#I dont know this band and have no desire to listen to them ever

[sunshineandlyrics]

What a bunch of ungratefuls!

Imagine getting to play a big music festival and behaving like this?!

Nice to see drama outside the fandom for a change

#Royal blood #people said it was mainly a pop music festival with Lewis Capaldi and Niall as the big draws so maybe check what job youre accepting to play #people dragging them on twitter ia gold #I dont know this band and have no desire to listen to them ever #they both look like d*ckheads #they should be friends with the skinnerbrothers #mine

[blackstarregulus79]

What marauders era modern day favirote songs would be in my opinion.

Regulus - Cigarettes After Sex and mitski (star by mitski end of argument and starry eyes for Cigarettes After Sex. end of argument okay, i an talking wired ear buds tucked into an oversized hoodie with a sketch book as he sketches and water colors. no fucking argument.)

Pandora- AURORA (this one was hard but then i listened to queendom and then the whole Infections of a different kind (part one) album and yes. just yes. picture pandora and regulus sharing a headphone listening to this or like her with air pods in dancing to this sing alone in her room at 3 am with out a fucking care in the world.)

Barty TX2 or Manskin maybe both (hear me out i have posted about the tx2 thing before and i dont have a lot of explanation for that one but like 1/2 of manskins songs are in Italian and i fucking love Italian barty and if you think Barty would scream I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE at the top if his lung your are wrong my friend.)

Evan- arctic Monkeys (i know i have talked about goth evan and yes i do think he would be all over the scene this would be the music at his core he just feels with. example why'd you only call me when you're high is him thinking about barty)

Dorcas- paramore (the intire Riot! album is how i picture dorcas medows like i am picturing her with wired headphones with the volume too high as she dose some cool dorcas shit)

Sirius- canon grey (wolfstar just in genral but specifically in sirius pov -most times- but this is the music sirius would listen when he is sad and just wants to sit in it. and family line? come on, sirus would have it on spiker full volume when working on his motorcycle completely mixing vibes.)

James - ajr or we the kings ( i have reason okay hear me out, for ajr the music is all happy and upbeat but all the muisc is sad when you listen to the words, and that is james potter. he is all happy up front but deep down he struggles in silence never complaing or bating a smile. also sunshine state of mind album from we the kings ahhhhh so james fucking poter core.)

-also for james an honorable mention to miley cyrus-

Lilly - girl in red (i believe in lesbian lilly and fuck it dosent matter if it is for pandalilly or mary lilly or what ever even if you dont take in her relation ship for it i just think it is her whole vibe. like picture lilly in the morning cup of coffee and a scarf with this in the background.)

Peter- lewis capadi (the Broken By Desire To Be Heavenly Sent album also his voice is exactly how i picture how peter would sound. like he would put it on and softly sing the lyrics as he works on a project or something and them sound exactly the same)

Remus- hozir ( this one took a while because ever band i picked started in the 80's and i wanted to pick bands that started post 2005 (i kept coming back to radio head and the smiths but after a while i figured out if pick any of Hozirs songs and i guarantee you can relate it to remus lupin in some way)

marline- billie eilish (therefore i am no question and ad guy fuck she would love it.)

mary- taylor swift (i dont need to argue this one.)

i feel like their re so many marauders bands out their and i missed so many bit these or the big more modern ones for me.

#james x regulus #regulus black #james potter x regulus black #regulus arcturus black #starchaser #james and regulus #james loves regulus #marauders #marauders era #jegulus #dead gay wizards #the maraunders map #dorcas meadowes #marauder era #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #harry potter marauders #dorlene #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood #bartylus

[huipinkhair]

Introverts - Zhang Hao x Reader

Chapter 6 - What’re you so smiley about?

Synopsis - Zhang Hao was made the student council vice president against his will, when all he wanted was to get through high school quietly. He found himself drawn to the shy member of a student-made band, and has been crushing on them for months. He knows he needs to get his shit together before they graduate and go their separate ways, but doesn’t know if he can break out of his shell in time, or even bother at all.

Taglist - @hwangsm1le @zerobaseonefics @mins-fins @kpoprhia @haesunflower @big-uwu-stan @harus-simp @seungminiesgf @cherriegyu

Written part at the end! dont miss it! - 1.1k words

The library bustled with activity as your group occupied a large table, surrounded by a sea of books strewn haphazardly across its surface. Your phone leaned against your bag, serving as a makeshift display for Hui, who sat at his own desk, engrossed in a flurry of typing and clicking. Despite your best efforts, your attention kept wandering, drawn to the mesmerizing hues of oranges and purples adorning the sky outside the window. Keita, ever vigilant, poked you in the side whenever he noticed your lack of focus, a gentle nudge to bring you back to your studies.

"Mmm, sorry," you mumbled apologetically, redirecting your gaze back to the textbook in front of you. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, the words on the page refusing to stick in your mind as you hoped they would. Just then, the library doors swung open, and your eyes darted towards the entrance. A laughing Hanbin strolled in, accompanied by Matthew, Ricky, Seunghwan, and Hao, who trailed behind them. Unable to resist, you found yourself admiring Hao's captivating features once again, especially as he engaged in jovial banter with his friends. Your eyes met briefly, and in a sudden bout of shyness, you quickly averted your gaze towards the table.

