#2. there's just something about the melody at ''you can have my heart'' it's simple but so compelling to me

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[CN] Kiro's Sound Waves Mind's Quest (Pt. 2)

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This date was translated with the help of Google Translate :>]

Note: This date explores some very suggestive themes, so if you do not meet the game's required 17+ age rating, I'd suggest to avoid reading this date.

Read Part 1: HERE

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[PART 4]

I don't know how much time passes before I am gently awoken by bright and warm sunshine.

I open my eyes and stare at the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window for a while. Then, I sleepily turn around and find Kiro no longer beside my pillow.

MC: ...Kiro?

No one responds to me, only the faint sounds of scratching come from nearby.

I prop myself up and look around, finding him lying in a corner of the attic with his back turned towards me, a large pair of headphones on his head, and a pen held in his hand, scribbling and writing something unknown.

With it being such a quiet morning, I am unable bring myself to disrupt such a scene. So I quietly sit against the wall and watch him.

Unconsciously, I catch a glimpse of the portable keyboard next to my feet. The black and white keys on it seem to jump on their own in the light and shadow, bringing to mind the melody and our gasps from last night.

Somehow, I pick up the keyboard and gently start to play it.

But for some reason, I am unable to restore that melody for a while.

As I carefully think about it, a sound comes from the side opposite me. I raise my head and find Kiro turning to face me.

The sunshine lovingly embraces him and he smiles at me.

Kiro: Your rhythm's a bit slow. It should sound like...

As he speaks, he taps his fingertips on the floor and hums softly.

I nod in enlightenment, but the melody that forms under my fingertips still doesn't match the beat in certain parts.

Kiro: [softly] A little faster again.

He continues to tap beats on the floor, but this time, he intentionally breaks them down, allowing me to understand them a lot more clearly.

I quickly grasp that motion and play again, and one by one, those notes smoothly play out again.

MC: ....!

My confidence suddenly increases significantly. Feeling exhilarated, I can't help but continue playing the notes.

MC: I seem to have learned a lot. Maybe in a few years, I can be called a music producer~

Kiro: ......

At this moment, all sounds seem to dissipate.

All Kiro sees is the large swath of sunlight embracing the girl and her white nightgown exuding a fuzzy glow.

She sits on the floor and casually plays, the sunshine leaping under her fingertips and shining brightly into her eyes.

He can't take his eyes off of her. All he can do is watch her like this.

For some reason, he suddenly remembers the days when he first formed the band.

At that time, he always heard stories of friendship or love one after another amongst his bandmates. Those people were able to get to know each other through their music and gradually get closer to each other.

He had also listened to music by a lot of other people. Those pure melodies and obsessions have also touched and influenced him.

But her music is different.

The simple and casual notes, her slightly messy bedhead, the shallow wrinkles in her nightgown, and her indulgent smile.

It's so simple and ordinary, yet it makes his heart swell.

He has never experienced this feeling before - like he's endlessly falling into her music, being constantly covered in her hugs and kisses.

MC: Kiro, can you teach me more?

The girl hugs her knees, tilts her head and smiles at him. But he doesn't speak, just stretches out his hand towards her.

Looking at Kiro's open palm, I smile knowingly, pick up the keyboard and walk towards him.

But as soon as I put the keyboard next to him, he suddenly grabs a hold of my wrist and pulls me, prompting me to sit directly on top of him.

MC: Wait. Do - do you want to teach like this?

His warm skin immediately presses against my thigh, causing my voice to stutter.

Kiro: [in a lazy seductive tone] When did I promise to teach you?

MC: Then what are you...?

He stares at me for a while. Then, intentionally or not, his fingertips brush up my skirt.

Every place he touches seems to burn, leaving me feeling hot and itchy.

Kiro: "Teacher Flower" is off work.

Kiro: This time belongs to Kiro now.

The sunlight seems to lean towards him, reflecting the tranquility and temptation in his eyes. His tight chest rises and falls under his half-lifted clothes, causing my breathing to unintentionally synchronize with his.

MC: Then... what does Kiro want to do?

Kiro: He wants to say...

He strokes my cheek and then slowly climbs up to my neck, letting me get closer and closer to him, until our breaths are only inches apart.

My face instantly catches fire, but he still grasps my lower back with ease and restrains me.

Kiro: [whispers passionately x1] I really like you.

Kiro: [x2] I really... like you a lot.

His voice lingers in my ears, as if coaxing me.

Kiro: [x3] I want to kiss you.

His bewitching voice instantly tingles my ears. He raises his chin and gently takes my lips into his mouth.

As if still unsatisfied, he grinds circles into me, then onto my neck and collarbone, leaving sinful traces on every inch of my skin. My brain melts to the point where I toss all of my remaining rationality to the back of my mind and instinctively latch onto him.

He kisses me with his head raised, his sometimes gentle and sometimes turbulent breaths falling all over my body, until the hand entwined around my waist squeezes hard and I let out a soft, defenseless moan.

It's like a stone finally cracking the icy surface, finally exposing all of those restrained and pent-up emotions.

The itch that spreads from the depths of my body occupies my entire being. I helplessly place my hand against his chest, sensing that all my feelings and desires are being controlled by him.

Kiro: [x4] I really want to get closer to you...

MC: Kiro, no more...

As he sits up, I feel his hot chest pressing up against me.

The world trembles and that powerful heart pounds violently against my own, as though it is my own heart.

Kiro: [gasping] I want you.

Kiro: [voice trembling with desire] I want the deepest part of your heart... to become my shadow.

My sight rises and falls, and everything blurs except for those pair of eyes that hold my reflection. They only grow clearer.

I can no longer hold back the urge to whisper his name and lace my fingers together with his, allowing him to continue eroding the deeper corners of my world.

-

After several twists and turns, I nestle into Kiro's arms, basking in the sun, while idly looking through the music sheets and signed photographs scattered around me.

The floor was obviously clean last night, so how did it get so messy overnight..?

Suddenly, I remember the scene I saw when I first opened my eyes, and am unable to keep myself from gently poking him in the chest.

MC: When I first woke up, I found you busy with something. You... you didn't sleep at all last night, did you?

Kiro: Pretty much... I signed a couple of autographs, synthesized the past few days' improvs and then posted them online.

MC: Huh?

Noting my rising tone of voice, he smiles nonchalantly.

Kiro: We are Twinkle, so of course more people need to hear such amazing music.

MC: Wait, wait a minute, where did you post it?

Seeing him point at the computer on the table, I quickly run over and find that there is indeed a recently released song called "Wonderful Night".

I scroll the scroll wheel in shock and horror. Not only does the number of views exceed 1,000, but the number of followers and comments also increases by several with every referesh.

After being left stunned for a while, I put on my headphones and press the play button--

The familiar melody flows out, but is also accompanied by a lot of synthesizer effects that Kiro added to it, making the entire song sexy and trendy.

MC: Kiro... you're so amazing.

I turn around in admiration and find the he has closed his eyes.

Noticing that his stomach is still exposed, I tiptoe to pick up the blanket, but he turns over and holds me in his arms.

I lean close to his ear and and drop my voice down extremely low.

MC: Kiro... did you know that "Wonderful Night" has 10,000 views?

Kiro: Just 10,000... There'll be more in a few days.

He automatically mutters, making me laugh out loud.

This person is way too confident in himself.

I cannot help but snuggle into his arms and close my eyes along with him.

MC: Then after some time, will we have another side job?

Kiro lazily tightens his grip on my hand and rubs his fluffy hair against me.

Kiro: Nope, we're just doing this for fun.

T/n: In the above dialogue, Kiro uses the phrase "用爱发电" which literally translates into "generating electricity for love" which is Chinese slang for "working for little / no reward".

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[PART 5]

Due to how fast the internet changes, I had thought that our song would only stir up a splash and then die down again.

However, I never expected the "viral" spread of that short video would eventually make it top the platform's hot song list.

MC: "When you put your headphones on, you can't help but vibe to this."

MC: "I discovered an amazing band while doing my daily routine."

MC: "Have you ever noticed that the vocals of the lead singer and Kiro sound similar? But the lead singer's voice is bassier and more seductive~

I huddle into my computer chair and delightfully read the comments.

Kiro stands in front of the mirror and buttons up his shirt, giving me a smile through the mirror.

Kiro: Are you that happy? You've been reading the comments all afternoon.

MC: Yeah, because some people in the comments also praised me, saying that the backing vocalist and keyboard player are very soulful! But I know that it was actually you who secretly helped me adjust a lot~

Kiro: Be confident. All I did was put in the final touches.

Kiro walks over to me, leans over and gives me a kiss. Then he bends his right arm and motions for me to take it.

Kiro: Alright, tonight's jazz concert is about to start. Let's get going.

MC: Coming!

I pick up my clutch, loop my arm around his and together, we walk out.

-

Actually, a few days prior to going viral, the two of us had a serious discussion on whether Twinkle should take advantage of this rise in popularity and pursue this victory.

But unsurprisingly, we reached an agreement and decided to let nature take its course--

For us, life has always be full of hard work and seriousness.

So when we are free to be ourselves, we should feel free to be bold.

-

In the dimness of the bar, the melody of jazz flows through the air, sometimes clear, sometimes soft, making me immerse myself into it.

As I listen, I tilt my head and whisper to Kiro.

MC: The keyboardist is amazing... They must all be improvising, right?

After not getting a response for a long time, I turn around and find him staring at his phone, a flash of excitement in his eyes. Just as I am about to ask him about it, he takes hold of my hand and walks out.

-

After passing through one seat after another, we come to a hidden aisle.

MC: What's wrong?

Kiro takes a deep breath and is unable to stop himself from kissing my forehead in excitement.

Kiro: I knew you'd shine wherever you were.

He takes out his mobile phone and shows me an email page written in English. I quickly glance at it and find it to be an invitation.

MC: This is...?

Kiro: Ahem, to put it simply, the WMA committee has invited Twinkle to perform at the awards ceremony.

Kiro: At the same time, they're also hoping that we can participate in the outdoor music festival they're holding the following day, which is, of course, also a performance.

His summary is simple and clear, but I am still left bombarded by the explosive amount of information.

MC: W-what?!

MC: That's impossible. No matter the scale or various factors, there's no way they'd invite us, right?

MC: This is the WMAs! The cast list for that had been decided long ago. Is this some kind of prank?

Kiro: Pranks could never escape the eyes of Key. I've also confirmed it with the sender as to why they want us.

Kiro: They said that a new band was unable to make it due to force majeure, and they'd originally planned to cancel the performance entirely...

He pauses and lowers his voice to my ear.

Kiro: [softly] But one of the judges listened to our song and did not find it to be inferior to the nominated works in terms of style and arrangement.

Kiro: So he sent us a private message asking us if we're willing to take part in the performance.

Seeing the lack of jest in his eyes, I slowly accept this shocking revelation.

But at the same time, I also secretly lament Kiro's genius.

Being able to gain recognition from professionals in such a short amount of time is definitely not something ordinary people can hope to achieve.

Finding me a little distracted, he takes me into his arms and looks down at me earnestly.

Kiro: MC, do you want to go?

MC: Huh? No, no, you'll be at risk of public opinion.

I subconsciously shake my head and wildly wave my hands around.

MC: If everyone knew that a superstar suddenly formed a band, who knows what would happed.

MC: In the event that things don't work out, it could even involve audio copyright issues... commercial endorsements...

Kiro: I've already consulted Savin about that. Although it gave him a headache, he said that as long as it wasn't commercialized, there'd be no economic risk.

Kiro: Besides, Twinkle's true identity is shrouded in mystery. When the time comes, we'll just put on disguises.

Seeing Kiro speak so easily, I squeeze his palm.

MC: Wherever there's an airtight wall in this world, the truth behind it will be discovered sooner or later. We should just stay on the internet.

Kiro: So what if we really get discovered? None of that matters to me.

He pauses then leans down to be on eye level with me.

Kiro: While I am a singer and an actor, I'm also just me.

Kiro: So I know for a fact that this is what Kiro wants to do. What about you?

Kiro: Do you want to perform on stage with me?

MC: ....!

The melodies of dull and distant jazz music comes to my ears, and, as if in response to them, the sound of my heartbeat gradually becomes clear.

I very well know the weight of what he is saying. For him, this is no adventure, but a determination after careful consideration.

No one can resist the "dream" beckoning to him.

What's more is... this is Kiro's light.

All the blood in my body begins to surge. I stare at the person in front of me and respond to him with a kiss.

MC: I want to. Very much. I've wanted to stand by your side since a long time ago.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[Memory Silhouette]

Late at night, after spending the entire evening practicing the ensemble, the girl drowsily drops onto the sofa and falls asleep.

Seeing how peacefully she sleeps, Kiro leans over and kisses the corner of her mouth.

Initially, he would have collapsed onto the warm sofa with her, but he wasn't feeling the slightest bit sleepy.

So he walks over to the keyboard, puts on his monitoring headphones and starts playing the black and white keys with his hands.

Like a stream in the forest, the music that enters his ears is light and slow.

And then he looks out the windows and sees all the lights of the cafe at the street corner out, the boss pulling down the shutter and walking further and further away with the keys--

The long-lasting memories in his mind that were about to be sealed slowly overlap with what's in front of him.

He's seen this scene too many times.

Always sitting alone by the window and playing... always watching the number of pedestrians and vehicles dwindle, and always watching the cafe close for the day.

Until he was only one left on the street who was still awake.

--"I don't want innovation, art, or cutting-edge. I just want music that the public can understand and appreciate."

--"Because I'm not here to do charity. You're all capable and handsome young fellows, so give me something that'll let me gain a foothold in this industry."

As long as interests were involved, Mr. Lawrence's words would start to become "harsh".

He understood those principles very well, and had to respond and pay attention to them before he could reach the top.

But he wasn't willing to let his music have only excellent yet dull notes, without any traces of "Kiro" in them.

He wanted everyone to see him and remember him.

So he went on a crazy creation spree, trying desperately to find the critical value that balanced the two.

Thinking of this, Kiro speeds up his fingers, causing the stream to become turbulent.

