re playing with our lives noooooow, till the end of every niiiiiiiight 🎶”.

Vlad eyeing his flask, “🎶eventually surrounded by fiiiire🎶”.

Danny laughing, “🎶my fighting passion igniiiights🎶”.

The two eyeing each other and grinning a little, “🎶a hit of the heaven and hell, a helluva hiiiiigh🎶”. At this point they were in this shit together, even if Danny had a feeling that Vlad was a less than stellar influence, and Vlad knew that Danny might one day force him to reconcile with his ‘old friends’.

Vlad turning away, “🎶I’m addddddicted to the madddddness🎶”, he knew damn well all the crime and less than legal stuff he did was something he got a massive rush from, and what did he care if he screwed a few people over for his own personal gain?

Danny turning away as well, “🎶this tooooown is my atlaaaaantis🎶”, this town, Amity Park, was his Everything and he was protective as Hell of it. It was nice that a lot of the town was starting to actually view him as their protector, made him feel like his purpose was actually being seen.

Vlad chuckles, eyeing Danny quickly, “you do a lot of rather illegal things to protect ‘this town’, you know”. Danny chuckling right back, “as if you don’t do the same to satisfy your possessiveness”.

Danny puts up a fist for a fist bump and Vlad rolls his eyes though supplies him with his requested fist bump, the two singing together again, “🎶we’re forever gonna have a fucking/fudging reason to sin🎶”.

Vlad glares at him a little over the swearing but everything help him if he didn't already know that Danny had a bit of a foul mouth and that it was kind of pointless to correct the boy. Besides, Danny’s ‘soul’ or whatever was a lot cleaner than his own, “🎶let me leaaaaaave my soul to burn🎶”,

Danny pointing at him agressively, “🎶I’ll be breathin’ it in🎶”, then making a face, “I mean that your mentorship is actually kinda good, not that I’m going to literally breath in your burnt ashes, what the fuck GhostWriter”, and glares at the ceiling; faint ghostly laughter could be heard.

Vlad can’t help grinning at that a little, “🎶and I’m addiiiicted to that feeeeeeling🎶”.

Danny gesturing up, “🎶then get hiiiiiigher than the ceiiiiiling🎶”.

Vlad nods curtly, because as not harmful as this was, it was still annoying.

The Ghostwriters voice comes down from the ceiling, “🎶and I’m neeeever gonna want this feeling to end, just conceeeeede and give in to you inner demons again🎶”.  Vlad fires a blast at the ceiling while the bow tie adds in a metallic drum beat for a bit before slowing to a more soft sound.

Danny eyes Vlad a little, “you know I know what you ‘inner demons’ are at this point, right? Your thing for mom?”, cringing and rubbing his neck, “and I mean sure,  🎶yeah, you fell in loooove. But-🎶”, gesturing at the flask, “🎶-you fell deeper in a piiit🎶”.

Vlad blinks, sure he knew Daniel would figure that out eventually but this was definitely not how he wanted that to come out. But what were ghosts if not their past regrets and obsessions? He couldn’t give up on her, not yet, maybe not ever. Throwing a hand out to the side and trying to hide that that comment hurt a little, “well 🎶Death didn’t get us aaabooove. So count your blessing because this is it🎶”, that came out more bitter than he really meant it.

Danny quirks an eyebrow at him and moving to get a bit in his face, “🎶sooooo you’re not letting goooOooOOOOoooOoo🎶?”.

Vlad shrugs, taking a swig from his flask and eyeing the musical bow tie with contempt, “🎶so what if I misbehave🎶”.

Danny huffing, crossing his arms, “🎶I guess it’s what everybody craves🎶”, then pointing at Vlad, “but, 🎶look around and you’ll already knooooOoOooOOOoow🎶”, pausing and rubbing his temples, “it ain’t gonna work out for you, you know”.

Vlad shrugs more vulnerably than he really means to, “I know, I really do. You think I can’t tell, Daniel? Meeting you and seeing them again makes that so clear. But-”, eyeing the boy, “-an apprentice changes a mentor as much as a mentor changes their apprentice”, holding out a hand, “🎶so, come if you’re feeling brave, and fancy yourself a mentor🎶”.  Bow tie beat picking back up again.

Danny chuckles, okay Vlad’s thing for mom was weird and would never work out but if Vlad was content to redirect himself towards mentoring Danny himself then who was Danny to argue against that? Heck! It was probably a really good thing, plus Vlad was -maybe? Possibly?- morally questionable enough that he wouldn’t take Danny’s shit but also wouldn’t question him about being socially unacceptable. “🎶you want it, I got it. See what you liiiikeeeeEEEeeEe🎶”.