"Hey, Hui, did you come across this question last year?" you inquired, reading aloud a problem from the practice paper your teacher had distributed. Hui nodded, and proceeded to explain the most effective approach to arrive at the correct answer. Captivated, you listened intently, jotting down notes as he rambled on.

~~~

The tranquil atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the thud of four boxes landing on your table, startling everyone from their diligent work. "Why do you all look so stressed? Did you miss me?~" Gunwook quipped, sliding into the seat opposite you. With renewed vigor, you and your friends eagerly scrambled to grab some food, seeking a burst of energy after hours of intense studying. Your gaze couldn't help but wander to the adjacent table, occupied by the love of your life and his companions, before returning to the assortment of pizzas in front of you.

Carefully arranging an assortment of slices into one of the boxes, ensuring everyone at your table had their desired portions, you cautiously made your way over to the neighbouring group. Placing the pizza box on their table, you couldn't help but feel a rush of nerves as their collective gazes turned towards you. "Just, um, in case you guys are hungry," you trailed off, your voice barely above a whisper, while your eyes darted downward.

"Y/N! You're so thoughtful, but you really don't have to," Seunghwan smiled warmly at you, gently pushing the box back in your direction. "No, really, it's fine. We weren't going to finish it all anyway," you gestured towards your friends, mustering an awkward smile in response. Hanbin reached over and patted your arm, causing you to jump slightly. You nodded and started to turn away, only to have your hand caught by Hao. Turning back, you noticed him standing up, briefly glancing at Ricky before locking eyes with you.

"Um, can I... can I talk to you?" he stammered, his gaze shifting to your intertwined hands before hastily letting go. A faint pink hue painted his cheeks. "Yeah, sure, c''mere," you replied, guiding him down one of the seemingly endless aisles of books. Both of you leaned against opposite bookcases, Hao's hands buried in his pockets.

"Sorry if I'm taking up too much of your time. I know we all have a lot to get through, but I just wanted to... well, first, I apologize for making things so awkward. I really didn't want to attend that party; Hanbin and Ricky practically dragged me there. But, uh, I have to admit, seeing you there was nice. You looked really pretty, and... um, not that you're not always pretty because you really are... What I wanted to say was..." His words trailed off, and you could feel your face growing warmer, your eyes instinctively glancing down the aisle, hoping to hide the pink hue rising on your cheeks.

Did he... Did he just say he thinks you're pretty..??

Your heart aflutter at the thought. Hao's voice broke through your reverie, his words stumbling out in a nervous rush. "I wanted to know... I mean, if you haven't already made plans with Gunwook or anything, y'know like you usually do, uh, would you... would you like to go to prom with me?" He scratched the back of his head, his gaze shifting upwards to the ceiling.

"Oh, wow... I mean, uh, yeah! Yeah, for sure, definitely, that sounds amazing," you breathed a sigh of relief, meeting his eyes with an elated smile. His hair delicately framed his eyes, that enchanting beauty mark accentuating their allure. His cheeks glowed with a rosy hue, shimmering under the room's lights. His eyes explored your face as well, and in that moment, he bestowed upon you the most genuine smile you had ever seen.

"Really? Okay, cool, great... Hanbin has been discussing it with the teachers, and he thinks it'll be scheduled around two weeks after exams end. But nothing's set in stone yet, so if you change your mind or anything, just let me know," he rambled, visibly more relaxed than ever before. You reached out, placing your hand on his arm and smiling up at him.

"Hao, I promise you, I won't change my mind. But yes, please keep me updated. Anyway, good luck with your studying, and try not to let Matthew distract you too much," you joked, relinquishing your grip on his arm and making your way back to your table.

As you slipped back into your seat, Keita prodded you with curiosity evident in his voice. Holding your water bottle against your flushed cheeks, you attempted to cool down, clearing your throat softly.

"Hao just... Hao just asked me to prom!" you exclaimed in a hushed tone, unable to contain your excitement. "Fucking FINALLY," a response echoed from your phone, prompting everyone at the table to exchange knowing glances and share beaming smiles. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Am I missing something? Why are you all looking at each other like that?" you queried, scanning the faces of each person at your table.

"Nothing, really. Don't worry about it. Hey, could you help me with this question?" Gunwook deflected, sliding his notebook across to you. Your gaze wandered towards the adjacent table, catching sight of Hao receiving pats on the back and excited whispers from his friends. The realization hit you like a lightning bolt.

Holy fuck, you're going to prom with Zhang Hao.

#zerobaseonefics #zb1 zhang hao #huipinkhair #Introverts #zhang hao x reader

[socialtomcat]

DISCLAIMER. the following post will be discussing characters whose canon consists of around 6 hours of comedic musical improv and most of their personalities are based on stuff i made up/projected onto them or decisions the actors made to be humorous taken deadly seriously. hold my hand. look into my eyes. its all going to be okay.

also there will be challengers spoilers

regarding last post the thing about moshe and neal is theyre both kind of canonically pathetic wet cats so its hard to find tension between them personality wise which would result in the kind of tashi/art vs tashi/patrick dynamic. i think the difference is neals refusal to accept help is more out of principle and in many ways a need for independence makes him much more like patrick whereas moshes difficultness stems from his abandonment issues which means as much as he will huff and get upset when ppl try to help him in ways he doesnt like, he is incredibly loyal and will eventually listen to the ppl around him because he craves both guidance and validation. i think the hotel scene would play out very similar but i think moshe would be more explicit about his desire for an ultimatum (not on purpose) while also emphasising how much he wants to stay with her despite knowing she will never truly love him like that

that post about tashis one true love being tennis and how she will always love tennis much more than she will ever love the boys while also knowing they are her only way to have that rings pretty true for kharm too. like as much as she cares for and loves neal and moshe in ways her true love is performance and connecting with her fans. as much as she spends so much effort trying to maintain her cool persona, she wants to be vulnerable but they all love her so much and place her on a pedestal so its difficult. shes also honest in little ways like telling them her dreams and crushes which feel like a big deal to her but the only time she can really truly connect and be seen is performing and putting her feelings into songs and she knows she wouldnt have that without the rest of the band. when theyre singing together, whether its with a live audience or a jam session, for those moments they truly understand each other and it is kind of like theyre in love. or something. i dont remember the actual quote but u get it

anyway this ties back to art/patrick & moshe/neal playing together without realising the vulnerability in it thats been there the whole time. i think moshes style kind of mirrors art in the way of like his verses are sometimes a little clunkier he might get focused on one thing and have to jam it in there, art might be a weaker player than patrick but he has tells in the same way moshe is kind of involuntarily showing his inner psyche when he sings, and they still connect to each other. havent thought this part out much but moshe being the new kid at school and being welcomed by the others vs art being a “late bloomer” and patrick helping him are definitely linked. if i follow this thread any further i will start experiencing vertigo but u get where im going

im not sure if they would get a similar satisfying ending like the movie solely because theyre very prone to messiness and poor communication and as im typing this im realising thats kind of challengers whole thing so idk. maybe theyd work it out. i think moshe does sort of have enough admiration and love for neal that he could accept it but he might also spiral and get upset and do moshe things etc u get it. i am not going to talk about did system moshe but it definitely adds layers to this that could either bring it closer to the events of the movie or complicate things further (in a fun way) but also tbh moshe does that on his own anyway

ummmmm also blair witchproject is there

#long post #idk whether to tag this epic theyre pretty far removed at this point probably i cant even tell anymore #fuck it #every place i cry #pspsppsspsps please anyone talk to me about them #reply post #mrrow

[psychrolutidae]

Restless legs syndrome is prbably my least favorite knee sensation. Heres some childhood stuff that also makes my cpu overclock (reddit rant#2)

r/chronohaul

Man i wish i coud just do an audio message on here but im not doxxing myself im a [probably] autistic highschool girl who gets mass downvoted every few weeks. Anyway ive been thinking 🤔 I've been thinking 😁 idk how the Yakuza works and idc to learn cause thats a little too #real yanno so if I'm off the mark here i dont give a dam. But theres two ways the whole school thing can go: they go to whatever school together and probably don't speak to anyone other than each other (kai out of disgust, sickness etc, hari out of "ok that's what kais doing and i dont really have the desire to do anything else so I'll just follow him around [thats actually a pretty succinct chronostasis character analysis in general]"). i imagine kai would struggle with germs and stuff and hari would stand guard casually outside of broom closets and bathroom stalls while he had breakdowns in there (lost kitten by metric moments! listen to it now When you come undone i cover you uuuuppp) and then kai would just come back out not really looking any better and say Okay lets go.

And the other angle is the two of them confined to the hideout, the youngest in the building so having next to no one to ask for help with questions from the textbooks tht were requested to be procured by pops . This one Low Key makes me insane cause it completely recontextualizes them. Like wdym you two literally only had each other through your entire childhood and now you just say shit like "sorry 4 the wait i was trying to keep our trail clear" "thanks" likw HUH HUH

even the idea of them going to school together does that to me cause i doubt they ever talked to anyone but each other so. A little more socially adapted but still very isolated situation.

This would create The most insane codependency youve ever seen. Literally only having one other person your age who completely understands your living situation would drive you insane. The more i think about them the less likely i feel like it is to ever do deep character analyses on either of them without coming to the conclusion that they Cannot survive without each other. And that's gay as hell.