It seems ambitious, as if wanting to break through all the silt and sand.

--Fortunately, he made it.

Although he wasn't 100% satisfied, at least he wasn't going to feel guilty towards himself.

And as for not being able to make the make the music that he liked... he'd just consider it a small regret from his youth.

Perhaps in the future, it would become an echoing treasure.

As if sensing the emotions in his heart, the music flowing from his headphones becomes softer and more sympathetic.

At that moment, he notices a bit of movement behind him, and the music in his earphones comes to a stop, and then pours out of the speakers again.

MC: Don't keep all the good music to yourself, let me listen to it too~

He turns around in surprise and finds the girl holding the plug of the other end of his earphones in her hand, looking at him with a smile.

All at once, Kiro is pulled back from the past.

And that little seed of "regret" now sprouts and blossoms in front of her.

Kiro can't help but let out a soft smile.

Kiro: I was afraid of waking you up. After all, Miss Chips is now a very popular keyboardist. She needs to recharge her batteries before the performance~

He pulls the girl to sit next to him, kisses her forehead with longing, and continues the melody from just now.

The girl leans on his shoulder and listens carefully.

After a long time, she asks him a question.

MC: Kiro... If I want to create music now, it's all because of you.

MC: Do you think I'm not pious or pure enough about music?

Kiro's fingertips pause slightly and he feels his blood surge uncontrollably.

He doesn't know how to respond for a while. All he does is stare at the girl.

But with that silence, the "uneasiness" in the girl's eyes grows more and more obvious. Unable to stop himself anymore, he laces his fingers with hers and kisses her with all the throbbing in his heart.

Kiro: [murmuring x1] I've asked myself similar questions before.

Amidst that scorching kiss, a very gentle and sincere sound pours out from between their lips.

Kiro: [x2] I'm all too honored to be an opportunity for your creation.

Kiro: [x3] Love is just a premise. The notes that follow will be the happiness that belongs only to you.

Kiro: [x4] I am very much willing to share this happiness with you.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 6]

Unsurprisingly, Kiro wins the Best Pop Vocal Album Award.

Facing a wave of applause, he calmly walks onto the stage and takes the trophy from the host.

Like a handsome nobleman adored by thousands, the bright lights favor only him, making him seem ostentatious without diminishing his grace.

He takes a step forward and leans over to hold the microphone, solemnly and swiftly thanking every person that accompanied him.

I sit in the audience, my gaze forever on him, until those eyes meet mine in the crowd.

Kiro: I'm still pretty lucky this year, to be able to chase my dreams without any hesitation, and to be able to hug the person most important to me when I get home from work.

Kiro: But I'm well aware that such luck is extremely precious.

Kiro: Sometimes one have to gamble on their love and everything else in order to get a chance to meet it.

He pauses for a bit and laughs.

Kiro: I'll continue working hard and use music to fill every corner of the world with miracles that make people happy and cheerful.

-

In the time after, the results of the awards are announced one by one, and the midfield performances also end one after another.

At this moment, Kiro, who is sitting to my side, squeezes my palm, indicating for me to start prepping for the performance.

When the lights dim, I discreetly leave my seat, put on the half-face mask I prepared and walk towards the backstage alone.

I have no idea how Kiro managed to negotiate with the committee, but the other party ended up respecting our choice to not show ourselves and fully cooperated with us.

In the darkness, I come to the backstage with a restless heart.

Seems like everything has been planned in advance. I don't see any staff members back here, only the sound of the host announcing the rise of the curtain.

Host: Next up is the latest and hottest new mystery band on the Internet - Twinkle!

As soon as my body tenses subconsciously, a warm palm holds me tightly from behind, making me instantly feel calm.

Host: Of course, there must be a lot of people out there who haven't heard about this band, but trust me, just listen to their music.

Host: You will definitely fall in love with them.

The next second, the lights in the entire venue go out, and Kiro's smiling voice falls into my ears.

I turn around and find him putting on a silver half-face mask, and the corners of his exposed lips are slightly raised.

Kiro: From now on, let's have fun.

As soon as he finishes speaking, a beam of light slowly lights up the center of the stage--

It's a "star" growing from the ground, as if it has only just arrived in this world, and curiously blinks its eyes.

Soon, more and more "stars" twinkle on the stage, like flowers that could bloom at any moment.

The next second, he grabs my hand and runs, not letting go until he reaches me to the keyboard. Only then does he release his hand and put the guitar on his back.

I had thought that there would be countless pairs of eyes watching us from the audience. But I see nothing, only the stars in the sky.

My wildly beating heart gradually slows down. I raise my hand and look sideways at Kiro.

This time, it's no longer a dream.

Kiro gently plucks the strings, like a lover whispering to their beloved.

I too gently lower my fingertips to the keys, lingering with the soft sounds of the strings, reminiscent of the times I've spent with him in the past days and nights.

The gentle and melodious ensemble continuously echoes through the stage, like a dense ocean wave with an endless sound.

At that moment, a tight sensation presses against my back, and Kiro leans against me gently while singing and laughing.

My heart suddenly softens and I turn my head to look at him.

In the past, I have always looked up at him from the audience, always chasing after that light.

And now, I am within that dazzling glow.

Slowly, our notes begin to slow down, and finally turn into a single soft note.

--My dream would have eventually ended, but fortunately, I've now turned it into a reality.

-

It's late at night and everything has come to an end.

I drive the car on the road at high speed and Kiro sits in the passenger seat, humming endlessly.

Considering the inconvenience of calling a driver, I deliberately avoided drinking at the after party so that I could safely take this superstar back after all of his socializing.

It isn't until I step on the brakes and stop in a deserted open space that Kiro lets out a confused "hmm?".

Kiro: This isn't the hotel, is it?

MC: Pfft... I thought you'd remember it. Guess that's just how it is with a directionally challenged superstar~

He blankly looks around again, and only after seeing the stage made of steel bars not far away, does he suddenly realize where we are.

Kiro: [laughs softly] ...Oh right. We're going to attend the music festival tomorrow.

MC: That's right. All the staff have already taken their leave. I just took another round and there's no one here~

MC: We have enough time to plan a well-hidden route to the stage.

As I say this, I get out of the car, but Kiro seems to be delayed by something. He sits and checks his phone, only half of his feet out the car door.

Perhaps it's the night casting a faint shadow under his eyelashes, but I still find him to be in a daze. I can't help but walk in front of him.

MC: What's wrong?

Kiro: ...Nothing. Pen just texted me out of the blue.

MC: What a coincidence. You just told me at the banquet that he couldn't make it because of something else. Seems like he misses you too~

MC: Did he congratulate you on winning the award?

Kiro: Yeah. He also said that he saw a shadow of my past in the lead singer of Twinkle, and that it's a bit of a pity.

MC: Pity?

His eyes stay hidden in the shadows, making it difficult for me to clearly see what his expression is at this moment.

Kiro: He believes that the band's style is too self-contained. That it will be difficult for them to get far in this industry.

As he speaks, eighteen-year-old Kiro appears before me again, humming with his guitar in his small practice room.

The afterglow of the setting sun grows darker and darker, quietly blotting out the loneliness in those eyes for a while.

Almost subconsciously, I gently take away his cell phone and put in the basket on the side. Then I bend down, hold his face in my hands and stare at him in all earnestness.

MC: What about you? Do you think it's a pity?

After a moment of silence, Kiro smiles.

Kiro: Of course not. Even if everyone forgets Twinkle tomorrow, I won't find it a pity.

Kiro: Because I'm no longer the Kiro I used to be.

Kiro: I'm now qualified and capable enough to pursue what I want to do.

Kiro: I don't need all those hesitations, concessions, and compromises.

Kiro's voice gets softer and softer. He hugs me tenderly, and is finally unable to keep himself from whisking me into a kiss.

As if facing the most precious treasure in the world, he gently runs his fingers through my hair, and every kiss is like feathers cascading down.

Kiro: All I have to do is hold onto everything I want, [chuckles] no matter what it is.

He stares at me deeply, his blazing fingertips caressing my skin, and unconsciously brushing off the coat on my body.

Pit-pat--

A touch of cold drops onto my skin and a thin curtain of rain melts into the night.

My breathing grows rapid, and I instinctively long to get close to him, touch him, and pour all of my thoughts and feelings into him.

MC: Mm, just do what you want to do most, Kiro...

MC: Hold on to everything you like and don't let go.

Kiro: I never thought about letting you go.

Kiro: You'll always be by my side, right?

His words seem to come from the depths of his soul, and his scorching lips continue to nibble and kiss my clavicle.

The overwhelming numbness causes me to press my fingers against the car door, and seeing that I've unconsciously opened a gap between us, a trace of "dissatisfaction" flashes in those yearning eyes.

The next second, the knees between my legs push up slightly and cause me to lose my balance and fall towards him.

Kiro: [gasping] Answer me.

MC: Of course, I'll always...

He doesn't even wait for me to finish my sentence. He kisses me passionately, his domineering breath completely snapping my string of reason, and prompting me to sink into the deep sea along with him.

The sound of the rain has long since been drowned out by the sound of our pants, and the "heat wave" lingering on our skins gradually causes the rain to evaporate, turning it into an ambiguous mist.

The world spins, and we move along with it.

It isn't until an electronic mechanical sound resounds that I vaguely discover that the open door of the car automatically closed at some point.

He stretches out his hand again and teases my lips, the rough touch of his fingers triggering a fine itch.

Kiro: [softly] I'm going to keep you a little longer.

Gazing into those pair of eyes that could get me addicted anytime anywhere, I climb up to his neck and slowly move our lips against each other.

MC: Just a little?

Kiro: [breathlessly x1] Forever.

That line of sight stops firmly in front of me, and subtly, I seem to sense the touch between my lips get a little bit hotter.

Kiro: [x2] Longer than forever.

[END]

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

Masterlist: Here

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Recommendation for something to watch and complete on a off day? I am also off today. Something soft and full of love preferably....

10 Soft BL's to Binge In A Day

(Since I don't sleep and watch high speed I binge full length Thai BL but I'm assuming you want something shorter than that, so I've limited myself to a 5hr runtime.)

1. Semantic Error (Korea Viki) - Sexy older boy discovers pouty younger boy has outed him as a slacker, starts out bullying him, accidentally falls madly in love. Korea hits it entirely out of the Parks by doing a university BL with everything we expect from BL just done exactly right. Korea's signature quality executed perfectly with added bonus good story, great pacing, stunning visuals, and fantastic chemistry. You cannot ask for more from a BL, let alone a KBL. Full review.

2. Seven Days (Japan grey in 2 parts Seven Days: Monday - Thursday, Seven Days: Friday - Sunday) - one of the best live action yaoi mangas ever made. The leads have excellent chemistry although it’s low heat, there’s still more kisses than Cherry Magic. Popular first year Seiryo has a policy of going out with any girl who asks… for one week. On a lark, third year Yuzuru tests to see if that policy also applies to boys. Seiryo agrees that it does. Along the way they accidentally fall in love. All the angst is just teen confusion. 

3. Our Dating Sim (Korea Viki) - I enjoyed every aspect from the casting to the very simple premise to the quietly smooth execution. Sure it’s very low stakes, but that makes it high domesticity and extremely warm and gentle. This is a fuzzy blanket of a story. Do we call this cozy BL? Why not? This one is going to live in my rewatch pile, I can tell already, and you know what’s best about it? Every single episode is in that pile. There’s no skipping with this one, it might be good natured and calmly sweet but it’s tight and the pacing is excellent. It perfectly suited KBL’s short-length tendencies. Full review.

4. Light On Me (Korea Viki - Korea does an elegant pastiche of traditional live action yaoi but all tropes are cleverly deployed to bolster one of the most riveting love triangles ever put on screen… and I don’t like love triangles. LoM strategically tailors classic BL tropes to 2 different semes resulting in pristine pacing, plot, and character development, explicitly serving narrative (not just to tick boxes). LoM is a master class in this trope drops. (If you write fanfic or romance you should study this show.) Full review.

5. Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (Japan Gaga & Viki) - I gnawed on my knuckles and squealed a lot with this show. Reserved cool kid who must learn to communicate to keep the tiny disaster nugget he’s madly in love with. It is beyond charming: soft and gentle, packed with cuteness and high school angst, thirst, & yearning. Was there plot? Not really. Was it emotionally tense and paced well enough for me not to notice? Absolutely. Did I enjoy the hell out of it? Oh yes. Full review.

6. HIStory 2: Crossing the Line (Taiwan Viki) - super low stakes sweetest story of the bad boy who falls hard for the senior on the volleyball team and then works to earn his love. You know it’s Taiwan so the kisses are great but in this case it also ends well. Only trigger is that the side couple is the stepbrothers trope, and some don’t like that.

7. Cherry Magic (Japan indie subbed) AKA Doutei dato Mahoutsukai ni narerurashii - the sweetest, fluffiest, most charming bit of adorable ever, full of found family and pastry and serious slapstick, the characters are utterly bonkers, but cute about it. 

8. Wish You (Korea Netflix or Viki, you want the movie version) AKA WISH YOU: Your Melody in My Heart - low stakes high pining romance about a pianist who falls in love with a busker who is on his way to being the next big idol. 

9. Restart After Come Back Home (Japan indie subbed or Gaga?) - this one is perfect if you just want a beautiful loving movie, and one that is well filmed and complex enough to appeal to those who don’t normally watch BL or romance (if you have a reluctant partner). 

10. You Are Ma Boy (Vietnam YouTube) - is there angst? Nope even what could have been angst (a gay idol) doesn’t materialize, it’s just cuties in a cafe confusing each other with cat & mouse games. The side het couple is a touch disturbing, tho. 

Also Old Fashioned Cupcake, it's a bit more complicated than soft but a FANTASTIC binge watch.