Vlad nods, when he first met Danny and realised what he was, a fellow halfa, it was just a maze of endless possibilities. When he realised that Daniel not only formed as a ghost at a far higher ectoplasmic level but also had more room for growth, he was amazing. Daniel could beat Pariah some day, if he tried. Having that boy as his was far too tempting and far more enticing than any amount of money or Maddie. Daniel could take the world if he wanted, and Vlad could guide that, could stand beside him, “🎶we could have it allllllllll, by the end of any niiight🎶”. If Daniel tried he could probably take over the entire Infinite Realm today if he so desired.

Danny snorts, waving him off, “I can’t tell if you mean this world or the afterlife. But here it would be, 🎶your money and power🎶 and in the ghost zone it would definitely be, 🎶my sinful deliiiight🎶”, chuckling, “you know how much a lot of ghosts hate me at this point”. Him chuckling again, “🎶I’mma hit of that heaven and hell, a helluva hiiiiiigh🎶”.

Vlad can’t help chuckling himself at that, Daniel had managed to piss of an impressive amount of ghosts in a very short amount of time, “🎶it’s like you’re addiiiiicted to the maaaadeness🎶”.

Danny waving him off, “🎶this tooooown will always be my atlaaaaantis🎶”.

Vlad ruffles up his hair, “🎶we’re forever gonna have a fudging reason to sin🎶”.

Danny collapsing over a table dramatically, “🎶let me leave my soul to burn, I’ll be breathing it in🎶”; which Vlad rolls his eyes at.

Vlad pokes the boys forehead, “🎶you’re addiiiicted to the feeeeeeling🎶”, Daniel was more combative than Vlad would actually like. Obviously he didn’t really have to worry about Daniel getting hurt but it really was like he was addicted to getting into fist fights sometimes.

Danny bats his finger/hand off, “have you seen the amount of ghosts that show up to cause problems? It’s a perfect excuse to 🎶get hiiigheeer than the ceeeiliing, and I’m never gonna want that fucking feeling to end🎶”.

Vlad sticks his hands out to the side, “🎶so you’ll just concede and give into your feelings again🎶?”.

Danny glares at him and pushes himself up from laying down on the table, “oh like you don’t constantly, 🎶concede and give into your inner demons again🎶”.

The two stare at each other for a bit, definitely recognising that they were both a bit fucked up and their mentorship/apprenticeship thing was extremely all kinds of fucked up. But neither of them could deny that it was good, they bounced off of each other and called out each others shit. They were both better for it. Vlad’s Obsession over Maddie had dwindled some and Danny had an actual adult to turn to. It was good, they both needed this more than either one was willing to admit.

Then the GhostWriter decides to be an asshole again, piping up from the ceiling again, “🎶you should never want this feeling to end. Just concede and give into your inner ghosts again🎶”.

Danny and Vlad both glare at the ceiling, Vlad firing off a pink ecto-blast for the point of it, the bow tie giving a more mellow beat in response like it was mad at them.

Danny eyeing Vlad, “you really have a problem with my mom,  huh?”.

Vlad rubbing a hand down his face, “I used to think that if it wasn’t for my accident we would have wound up together but…”.

“Mom and dad love each other?”.

“Indeed. Though well, I am a ghost”, looking at Daniel, “you and I both know how hard letting go can be. It’s like 🎶I’m addiiiicted to the soooorrroooowww🎶”.

Danny nodding, leaning against one of the tables, “you'll get there, I think. But yeah, it’s like with all the fights I pick even, 🎶when the buzz ends by tomorrow🎶 and every fight after that, 🎶is another rush of poison flowing into my veins🎶”.

Vlad sighing, “giving both of us 🎶a dose of pleasure that resides by the pain🎶”, craning his neck, “🎶I’m addiiiicted🎶”.

Danny pushing himself up off the tables and gesturing agressively at the windows leading out to Amity Park, “🎶I’m deeepeendaaaant🎶”.

Vlad runs a hand through his hair, smiling a little, “🎶looking awwwwwwsome🎶”. While Daniel leans against the cafe/club window, “🎶feeling heeeelpleeess🎶”.  Vlad glancing back at the teen and not for the first time realising that Daniel, maybe, wasn’t really okay… and honestly? Neither was he. Vlad sighing and walking over to the boy, “🎶I knooooooow I’m raising cain by every highway in hell🎶”, he was thinking that maybe he could move and become the mayor here, “🎶maybe things won’t be so terrible inside this home town🎶”; it would be good for Daniel and maybe it was a change that Vlad himself needed.