One more thing. Is the idea that they knew what their roles as adults were going to be. At a certain age they would cease to be friends and become boss and employee. And. They knew thjs the whole time. Allll the training chrono did tk become a marksman was done with the knowledge in mind that he was going to directly serve kai. How do u liveeee with ur best friend knowing ur gonna be directly subordinate to him indefinitely.&."!&!&!"!*!_!&! What did this knowledge do to their baby psyches. (It made them more codependent).

So non e of this stuff about them growing up in the organization together is evr confirmed but like ... if chrono was friends w kai as a child and then joined the shie hassaikai later in life i kinda doubt he would have as much admiration fkr what kai does for ut bc chrono does show a devotion for the SH. Hes like This is 4 the gang!!! And gets stabbed its like that vine with the guy shooting a basketball and saying This one is to end racism and then missing the shot. So to me this is my canon just cause it makes sense. And if it came out that chronos joining the sh was a "quit yr job" "why" "join my emo band" scenario well I'm gonna be really upset

Anyway just to be clear the potential autism isnt the reason i talk weird i just think its funny and Freeing to use weird diction and go off on tangents. The potential autism is definitely the reason i spend half an hour writing these things though. Love you all (no one is reading this) 💖

#p #chronohaul #chronostasis #hari kurono #OVerhaul #kai chisaki #sh

[nightswithkookmin]

also i find it incredibly odd that you think the only was a person can prove their adulthood is by singing about sex like 💀 teens have sex too you know? doesnt make them adults and there’s so many adults that dont have sex are they suddenly kids just because they don’t experience sexual attraction. also bts have tons of innuendos in their songs i dont really think they arent ‘allowed’ to do things. if they have a family friendly image maybe thats their own conscious decision?

Wow... thats what you took away from my post? you really have a simplistic understanding of text i see.

All I said is I want BTS to make mature music and sing about adult stuff like love lust desire. To drift away from the boy band image into a man band. And you are gonna reduce that sentiment into a discussion over sex??

Why though? I don't understand. I think you are more intelligent than this and can do better to strike a debate. This is not something we should be debating over. It's embarrassing.

BTS been sang about sex and I'm one of the people who criticized them for sexually objectifying women and for being exploited as teens. So if its sex I want them to sing about like you say. They've done that already.

"...the only way a person can prove their adulthood is by singing about sex."

I never said that. Sorry. Next.

" Teens have sex too."

Great. Great logic. I will be sure to tell Namjoon that. You make it sound like there's no point in him breaking off of the group in pursuit of this maturity he speaks off because teens can be mature too and he can gain that maturity while still living together with six adult roommates. There's no point in him weaning off at all then. Smh.

And for a man who wrote expensive girl seems he's all bout matured since sex is the only marker of adulthood. Get the fuck outta here.

If you've ever listened to BTS songs beyoung their recent highschool musical permission to dance, they do talk about and have always talked about sex and lust and love in their music.

Like JM says, it was weird when they did those themes as teens but now it feels right. So if even as teens they were doing "adult themed stuff" passing paper to each other, kissing eachother, doing homoerotic stuff from day one- why in God's name would you reduce this discussion of wanting more mature music from them to sex???

Wow. Just. wow.

The lengths you people will go to.

I hear you on what you are saying about sex. But that's not what I mean when I say I want more adult matured lyrics from them.

i want whatever Namjoon feels he has to say but isn't suited for the lyricism of BTS.

I want whatever matured version of Namjoon he is on a quest to find.

No, I do not want a song about how the best is yet to come and how I don't need permission to dance.

A with you is nice and fits into my theme of mature songs. Still with you is great too. Abyss fantastic. I play sweetnight and all Taehyung's playlist before bed. Jimin's playlist is equally a goldmine. In the early mornings you just just need that in the shower, while driving to work. That's maturity.

What that has got to do with sex I don't know but it's just like your kind to take things out of context and hang on random words and make a whole ass debate about it.

I've always advocated for a mature BTS. For them to drift from pop and delve into the recesses of the soul and human experiences which is something they used to do untill they started pandering to mainstream media and trying to go viral than hit.

"If they have a family friendly image thats their decision." Did you listen to Namjoon at all?? What the fuck is this?? Lol

Well if its their decision and they love it so much i don't know what Namjoon's soliloquy in that live was about then. When i say you seem out of touch chilee it's true.

Like Namjoon said, he has no idea what the group stands for now- if everything they did is their choice why he complaining feeling lost??

Never mind that he's pointed out over and over how his lyrics get shoved to the side sometimes and recently very often- their choice... yeaa.... you have no idea what yoi talking about. Like at all. Damn.

Their choice... yet Jungkook said they went with this color when I thought that color was better. Their choice.... yet sometimes the songs they perform are written by someone else entirely.

For someone who claim you have an understanding of that live, the fuck are you actually talking about here??

if their songs are their choices, well then their choices have led them here where some of them are feeling lost and like their suffocating. They have themselves to blame per your logic then cos they've done this to themselves 😴

I don't see the point in your ask.

Sex is not a sign of maturity I agree. But it is a sign of adulthood in many cultures. Teens may not be as mature but they are considered young adults too and are legally allowed to do certain adult stuff including sex if they meet the consenting threshold in a jurisdiction.

I don't think I've ever said or implied that the only way one can prove their adulthood is by singing about sex. That's unnecessarily over generalizing and deliberately reducing my words into absurdity in order to ridicule it. You don't have to do that.

What you are doing is addressing your own understanding of my words and not my words themselves.

[forhope]

   :[ Anonymous asked : What do you think is your MOST unpopular opinion about zexal? ]:

   | I’ve put off answering this question for a while now, almost half a year, because I genuinely dont know how well it will be received.. 

    ( If you dont wish to read it because you’re not sure you’ll like it here’s a secondary unpopular opinion : Yuma’s design looks better when he has his dad’s tan. )

   To rip the band-aid off : I dont like that Yuma is a part of Astral’s soul.

    While may have framed it as a romantic ‘Soulmates’ situation and others have seen it as a close brotherly connection akin to family, for me it just grinds at me because it feels like it Undercuts the Genuine effort of both Yuma and Astral when it came to learning to understand each other and become friends.

   It’s easy to forget later on into the series but these two had to Work Hard to become as close as they are. I’d go as far to say they served as wonderful representation for young kids on how to adapt to their Nerodivergent and neurotypical friends! Yuma has to Listen and Adapt his way of talking and explaining over the course of Almost Twenty Episodes to get to a state where he can communicate with Astral smoothly in a way the envoy understands. Similarly it takes even more episodes for Astral to adapt his methods of explanation and how he goes about helping Yuma. This all takes so long because they have to Learn how to read each other and how to best help each other. It took time, patience and a Willingness to learn and change methods for them to become so inseparable.

   Which is where my problem with the ‘Yuma is Actually part of Astral’ thing came from,,,

   To say that they were ‘Destined to work together’ ‘Fated to form a bond closer then any before’ just feels like it cheapens all the work they did to get there. It feel less like they grew so close out of a beautifully genuine desire to understand and befriend each other and more because ‘Well obviously they’d get along eventually that’s part of his soul right there!’

   This is an issue i have with ‘chosen one’ plots in general, in that they undercut the protagonist’s actual personality and choices in some areas because ‘they’re fated to’

   It makes the story feel less like Yuma was eventually able to form Zexal with Astral because he took Genuine time and Effort to understand and befriend him in a genuine display of compassion and kindheartedness even from someone as stubborn as a 13 year old boy : And turns it into this grand destiny thing that was bound to happen anyway because hes The Special One whos the Only One who could ever form Zexal which-

   I dont like...

   I dont like that their friendship became this destained thing,    I dont like that Zexal went from a metaphor of the wonders that can be created when you learn to understand and befriend those different then you into some prophesized savior.

   I,, dont know perhaps it is just my dislike for prophecy plots,,     But,, yeah, Thats my most Unpopular Opinion.  |

#:[ OBSERVATION 0 | OOC ]:

[rome-splatoon-3-archives]

dumping Rome Splatoon 3 lore i sent in a discord server

*ahEm*

he used to be in the octarian army and actually knew shiver while in there, but when shiver heard the calamari inkantation, they defected shortly afterwards

rome was a lot more hesitant about defecting, he had talked about his desire to explore the outside world to shiver, but he was definitely a lot more iffy on leaving

he grew pretty lonely without them around and was thinking of defecting when a friend of his suggested something to him. she led him to a weird looking phone and explained that the phone was there to help people 'let go of their worries'. very suspicious, but rome was pretty mentally vulnerable at the time so he agreed to go with it

this was back when sanitization was like. in its beta testing phase?? basically it took way longer to spread and needed more testing before becoming more potent. rome agreed to test out the sanitization in small doses

they were injected into the top center of his back, where his shoulders are basically. the scarring now shows the sanitization spreading across his shoulder blades and a little up his neck, which gives him back pain

rome, of course, started to lose his memories and became more aloof. he started forgetting his time in the octarian army completely and had very fuzzy memories of shiver. he didnt even remember their name or face. they still had a note from shiver that was given to him before shiver defected, and it WAS signed with their name, but the name was removed from the letter and rome forgot where the letter even came from. luckily, he still felt a sense of comfort from the letter, so he kept it around

he realized how bad sanitization really was when he met a sanitized octoling. i dont have a name for her, so im just gonna call her sammy. shes not the friend who convinced rome to go with sanitization, shes her own goober