(list updated May 2023, not responsible for ones that come after that date)

#asked and answered #rec list #BL's to Binge #bingeable BL #it's on viki #Semantic Error #korean bl #Seven Days: Monday - Thursday #japanese bl #adapted from a manga #live action yaoi #Seven Days: Friday - Sunday #Our Dating Sim #Light On Me #Takara-kun and Amagi-kun #HIStory 2: Crossing the Line #taiwanese bl #Restart After Come Back Home #WISH YOU: Your Melody in My Heart #You Are Ma Boy #vietnamese bl #Also Old Fashioned Cupcake #Cherry Magic #Doutei dato Mahoutsukai ni narerurashii

[onedaughterofman]

Admirer is so sweet 😭😭😭😭💛😭💛😭💛 soft Aether,,,, I'm so soft for him he's so comforitng, and it's such a sweet concept 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 will we ever see a part 2?

I've got something for you, ghesties.

Little offerings (Aether ghoul x g/n reader)

The Nameless Ghoul is standing tall in front of you.

Shit.

This wasn't supposed to happen. The plan was simple. Leave the basket in front of the door, knock and then run away.

So easy.

Except, apparently, you were excessively loud. Guitar in his hands, the ghoul stands right under the doorway. His head is tilted to the side, in a blatant display of curiosity, and his eyes are obscured behind reflective glass. However, you feel that heavy and dark stare burning on your skin.

Gathering a deep breath, you lift the basket in his direction. Hours and hours of investigation have left you more confused than before, because there's no general agreement about what infernal creatures like the ghouls enjoy as offerings.

Chocolate, wine, coffee, grapes and apples are a reliable option. You added a few of your favorite candies and bananas, since he seemed to appreciate them. But now, under his penetrating eyes, everything is ridiculous.

“For you,” you say. The silence is unbearable, extremely intense on your exhausted body. It’s late in the afternoon and there’s nothing you want more than to go back to your room and maybe, just maybe, hide under the blankets. Ghouls are ancient creatures, forged by hellfire. They feed on human’s energy, almost like parasites. Alone in front of one, here you are offering him mundane human food.

Maybe it is really stupid.

Taking a step to the side, the Ghoul moves away from the door. His hand rises as he points at the table, in a unmistakable indication for you to set the basket there.

You obey. Moving fast, you place the offering on the table and turn around, ready to bolt away and just forget about this interaction. Your face is warm with embarrassment and the saliva is too thick inside your mouth.

It is impossible to go far away, because he's right behind you, standing way too close and towering over your figure with his presence alone. His energy is strong, more substantial than any normal human, and once again you're hit by that feeling of uncanny valley that makes your stomach shiver.

There's nothing you can distinguish behind the dark, reflective glass of his mask, nothing that offers any hint about what he's thinking about. Ghouls are unreadable creatures, unpredictable. Some time ago, one of them growled at you when you accidentally bumped into him on the hallways.

Even if the one in front of you is not hostile and aggressive, you still feel nervous. The Ghoul seems to notice your uneasinees, because he steps back and sits down again on the chair. His hands toy with the guitar strap as he adjusts it into place, letting his fingers fall on the instrument.

Breathing out, you take that as your cue to leave. Before you can take a step his foot moves to push the other chair away. His head points in the direction of the furnite, in a silent but clear invitation.

Sit down.

This is… not part of the plan, either. Despite that, you sit.

Still in silence, the Ghoul begins to play for you. It's a melody that charms you to the core, that moves something deep in your guts and heart. The pace is gentle, with lengthy notes that reverberate on the walls and your skin. It sounds almost like an old ballad, something that resembles the feeling of a declaration of love.

It's foolish to think so, but you don't care. Closing your eyes, you allow the music to soothe your nerves. By your side, the Ghoul leans his head, looks into your face and smiles.

Ps: In my head, the reason why Aether doesn't talk in this is because he's SO FUCKING NERVOUS. He wasn't expecting reader to give him something and now he's like OH SHIT WHAT DO I DO.

Not pictured: Dew in the hallways, screaming "FUCKING FINALLY" and just cheering for Aether. (He is tired of Aether constantly rambling about wanting to get closer to Reader but not knowing how).

#aether ghoul #aether ghoul x reader #ghost band #ghost band fanfic #ghost bc #the band ghost #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghouls #my writing #my fics #ask box #request #thanks for the ask! #ghost band fluff

[frenzyarts]

Could you talk a bit about how you design your OCs from a visual level? I really love their designs. Only if you have the time and energy of course <3

Thank you so much omg 💕 I was trying to think of a good way to answer this question, but the truth is my methods are very nebulous and hard to define! I’ll do my best though 🥳

Some characters come to me very easily, some go through a few revisions, and some go through a meat grinder of revisions lol. Rune was easy, her design was just in my head right off the bat from years of drawing/thinking about demons. Yorick was a little different. Awhile back I played a ttrpg and designed this character:

Look familiar? This is prototype Yorick!! (I have this on my portfolio at a higher res if you wanna zoom in or something idk) She was a character who was kind of elfin and was a clown who controlled shadows. When I started pinning down the stories and characters of A Slowly Beating Heart I KNEW I had to put a demonic clown in there, and I thought of this design.

A phase I go through when designing characters when im not sure how they’re gonna look is doing a bunch of iterations based on vibes. Here’s some of the earliest Yorick sketches I could find, you can see how they don’t quite look “right” yet:

Like the vibes were there but that’s not our Yorick! Here’s what I think might be the first or second sketch I did where they look right:

I used the old Yorick I had designed but finally modified the outfit and design in a way that pleased me. I went with this design, and went through some minor edits with the colors, and boom, the demon clown was born! (Though even in this image they aren’t quite right, in the final comic I got rid of the lines on their horns and saturated the green parts of their eyes):

Melody is another story. Versions of Melody had also been living in my mind for almost as long as Rune, but never as a solid design. I have a zillion sketches of Melody that don’t look at all like how she looks now. It wasn’t until right before her appearance in the comic that I actually decided to refine her character design. Since I had never quite solidified how she looked in my mind, getting her on paper was quite the task. Her hairstyle was already on my mind, but I did a bunch of different versions of her halo and outfits. I put a bunch of designs together and sent them out to my friends to ask them to vote on their favorite outfit to help me decide 😂:

In the end Melody’s outfit didn’t quite look like any of these, because they’re all somewhat complex, and I need things to stay really simple for comics. Once I had designed the outfit the struggle still wasn’t over, cause now I had to do colors. Here’s just a small sampling of the color pallets I went through:

I guess if I was gonna break down my process into steps, it would be like this:

1. Sketch a bunch of ideas based on vibes

2. Choose my fav and then refine it further by tweaking the outfit/hair ect

3. Try out a lot of different colors and keep adjusting them until they look right

4. Give birth to my Art Child 💃✨🙌

I don’t always do all that, and some of the design processes for certain characters happen a little differently. But that’s basically it! Sorry this was super long, I hope it helped!!

#my art #character design #art tutorial #tutorial #original character #Yorick #melody #a slowly beating heart #asbh #frenzy post

[dragonfly0808]

Oops, my hand Slipped

So all of a sudden I was struck with a need to write some EAH stuff and wrote 2 chapters. The 1st chapter was exclusively Apple and Raven and this would be the 2nd chapter about some of the other characters.

I promise I am working on A Withering Pretense this was just something that kinda… happened

Also I am totally doing an EAH rewrite once I’m done with my Winx Club rewrite (so probably in about a year)

Madeline Hatter was glad to be rooming with Kitty. They lived together in her dad’s house, so she already knew her habits and they knew when to leave the other alone and when they needed company.

Not to mention they both still had nightmares of their escape from Wonderland, so it helped to sleep in the same room.

But she was sad for Raven. She knew how lonely she was and how she felt like the world hated her.

But there was no need to worry, for Maddie knew just what to do. She’d make sure to either get Raven out of her room or be there with her at 4 for tea time and she would also-

“Will you shut up?” Kitty exclaimed to the roof, “Some of us are trying to take a cat nap!” She yelled at… me?

“Hey, don’t be rude to the narrator.”

“Well sorry if I don’t want to listen to him talk about Raven a whole bunch.” Kitty said, she carefully let her pigtails down as she went to sit next to Maddie on her bed, “I get that she’s your best friend but… I just don’t feel like hearing about her.”

Maddie hesitated, “You know what happened to Wonderland isn’t her fault.”

“I know that. And I don’t blame her but… just because I don’t blame her for it doesn’t mean I have to be friends with her.”

Maddie nodded, leaning her head on Kitty’s shoulder, “Alright, I’ll try not to think about Raven when the Narrator’s around.”

Kitty bumped her head against Maddie’s in a show of affection, “Thanks. Now, you have to help me set up my desk.”

Maddie smiled and nodded.

The Narrator decided to take his leave.

***

Duchess Swan had unpacked everything the day of the check in so on her second day at Ever After (two days before classes began) she was completely free.

Lizzie had only unpacked one box thus far. Duchess still wasn’t sure about how she felt with Lizzie as her roommate.

But at least she wasn’t paired with a princess who did nothing but brag about her Happy Ending all the time.

Duchess grabbed her new ballet slipers and the tools she needed to break them down and set off without a word to Lizzie, who didn’t acknowledge her either.

She made her way to the kitchens where she got a bag of bagels and some coffee from one of the chefs. She’d given the chef’s daughter ballet classes for a while so she always got a few extra treats.

After getting the bagels and coffee, she made her way outside, walking straight to the woods.

She only walked a few feet before hearing the distant sound of music, which she followed to the lake.

Sparrow was playing by the lake, he’d spread out a picnic blanket and was jamming, playing a simple melody instead of his usual heavier rock songs.

“Hey.” She said as she plopped down at his side, “I brought bagels and coffee.” She said in a disintrested tone.

“Score.” Sparrow said as he grabbed one of the coffees and took a sip, immediatly gagged, “Nope, that one’s definetely yours. I don’t understand how you can drink your coffee with that much sugar.”

“And I don’t understand how you can drink it black.” She said as she exchanged the coffees.

He spread his bagel with cream cheese and she used mermelade. Duchess took a bite as she pulled out her shoes.

Sparrow frowned as he put his guitar to the side, “Are those slippers new?”

Duchess couldn’t help a small smile, “Yes. A gift in advance for Legacy Day.”

“Mmm.” He hummed appreciatly as she pulled out her tools, “By the way, you’ll never guess who I got roomed with.”

“Can’t be any weirder than who I got roomed with.”

“Wanna bet?”

Duchess rolled her eyes, “I got paired up with Lizzie Hearts. She seems… okay so far but… I’m slightly concerned.”

Sparrow smirked, “I got paired with none other than Daring Charming.”

Duchess almost cut herself accidentally.

So maybe she had a little crush on Daring Charming and maybe Sparrow had found out.

Could she be blamed though?

Daring Charming seemed to be the embodiment of the perfect prince.

The embodiment of a Happily Ever After.

She tried her best to act uninterested, “And? Is he shaping up to be a bad roommate?”

Sparrow considered the question for a moment, “He’s more quiet than I expected him to be… but I mean it’s been less than a day so who knows. I thought he’d be more annoying.”

“He might be thinking the same thing about you.”

He leaned forwards to grab some water from the lake, tossing it at her.

“Hey! Be careful with the tutu!”

He smirked, “Please, as if you don’t dance on the lake.”

“I dance on top of the lake not in it you dumbass!”

She finished her breakfast and got up, practicing a ballet dance while Sparrow worked on a song.

She’d been on the verge of a breakdown the previous day. And as much as she might’ve complained, Sparrow’s joking helped her a bit.

Legacy Day was approaching. For many that meant a confirmation of their Happily Ever Afters or a promise to do something cruel and unforgivable.

But for Duchess… she would be signing away her humanity. Her chance at an actual life. She would pretty much be pledging to lay down her life in order to play her role in the Swan Lake.

It was something she was… trying not to be bitter about. But it was hard.

She only hoped Lizzie wouldn’t say anything whenever she cried herself to sleep over her destiny.

***

Cerise slowly let out a breath as she closed her dorm door behind her.

She couldn’t believe her luck.

Of course she’d been roomed with Cedar Wood, who was cursed to always tell the truth.

She would have to be even more careful than she already was. But she was already so tired…

She needed to run. But, right as she started making her way down the hall, her dorm room door opened again and Cedar poked her head out, “Hey uh… are you going to the woods?”

Cerise sighed on the inside, “Yeah.”

Cedar fidgeted with her skirt, “Do you uh… do you mind if I join you?”

“Nah it’s fine.”

“Really? Because… it kinda sounds like you do mind.” She said nervously.

“I’m used to going on my own but, it’s fine if you wanna come along.”

Cedar considered her answer for a moment before nodding and joining her, she was carrying a notebook.

She noticed Cedar starring and cleared her throat, Cerise wondered for a moment if she actually needed to clear her throat or if it just helped her feel more human, “Um, I planted a few branches before summer, I wanna see how they progressed since I planted some in magic soil and others in normal soil.”

Cerise nodded along, unsure of what to say.

As they made their way out of the school and entered the woods, Cedar spoke again, “I’m sorry uh… do you not like me? I just feel like… you don’t really like me.”

Cerise pulled her hood closer to her face, “Um… it’s not that I don’t like you it’s just that… I’m used to being alone. I don’t exactly talk to a lot of people so I’m not really the best at holding conversations.”

“Oh… it’s just that last semester my roommate didn’t really like me because of my curse. She thought I’d rat out every little thing I did which… I mean I did spill one of her secrets but it wasn’t on purpose I can’t… I can’t really control it.”

Cerise almost snorted. She knew a thing or two about not being in control.

“I know it’s not really your fault. I promise it’s not really about you specifically, I’m just not used to people trying to talk to me or hang out. That’s all really.”

Cedar nodded again, “Alright.”

Cerise considered her next words carefully, for they could land her in an awkward situation quickly.

“Do you want to go to the library after we get a look at your plants? I want to get a headstart on one or two of the classes.”

Cedar seemed more surprised than anything, “Yeah! That sounds nice.”

Cerise managed a small smile at the obvious excitment Cedar was trying to hide.

Maybe having Cedar as a roommate wouldn’t be so bad.

***

Briar still wasn’t sure why exactly Apple had insisted on rooming with Raven. But there was nothing to be done about it now.