Danny jerks while the bow tie tune picks up again in a more fancy dancing manner, “you’re thinking of moving here?”. Vlad nods, so Danny continues, “I think that would be good, honestly. 🎶’cause we’re both one of a kind🎶”, Danny making a mocking gesture at him, “and I’m sure I can 🎶give a burning fool a place to dwell🎶”.

Vlad grabbing his hand an twirling him around ridiculously, “🎶and your ideals are just laughable, but hey kid what the Hell. We’re both charming ghost beaux🎶”.

Danny laughing and going along with the twirling, “🎶’cause inside of both of us is just a lost cause🎶”.

Vlad chuckling right back, “🎶but we’ll dress us up for now with a smile🎶”.

The GhostWriter adding in, “🎶a wicked smile🎶”, with an eerie laugh.

Vlad nods to himself, officially making his decision. This town could not survive with just Daniel and was definitely going to need someone with deep pockets who could manipulate the government into giving them money for all the insane damages. “🎶I’ll show these simpletons some proper class and styyyyyyleee🎶”.

Danny snorting, “🎶and I’ll chlorinate your closets with some punny flair🎶”. That feels ominous in Vlad’s opinion.

They nod at each other, speaking in unison, “🎶here in this spooooooooky town, we’re sure our plan is sound🎶”, both of them pointing up, “🎶and our little annoyance will be fooooouuuuund🎶”, which promptly results in the GhostWriter falling through the ceiling due to the songs/GhostWriters keyboards manipulation of reality, and the two halfas outright pounce on him.

His shriek is very girly and their maniacal laughs are very… maniacal.

Danny stuffing the ghost in his thermos and ‘Vlad’s’ artefact too for good measure after yanking it off the other man’s wrist. “So you’re really going to just, try to become mayor here and move?”.

“There’s not much else for me to do with my time and someone needs to keep an eye on you”, Vlad sighing, “and maybe being more exposed to the way Maddie really is will help things”.

Danny chuckles, “good vampiric mentor”.

“I will decide you need a lesson in endurance”.

“Oh be still my fucking tits!”.

“Daniel!”.

Danny just pouts exaggeratedly at him as they try to sneak out of the restaurant/cafe/club without being noticed. That predictably doesn’t go as planned, with Valerie poking her head around, “I have a lot of questions about that opera bullshit”. Oh Ancients, she saw that shit.

Vlad puts up his hands, “now Valerie-”. But Danny cuts him off, dramatically putting a hand to his chest, “are you cheating on me”; this situation was beyond un-fucking-salavagable. Making both his mentor and his friend/fellow ghost hunter look at him like they both bit lemons. Danny rolling his eyes, “what? The only reason for Vladdie to not be super freaked out is if Valerie here already knew about him and no way he would tell anyone other than an apprentice or maybe close friend”.

Vlad shrugs very awkwardly, “I’m not one to put all my eggs in one basket”. Both Valerie and Danny glare a bit murderously, before punching him in the face. Vlad just sighs, “I suppose I deserved that”.

Both of them snapping, “you think?!?”.

Valerie looking at Danny, “who did you even think got me into this?”.

Danny shrugs, “I thought you were just following spontaneous murderous desire all on your lonesome”.

“You’re a fucking idiot”.

Vlad sighing, “yes, and a fool that should dispose of a certain someone before he causes us any more issues”. Danny rolls his eyes, “at least I got help with my project out of this… kinda”, then actually moves to meander off like he’s told, shouting behind himself, “still good for training tonight?!”.

Vlad eyes Valerie, who shrugs, so Vlad shouts back, “as always, though you’ll have a sparring partner this time and finish that project first! I don’t want you wasting this evenings absolute mess!”.  Danny holds up double thumbs up before tripping over his own feet and falling to the ground flat on his face.

Valerie facepalms, “what have I gotten myself into?”.

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Mr. Lancer was later both very confused and impressed with the… odd direction of Daniel’s song prompt project. It was like one part theatrical musical, one part taking out some kind of issue(s) with song, and one part spite? It was creative though, which is what he asked for. Full marks and maybe a side note about seeing the school therapist.

End.

Prompts: Write a fic inspired from any song released in the last six years. and Danny has to go to Vlad for help and Lancer gives the class a project that Danny finds a very ghostly solution to. and Try as he might, Danny can’t think of a prompt for his creative writing homework. So Ghost Writer decides to step in, and do the writing for him. Shenanigans ensue. and AU where Vlad isn't blatantly evil in Bitter Reunions, and Danny initially sees no reason not to accept his mentorship and Vlad was starting to regret stealing his current artifact.

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