he saw how discombobulated and disorganized sammy was because of the sanitization, and thats when it clicked to him that something was really really messed up about this whole sanitization thing. he had flickers of memories of people in his battalion who were in the sanitization tests, but suddenly disappeared. he realized how weird everything felt while sanitized, and had an epiphany of sorts where he, horrifyingly, noticed that he couldnt recall anything from his past

he very quickly made an escape plan and started to escape, but the 'friend' who convinced him to be sanitized noticed him leaving. they chased him and attacked him as he was booking it, and he ended up getting sanitized on his hands. luckily, he managed to get out and surface at inkopolis. he would mainly live alone on the streets, but befriended a shopkeeper who ran a music store

[editors note: the shopkeeper is a lobster named loberto. super chill and relaxed guy who knows a surprising amount of people, including some famous musicians. he's usually the technician in charge of backing tracks during splatfests and other music shows in inkopolis. he's never been out of the city, though, and has no desire to ever leave]

1 or 2 years pass and hes chilling in the music store with the shopkeeper. he notices a record on the shelves for a band he never heard of called 'deep cut'. it weirdly felt familiar to him. he asked the shopkeep about it and he explained that deep cut was a new idol group in splatsville consisting of big man the big manta, frye the inkling, and shiver the octoling. hearing that while looking at the image of shiver on the album cover unlocked the memory of him knowing shiver

he very very quickly makes plans to go to splatsville to reunite with shiver cuz like!!!! that was his bestie!!!! his bestie who wrote that note to him!!!!!! his bestie who, even when he didnt remember them, he felt sad and missed!!!!!!! the shopkeeper is really excited for Rome, the shopkeep knows of Rome's memory problems and how important remembering things is to him. the shopkeep gave him a, admittedly old-fashioned, phone so Rome could listen to music and keep in touch with the shopkeep, and Rome was off to the splatlands!!!!

rome does reunite with shiver and its very very wholesome, one of the only times shiver actually lets themself cry because like!!!!! bestie is back!!!!! shiver lowkey thought Rome was either still in the army or dead, so them seeing him again is like!!! omg!!!!!!!!!!

thats all the lore i have of him so far. ill probably write more in the future as my splatoon hyperfixation continues

now here, take some cute drawings of the fruits + big man. woe enbies be upon ye

i love their dynamic, its basically just:

they love each other <3333333

#rome splatoon 3 archives #long #oc x canon #shiver x frye x rome #call em the temperature ship #*rotates them around in my brain* im normal about them

[starjxsung]

this is literally just a little rant about the skz thing because i have no one to talk to about it.

for the skz thing that’s going on right now. i probably won’t be listening to the song at least in the near future. (im not sure if i ever will tho tbh) and i dont agree with the collaboration. but i also don’t agree with all the hate they have been receiving.

it’s hard to judge this situation as we all know they are under strict contracts. and as much as we want them to speak out about these issues most people should understand that’s it probably won’t happen for as long as they are under jyp and are following traditional k-pop “guidelines”.

also i’ve seen a lot of people talking about felix apologizing for the coke bottle in his live stream and talking about if he could speak about that why can’t he speak about this. tbh for all we know he could have in big time trouble for that, we honestly don’t know what’s happening behind the scenes. there is also probably a lot of legal shit, that they can’t breach without getting sued.

At the end of the day i’m ignoring the problems at hand, i will be boycotting the song just like i did the coke song and that’s that. but i will continue to support the boy with what they have plan ahead as i’ve always been an advocate of holding you faves accountable while still being able to support.

(idk if any of that made sense i literally was just brainlessly trying the things i have been thinking)

I understand this too. Kpop is so much about contracts and maintaining silence and not taking stances, and it’s a big part of why it SUCKS to be within the sphere of kpop right now. I think I’m personally just annoyed with the silence and it’s inhibiting my desire to support a lot of things right now. Seeing the thousands of people dying and then logging on to see dancing tik toks or the met gala or luxury fashion events. It’s very “let them eat cake” mentality and it just feels so unimportant in the grand scheme of things

I also don’t want to make kpop the sole focus of my activism. Like yeah I’m annoyed of them for not saying anything, but at the end of the day let’s go back to talking about Palestine. Viewing the genocide only through the lens of a kpop boy band feels very narcissistic. I personally won’t be supporting a lot of stuff right now and I know that skz will not lose their relevancy as they’re on such an upward trajectory, but it’s a personal moral decision and anybody else who chooses to do the same is valid in their decision, too.

I see them again in August, but I hope people know I don’t agree with their actions right now. My activism isn’t perfect either but I’m donating and I’m doing what I can and I’m not platforming people I know to be Zionists. It’s free Palestine ALWAYS

#anon <3 #ask

[staliamazing]

tag game <333

this is just for fun as im in bed this morning :)

name: sarah

age: 20

location: australia

and now, think about your childhood and tell me -

did you have a nickname and is it still used? sare is used very often still! not so much sare-bear or anything sickeningly cute like that. i wish people called me sarz still </3

what did you want to be when you'd grow up? a baker for a while. i never had a clear vision i just flitted from random activity to the next hoping something felt long-lasting. still not there :)

your favourite cartoon: my little pony. i had a PHASE. i dont really like cartoons anymore at all though

your favourite TV show: dance academy and doctor who! also i would walk home from the bus every day and immeditaly put on gasp on ABC3 and rip open some arnotts scotch biscuits

your favourite book: i loved every book i ever read but diary of a wimpy kid, enid blyton, mr men anything! i started reading from a very young age (# autism # hyperlexia) and its always been one of my favourite things to do because escapism.

your favourite toy: i have two special plush boys from when i was a mere baby but i also loved la la loopsies, and barbies! i had a big purple bin of toys and some were in a hammock above my bed too.

your favourite thing to eat: i have been a picky eater forever but there was this fucking Fantastic restaurant near us which was a buffet! id get roast veggies, cheese, ice cream, custard and whatever was on offer and id go home sick every time, whoops!

your favourite school subject: all of them. take me back to the youthful desire for knowledge. our eco class was a special fave though where we'd go into the bush and learn about the land and how to care for it.

how did you spend your summers? i don't really remember tbh! going to dads parents, playing on my ipod, making up dances. i hated the summer holidays with a burning passion. school is where its at

did you listen to music? if yes, did you have a favourite band/artist? i listened to whatever mum or my sister listened to which ended up being a lot of aussie artists (ben lee, kasey chambers) and my sister bred my love for the emo trinity somewhat early on also.

and lastly, tell me something you did as a kid that your parents still don't know about: in kindy i faked being sick and went home on PYJAMA DAY (?!?!). i have no clue why but i think it had something to do with not enjoying being out of uniform. again - autism. my poor little goody two shoes heart probably couldn't help but feel like it was doing something wrong

#tag game #this was fun

[oro-e-diamanti]

Quiet Music: Capriccio (Chapter 4)

In collaboration with @bethanysnow whose ask box is always open for questions, comments, and anything else about this story as well!

Catching the small flames of romance, starting to get turned on higher. They have a tour to do, right? Not spend all their time making goo-goo eyes at each other.....unless?

Content | Fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word Count | 8274

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***

"Thomas," Y/n stared down as he entered the bus. "When I gave you my personal number it was meant for emergencies, not you texting me because you forgot what "sempiternal" means in the middle of the night. What were you reading anyway?!"

"Nothing." Thomas looked up at her from where he was sitting, wide eyes, feigning innocence.

Y/n shook her head, not believing the guitarist and his horrible poker face, but not being bothered enough to question him any further either. “Well, next time you have a question like that in the middle of the night, ask google instead.” She gave him a warm smile and a little pat on the head as she passed him by, moving down the hallway of the tour bus.

It had become a routine for her to stop at the stove first, starting the coffee for everyone, then having a look around as she was waiting for it to boil. Damiano was slumped over on a couch, his head in his hand and still half asleep. She wondered how little rest he had gotten last night, after meeting him out on the balcony at 2 am.

Had he stayed awake for hours, like she had? Had he been thinking about her, the way she had been thinking about him? He had flirted quite heavily last night and she wasn’t sure whether to attribute it to his sleepiness, or if he had meant it at all. She wasn’t quite sure what she was hoping for either. He was insanely attractive, and the attention he gave her made her heart beat in ways no other man had managed to do before. But this wasn’t the time or situation to turn into a bundle of nerves because of a boy.

Even if her brain had decided to play fantasies of him storming into her hotel room last night. Demanding to kiss her. Holding her face in his hands. Looking at her with those dark, hazel eyes, like she was the only person in the world. Probably smelling of sleep and cigarettes and all that made him inherently Damiano. She knew the smell well, it had been haunting her all throughout this whole fucking tour. But the fantasies kept coming, imagining him in love with her, even if she never truly believed in it. It was a nice idea, nothing more.

The sharp hiss of the coffee pot pulled her out of his thoughts and woke up Damiano from his half-slumber. Tired eyes trying to make out the source of the noise, smiling slightly when realising that caffeine was coming his way. Y/n quickly moved to get his cup ready, preparing it the way she had already learned he preferred. He readily held out his hand for the beverage, fingers briefly touching. She almost dropped it as sparks ran through her. She wasn’t sure if he had felt the same or simply hid it better. But as soon as the cup was safely in his hands, she turned back around. Back to the stove to take a deep breath and continue her morning routine.

I need to get over myself. This is a job. Getting fluttery over your boss is not gonna help get the job done. Ignore him. He didn’t feel anything. You need to work. Not imagine something that is never gonna happen. It's not gonna happen, Y/n.