She played with the black silk leftover from Raven’s decorations, trying to determine where to put it.

She decided she would get some mesh hot pink fabric to make a canopy along with the black silk. She tossed the silk on the bed and went to sit on her desk, looking at the notes she’d been taking of Chemistry, her favorite subject.

She wasn’t sure how this year would go, but she knew she wanted to live it to the fullest. How could she not want to take advantage of every moment when her destiny was now only a few years away?

She tried to focus on her notes, but couldn’t.

Briar shut the book and got up to go get Apple. She had to do something… anything really.

She found that these days she could barely stand being still for too long.

***

Daring frowned, “A little more to the left.”

Dexter, who was trying to hand a framed drawing of a dragon groaned and rolled his eyes, “Dude, you just told me to move it to the right!”

“It’s not my fault you moved it too far!”

“I’m leaving it here.”

“No it’s not right yet.”

“Daring I swear to-”

“Right there! Do not move.”

Daring rushed forwards, climbing on the chair next to Dexter and quickly hammering a nail into the wall to hang the drawing.

Dexter shook out his arms with a wince and Daring chuckled, ruffling his hair, “Don’t be dramatic. You didn’t hold it for that long.”

They fell into silence for a moment.

Dexter frowned, “What are we going to do about Darling?”

Daring glanced at the framed picture he had with his siblings on his desk, “There’s not much we can do. You know that mom and dad won’t let her come back to Ever After until she’s… ‘fixed’.” He practically spit out the last word.

Yeah, his sister wasn’t a classical damsel in distress, but she still behaved like one most of the time. She didn’t deserve to be shipped off to a boarding school for ‘troubled princesses’… again.

“I mean… we should at least be allowed to write or hext her. It drives me crazy not even knowing that she’s okay.” Dexter said as he collapsed on Daring’s bed.

Daring was slow to join him, “Look for now we should just… help Darling along. Play our roles so that our parents won’t be mad and will go a bit easier on her.”

Dexter snorted without humor, “Easy for you to say. You’re a perfect prince. Not to mention you actually know what your role is.”

Daring wrapped an arm around Dexter, gently pulling him closer, “Hey, you have a destiny and you’ll find out what it is soon. And you are also a great prince.”

“Yeah right.”

“Dex-”

“Don’t Daring.” Dexter stood up, running a hand through his hair with a sigh, “I just… I’ll try to figure out if I can get a message through to Darling.”

Daring watched his brother walk out of the room.

He said nothing as he closed his eyes, thinking about his classes and everything his father had told him he wanted him to do.

It would be a long year, especially without Darling.

***

As it turned out, rooming with Briar had it’s advantages.

Briar was probably the heaviest sleeper in all of Ever After High, which made sense.

And it made it that much easier for Ashlynn to sneak out of the room.

Her heart slammed against her ribcage.

She’d never done anything like this. The closest thing she’d ever come to sneaking away was only telling one guard where she was going instead of her whole team.

But she wasn’t going to back down.

She made her way down the hallways and out the school, crossing the courtyard and reaching the woods.

She’d barely crossed the first line of trees when she almost jumped out of her skin when a pale golden light appeared out of nowhere.

The golden light was Hunter holding a small lantern, standing a few feet away.

He seemed surprised, like he hadn’t meant to come. Like he was shocked that he’d agreed to meet her.

“Hey.” She said in a quiet tone.

“Hey Ash… did you have any problems sneaking out?”

“No… Briar is a pretty heavy sleeper, which you know, makes sense… did you have any problems?”

“No.”

They fell into silence for a moment.

When Ashlynn went to get closer, Hunter stepped back.

“Ash we… this is wrong. We… we can’t.”

Ashlynn’s heart dropped, “Then why did you come here?”

Hunter laughed humorlessly, “I don’t know. Maybe I didn’t want you waiting out here for me to show up I… we’re signing this year Ash.”

“I know that. But I just…” she hated the fact that there were already tears gathering in her eyes, “I don’t wanna let go of you just yet.”

Hunter rushed forwards then, wrapping his arms around her. She cried against his chest, holding on tightly.

“I don’t want to let you go either.” He whispered against her hair, “But you know that we can’t… we’re not even in the same story, let alone destined for each other. Who knows if we’ll even see each other again once we’re done with Ever After High.”

Ashlynn slowly pulled away, wipping away her tears, “I know but… shouldn’t we enjoy… this… while we still can?”

“Don’t you think it’ll hurt more in the long run?”

Ashlynn took his hand, gently kissing his knuckles, “I’d rather have the painful memories than the regret.”

He pulled her close again, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her.

She sighed into the kiss, cupping his face, tasting salt from her own tears.

Ashlynn knew it was probably a mistake, that they would eventually be pulled apart by their respective destinies.

But she’d spent her entire life doing all she could to be perfect.

She was allowed to have this one thing… at least for now.

***

Dexter left his brother’s room frustrated.

The triplets had always been close, even with their parents constantly comparing them and trying to keep them apart due to their different destinies.

It was awful being at Ever After without his sister.

He was always compared to both his siblings, he was the boring sibling, the least attractive one, the one without a destiny. But at least with Darling it didn’t bother him as much.

It wasn’t Daring’s fault that he was a good prince and people took that to make Dexter feel bad. But it still would’ve been nice to be able to escape most of that with Darling.

He looked down at his MirrorPad.

He was going to figure out a way to get a message through to his sister.

***

Lizzie Hearts was careful as she opened the last box she had to unpack.

In the box were the only things she had left of Wonderland, which she’d carefully collected over the years from both survivors and collectors.

She placed the objects on her desk and bookshelf with care.

She glanced at Duchess’ side of the room, she was definetely tidier than Lizzie was.

The last thing she pulled from the box was a framed picture of her and her friends. Before Wonderland had fallen.

Maddie, Kitty, Bunny, Alistair and Lizzie herself, laughing in the middle of a croquet tournament, Alistair trying to balance a flamingo on his shoulder for no reason other than to cheer himself and Bunny up since they were losing.

How she missed them.

She took a deep breath as she tried her best to organize her desk, trying not to think about spending yet another year separated from her Kingdom.

Studying hard to be a good queen when she didn’t even know if her Kingdom was just a barren wasteland. Trying her best to embody her mother and act as angrily as she could despite not knowing if her story would ever come to pass. If Bunny and Alistair had survived the fall of Wonderland.

Another year trying to act like she was unaffected by all of that.

Because queens weren’t supposed to wake up screaming from nightmares.

And they certainly didn’t have doubts about their destinies.

What do ya think?

#winx club rewrite #ever after high #Ever after high rewrite #maddie hatter #kitty cheshire #daring charming #dexter charming #darling charming #ashlynn ella #hunter huntsman #cerise hood #cedar wood #lizzie hearts #ever after high fanfic #duchess swan #sparrow hood #briar beauty

[forestdragoncat]

For both Argenta and Syzh'favia: 🎻 🍎 💜?

Always glad to see you! <3

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

Argenta - well, she has a lovely singing voice, but isn't really proficient with musical instruments. Aside from a flute, which she sorta picked during Free Crusaders' gatherings in The Sanctuary of The Silver Symphony (her Court), but she is an amateur :)

Syzh'Favia - now, she is a daughter of two bards from a musical troupe, and she can, more or less, play any "popular" instrument (like the ones presented in the game), especially if it's a simple folk melody, but her instrument of choice (and for self-made improvisations) is lyra, and Favi is, indeed, a virtuoso with it. In fact, that's how she made a Pact with her Patron - during one of the troupe Sword Coast tours, on a town's Summer Festival she met a fellow wandering lyrist, who, having heard her performance, challenged Syzh'Favia to a music duel. On a condition that the winner will receive the loser's instrument as a prize. And after a hard, but fun competition concerto their audience finally declared Favi's victory. So her rival's fulfilled the terms... And then it turned out that their lyre was magical, the rival themselves was a fey in disguise and has now bestowed a part a their powers on the astonished tiefling bard through said lyre. So Favi needs it to do any of her magic, but the fey's lyre can't really be lost, stolen or broken forever - she can summon it back anytime she wishes. As long as Syzh'Favia doesn't abandon her musical craft and writes at least few new songs each year :D

🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

Argenta - Was born in Ardis, Ustalav, but didn't stayed here for long, as her mother, Ruxandra (former) Mivirania, run away from home soon after Argy's birth to save her daughter life and/or future. They and Rux's friend-turned-lover-then-turned-wife, Pheli the gnome shaman wandered the Ustalav for some time, moving south before crossing to Lastwall and, eventually, to north Nirmathas, where they finally settled for good. Well, her mothers did - Argenta left on her 18th birthday, fused with Silver Lining and went back to Ustalav through Varisia and Realm of the Mammoth Lords. It has the most pleasant climate and aesthetics for her, but she is certainly no patriot, she just was a (mainly) undead hunter and Ustalav has plenty of bounties for them.

Syzh'Favia - since game give me no choice in the matter (unless i missed something), she is baldurian. She loves her city and it's people - for they make a good stage and even better listeners for her performances! And are good people in general, too! Though she had to leave Baldur's Gate pretty often with the rest of musical troupe, and was in a lot of other Sword Coast cities and even traveled to Moonshae Isles a few times. But Favi has always counted Baldurs Gate as her "true" home - even if she doesn't *yet* have her own house here (the troupe lives in commune).

💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

Argenta - she is a bastard offspring of Mivirania, a minor noble human (with a very-very small drop of elven blood) family in Ardis. They don't really have that much in wealth or influence, especially compared to other noble families, but, my, do they try to compensate it with pride and arrogance! So when Ruxandra, the youngest daughter, who was to be wed with the son of another noble family, suddenly turned out to be pregnant and gave birth to a foul half-undead, the heads of the family got very angry and decided that in order to save the prosperous marriage they will 1) Keep the whole deal in secret and 2) Dispose of the child in unspecified manner. And that's when Rux, the meek, the quiet and the obedient (but also optimistic and kind) finally snapped, teamed up with eager Pheli, grabbed Argenta and sneaked out of her (frankly, abusive) household for good. Good for her.

(As for Argenta's father - well, for a long time everyone thought, for an obvious reason, that it was some moroi vampire, encounter (and, well, everything else that transpired) with whom shocked her mother so much that she forgot everything that happened. But then, during the Fifth Crusade Argenta learned that, apparently, it was Areelu's doing. She, as usual, was experimenting.

(It's actually a pretty old picture, from Beta days of WoTR, hense Areelu's tabletop face and Argenta's edired portrait. Back then, it was a joke).

And after this moment, it was even more abundantly clear that there will be no peace, because nobody really hurts Argenta's mom like that and ruins her life (from Argy's POV) and then doesn't get wrecked. Don't push that red button.

And by "wrecked" i don't mean just punched or killed - it means "i am going to play along that i am your dead daughter and your experiment was a success, use you to ascend myself and my friends (and also kill two other big assholes along the way)... and then i will throw you in a ditch, and in your last moments you will know that you have been played. Oh, did i mention that i will ask Pharasma to erase your soul, too?" There is a reason why Argenta is a CG who is still close to CN - there is a dark side from her connection to negative energy, she just keeps it in check. In absolutely most cases.

(And, tbh, Areelu did a lot more than just hurting Rux to deserve such strong attitude from Argenta. It was more of straw that broke dhampir's back, i think).

Syzh'Favia - in contrast from drama that is above, her family life is a lot more simpler. She is a Mephistopheles tiefling daughter to a Mephistopheles tiefling father and an Asmodeus tiefling mother, who, as stated before, are both bards in a semi-wandering troupe of musicians, jesters and magicians. She is the only child, but had a few kids more or less her age among other troupe members as playmates and childhood friends. They weren't (and aren't) any big superstars, but are known in some circles, make a decent coin on performances and love each other very much :3

During the game events the whole troupe, including Favi's parents, were in the middle of yet another big Sword Coast tour, on which Favi herself didn't went, and learned about the illithid-tadpole business after everything was already over :D

#thank you! <3 #asks #my ocs #argenta lining #syzh'favia

[logicheartsoul]

I was talking with @livingincolorsagain and these random thoughts came into my head and next thing you know, it became a million years long. It’s kind of long, so putting some of it under a read more.

Also, shout-out to @talk3tiv3 @lupusxuniversum and @saryasy for wanting me to post it, so here.

So, I was thinking about writing and having this idea about Bucky not able to be able TO write (he can journal but journaling isn’t really something polished and unique, it’s just emotion and thought dumping for his own private eyes) but he has all these overwhelming feelings about Sam. 

He wishes he could write beautiful love letters, like he had been taught in the past, but words end up clumsy and silly in his head after all he’s been through and he thinks that the 40’s version of him could do that but not him. And all his letters would be too hard or plain for a guy like Sam who deserves romance and to be wooed. 

His therapist suggests if he wants to write creatively but letters and stories are too hard, to find another medium. Maybe something like drawing or music or etc. Bucky says he’ll think about it. Even though he went to art school with Steve, drawing was more Steve’s thing and he was skilled at it. Bucky’s art skills tend to be more engineer based and whatever he draws wouldn’t convey the feelings in his heart. He’s ok at singing — not the worst but not the best, he can hold a decent note but not all the time, and sometimes when he gets too distracted, either caught in the feeling or too goofy, his voice goes off key. He doesn’t want to embarrass Sam like that, though Sam being serenaded is an idea he tucks away into a pocket. 

And then he goes to the bookstore, a local one that has second hand books but also sells new things and they’re having a live reading of some local artist. Bucky stands around in the back, curious of the group, and turns out it’s a poet, reading some of their favorite poems but also a few of their own from their new book. 

And the poetry — the poetry ranges from extremely beautiful and full of flowery prose to some very simple but hard hitting lines that stick after the next one is read. There’s prose poetry and poetry with rhyme that seems more like the melody line of a song. The last fifteen minutes, which is what Bucky catches, goes by quick with a short q&a session, and Bucky gets the courage to ask about poetry, writing it, how to go about it, especially if you haven’t done it before. It’s the last question that gets answered coz it was so thoughtful, and the poet gets too into the answers but that’s ok coz the rest of the audience is raptured just as Bucky is. It feels like the lecture hall of an English class and Bucky is the most willing student.

And then once the answer is finished, the autograph session is up and Bucky gets in line, sees the table full of the poet’s work. Several books, including the newest, but also a selected anthology of poems with annotations from the poet, a mix of their work and others. Bucky picks up that one, seeing the subject matter is varied along with their newest book. It’s autobiographical almost, but it talks about life, loss, love, and politics and the way the world affects those with a voice not of the white, cisheteronormative majority, especially non-Christian, and it’s certainly an eye opener. It’s someone’s voice not of his own but not to control him, but to tell their own truth to share to others willing to listen. Yeah, he hasn’t bought it yet, but he is gonna get it signed. 

He’s near the end of the line, letting others go first who might want to see this poet, vibrating with anticipatory excitement. And then his turn comes up and the poet’s eyes brighten and thank him for such a wonderful question. And then, seeing both books, asks 1) which one he’d like to sign or if he wants both coz he’s near the end of the line so it’s no struggle and 2) what made him ask that question earlier. And he confesses a bit about having all these thoughts and feelings but no way to put it in words until he heard the poetry today. And he wondered if that could be for himself too. And the poet is like, well, it might not always turn out good, but you keep writing until something feels right and you do it again and again. You can keep the old attempts or trash it, you can edit the hell out of things if he’s that kind of person or just start from scratch, but it’s a process of discovery if he’s willing to take it and not be perfect from the get go. But it’s definitely guaranteed to help get all those feelings out no matter now pretty the words sound or not. 

And then Bucky gives thanks and the poet asks for his name and he gives his full name, James Buchanan Barnes but if you’d like to use my common nickname, that’s fine and the poet pauses and blinks looking at him like, I knew you looked a bit familiar. Are you for real that’s your name? 

Bucky laughs like, yeah yeah that’s me and the poet is like I know people name their kids after famous people all the time so your name isn’t what bugs me it’s just putting your name with your face made it click. 

Bucky goes, oh. 

And they both have a laugh and Bucky goes “you can address it to Bucky, if you want” and then the poet writes some words of encouragement on the anthology hoping these poems will help guide Bucky on his writing journey for whatever is inside his head and heart and for their own hoping he enjoys these words written, to a fellow poet. And then they shake hands and Bucky rings up the books, not getting any of the other potential new sci-fi or fantasy novels he was thinking of getting and goes home. 

Sam isn’t home which is good coz he doesn’t want him to know what he purchased. Puts the books in his room.

He brings out a clean journal from his journal stash — he hasn’t stopped chronicling his life for his own edification and he sometimes doesn’t want to go buy some more to write it down. Finds one that looks “artsy” enough and picks a pen and starts writing. It’s all a dump of feelings and emotions, loss, memory, belonging, feeling out of time. Also about rediscovery, healing, finding home again, finding hope, finding a love he never thought he’d fine. Home and happiness and family and a place to belong. And Sam. All thorough lines that lead to Sam.

Sam sees Bucky scribbling away in these notebooks from time to time but doesn’t question it — not from his collection when they confiscated it back in Romania (and took forever to get back) or when he asked him about it and Bucky explained it was for his memory and therapy. 

But on a free weekend, one day, he sees him with the light shining down on his face, sometimes almost like a painting or a well shot photograph and he makes these faces, sometimes beaming with pride, sometimes scrunched like he’s scrutinizing something under a microscope and then crossing things out enthusiastically or erasing depending on if it’s a pen or pencil. And it gets Sam curious. Bucky has been writing with more face journeys going on than he usually does just journaling. 

And he asks. 

Bucky lightly goes, “oh, I got into poetry recently. Something my therapist suggested.” 

Sam is like “you, writing poetry?” 

Bucky goes “yeah, I don’t know if it’s any good but it’s nice to create something, something positive with these hands.” 

And Sam thinks those hands have done positive things already: fix the boat, help out with their neighbors, with Sarah and the boys watching over them or helping with errands or family game nights, helping Sam with his wounds, shielding people from getting hurt, lending a hand to pick them up. 

But Sam doesn’t say anything and he goes makes a joke about Bucky wanting to be the next best American poet and Bucky laughs and goes hell no, I’m not that good, but thanks for the vote of confidence. 

And then Sam drops it and asks if he wants anything for lunch since there’s still leftovers but he’s gonna fix a sandwich on his weekend off. And Bucky goes you go ahead, I can fix one myself and gets back to writing, the cats winding their bodies around Sam’s feet in the kitchen since Bucky is too preoccupied. Sam setting a sandwich on the side table anyway as he scrolls on his phone, reading his ebooks or watching a vid or two at a reasonable volume so he can hear it but not distract Bucky. The cats sometimes looking at Bucky but then cuddling with Sam. 

Bucky, finishing, lost in his words and sees Sam lightly napping on the couch, the cats doing the same. The sandwich on the plate. He writes about the serenity and how perfect that moment is. Home and peace right there. Takes a pic with his phone surreptitiously and makes it his lock screen before he eats the sandwich. Cleans up after both he and Sam and washes the dishes, the cats mildly awake and listening to the rushing water but don’t move.

Bucky starting prep on early dinner because time flew so fast. He makes something he’s good at that Sam also thinks is good and they haven’t had it in awhile. Once it’s out of the prep stage the cats get active again and start to eat and drink while Bucky is in full swing, Sam waking up to the smell of home cooked meals made with love and Bucky lightly humming. 

He rubs his bleary eyes and trots slowly to the kitchen, asks with a yawn if Bucky wants any help and he says, no but it’s almost done, I need to set the table and Sam touches his arm going, I’ll do it and goes and does it. 

After it’s set, Sam peers over Bucky’s shoulder as he’s taste testing for seasoning and Sam’s like let me and like an indirect kiss he tests it and it really is the right balance of seasoned. Bucky’s cooking practice is paying off. 

And it’s there Bucky can’t help himself with Sam’s soft smile of contentment, pleased at the taste, his warm brown eyes, and the close proximity of him — he tells him a poem. A poem about him, and love. It’s short, it’s from his heart, it’s about right now. 

Sam blinks and he goes “that’s beautiful. Who wrote it?” 

Bucky goes, I did. Just now. 

Sam is all damn that’s wow. You? Just now? That’s good poetry, Buck. 

Bucky goes, “only because it comes from the heart”. 

And then, he says another poem, about his heart, his love, and the two of them. 

Sam laughing a shocked chuckle, are you confessing to me? Are you saying you love me? Are you pulling moves right now? 

Bucky goes it’s not a move when it’s what I really feel for you. 

And Sam, Sam’s eyes are tearing up, he can’t believe it, and Bucky turns the stove off, he places the spoon down, he cups Sam’s face, his thumb brushing his check under his eyes like don’t cry, sweetheart I don’t want to make you sad and Sam grabbing his hand and going and kissing his palm, kissing his lips, chaste and sweet and a tear falls; he presses his forehead against Bucky’s while Bucky wipes his tears and he looks at him and his eyes are saying it’s been so long since someone loved me like that who wasn’t obligated, someone who has seen me at my highs and lows, someone who has been with me to the brink and back and Bucky kisses him again and goes I love you, Sam.

Then the cats meowing leads them to break away and for Bucky to serve dinner, for Sam to hear all of Bucky’s poetry writing woes and journey, interspersed with Sam’s thoughts of the day — catching up on family, neighborhood gossip, his viewpoints on some of his high school friends getting together and the few videos he watched while Bucky was writing. Both of them laughing and rapt with attention. And love, so much love. 

And then later, for Sam’s birthday, he gives him a little rough handmade booklet of paper full of poems he wrote about him.

His therapist, after he reveals this, is pleasantly happy and surprised, along with the good developments in his life. 

And Bucky is truly happy, settled in a way. He has a family, a home, a love, a community, purpose, a place to belong. It’s not always smooth and some days there are setbacks but they’re surmountable. 

And there’s Sam. Sam’s happiness can get him through all the dark days, he’s sure.

#headcanons #imagines #MCU #sambucky #my writing #I guess #did i just write something so bucky would give sam a million poems about his love for him? yeah #it got a smidge meta there about writing ngl #anyhow hope y’all enjoy

[eyeballtank]

Something I like about some NIN songs is the use of "distortion" because it might as well fit in or complement some music.

Like a part of a song that could sound happy/calm elsewhere has some out of synch notes, which can make it more interesting and somehow doesn't feel out of place.

Just Like You Imagined: The machine-y thing at 1:07, then the piano at 1:23 and hear at 1:39 how there's still some out of synch piano keys.

La Mer in general is a huge example, with all the sounds that keep coming in and making it all distorted. Even at the start you get like 3 simple melodies. But at 2:35 there's a sound I'd like to decribe as a "crying robot". Even at 3:37 you have a melody that sounds like "crying" in a metaphorical way.

Ghosts I-IV track 34: At 1:40:06 (Because I'm hearing this from a full album upload on YT), you have that high pitch piano that feels "out of place" in the track. And at 1:41:19 you have this 3 note sort of melody that sounds like a "crying/shouting" robot. Said crying robot already appeared a bit earlier but its volume was going up during the song's progress. And at 1:41:50 it changes melody. And then something higher pitched that also comes off as a crying robot.

Hurt: In general all the "nicer" parts because there's always something distorted or eerie about it. Like a subtle creepy sound or some extra distorted notes.

With Teeth: At 2:42 you have what sounds like someone doing animal noises, but I thought it sounded like ghosts. Even the low volume "happy" piano part has a "oooooooo" in the background, like ghosts of a hard past. Actually either it's too subtle or I misremember it.

Mr Self Destruct: Again a low volume sequence, like the weird guitars in the background complementing a part that could've been more peacefull and "beautiful" before the rust and anger show up again.

You Know What You Are?: Like the part at 1:54 sounds more "determined" than "angry". Then there's 2:42 and at 2:48 some distorted noice.

Beside You In Time: This song in general starts off distorted and becomes noisy but then it acts like a fast beating heart and turns into a "determinted" melody.

The Becoming: Already starting with distortion along with an agry melody. The song in general sounds like an hellish factory. Then you have the "happy" part at 2:47 but still with creepy robot ghost voices and some weird noise before the angry robot Hell sounding part.

In Two: I guess at 2:56 where you get some bit of distortion and an "emotional rising up" sort of part? And the part at 3:54 with the rising guitar-ish sounds, one that even kinda reminds me of La Mer at 4:01. And how it all builds up to 4:46.

We're In This Together: I always liked how this song sounded angry and still positive. Like even the part at 0:47 sounds like an angry robot. Something brutal about it. Then there's the bit at the end where it gets more silent but still with guitars and all before the piano parts. A way to slowly, softly switch to the next song.

The Fragile: I guess you got that weird sound at the start. Like a robot almost singing along with Trent. At 1:21 there's those weak guitar sounds. 2:13 you get distortion and it's a melody that mixes with other 2 melodies like the weird guitars and what sounds like an old radio. The guitars get more destorted and there's some weird noises before the song comes back up with a feeling of determination and strenght. Much like "We're In This Together", this song feels very heroic.

I wrote this post with a limited vocabolary/knowledge on music making and not using much of the NIN wiki as reference.

I do remember in an interview where Trent Reznor said that a difference between Downward Spiral and Fragile was that one would sound "robotic" and the other would come off as "falling apart".

Maybe this post went off-track in some parts, but I just felt like analyzing some things I liked about some songs.

Maybe if I ever get music in a project of mine, I'd try to get how my understanding of music (And somewhat plagiarism) could play a role in potential music making in the future (If not from me, maybe someone else but who knows).

#nine inch nails #music #analysis #blog

[novantinuum]

you can’t choose what stays and what fades away OR Reunited Alt POV fic? (I am eyeing doing that tag myself except. *glances at WIP folder*)

I am wiggling about my SU wips most of all, so I’mma selecting Reunited Alt POV fic (which LMAFO I need to come up with a banger of a title for so desperately, this one is like 2/3rds done so. Yeah.

This is a simple one to explain, it’s just the battle in Reunited but from Connie’s POV- thus, it covers everything that happens while Steven gets knocked into unconscious psychic ghost zone. Or, at least, my take on what happens. But uh… yeah. Watching your friend get absolutely trampled underfoot is inherently traumatizing, and I don’t think we as a fandom talk enough about this moment and how it might’ve impacted specifically Connie. Also I genuinely honest to god think Steven was seriously hurt from this- and that some of the fractures in his bones we see in SUF were from this strike- and that the reason he took so long to come to in “psychic ghost zone” even was that all his body’s energy was being routed towards Intense self healing. So keep that in mind re: snippit below:

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Garnet keeps a watchful eye for any incoming projectiles as Connie skids to a screeching halt next to her friend’s comatose body lying limp in the sand. Okay. Okay. Here he is. Now all she’s gotta do is… carry him to a safe distance. Steeling her core in preparation, she squats down and tries to leverage herself to scoop him right up. Her legs, though… in the midst of her terror, her legs are simply too wobbly to bear his mass, and after one valiant but failed attempt she’s scared she’ll hurt herself (or him!) trying again. Which means… she’ll just have to drag him.

“Sorry—!” she says with a faint hiss of regret as she grasps both of his arms by the wrist and starts to pull him across the battle-swept sands. Sure enough to her suspicions, one of his shoulders definitely doesn’t feel like it’s aligned in its socket right, and she worries that yanking him along like this will only serve to further exacerbate it. Still, what other choice does she have? 

What choices do any of them have, all tangled up within the fallout of this thousand year war?

Ever-diligent in her role as lookout, Garnet circles around a few more times as Connie drags Steven off the battlefield, towards what remains of his house. She’s grateful for her help. Truly so. It allows her to focus her energy on protecting her best friend instead of constantly having to keep an eye out for stray attacks from the Diamonds. And boy, oh boy— she digs her heels into the sand, spent muscles all but screaming for her to rest, to drop her load and continue on alone— will her body need every last drop of energy she’s got. That’s why relief surges through her heart with all the ferocity of a tidal wave when Mr. Universe’s frantic voice comes into range once again. Because it means she’s here. She’s succeeded. She’s pulled him all the way to the base of the stairs, out of the way.