She made quick work depositing the other mugs to Victoria and Thomas, before finding Ethan in the very back of the bus. Drum sticks in hands and absentmindedly tapping a beat on the table in front of him.

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, thank you,” he answered, absentmindedly. “Hey, Y/n, does this sound good to you?”

Ethan started to play out a beat, effectively ignoring the cup that had been placed on the table, as she sat down beside him to listen.

“I’m no musician, but it certainly sounds good to my ears!”

Ethan gave her a proud smile, putting his drumsticks to the side for a second to take a sip from his drink. Y/n, grabbed them immediately, beating randomly on the table.

“You know what? I may have to take you up on your offer of teaching me to play. Love how you guys always have stuff around, you’re just constantly thinking about music. I wish I knew how to play," she sighed.

“I can show you a bit of drumming right now, if you’d like?” He offered. “Just a bit of a rhythm on the table right here.”

He moved closer to her, taking her hands in his as she kept holding onto the sticks and tried to get her to play a little, easy beat, but the angle was awkward and her wrist was bent too much to properly tap along.

“Okay, this isn’t working,” he laughed. “Would you mind, um, moving between my legs?”

Y/n could feel another blush coming on. It may be just Ethan, but it IS Ethan and Ethan sure is pretty. She studied his face, unassuming, nothing but a welcoming smile. But she felt odd. She had only been working for this band for a few days, yet she’d already grown closer to them than any other client she had worked with before. Normally she’d do her job, get a quick thank you on the way out, and then just retire somewhere. Do uni work, wait for further instructions. This whole thing was new and as much as she was enjoying it, she wasn’t sure if she was crossing lines she shouldn’t as a personal assistant. Then again, what was the harm in a little lesson? It wasn’t like there was anything else to it. This wasn’t him trying to flirt with her, this was him trying to be a friend. She could do with a friend.

With a quick nod, she moved and sat down on the floor in front of Ethan. Nestling between his legs as he held her hand. Helping her get into position before backing up a little to give her more space. Grabbing her hands again with the sticks to demonstrate how she was supposed to hold and then hit the table. He leaned over her to watch what she was doing. She understood quickly, getting the hang of it and before she knew it Ethan had let go of her hands as she was successfully keeping the rhythm going.

“See? Natural talent,” he laughed behind her.

Neither of them had noticed Damiano walk down the corridor towards them until he stopped in the doorway.

“Ah, Dami! Look what Ethan taught me!” Y/n starts repeating the little rhythm with the biggest smile on her face, proud of herself and what she’d learned in such a short time. Ethan leant back, watching her with a smile.

“Good job, Y/n. Keep going and you might replace Edgar soon,” Damiano said, ducking into the bathroom with a laugh.

Y/n watched him disappear. Her heart fluttered as he left her sight. If he could just not be my boss, that’d be fucking great…

She stood back up to sit next to Ethan on the couch, shaking the thought off. “I see why you like drumming, it’s fun.”

“Thank you, I think so too. You enjoy being our assistant, by the way?” Ethan asked, looking at her inquisitively while finally continuing to drink his coffee.

“Actually, yes. Best job I have ever taken. I know your manager is an absolutely wonderful woman. Didn’t know she planned this position for me originally though, kinda scared me to be honest.”

“Are we scary?”

“No, no. You’re all lovely. You are the biggest group I’ve worked for so far, so there’s that. But…” Y/n moved to sit on her leg now, leaning closer to Ethan, starting to feel more comfortable around him. “You four are indescribably amazing people. My mum would probably call you ‘people after God’s heart’,” she imitated her mother’s Northern accent, making Ethan laugh.

“Shocking, I know, that we’re normal!”

Y/n smacked his chest.

“No! You are far better than anyone- no one on this bus is ‘normal’.”

“Even the driver?”

“Especially the driver.”

***

Damiano hadn’t meant to listen in, but standing behind the slightly closed door of the restroom, he couldn’t help himself, even if it was killing him. Ethan and Y/n would probably be really good for each other… The thought flashed through him. No. It wouldn’t happen. Not under his watch.

Last night had been a blessing and a curse. After finishing his smoke, he had stood out on the balcony for a little longer, imagining the conversations they would have been having if she had stayed out with him. Under the moonlight. Måneskin. Her hair down, she would probably go get another glass of wine. Coming back out to see him.

“What about you, amore mio? Working on more Shakespeare?”

“Yes. Always. I work hard for things I want, you know me. All work no play makes Y/n a happy girl,” she would snicker into her wine glass.

“What if I wanted you. What would I have to do? Never been shy about ... hard… work, either…”

“Why don’t you come and find out, the door is unlocked…”

With a heavy sigh, he moved to the sink to splash some water on his face, raking it through his hair. It was only early in the morning, he didn’t need to unscrew his head just yet. She was just a girl. Just some girl that worked for them. There were so many people on the team, she was simply one of them. But she was also a woman, with wants and needs and desires, and oh, how he would love to attend to every single one of them… Maybe I could be a need for her, for the beautiful woman just one room over. He screamed internally. He was done for.

***

By the time Y/n left Ethan to his coffee, Damiano was back on the couch with a pen and paper, gears visibly turning in his head. He didn’t even look up when she entered. See, just a guy, Y/n thought. Victoria was busy bickering with the driver about wanting to stop at a service station within the next hour. Thomas was scrolling through his phone absent-mindedly.

As soon as Vic had finished her conversation, she walked over to where Y/n was sitting, letting herself drop onto the seat next to her heavily, laying her head on her shoulder. “Y/n I want snacks.”

“I bought snacks, they’re in the cupboard.”

“But, fun snacks! Like you,” the bassist winked.

“As much as I love the compliment, Victoria, I am sure the driver will take us to the next petrol station after hearing your plea.” She kissed the top of the blonde’s head. “You can survive a little longer without sugary snacks.”

Victoria looked up at her with big blue eyes, wrapping her arms around the assistant. “But what if I can’t, Y/n,” she whined, pulling a dramatic pose. “What if I waste away without fun snacks.”

“Vic, love, nothing here will make you die because you haven’t had food. I provided all of you with breakfast - it was your decision to let Thomas eat yours.”

“And I don’t regret a thing!” Thomas shouted from his seat, all three of them breaking out into laughter. Y/n grinned, eyes falling back onto some of the papers in front of her, ready to get back into work. Victoria’s arm looped around Y/n’s as she snuggled into her shoulder with a pitiful sigh.

***

Goddamnit, not her, too.

Damiano had meant to start writing some more, lyrics and words and images flowing through his head in a chaos that needed to be tamed by pen and paper. But as soon as he had sat down Victoria had started moaning about snacks and her little interaction with Y/n had taken up all of the brain space the lyrics should have. His eyes kept focusing on the closeness between the two of them. The way Vic leant her head on Y/n’s shoulder, the way she in turn kissed the bassist’s head. So far he had only considered Ethan to be a concern. But now the thought of Victoria herself meddling was increasingly growing. So she might have had a boyfriend but that had been, what? Years ago? She had said? And the guy had been a dick. What if she’d just given up on men completely, deciding to exclusively date girls from now on? Fuck.

Staring at the way Victoria was now cuddling her, his thoughts ran wild. Was this still friendly? Was the smile she was giving Vic flirty? Maybe she hadn’t been returning his flirtations the way he’d been hoping because it was Vic she was interested in, not him?

Dwelling on these thoughts wasn’t going to help. Jealousy, envy, insecurity… as interesting as they would be as drag names, they weren’t going to solve the issue. Damiano felt stuck. Making heart eyes at a girl who was three feet away while she was none the wiser. Yet it was Victoria latching onto her arm. He wasn’t surprised. She was gorgeous, and funny, and cared about people. And Vic had a lot of good qualities he himself didn’t possess. Maybe it’s the boobs? His brain mused, but he shook it off. That wasn’t it, he was sure of it.

***

Victoria studies Damiano. His face would have been unreadable to anyone else, obviously lost in his thought. But she knew him well enough to understand that the look on his face was one of insecurity and upset. Not necessarily at anything in particular, just upset. Her eyes softened. Raising a brow at the singer. He simply shrugged, shaking his head, then taking the notebook he was carrying everywhere. Opening it up, staring at the words written there, but not adding anything. Yet his eyes never stopped flicking away to everyone else around him, obviously restless. What was up with him? If there was one thing Victoria hated it was one of her friends feeling off and her not being able to do anything about it. But she knew Damiano, and she knew it could be hard to get him to budge if he didn’t want to talk.

As their eyes met once more, she took the chance to mouth at him, “You alright?”

His eyes flashed at Y/n for a split second, he probably hadn’t even noticed it himself, before nodding with a tight-lipped smile, then looking back down at his pages. That was when it finally clicked in Victoria’s mind. It was about her. And from the looks he kept secretly giving her, the problem wasn’t dislike.

***

“SNACKS!” Victoria and Thomas all but yelled as the bus pulled into the parking lot of a little petrol station. The band ran out of the bus, stumbling over each other like a hoard of kindergartners, and Y/n couldn’t help but smirk at their behaviour. Following them in a much more composed manner.

By the time she entered the shop, all four members of the band had dispersed into different corners. Trying to figure out what to buy. Damiano was holding up two chocolate bars, obviously trying to decipher what the difference was with no knowledge of Swedish whatsoever, before shrugging his shoulders and taking both.

Y/n was still in the doorway, grabbing a basket and consulting a little list on her phone. As much as she loved to let them run wild, she would not completely have them overdose on sugar. No matter how much they wanted to. She still felt responsible for their wellbeing, even on their days off. Juice felt like a sensible choice.

Suddenly, she saw a hand appear from behind her, casually taking out some orange juice from her basket. She turned around in surprise, only to be faced with Thomas looking at her with wide eyes, obviously feeling caught.

“No healthy stuff from the petrol station!” He suddenly shouted, grabbing her whole basket now and running away with it.