The exhaustion hits immediately. Huffing for a lungful of air, she drops the half-Gem’s arms to the ground and collapses to her knees. For an extended moment, the unwanted melody of warfare rings through her ears like canon fire. She can’t move. She can barely even breathe. She swears her friend’s dad is trying to say something to her— can feel his hesitant touch brushing against her shoulder in what barely counts as a whisper— but she can’t even manage to distinguish a single word. Her eyes brim with fresh tears, every last sensory input overloaded. It’s all too loud. It’s all too damn heavy. It’s all too—

“Connie,” Garnet pushes through the static with astute authority. 

She snaps her head up, her eyes flitting between the Crystal Gem leader (currently kneeling at her side) and a still panicking Mr. Universe (clutching his unconscious son’s hand). Her breath settles, slowly but surely. Her fingers twitch, tracing shallow patterns in the sand. The ringing lessens.

“Thank you,” she continues, pushing herself back to her full height. The long skirt of her wedding outfit flares behind her as she glances back towards the chaos of the battle. “For protecting him where I couldn’t. Now, keep watch. If they poof all of us, promise me you’ll evacuate the beach.”

“I-I… of course,” Connie says, her gaze still wet with terror and barely contained grief. “But y-you… you don’t really think you’ll—?”

Lose, is the word she can’t bring herself to say. Surely you don’t think you’ll lose?

#ft. Connie carrying Steven outright in her ARMS in CYM being her personal redemption moment from This ‘failure’ #or what she Sees as a failure… a failure of her own strength :( #she felt horrible for having to drag him by his arms #jen rambles #wips

[sunflower-live]

Yes, I’m aware how long it’s been since I made one of these! Enjoy!

1 - Songbird | ltdoncaster91 | 113,976

When a familiar face from a drunken one night stand makes an unfortunate appearance in Sailor's Point, Louis quickly learns that it's not that easy to live with someone you absolutely, definitely, 100% hate. Especially not when they start getting under your skin a little bit too much and have these piercing green eyes you can't seem to get out of your head…

2 - Where you’d rather be | @itsmotivatingcara | 103,456

Detective Harry styles has a murder to solve, he's just gotten out of a long-term relationship and he's certainly not looking for another. Regardless of whether the man who run's the SAR unit's blue eyes sparkle with promise and a sense of belonging. Something he may or may not have been searching for all his life.

3 - Into the Weeds | kairosclerosis | 87,788

Following the whispered words of a stranger, Harry Styles finds himself in the small town of Peri Ridge. It’s a town nestled within overgrown forests, raging rivers, and ominous mountains- full of unkept secrets, the aura of freedom, and lost people seeking to be found. It’s here that Harry works to uncover all the parts of himself that he buried long ago.

With the help of the captivating bartender, Louis, who he can’t seem to stop daydreaming about, and his enchanting group of friends; Harry remembers what it is to be alive.

4 - ti dedico le autostrade che portano al mare (i dedicate to you the highways that bring you to the sea) | me_her_themoon / @dreamersdivin-headfirst | 87,667

Louis goes on hiatus for six months to a small coastal town in Italy where he doesn't expect to fall in love with the charming baker.

5 - Given a chance, I’d show you my heart | sweetstrawberryheadache | 78,166

Louis Tomlinson is a 28 year old journalist living in London and working for the Hoxton District, a famous music magazine. With a 3000-word article, he can basically make or break someone’s career. His world is turned upside down when Harry Styles, hot stuff photographer, gets transferred in London as the new HD Head of Photography.

6 - my hand’s at risk, i fold | crochetsunsets | 67,325

Louis’ a model, Harry’s an actor. Their lives are on separate tracks. What happens when two ships meet in the night, and what does it mean when they’ve met before?

7 - Will You Be My Melody? | kevinsleftfoot | 42,025

Harry Styles is an internationally famous pop star about to go on a world tour and is constantly trending on Twitter.

Louis Tomlinson is an unpaid intern at Twitter HQ who writes descriptions of topics that are trending.

You can guess how it goes.

8 - happier, prettier | @outropeace | 40,348

It wasn't that Harry hated Louis Tomlinson. He was just a Broadway kid who got insanely famous thanks to some silly videos on an even sillier app, got a label contract, forgot about his roots and now he was pretending to be a pop star. He didn't even mind that everyone was actually buying his act of being sweeter than honey. It was that Harry knew that game too well — he was inside it after all — he knew how fake people could get and how manipulative they actually were.

So no, it wasn’t that he didn’t like Louis, it was that he reminded him of everything he didn’t like in a person. Louis reminded him a bit too much of... her.

9 - Something As Simple As This | frenchkiss | 34,625

Trapped in a cabin in the middle of nowhere after a blizzard derails Louis from getting home, he and the attractive stranger who owns the place have nothing to do but... well, each other. It would be a real shame if feelings got in the way, and even more of a shame if a secret about this stranger's identity turned both their lives upside down and inside out.

10 - Sweet as Honey | TeamLouis / @teamlouis2022 | 21,501

Louis has always been shit at cooking. When he discovers Sweet as Honey on Instagram, owned by chef Harry Styles, he intends to mock him by recreating his recipes with his awful skills, posting photos on his own Instagram account, Nailed It. It's all fun until Harry asks to meet him.

#Helloo ignore the terrible header image #i tried making it on my phone #also this is long overdue and I’ve read so much lately that it’s hard to narrow them down #larry fic rec #larry fic #fic rec #weekly fic rec #oh also I would rec all of itsmotivatingcaras fics but that would take up all the spots #mine

[abaharashi]

I was 27 when i first discovered Night in the Woods. I was piqued by its art style and charm. I had been needing something to jist BE with. I didnt newd achievements, i didnt need scores or mechanics. I didnt need difficulty or grandiose stories that stretch across the stars and peirce hearts unseen.

I needed a game i could sit with. Take my time and just relax, and enjoy.

Gregg was a favorite early on. Its easy to see why. Everyone should have a Gregg in their life. But i quickly grew attached to Bea. I was drawn to why she waa so...snide with Mae. And given their supposed history i felt so inclined to learn more aboit Bea. And try to reform what friendship was there before things when caput.

Im not going to talk about the rest of those adventures or stories. What i want to talk about is how i am now 3 years into my transition, and playing this game through for the 3rd time now...and its so fucking cathartic in a way.

I related to Mae alot, given how i felt when i was 20. I dont have derealisation but i do get anxiety and depression. Its been notoriously bad recently.

And in a world entering the year 2024 on calander, with so much going on all the time, everywhere. I know i can go back to Possum Springs. And just try to emjoy life and get through another day.

Its not real, but i cant get out much. Adulting will do that to you. Capitalism has made it difficult regardless of age. And those trips with Gregg to the park and having a mini knife fight. Or going to the mall with Bea and shoplifting because "cool kids stickin it to the man" or finding out why Angus doesnt talk with his family much these days.

It brings me back to a time when things did seem uncertain. When i was scared and anxious. But when i also had this bravado to see another day and put 1 foot infront of the other. Because Life.

Those days are so difficult now. You go to work and then feel like super heated glass being doused in water. And you cant stay at work. You cant. Youre akin to a mannequin at that point. You have to go home because youll end up hurting yourself somehow, intentionally or otherwise.

And this great sadness overtakes you and its joined with mania and you just...dont know how youll get through the day. Or if you even want to wake up the next day.

~~~~~~~~~

I've been listening to the NitW OST for the past.... 2-3 days now. And all the tunes are so...simple in their construction and melodies. But they hold this special place in my heart. Maes House especially. It reminds me that my house and family are not like Maes. And i wish they were. Atleast in how the game portrays them presently. I cant even go upstairs to get food unless i cover up now or dress in modest fashion because transition had made people uncomfortable around me expressibg my body in ways i nevwr could before. Not in sexual fashion but showing a bit more skin and wearing tighter clothes and such. And its an insidious uncomfortable they demonstrate. They dobt say it vocally most times to try and be respectful i guess. But i can feel those thoughts burring into me and the....velcro fuzzy distortion that builds between us.

I cant be myself and they don't want me to, because it makes them uncomfortable.

So ive been going back to Possum Springs. And talking with Gregg and reading his enthusiasm helps alot. "I have a friend whos super supportive and would punch someone out for me"

"But hes not real"

I need him to be. Ok? I need Gregg to be real. I need Possum Springs to be real. I need that feeling to be real for me again. A world where im not so...beaten by life and wanting to hope for a better day bit having to fight tooth and nail for every good day i have. Where i dont have to worry about the financial burden of debts, or the worry that this procedure will set me back an additional 20k.

I just want to feel that youthful joy and energy again.

#night in the woods #gregg rulez ok #Maebea #Possum Springs #transitioning later in life #depresso #anxienty #coordinating with friends is so difficult these days #indie games #being a girl #in a sad world

[tanjir0se]

Ok I’m gonna actually be real for a minute. Now that I’ve unfortunately watched enough anime to consider myself an Anime Fan™ (welcome to cringe city population me) I think I can confidently say that Demon Slayer is on a completely different level.

1. The Animation. This kind of goes without saying. But literally even the early seasons felt alive, even mid range episodes look beautiful, and this most recent season has cemented KNY as being in a completely different league to anything else I’ve watched. BNHA, AOT, even Chainsaw Man and Trigun literally don’t even hold a candle to Demon Slayer when it comes to the animation. The fire and sparks and lightning GLOW from inside whatever screen you’re watching it, I don’t even know how they do it. Attack animations and fight choreography are so gorgeous and well timed and just so fucking beautiful to look at. I could go on forever.

2. The story. This is a controversial one because I have heard some say that the plot is nothing special for a shonen. Which I actually think is a good thing? The setup is simple, the mechanics are easy to understand and make sense, and I don’t have to wait through 19 episodes of lead up before something interesting happens. It’s just a straightforward story about a boy who loves his family. Also, Tanjiro’s power crawl is INSANE, every huge overpowered moment he has feels so earned.

Further in defense of the writing in KNY, the story feels so tight. Like we don’t really waste time with shit in KNY, everything feels focused and purposeful with the exception of maaaybe a few more comedic relief moments especially early on. But even those I don’t mind, they keep the tone light but consistent and develop the kids’ characters.

3. The MUSIC. Holy shit the music. It never stops!!! The way the character and action themes kind of blend into one another throughout the episodes, how hearing the melody of your favorite character start playing at certain moments can just rip your heart out. HOW YOU CAN PREDICT PLOT BEATS BY LISTENING VERY CLOSELY TO THE SOUNDTRACK. Literally unrivaled. LITERALLY unrivaled. It only stops when they purposefully drop it out to emphasize something. The musical beats and stings can build tension like nothing else, I will always be insane about the music in Demon Slayer.

4. In the same vein, the sound design I think is often overlooked. The swords clanging whenever they change position. The roar of Tanjiro’s sun breathing and the hiss of Hinokami escaping through his teeth. The clap of Thunder when Zenitsu breaks out thunder breathing. The way jewelry and chains jingle, the way his earrings clack against his collar, the way jaws snap shut or footsteps crunch in the snow, it’s all such excellent attention to detail that you don’t really notice until you Notice and then it’s always there.

Maybe Aniplex or Ufotable is putting something in their water or maybe I love my blorbos so much it’s making my brain smooth but it really feels like a passion project. It feels like the animators and writers and voice actors just deeply deeply give a shit about the art they’re making. Every single frame just oozes love and care for the source material and it comes through so beautifully. And this season is really taking all of everything I just said to the next level.

Anyway, watch Demon Slayer, love yourselves and turn off BHNA and AOT

#kny #demon slayer #watch demon slayer for the LOVE OF GOD #like I’d say CSM is..a smarter show. csm has more to say about the world and society and exploitation #but to be totally honest I think csm needs two watches because it’s easy to get bogged down in how complex and strange the world is #that you (or at least I) miss the forest for the trees a little. miss what it’s trying to tell you #I’m rambling please watch demon slayer

[anulithots]

Surprise! Land of the Fallen Fairies questions to fill your October morning! 🍂

What's been the most difficult part of writing Anuli & Kamari's story? If there was anything you could change about the writing process, if at all, what might that be?

Do you think you would ever consider giving Anuli a redemption arc? Just because you're an antagonist doesn't mean you can't change!

Who's your silliest character?

Favorite Kamari line?

If you could add a new houseplant to the lineup, one that you haven't considered before, which plant would it be?

What do you think your characters would look like as humans?

Okay that's it, bye!!!

OHMIGOSH thank you so much for the asks!!

All the hearts <3 <3 <3 <3

1. Most difficult part of writing for Anuli and Kamari, if I would change anything about the writing process

I think the most difficult part for Anuli was making faer... sound like Anuli. My greatest goal as a writer was to have deep POV, with the writing style, the actions, beliefs and thoughts, I wanted it to feel like them. I didn't care about the plot or the worldbuilding as much as I did about these two little beans getting their unique voices heard. (so developing a different writing style for each)

For Anuli, faer prose is long and winding, lots of metaphors and parallelism causing faer thoughts to pool into each other, with very little description of what is going on around faer. (Think those tumblr posts about a certain phenomenon... or shower thoughts.)

Also having Anuli's actions make sense with faer internal conflict, knowing how Anuli would act based on faer goals and fears was so difficult when they are supposed to be simple answers.

For Anuli's want, fae is going to try to mimic being home as much as possible. This also included the 'I CAN FIX ME' sort of behavior

For faer fear, it's a lot of disclaimers and putting faerself down and putting 'dampeners' on faer typical habits. And the 'I CAN"T BE FIXED SO I'LL ACT LIKE MYSELF TIMES A MILLION TO MAKE YOU SCARED OF ME" behavior. Both are faer trying to change faerself in some way so that way bad things won't happen. (The 'avoid repeats of the past' and 'chase the happy ending' thing that are always dueling in Anuli's thots.)

For Kamari, it's a lot more.... poetic? I wanted potent words and melodious prose, something that feels like a description of the wonders of the world. In essence, more traditional to how a book is written, compared to Anuli being primarily different thought trains on different subjects. (I make a new page for each new thought process Anuli has, and I try to make in flow in events.)

So hopefully they mirror each other.

If I were to change anything?

I use this change now, but I would write a piece of free prose to get comfortable with writing the character before writing any important scenes. It would've saved me a lot of strife if I knew how to write like Anuli before sending faer into trauma town.

2. An Anuli redemption arc.

(for some reason the picture is upside down????)

Yes.

And no.

My exploration of the 'wonders that flavor this weird thing called existence' that I wish to metaphysically explore via PROSE...

is that there (a) isn't a happy ending and (b) you don't have to have a linear character arc to deserve 'happiness' (or just not feeling bad)

I'm going to ramble and unpack this:

So Anuli left faer 'whimsical childhood happiness' because of a mistake fae's made. And that mistake has sat with faer, getting worse and worse and characterizing who fae is and fae can't really escape it.

Fae is a villain. If fae pretends to not be a villain, if fae let's faer guard down, there will be awful feelings and others who feel betrayed and the overwhelming feeling of 'everything I do will betray them in some way and I can never be myself around anyone because they will hate me and regret giving me any love because I have wasted all of it.'

That is faer fear.

Faer want - to go home and tell stories about sunflowers with Kamari and dance in the rain with Kamari and make theories about the wanderers nest with Kamari and live faer entire life at home with Kamari... just... life before fae made faer mistake, before fae broke the tether.

And this. This 'I want to return to the happiness I felt when I was little' is the sort of thing that can get you addicted to trying to fix... yourself in Anuli's case.

If Anuli had a character arc, if fae were to have that linear growth and be a better being who isn't a fallen fairy and has no chance of hurting them or returning poison when they gave faer flowers, then fae could have that happy ending. Anuli faerself is what keeps faer from faer happy ending.

And this is the sort of belief I had when I was... around 13-ish/14-ish.

And it was both wonderous and absolutely horrific.

Because what if you don't do it right? What if you regress? What if you should be happy because they are all happy and they want you to be happy but YOU CAN'T be happy yet, you haven't fixed yourself?

Make plans upon plans upon plans. Don't mess up. You can't get worse. I thought I was getting better. Follow the plan to a T. Agonize over finding the right plan, go on day-long searches looking for that 'one special mcGuffin' that will fix everything wrong with me. BE CONSISTENT. WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING FOR MORE THAN A DAY WITHOUT GETTING EXHAUSTED?!

Also happiness is overrated.

It's just a feeling. Who's to say that feeling numb can't be a 'I am wonderous right now' sort of feeling? Who's to say that feelings matter that much? That I (someone who has a difficult time understanding and categorizing and dealing with their feelings) should agonize over this abstract world I don't know and try to be happy all the time... when the very attempt at being happy all the time is extremely draining. Even a natural happiness will begin to feel strained and sticky if I try to cling to it for longer than it wants to stay.

It's chasing happiness, this abstract feeling that doesn't need to be the benchmark for if you are living a good life, that has you living five years in the future, imagining some fairytale that makes now feel so bland and stark in comparison.

In story terms - you're supposed to enjoy the story, where even the pain has a sort of 'this is a new interesting experience' sort of softness to it. It's okay. Life as it is, is okay. It will cycle and change and regress and grow and that's... wonderous actually.

Not that I'm against change! I just think - for me at least - it's better to let nature grow and change as it will instead of trying to cultivate it and pull out all the weeds that need to be there and want to be there.

Like the Moon! It's the epitome of change. And yet it doesn't keep getting brighter and brighter, it cycles.

So Anuli will feel better about faerself and in general 'spiral upward' but it won't be a redemption arc per se per se.

3. Silliest character?

They are all a little silly? I think? Anuli is overdramatic and has an overall 'dark comedy theater kid' vibe? I think? I'm not good with vibes?

(Also fae makes some references to other shows and media and I don't think anyone has noticed yet? I may make it more obvious.)

Hmmm...

Maidoe? I'm not even sure if fae is still cannon, but fae is a rubber tree that was originally supposed to be the 'competent younger sibling' for Anuli. I still like the idea of a 'really good at navigating and telling the future because STARS' while being really sarcastic with a strong sense of justice sort of character. I may use faer later depending on where Anuli ends up after @imjusthereforeternity

If I include all my characters and not just the ones from the Land of the Fallen Fairies (although the land of the fallen fairies is lightyears more developed than the 'just ideas' for the other stories...)

Probably Teddo.

They are a teddy bear that houses the memories of a dead soul and they fight nightmares because the host has a lot of nightmares.

It's how I learn statistics and quantum mechanics... so it's not that developed because I procrastinate with LotFF.

But yes!

Teddo. Silly and over-the-top and very sarcastic.

4. Favorite Kamari line

... I have a whole scene.

(this post is so looonggg./pos. Thank you for the asks I can INFODUMP)

(I handwrite everything so whenever I post a snippet I have to type it all again so it takes awhile. especially for @imjusthereforeternity because I always write things out by hand before posting as Anuli.)

Oh! And Kamari line as in things fae has said:

"Can you PLEASE for the love of fates stop being so nice to monsters-"

Kamari - "Like you?"

Ankh blinked. "Actually never mind, go back to being Kamari."

---

Kamari has snapped a few times, but fae tries to apologize after. It's rare, only when fae is really upset.

But Anuli remembers.

5. Another houseplant that I haven't considered.

oooohhh. So I have around... I want to say 15-ish houseplants? I usually consider the trees moreso because I have more developed for dryads than pollywiggins.

Anywho, I was considering a money tree before. Since they are five trees that grow so close together that they act as one, I imagine there would be one dryad for the five trees and they would be plural.

Also on the list of trees that I have considered before but aren't cannon now: Mediterranean cypresses (immune to fire and symbolize life/death). Redwoods. (big and wonderous.) Pando (super-big organism that looks like indibe a lavidual trees)

As far as houseplants I haven't considered....

Perhaps a snake plant or a pineapple plant? I have a pineapple plant in my room that's named poke, and that would be fun.

And snake plants do the whole 'plant-filter-y' thing 24/7, so it would be fun to write a character that pretty much never sleeps so they have never missed a moment.

6. Characters as humans.

Oh! I did a picrew/ human AU for this. Kamari was a... we're going to say doctor??? Because in cannon fae has often had to deal with faer own cuts and bruises. Although in cannon fae is also the 'highest ambassador' and has to talk with others for 'negotiations' in other territories? So maybe a lawyer?

Let's do a poll

Human Kamari wanted to be a musician but alas, the more 'respectable jobs'.

Human Anuli would be that theater nerd that would've won the library competitions for 'most books read'... if fae had the confidence to talk to the librarian. Fae is always reading or talking to Kamari about the books fae has read, and is extremely quiet because people at school aren't that nice to the one that gets bored if you aren't talking about stories fae likes and talks too loud and walks too slow and never has the confidence to talk to anyone.

(I'm tired of the whole 'socially isolated homeschooler' because that is not an accurate stereotype and listen... I socially isolated myself at school just fine.)

Kamari & Anuli:

Also also! Kamari does need glasses in cannon. Fae is nearsighted but alas... no glasses when dryads can't make glass.

Also - looking for anyone who is nearsighted and would like to help me out with Kamari not being able to have glasses.

Kamari also has heterochromia, one of faer eyes is green and the other is brown. (We be edgy like that)

Kamari also typically has roots/hair covering half faer face.. since that is how our Magnolia grows - it's right against our house so I don't think the roots would have space to grow in that direction.

SO KAMARI IS EDGY SQUARED.

(in the land of the fallen fairies, green is the most common eye color and is not that remarkable since green is everywhere. Red, Brown, and Yellow are the more rare colors.)

Oh! And in the human AU, I imagine the whole college thing is too scary for Anuli, so fae runs away to the library (as you do) and makes a bunch of reddit and tumblr accounts and ends up becoming friends with the book clubs that come there, so mainly all the elderly people and toddlers.

... Someone write this for me.

...

...

I think that's everything!

Thank you so so much for the asks and all the questions <3 <3

#long post #anuli the dryad #anuli thots #kamari the dryad #the land of the fallen fairies #asks #answered #writeblr #infodump

[comelicute1214-blog]

[EREMIKA AU] A Visited by My-EX

Word count : 2k

Warning! Smut! dirty talk!

Summary : a visit from her ex boyfriend, and they are replaying everything they did three years ago

Eren feel bored, there were no more exciting topics to talk about, he messed up mikasa’s bookshelf.

"Weird girl, always reading that damn romance novels." Eren said, while he throwing some Novels on Mikasa's bed. “aren't there any comics? The best genres are thriller, mystery, murder-”

Mikasa who was reading on her bed made her uncomfortable. "And this damn romance novel is mine Mr. Yeager! And can you please be quiet!"

"Miki.." Eren jumped on Mikasa's bed, his face turned serious.

"Hmm,"

"Your bedroom has changed alot."

"Hmm,"

"Why did you change it? you remember me all the time huh?”

Mikasa's face turned red, but she tried to hide it behind the novel she was reading. Eren's words made her remember what happened 3 years ago. When they were in high school. The first time the two of them touched each other, it was here, in Mikasa's bedroom, when her parents and Mikasa's brother were not at home.

"Not really, you're too confident." Mikasa cleared her throat and she tried to get rid of the blush on her face.

A moment of silence, Eren returned to his face "Hey Miki, have you ever turned on?"

Mikasa frowned.

"Tsk, you don't understand? Horny Miki Horny, you know, when you getting heat in your cunt and wet-." Obviously Eren frontal.

"Never," It's a lie, even though Mikasa has, almost often.

"Liar! any girl who has been touched will definitely be addicted, i dont believe it for 2 years without me, you never turn on." Duh Eren is very sensitive to things like this. Mikasa immediately lowered her novel and immediately looked at her childhood friend a.k.a her ex.

"You– how about you? Have you not?"

"In fact, every man will turn on every morning."

"Then what would you do if you were like that?"