“Thomas!” She flew after him before she knew what she was doing, almost running over Ethan as she chased the guitarist through the little store. With not much space available, they ended up going round and round one of the shelves, until Thomas unceremoniously crashed into a cooler when he didn’t manage to take a turn in time. Trying to bite back a smile, Y/n walked over, breathlessly asking him if he was alright, as laughter still bubbled out of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Victoria, giggling away, phone pointed towards them.

“Oh no, you’re not putting that on the internet!” Y/n pointed a finger at her in what she hoped was an authoritative gesture, but Victoria wasn’t impressed.

“Too late!” She squealed as she skipped away, out of reach, to pay for whatever she had picked out.

Thomas had gotten back up on his feet in the meantime, contents of the basket still spilled all around him, sporting a pout.

“Stop it with that face,” Y/n scolded, but she couldn’t keep the smile at bay. “Go pick out your favourite snack, you can add it to my basket.”

Thomas happily skipped away as Y/n quickly picked up the mess, then moved to another aisle finding Damiano there. He seemed to be debating over the crisps now, having moved on from the chocolate bars.

She stood to the side, her eyes flashing over him a couple more times than necessary. He was just too pretty. It was simply impossible to look away. Even now, no fancy clothes, no stage makeup, no grand performance, he was mesmerising.

Her brain couldn’t help itself, images and ideas flashing in front of her eyes. Going to a petrol station on road trips with their future kids. Them bouncing around, chasing each other over a candy bar. Her and Damiano trying to get them not to cause a mess, slightly annoyed, but always laughing along with them.

She looked at him again. In a blink, the daydream changed.

It’s past midnight. He’s in the same sweatshirt he’s wearing right now. Her arms wrapped around his torso. Looking up at that beautiful face of his. Him picking up condoms from the health section. Winking at her with that certain glint in his eyes. Smacking her arse on the way to the cashier. Filled with giggles and flirtatious glances and knowing what the night ahead would entail. The anticipation crackling around them.

Oh, to be that girl. The girl he looks at with lustful eyes. The one he wasn't to make a baby with. Not the one to be ashamed of.

***

Damiano had chosen what kind of crisps to buy long ago. He simply was too busy staring back at Y/n, who seemed to be lost in thought. Eyes focused on him, yet apparently not noticing him looking back. He could basically see the gears in her head turning, mouth slightly open, far away in her mind.

Whatever enraptured that beautiful mind of hers… He wanted to know - could he be that very thing someday? Be so involved in her thoughts that it caused her to finally slow down? Get her to relax. He kept daydreaming about the massage he had given her the other day. How she had melted into his touch. He wanted that again. But more. He wanted her sighs and her moans as he worked her body in any way she would let him. Hell, he’d be her personal roadie if she wanted.

Fuck, he was smitten. She was always so strong-willed, so passionate. That night on the balcony had done nothing to help his fantasies. Her teaching him how to dance? Bodies close to each other, breathing the same air… Whatever perfume she used, he wanted to drown in it.

***

Victoria had been on the way back out, snacks acquired, Instagram story uploaded, and ready to head back to the bus for the last two hours of the ride. However, she stopped dead in her tracks when Y/n and Damiano caught her eye. Both of them were staring at the other, yet neither seemed to realise it. Just lost in their own worlds. Vic frowned, not oblivious to the dreamy look on Y/n’s face or the way Damiano’s eyes kept flicking up and down their assistant’s body. Something was definitely going on here and she was determined to find out what exactly it was.

After Y/n had finally moved again, paying for the snacks, Victoria caught up with her outside the shop. Their driver was having a smoke, surely had more than enough time left for a little talk.

“Y/n, wait up,” Vic quickly jogged up to her, taking the shopping bag out of her hand and carrying it into the bus ahead of her.. “Let me help you.”

She was counting on the guys to be staying outside for a little longer, probably lighting up a cigarette each as soon as they were done snack-shopping.

“So…” She started, putting away the snacks alongside Y/n. “Saw you staring at Damiano in there.”

Great, this wasn’t subtle at all, she scowled at herself. Tact had never been her strong suit in these situations. She was far more likely to rush into a conversation, head first, too open, too honest, too soon.

“I- uh- I don’t know what you mean. I was probably just staring off into space.”

Okay, she was getting flustered. Victoria knew she was onto something here, but it wouldn’t be easy to get anything out of Y/n. She was way too professional and… uptight for that. And they didn’t exactly have any red wine on tap to get her to open up.

“You know, there’s no harm in it. He’s a very attractive man,” she said, playfully nudging Y/n’s side. “Pretty sure everyone’s had the hots for him at some point.”

“Well I haven’t, it's very unprofessional.” Y/n stubbornly replied and Victoria almost laughed out loud.

Sure, she hadn’t. That’s why she was staring at him like he was a drink of water in the middle of a desert. Or why she was getting all flustered every time he touched her. Or why she always seemed to gravitate towards him, whatever she was doing. But that wasn’t what Vic was going to say. It wouldn’t get them anywhere. She had learned that much about Y/n.

“All my friends used to have a crush on him in school,” Vic laughed, remembering their beginnings. “They’d just hang out whenever we were rehearsing, making heart eyes at him and complimenting his every move, but he never cared. He never even looked at them, just giving them a polite hello. Never paid them any attention because he was way too focused on the music we were making. He’s always been like that. Music has always come first. It’s why I think it’s so peculiar how interested he is in you.”

If Y/n had been flustered before, she was full-on blushing now, rapidly opening a random cabinet to hide her face, but Victoria had seen. Her eyes got wide, as if she had been struck by lightning.

“He’s not interested in me, don’t be silly. I work for him just as I work for you and we all get along. Nothing is going to happen if that is what you are worried about. I would never jeopardize the tour or our friendship. He doesn’t even see me like that, anyway, so it’s fine. It’s not like I’m his type, and like, I mean-”

“Hey,” Victoria turned more serious now. As much as she enjoyed teasing her new friend, she felt like she needed to let her know that she wasn’t kidding in this case. She put a tentative hand on her shoulder. Having the other turn around to have Y/n face her. “I’m serious though. I know it’s early days, but if you feel something for him? I’m not going to stop you. Neither is anyone else on this tour. He’s a great guy. And I’ll personally punch him if he isn’t. And I think you’re great Y/n. You deserve good things.”

For a second, Victoria could see a flicker of Y/n’s softer side, of her vulnerability. She felt compelled to pull her into a hug, but she feared making her uncomfortable, so instead, she simply pretended she hadn’t seen. Just like she pretended not to hear Y/n’s voice breaking just the tiniest bit when she said, “Thank you.”

***

The old town of Malmö was full of cobblestone, canals, and adorable old houses. When Y/n led them into the restaurant she had reserved for the evening, Damiano made sure to ask for a table by the window, enamoured by what looked to be the main square of the town and the people hurrying along. As he turned back towards the table, he noticed Y/n with a similar look on her face. Chin held up by her hand as she leaned on the table, watching the world pass by outside. A serene smile played on her face and he feared he was mirroring her expression when Victoria kicked his foot from under the table. Giving him a knowing smile and a raised brow. He shook his head, quickly grasping the menu to distract himself.

“Oooh happy hour!” Victoria squealed. “First round of cocktails is on me!”

Damiano almost let out a sigh - knowing fully well that when it came to an evening like this, they would not stop at a round or two. He was to be proven right.

About two hours later, the sun was on the verge of setting. There was a nice buzz going on, dinner eaten, while the drinks kept coming. Thomas was retelling a story Damiano had heard about a hundred times. Excitedly waving his hands around he only just managed to grasp one of the glasses before the guitarist knocked it over. Y/n was listening attentively - the only one out of the bunch to not have heard Thomas’ retelling before. Damiano couldn’t help but notice how her cheeks were slightly flushed, a sure sign that she’d had a drink. He thought she looked adorable. She’d look just as adorable under me. He quickly put the thought away, blaming it on the alcohol he had consumed. Apart from Y/n - who had been responsible enough to switch back and forth between cocktails and water - they were all on the edge of being drunk, laughing too loudly, talking too excitedly, being a little too affectionate.

It’s what he blamed his behaviour on, when he found his foot searching for hers under the table. Giving her just the slightest, playful kick to get her attention. She looked at him immediately, raised eyebrows, obviously wondering if he had touched her by mistake. So this time, he fully smirked, holding eye contact, as he nudged her again. A timid smile appeared on her face and he was convinced that she would be awkward. Pulling back, possibly scolding him any other time. But her slightly intoxicated state seemed to leave her more open to his teasing. He barely believed it when she nudged him back. Maybe we’re actually getting somewhere here.

“Um, excuse me?”

The whole table looked up at once at the timid voice. Only to find two young girls awkwardly and uncomfortable standing next to them, faces as red as tomatoes and eyes wide.

“Are you Måneskin?”

“We are, actually!” Victoria beamed, immediately getting up. “Do you guys want some pictures?”

The girls didn’t seem to manage anything but hectic nods, too excited and overwhelmed. Damiano smiled. It didn’t matter how big they were getting - having people coming up to them to ask for photos, so obviously in love with them. Still made his heart beat like crazy. He’d do anything for the fans.

Quickly, getting up from his chair as well, he pulled the other two along with him, taking a few photos with the two, exchanging some words and thanking them for their support. Looking back at Y/n, he noticed she was getting a bit nervous.

“Guys, we should probably move back to the hotel now,” she said and it was only then that he took a look around and saw the amount of people staring. Talking and pointing phones at them. It was obvious none of them were actual fans - just hoping to get a glimpse of something to put on their social media. Damiano nodded, rounding up the rest of his band and leading them out of the restaurant, ready to call for a taxi as Y/n went to settle the tab and then followed them outside mere seconds later.

“Right let’s get you back to the hotel,” Y/n decided as they finally managed to flag down a taxi. “But don’t worry, the night’s not over yet - bring your swimsuits, I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