Eren brought his body closer to her. He breathed heavily on Mikasa's neck. "What do you think?" His voice was sensual and it was on purpose by Eren.

"manstruating?" Mikasa replied nervously. For God's sake her heart was racing so fast.

"Exactly. But while imagining you. Imagining when we did that, when you moaned my name, when your body fused with mine, when your lovely boobs pressed against my chest, when your cunt squeezed my warm cock-"

"Shut up!" Mikasa gulped many times when she heard that. Only words but excites intensely, like there's something uncomfortable down there, it's itching. And Mikasa realized just because of Eren's words, she became 'turn on'.

"Why, hmm?" Eren sniffed Mikasa's neck.

"Get away from me!" Mikasa just wanted to get up but Eren held her back, making the girl lie down and Eren moved on top of her.

"Tell me, what do you do when you turn on?"

"Nothing. I didn't do anything!" Mikasa lied again. Of course she does something to satisfy herself.

"Tsk. Just admit it Miki. Did you do it while imagining me too, hm?" his lips turned to Mikasa's ear. Exhale heavily and quickly. Then moved to the intersection of her neck, licked and made some love signs there. Mikasa was really passionate, the stimulation that Eren made was simple but had a great impact. Her body writhed uncomfortably as if she had run out of oxygen.

"Tell me Miki, what are you doing." Honestly Mikasa tried to answer him, but the man kept attacking her sensitive point until she was afraid instead of the answer that came out but instead a moan.

"Stop it stupid emh!" Mikasa's voice sounded like a beautiful melody. Eren stoped for a moment to look at the lovely girl below him. His first girl.

"Yeah," Mikasa cleared her throat for a moment. "I'm imagining you, imagining when yours really hits my deepest inside my pussy." Mikasa rubbed Eren's cock gently.

"When you pinch my nipples hard," Her hand moved to Eren's chest pinching the man's nipple tight, Eren growled stifled.

"When your lips and your fingers touched my slit pussy," Mikasa suddenly kissed Eren, Eren who was surprised at first did not react, but seconds later he was the one who took over the game. Crush, tongue war, even bite.

"Mmhh.." Mikasa moans in kiss while Eren rubbed his cock with Mikasa's pussy which was still both wrapped in pants.

Eren squeezed her plump boobs that bothered his chest. Because Mikasa's hand always reflexively moves when Eren touches it, he decides to hold Mikasa's wrist with his right hand above Mikasa's head. The girl began to move uncomfortably, she ran out of oxygen, swear it.

They gasped for breath as they stopped the passionate kiss.

"You..so beautiful Miki, so fucking beautiful"

Mikasa is a mess, her raven hair is tangled like she just woke up. The top three buttons of her tight shirt had been undone without Mikasa noticing. And moments like this is the best favorite part for him.

"Umm..Eren.."

"Yes?"

"Did you ever have sex with other girls there? When you were in Marley?"

Eren thought for a while, before finally answering, "You think?"

"You must have. You're a so in lust, how could just masturbating can make you satisfied." Mikasa turned her back to Eren, it felt like she hurt her heart with her own words. Her words contradicted her inner voice, of course she didn't want Eren to have sex with anyone other than herself. But could Eren do that? After all he is a man with his hormones on the rise. Mikasa was annoyed with her own speculation.

"Hey, what are you thinking huh?" Eren asked softly while kissing Mikasa's shoulder, and the girl just shook her head slowly in response.

"Mikasa..."

No answer.

"Miki~"

Mikasa was still silent.

"My love, my life, my breath, my world, my sun, my freedom-"

"Shut up, I'm tired."

"Are you angry?" Eren pulled the girl towards him.

Mikasa shook her head again, her eyes closed.

"I never let other girls touch me. I have a lot of girl ‘space’ friends there and also those who seduce me lightly, but you know all i want is you?" Eren explained as he gently stroked her hair. The girl snuggled into his chest.

"Just watch out!" Mikasa muttered softly.

"Hm? What did you say?"

"Just watch out if you dare mess around. I'm going to chop up that your big cock!"

Eren shuddered at Mikasa's words.

"Kiss me.." Mikasa mumbled again. she's really unstable.

Eren happily complied with the girl's wish, he grabbed Mikasa's body to deepen the kiss. Mikasa wrapped her legs and arms around Eren's body and neck. Mikasa enjoys every play of Eren's tongue and his lips.

Eren quickly moved to the core of her body, opened her shorts panties roughly and almost tore them, Eren opened Mikasa's thighs wide. The girl moans again.

"You just want to se-" Before she finished, Eren was already making her moan with pleasure. Mikasa's head pulled up and her hand squeezed Eren's hair which was already messy, hoping that Eren sucked her pussy hard and deep.

"Ah, Eren~." Eren skillfully brushed her pussy lips, his tongue danced under there. Licking the entire part of that lovely pussy, without missing a single part. Every now and then he bites the clit and  Mikasa to moan his name loudly.

"Eunghhh Erennn..." Eren put his finger in her pussy while he’s eating her out. Eren's hand slipped into Mikasa's shirt. Squeezing her boobs hardly, then twisting his favorite nipple.

"Ahhh Eren~ mhhh I ahh–" Damn Eren, Mikasa almost climaxed but she stopped her movement instead. Mikasa took the initiative to play alone but Eren grabbed her hand.

"More, please.." Mikasa said wearily. He really needed Eren right now, needed Eren's touch.

"What did you say baby? What do you want, hm?" Eren played Mikasa's pussy again with his fingers, but it didn't give any pleasure at all because Eren played it very slowly. Mikasa was really frustrated.

"Argh shit! I want this, I want your cock!" Mikasa gripped Eren's cock, not caring about her frontal and vulgar words because she really needed his cock to enter it right now.

"Calm down babe, you'll get it."

Eren unzipped his pants in slow motion, as if to tease her any longer and that irritated Mikasa.

Mikasa suddenly woke up and grabbed Eren's jeans, she opened them impatiently.

"be patience baby, be fucking patient baby"

"Why are you taking so long!" mikasa is frustrated right now.

"Tell me what you want, what you fucking want?"

"You.."

"Liar”

Mikasa pushed Eren so that his body lay down and took a position on top of Eren. Undressing Eren's shirt impatiently.

"I want your cock,"

Eren chuckled as Mikasa naughtily sat on his ready-to-use cock. Eren growled instantly, realizing that now his cocks and her pussy were pressed against each other without a single thread covering them.

"I want this –ahhhh.." They sighed together when Mikasa suddenly put his cock in her cunt. she almost choked on her own saliva. Her pussy was already wet but the pain was still there. Mikasa continued to make the cock enter completely while biting her lower lip holding back the pain.

"Baby are you okay? You know –ahhh your pussy is so tight, so fucking tight." Mikasa didn't answer and continued to endure the pain until the pleasure she had been waiting for came.

"Move .." Mikasa said hoarsely.

The man moved his hips up and down, not long after Mikasa also moved, her hips were in the opposite direction to Eren's movement. Eren's hand grabbed her tight shirt which wasn't fully open yet, unbuttoned the buttons so Mikasa's black bra-covered boobs popped out. he pulled the bra roughly and squeezed her breasts. Mikasa's body jumps even more because Eren accelerates his movement.

"Ren–ahh...mmh" Not caring about the sweat dripping down each other's foreheads, they were engrossed in the hot activity. Eren got up and reversed his position without releasing his cock from Mikasa. She moans loudly as Eren started to stab him deeply.

Tada tada ikiru no wa iya da~

Sekai wa zankoku da soredemo kimi wo aisu yo~

Her phone rang, and Mikasa had absolutely no intention of picking it up.

"Miki, your phone..." Eren said in between his pushes.

"Just leave it..mmhhh."

"What if it was your parents?"

Oh right too.

So Mikasa asked Jongin to stop to pick up the call.

Annie L

Mikasa almost cursed when she saw the name of the person on her phone screen

"Fucking nuisance brat! Let's continue Ren!"

"Who?"

"Annie."

"Just pick up the phone, who knows it's important."

"Oh no. Go on quickly."

"Pick up first."

Mikasa lazily picked up the call.

"What's the problem bitch?"

"Just relax bitch. Are you at home?"

"Yeah! Why-ahh..Shit, stop-ahh" Again Eren did it suddenly, and worse when Mikasa was talking to Annie. she was sure Annie would hear them fucking.

"Hey, You okay?"

"Yeah..mhhh I'm fine. Why you bother me right now?" she swear this is hard. Try to talk normally when someone is bumping you deeply. Mikasa looked at Eren sharply and Eren replied with a smirk.

"Tonight I will stay at your house, Levi asked me."

Shit, come on she's not a 10 year young girl to be accompanied. 

"Okay, okay whatever you say."

Mikasa turned off her phone.

"Fuck you Ren –nghhhh."

The two young people were getting more and more engrossed in the pleasure of making love, Eren pushed faster deeply, and Mikasa moans louder. Damn, Eren has strong stamina.

"What do you think she's up to?"

"You can hear from her voice." Answer the blonde man

Yes, right now, Annie and Armin are standing in front of Ackerman house.

The two people looked at each other then nodded their heads at each other. Their walked into Mikasa's unlocked house. Annie and Armin put their ears on Mikasa's bedroom door.

"Mhh..ahh..Eren...baby..deeper...fasterrr...ahhh"

Annie and Armin both looked at each other.

"Didn't you hear?" Armin asked slowly.

"Yeah. Mikasa call Eren's name..?"

"HEHEHE."

And then Annie broke down the bedroom door.

“CATCH YOU!!!”

"AHHHH"

They were caught red-handed while having a great orgasm.

Thankfully at least they got an orgasm first. Before duo dwarven bothered them!

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#eremika smut au #eremika smut #eren yeager smut #mikasa smut #mikasa ackerman smut #eren jager smut #eren smut #eren x mikasa smut #comeli's writing

[notablytrustableindividual]

Band Rants #2 - Far Caspian

Sorry for the delay for the 0.63 people who care, the last week has been not great, and I've been barely holding on. As I write this, it is 2:53 am on a Saturday, and I'm drinking tap water out of a Nicholas Cage mug in the dark.

Anyways, back to music.

There were several bands in somewhat similar styles I almost wrote about instead. Slaughter Beach, Dog and their transformation from Midwest Emo to Indie Rock to Folk (The reverse Wilco, as I like to call it) or Peach Pit, who did something similar with an odd yet fun discography. In a more pop vein, I also considered Rotel Otis, who I started listening to when they were on the Fresh Finds playlist, and whose ability to pump out fun single after fun single confuses me to this day.

But instead I settled on Far Caspian, a band that is a bit harder to pin down. So what is Far Caspian, and why should you care about them?

First, Far Caspian is an Indie Rock/Pop Project led by Irish multi instrumentalist Joel Johnston, who has released 3 Eps, and a full length Album. Their first Ep, Between Days, cane out in 2018. The Heights followed in 2019, and their first full length Album, Ways To Get Out, dropped in 2021.

I am not mincing words when I say Far Caspian is some of the most relaxing, aesthetically pleasing music I've ever heard. Listening Between Days feels like lying on top of a ridge and staring out, relaxed. It's music that makes everything feel fine, even when it's not.

Of course, I will admit some bias in this. Far Caspian has been comfort music for me for years now. I used to sit in the library of my school during lunch, surrounded by ornate carved bookshelves and wearing a beat to shit pair of headphones, rushing through my 5th period AP Euro homework as Far Caspian played, keeping me from panicking even more. The example of me laying on a ridgeline isn't just metaphor either. I've done it before (I highly recommend it, it's very relaxing)

While the 2018 EP is mostly acoustic, 2019's The Heights branches out a bit. Some synth and piano show up, adding some variety to the instrumentals. Each song on The Heights also feels just that little bit more unique. Of course, I'm biased in this matter. The slightly faster guitar and simple drum line if Conversations lives rent free in my head.

(I can effortlessly sing along to it by the way, it's my second most played song of all time)

Yes, I'm aware this is a bit cursed.

Either way, the Heights contains some of the best sounding guitar lines I've ever heard. It's just unfathomably relaxing to me. Of course, the lyrics and drums are also pretty good. When talking lyrics, I would be stupid to not mention A Dream Of You. (You should listen)(please?)

This song is Far Caspian's most popular, and it earns it. The lyrics live rent free in my head, expressing longing for someone else's presence beautifully. The slow, calm guitars and passive drumline even have a little beat drop in the instrumental breakdown towards the end. It is probably one of my favorite beat drops ever. Even with its slow pace, the song has this way of sucking you in. I enjoy it quite a lot. The melody holds a special place in my heart.

In 2021, Far Caspian released their first full length Album, and it was quite a pivot. It's atmospheric and plodding. The music is still gorgeously composed, but there's a very prevalent sadness throughout. If you've listened to the previous songs I'd recommended listening to and enjoyed them, I can't guarantee you'll enjoy the album as well.

Of course, the album has its high points. For me, the most standout tracks were right at the start and end. House is by far one of the most complex songs Far Caspian has ever made. It starts out with a simpke guitar riff, and builds, until its soothing saxophone, combined with its other myriad instruments make the songs climax just transcendent for me.

Of course, they have one more Ep which came out a few days before I wrote all this. Its similar to the 2021 release in a lot of ways. That being said, the closer on the 4 song ep, Arbitrary Task, just sucks me into a trance. It's noisy, strumming guitars, combined with an omnipresent drum line, whittles at the senses a bit, until the comparative quiet of the bridge snaps you back to reality.

Of course, like every band, they also have a large catalouge of singles.

I'd recommend the alternate version of Conversations (Shocking, I know) and Holding On, which is thier first ever song.

Overall, Far Caspian is a band that can be both gentle, and calming, as well as rough andmelancholic. Whatever sound they have though, they are always heartfelt. They remind me of Turnover and Real Estate in a lot of ways. To quote someone else's review of Real Estate, "This is a band fotlr those who can chill to the max"

Between Days (2018) - 8.4/10

The Heights (2019) - 9.3/10

Ways to Get Out (2021) - 6.5/10

Pet Architect (2023) - 5.5/10

#indie music #my shitty reviews #god this week is going to kill me #their song Sun Room is also pretty good #indie pop #far caspian #Spotify

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violet, snowdrop, lilac, primrose, orchid, daisy, lotus, bluebell, tulip, marigold, poppy, tigerlily, sunflower, lavender, freesia<33

Hi anon! Oooh boy okay, I'll try to hit them all briefly:

violet— do you like to cook or bake? if so, what is it that you like to make?

I WISH I did, in my mind I totally romanticize cooking and baking but I actually just don't enjoy doing it. I want to so bad, I love the idea of myself doing it, but I just don't lol

snowdrop— would you say that you have been in love before?

I have!

lilac— is there anyone you currently miss right now? if so, who?

So many people, like actually most of the people I care about currently live 2+ hours away, which!! Sucks!! And at the top of that list is someone particularly special 💕

primrose— how long does it take for you to get ready for the day what does your routine usually consist of?

AhAAAA recently I have been snoozing my alarm so much that I can get ready and out the door in 10-15 minutes? But IDEALLY I get up at 5:45 and out the door around 6:30. Recently? .......up at 6:25, leaving at 6:40 lmao.

But my morning routine on a work day is to do my skincare and brush my teeth, put on my makeup and decide whether my curls are able to be tamed or if I need to put them in a scrunchie, feed my cats (who have been meowing and weaving in and out of my legs for every step of the process so far), take my meds and eat my yogurt and possibly something else, and then hopefully: leave for work on time lol.

orchid— when you're being extremely quiet, what are you typically thinking of?

Honestly it's usually work lol. I am very often thinking about work. I've been thinking a lot recently about how like,,,my job doesn't need to be my life, but it's something so integral to who I am right now that it's hard to separate what I do from anything else. I can't decide whether it's good or bad-—to feel like my identity is so tied to that. It's something I love and something I'm good at. But i also have to have a life outside of it, and I have to feel okay about myself on the days I don't do my job particularly well. Anyway—that's a long way of answering the question. But yeah, when I'm thinking, it's often work lol

daisy— what is your idea of the perfect date?

Laughter and long talks and my favorite person

lotus— what is your favorite color and in what shade? e.g. sage green, navy blue, ect.

Honestly I don't think I have a favorite color? Because I like them all in different moments! But the other day a coworker told me she noticed I wear a lot of dark green, and that somehow made me like it more?

bluebell— do you have any pets? if so, what are their names?

I do! Two kitties named Melody and Harmony

tulip— do you wear makeup? if so, how do you like to wear/style it?

My makeup is fairly simple, mostly because I never learned how to do anything more than that. But I just do some foundation, mascara and lipgloss most days!

marigold— do you wear any kind of jewelry on a regular basis? if so, what kind?

For work I do—I usually wear the same heart necklace most days, and I switch out my earrings all the time cause I have a couple I like.

poppy— out of the four seasons, which season of the year is your favorite and why?

I normally answer autumn, because I love the leaves and the weather, but also it's a time of getting colder and darker which—right now, just doesn't sound good to me so this time I'll say spring! For warmer days and longer days and things coming back to life.

tigerlily— do you have any favorite quotes from any movies, tv shows, books, or poetry? (or from people in real life)

SO many, but I'll give you whichever one pops up first when I scroll through my faves:

An excerpt from Good Bones by Maggie Smith:

Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.

sunflower— in your opinion, what is the best photo on your phone of? (serious or non-serious answers)

Oh man I have no idea,,,,maybe the one where my cats look like they're kissing lol

lavender— what is currently on your mind (aside from this ask game)?

I have to solidify my thesis topic and do some work but I have had the headache to end all headaches today and I don't want to do itttttt

Also—saw my grandfather today and he's not doing great, so just distantly worrying about him.

freesia— what do you want people to remember you for? (serious or non-serious answers)

I can't think of anything specific other than kindness and laughter <3

(from an ask game I can't find the link to now!)

#asks #ask game