***

Y/n was perched on a little tiled bench, laptop with work opened at her side. A bluetooth speaker ready nearby. She’d slipped the girl at the reception a little money and a signed picture of the band, which she had gratefully taken, to make sure they’d have the hotel pool to themselves that night. Y/n was aware that the band tended to really enjoy a nice dip in the water and she was determined she’d get them to let loose and relax a bit before more gigs were coming their way.

She didn’t notice that everyone had arrived until a flash of blond ran past her and jumped into a pool with a massive splash. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Thomas would announce his presence like this. She still flinched for a second. Ethan followed not much later, with Victoria opting for the stairs ‘for hair-related reasons’ and Damiano pushing her in anyways. Following swiftly himself, as she grabbed his hand as she was falling. Y/n shook her head, amused at the four, and turned on some music as she watched them.

She couldn’t help but smile at the way they all acted like little kids on a pool day. But behaviour was one thing - the way they looked was quite another. Water was running down their bodies… okay, one body in particular. She would be lying if she said that Damiano swimming around in nothing but his little shorts wasn’t… well, breathtaking. Tattoos on full display, hair wet, glistening skin. He was smiling, laughing, trying to outswim Thomas. The way his physique moved through the water… He was in formidable shape. What she would give to be manhandled by this man.

Him pinning her to a wall, smirking, looking down at her like he was going to eat her. He rightfully just might. Telling her all the dirty thoughts he had when on stage. Making her look away in a blush, but grabbing her face. Tsk-ing, ‘no, no, no, good girls look at who is speaking to them’.

But no. Work called her name, just loudly enough to pull her out of her fantasy.

***

Opening the laptop, she immediately seemed to get immersed in her work. Damiano watched her with a frown on his face. This was so like her - making sure everyone else got taken care of and was having a good time, only to withdraw and bury her in her work again. He wished she’d take more breaks to just enjoy.

Every now and then she looked away from the screen, watching what everyone else was doing and contently smiling to herself. He couldn’t help imagining her watching over him the same way with their kids. His head was running away with the idea.

Him splashing around with the children. Her watching over them, staying on the sidelines, smiling the way she was now. Making sure everyone was safe and happy. Snacks in hand. Their daughter climbing out of the water, running over to her. The way her eyes would light up, arms open wide, not caring about getting wet as she hugged her. He knew she’d be the most perfect mum, just from looking at her. Nothing had ever been as obvious to him.

A splash of water over his head pulled him out of his thoughts. Apparently, Ethan had caught him staring. He shrugged it off.

“Y/n! Come swim with us!” Victoria called, moving to the edge of the pool. The assistant did nothing but raise a brow at the request, shaking her head.

“You kids go have fun,” she laughed. “I’m fine here, doing a bit of work. Just because you got a day off, doesn’t mean I do too!”

“Ah, you’re no fun, Y/n. One night won’t kill you,” Thomas groaned, diving back under the water.

“Well, I didn’t even bring my swimsuit, so it’s out of the question anyway. Now let me do some work.” She tried to sound strict but the giggle bubbled in her voice anyway, still tiny traces of intoxication in her speech. Damiano grinned at the thought of her still being tipsy, slightly wondering if it’d give him the chance to get her to let her guard down the way she had done the night before.

“Oh, rubbish, you party pooper!” Vic shouted back. “Your underwear will do just fine, it’s not like anyone is here to tell you off.”

Y/n shot a look at Victoria. A blush that definitely wasn’t caused by alcohol crept onto her face.

“I’m alright, you have fun.”

Damiano’s head spun, looking at Y/n sitting on the bench. The sheer idea of her joining them like that? Potentially seeing her undress? He was more than glad the water was hiding the lower half of his body.

“Get over here now or we’re dragging you in!” Thomas threatened, already halfway through heaving himself out of the water.

Oh, no way I’m getting out of the water right now, not like this.

“Oh fine! Fine, fine. If it will make you all stop worrying about me ‘not having fun’,” she laughed.” She rolled her trousers up as she moved to the edge of the pool, kicked off her shoes, and let her legs dangle in the water as she sat down. “Happy?”

“For now,” Vic laughed. “But don’t think you’ll always get out of things this easily!”

“Oh come on guys, leave her be.” Ethan decided to be the voice of reason once again. He swam up to her, hair all piled on top of his head in a bun. “Sorry about them - they don’t know when to quit.”

Y/n giggled at his comment.

“It’s cool, nice seeing everyone have a good time though.” Y/n tilted her head for a moment, looking at Ethan. Slowly she raised a hand to hold his face still, the other hand pulling something out of his hair. “There you go. Can’t have fuzz in those luscious locks of yours!”

A scowl appeared on Damiano’s face. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling like this, but the way she was looking at Ethan right now, that soft touch, made all the fantasies in his head shatter for a moment. Why wasn’t she fixing his hair instead. Fuck, he was being stupid. His attention was drawn away from the pair as a loud squeal escaped Victoria, who was currently being wrestled in the water by Thomas.

“Don’t you dare dunk me!”

Damiano didn’t even have to watch to know what happened next. A second later, a spluttering Vic emerged, a murderous look in her eye as she dunked Thomas in return. Their little fight turned chaotic, ending with the top of her bikini slowly floating away from her.

“Aw Vic, do you always have to be topless?!” Thomas laughed loudly.

“You dick! You untied it!”

Y/n instantly covered her eyes, avoiding Victoria’s half-naked body at all costs, looking down at her lap.

“Um - maybe someone should, uh, give her her top back?” She stammered.

Vic looked at the blushing girl, a smirk growing on her face as she whispered something at Thomas, pointing at Y/n, obviously hatching a plan. She swam up to their friend, gently grabbing her legs under the water.

“You are the only one that seems to mind, amore… Do you not like my tits?” Victoria teased, cocking her head to the side as she tried to catch Y/n’s eyes.

“No! No, I mean- That’s not what I mean. Um… I don’t know - is it just me or is it hot in here?” Y/n was a mess, tripping over her words.

“The only one that’s hot here is you, Y/n,” Thomas grinned, swimming off to retrieve Vic’s top, which he handed to her as he came back. The blonde held it up to her boobs in a fake-clumsy way, big eyes looking up at Y/n.

“Oh, I think I’m going to need your help with this, Y/n. Mind tying me up?”

Y/n looked like she was about to explode, her face once again covered in a deep red. With slightly shaking fingers, she moved forwards as Vic turned her back towards her, fumbling with the strings around her neck and her back to tie them up.

“Thanks, babe, you’re a doll!” Victoria grinned, taking the assistant’s hand and leaving a little kiss on her knuckles. It was the point at which Damiano decided he’d definitely need to protect her from his bandmates. If anything, it was his time to bother Y/n now.

As Damiano swam over, Y/n was still bright red. Her head was still lowered, picking at her nail polish, as she squeaked out a “hi”. You’ve got to put on the charm now, you can do it, he said in his head, hyping himself up as he looked back at her. He didn’t want to bring her into even more of an awkward situation, but his hands were on her legs before he even noticed, slightly stroking along the curve of her calves under the water.

“Don’t mind those fools,” he told her in a voice low enough that they wouldn’t hear. “They’re just trying to rile you up because they like seeing you blush. It is a nice sight, to be fair. Seeing you blush.”

“Well, it’s not like I have control over that. Um. Y-you look cool… I mean - good. You know? … fucking hell.” She buried her face in her hands, stifling a flustered chuckle. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I apologise, I will just hide now, forever.”

Yet, the smile on her face hadn’t left since Damiano had arrived. She bit her lip nervously, looking at the singer. Staring at him, maybe trying to figure out what his intentions were. He wished he knew. “Your, uh… eyes… they’re pretty.”

“Don’t even think about ever hiding that face from me, yeah?” He pulled her hands back down as she once again attempted to cover herself. He briefly forgot his hands were wet, until she giggled and patted her own dry on her shirt as he let go. “Your eyes are really pretty too, Y/n, so don’t deprive me of them.”

She blinked a couple of times, taken aback by what he had said. “Alright, I can do that.” She barely noticed they were holding hands. Rubbing her thumb over his skin softly, keeping herself grounded in place by the heat his body gave off under the water. “You just gotta step in when they start taking the piss again, yeah?”

He moved in closer now, only letting go of her hands to grasp onto her thighs, trying to keep himself above water. He was desperate to move between her legs, but he wasn’t going to ruin the moment by taking it too far. Not yet. “Of course. But amore mio, what if I wanted to, uh, ‘take the piss’?”

She smirked. “Oh! Then that’s fine.”

Damiano was sure his heart wasn’t even beating anymore, it was fluttering. There was something about her… every time he watched her, talked to her, he felt like he was looking at her for the first time. Finding a new side to her. He wanted more, constantly craving to get closer, and in moments like these. When she let him in just a little bit, made him feel like he was just one small step above the others, he felt like it was all going to be worth it. The slow way he was working himself into her heart.

“Y/N HAS A TATTOO ON HER ANKLE!” Thomas suddenly shouted, popping out of the water and pointing at the assistant. Damiano was pushed out of the way by Victoria, who grabbed Y/n’s leg. Hoisting it up in the air, turning it to show her ankle. A black outlined hand giving the middle finger with long black nails stared back at the band.

“That is really pretty,” Ethan said softly, but Victoria scoffed

“Pretty? It’s fucking cool! See,” she turned back to Y/n, “you are rock ‘n’ roll!”

Damiano stared at the little drawing on her leg, fascinated to have found yet another side to her he hadn’t seen coming. He wondered if she would let him tattoo her one day, letting him grab her leg, smoothing over the skin, putting that kind of trust in him. He was determined to find out, sooner or later.

“I mean... you think you’re the only ones with tattoos?” Y/n smirked, almost in a cocky way. It was a good look on her. “That one hurt like a bitch-”

“That one?” Damiano threw in. “Does that mean there’s more?”

Looking over at him, she simply smiled, shaking her head. “Anyway, it’s late, we should be going to bed soon. I know - I’m not trying to parent you, but somebody’s gotta be responsible here!” She stood up, fixing her trousers, putting her shoes back on, and grabbing towels to pass around. “Come on, out of the pool. Comply and I will get you something special with your coffee tomorrow!”

***

After everyone had retired to their rooms, Victoria decided she needed another talk. Moving along the hotel corridor, she stopped in front of Damiano’s door, softly knocking. He opened hastily, his face dropping ever so slightly as he saw her.

“Not who you were expecting?” She asked with a smirk as she pushed past him into the room. She was glad they’d all gotten their own rooms for the night and didn’t have to share - no need to involve Ethan or Thomas in the little conversation she was aiming to have with Damiano. Victoria dropped down onto the bed, kicking her shoes off and getting comfortable, as the singer followed.

“What can I do for you?” Damiano asked, shutting the door behind her.

“How about explaining why you were all over Y/n in the pool?” A grin spread on her face. She knew she’d have to be much less careful with Damiano than she had been in the conversation with Y/n, but still needed him to know this was good-natured teasing. “Pretty touchy, if you ask me.”

“Well, we were talking. Don’t need to tell you everything I do.” He flopped onto the bed, grabbing a pillow to smother his face into. “Why?”

“Yes you do, I’m one of your best friends!” She didn’t hesitate in grabbing the second pillow to whack him over the head, before putting it back behind herself to lean against. “Just interested to know what you think of her. You know, because I’m your friend and I care. And I’m nosey, so spill.”

He started groaning into the pillow.

“If I told you I think I like her, would you shut up about it?” He turned his head to the side to look at the blonde. “I don’t know, Vic, she walked into our lives and…” His eyes grew distant as he thought about her.

“Wait, you actually like like her? I was thinking you were just attracted, you know the thrill of the chase and all that. Fuck, Damiano!” Her smile came back tenfold. “I love this!”

He shot up from his lying position. “No! No, you don’t love this! I don’t love this! I have no fucking clue what I’m doing! She is so sweet and kind and sensitive and I can’t stop thinking about her, it’s turning me into a brain-dead zombie. I could never actually win her over, I fuck up so much and- … I talk too much don’t I?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so flustered!” Victoria remarked in amazement. “You’re actually, properly, crushing on her! You should tell her.” She almost added if only for my amusement but decided against it. This was obviously tormenting him already, no need for her to rub it in.

“I’m not gonna tell her shit! She’s our assistant, for god’s sake. I already could be in so much trouble if she took something I said wrong. I could fall flat on my face and- … Vic, I know that you care and you want me to be happy. Which I love and appreciate. We are best friends, we really are. I would do the same thing if you had a crush on someone, but I just don’t know what to do,” he moans, falling back onto the bed. “I haven’t been like this since school.”

Victoria patted his head in sympathy as he buried his face back into the pillow. She wasn’t quite sure what to advise him in this situation. Sure, she would love to see her friend happy. And there was definitely something cooking under the surface of Y/n’s feelings. And, honestly, the thought of the two of them together? She was basically swooning at the thought. But she also knew it wasn’t her place to meddle. Right?

“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I don’t wanna scare her away.” He looked at Victoria with pleading eyes. “Has she talked to you at all? Have you picked up anything from her? Any hints?”

A sigh escaped her lips, but she knew she couldn’t help but give him at least a little push in what she hoped was the right direction. “Look, Damiano. I’m not gonna pretend like I didn’t notice she fancies you. Honestly, no surprise there. But I think we both know she’s not exactly the type to jump right into bed with someone. So take it slow. Show her you care. Woo her.”

“Woo her?! Like an old Italiano romance? I can do that… I think. Okay, what does she like… Y/n, what does she- She doesn’t really talk about herself that much, does she..” Victoria could see the gears turning in his head. “This was so much easier when I wasn’t invested… Why do I have to be invested, Vic?”

He looked at her with dopey eyes, before jumping up and pacing around the room. “Argh! She is making me go insane! I tried writing lyrics, but nothing is working. I just can’t focus when she’s around. She gets this look, especially when talking about her work and language.. At the pool, did you see how she looked at me?”

“You’ve written lyrics?! Now, you really got it bad, my friend,” Victoria shook her head in amusement. “But yes, I did. I told you, she’s interested. Can’t tell you how deep that runs, I’ve only known her for a few days myself and she is working for us, no way to ignore that. So maybe take a step back until you figure this out?”

“Yeah, you’re right. She works for us. That’s… that’s a giant, neon ‘no’.” He stopped walking, looking out of the window. “I need to cool it, don’t I? We’re on tour. What am I doing! We have fans and people who are looking forward to seeing us. We have gigs to play! Fuck.” He sighed, staring off into the distance. “We should probably sleep. No long drive tomorrow, but lots of interviews, right?”

“Don’t get in over your head about this,” she put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She hadn’t expected this kind of outburst when she had knocked on his door earlier. “It’s the first week of tour. You got three more of seeing her literally every day. Concentrate on the job, then on her, yeah? Now let’s get some sleep. And I mean it - no pondering and smoking all through the night, you gotta rest!”

“You’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking. Thank you.” He pulled Victoria into a hug. “Thank god you’re here. Wouldn’t know what to do. Goodnight.”

She gave him a little wave as she left his room, only just hearing him mumble, “I have music to perform…”

***

As the night grew to a close, Y/n found herself in her own room, snuggling into a pillow. Glad that the next day would leave less free time. Drive to Copenhagen. Get everyone settled it. Maneuver them from interview to interview, although this time around Victoria would be a great help since she knew Danish. Then off to soundcheck, light dinner, the gig, sleep. No time to get lost in silly daydreams for once.

Yet, as sleep slowly crept up on her, she couldn’t help one last thought entering her mind.

I wonder if he is thinking of me.

#maneskin fiction #damiano david fiction #damiano david imagine #damiano david x you #damiano david x reader #maneskin imagine #maneskin x you #fluff #maneskin x reader #mywriting #bethanysnow #quiet music

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nana rewatch notes- episode 9

happy halloween!! :) lucky for us, this happens to be one of my favorite eps

-when hachi flirts with men she treats it as a fun little activity. having a crush is just something to do for funsies. it’s funny how everytime someone makes a comment about how it's weird that she’s flirting with her boss she just...literally doesnt process it lol

- if you think about it, hachi+shoji haven’t spent that much time dating while in close contact. right around when they got together after being friends for a while, they spent a year in a long distance relationship. the second hachi moves to tokyo all sorts of problems arise.

-i’ve said this before, but again, we don’t really know what hachi and shoji liked about each other. not much has changed since when they first met. which is weird.

- also why does hachi continue to find herself in relationships that require/offer minimal contact, hm? Why is she so good at romanticizing them? (this is rhetorical i know why)

- oh i cannot listen to hachi say “but i hardly get the feeling i’ve grasped anything in these hands” AND LOOK THE OTHER WAY

GODDDODOAD LESBIAN

- she’s realizing she wants more. or that she isn’t happy with what she has. but she’s finally achieved her goal from high school: she lives in tokyo with her boyfriend. these were never about her as a person though, so even though she has what she wanted, she feels empty.

- this whole monologue is really good. she talks about how everything has worked out for her, but something is missing. “what do i want?”, “am i asking for too much?”

-it really makes you wonder what made hachi hold these things up in such high regards in the first place. I dont think even she knows.

- she was filled with doubt while thinking about shoji but after spending time with nana she is reassured that everything is just peachy lol

- “it’s always fun when i’m with nana”, “i guess this is what they mean when people say “you just click”

it’s honestly ludicrous the way hachi is always chasing after love+failing; while also perfectly describing it anytime she’s thinking about nana.

-nana makes a table to fit at the center of the window. This makes it harder for nana to stand at the center of shots, but thats okay because now she shares it with hachi :)

-YOU ARE GAY

-omg pls be nobu

- pissing and crying and throwing up…actually laughed so hard at this lol. i love them…

- “you’ll make a great wife” of course nobu would say that 💀

- i love that hachi is just watching nobu and nana be the dysfunctional siblings they are in bewilderment

- look at them

-so we know that nana has the desire to be prioritized, but has too much pride to ever outright ask for it. i’d also say that she’s SCARED to ask. she doesn’t expect it to last. nobu coming all the way to tokyo for her, while it moves her in some way, she’s afraid/doesn’t want to accept his gesture. that’s not to mention that nobu’s family owns a pretentious inn. one that that his family wants him to take over, and this is something nana emphasizes. nobu could turn his back on nana anytime he wanted. in nana’s eyes there’s nothing stopping him. but there is…nobu’s own wants+agency- and he wants to be in a band with nana. over and over in the series nobu reminds us that he will always chose nana.

-“i know you’d prefer a band to going solo” yasu once again having a good grasp on nana’s feelings. he says this because he understands nana, unlike nobu who thinks this as well- but it’s based in assumption and expectation.

-interesting that nobu is the one who understands nana the least out of him, yasu, and ren. and yet is the one seemingly the most flexible and willing to help nana.

THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCENES

-the table is no longer in the way of nana standing in the center now that she stands on top of it to sing. she is the literal center of hachi’s view+attention (and using the table as a pedestal to boot)

-i want that fucking jacket

- now hachi is ALSO in the center of this shot as we watch nana’s performance through her eyes FUCKJLSDFBIAF IM OBSESSED WITH THIS SCENE ITS LITERALLY A MASTERPIECE GOODBYE

- okay one last thing: nobu being there on the side during this scene is also indicative of the future dynamic he’ll end up having with the two of them LMAO

-ep 9 of nana saved my life actually

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#nana #ai yazawa #episode 9 #went from no screenshots to TOO MANY screenshots lmao

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Thoughts on Lind-z Way? I always liked MCR but was never in their fandom I guess and recently unearthed some info I’d rather not know. I don’t remember if you commented on that stuff or not, sorry if this is repetitive

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i mean as a fan of pete wentz i have no desire to come for anyone elses fave in bandom or start any shit as im fully aware he sucks, im just enjoying my tumblrina twilight years. i think why people dont like her is totally valid as shes done awful stuff and i dont particularly like her either. 

but the prevailing bandom narrative that gerard is held hostage by his evil bitch wife is just so silly and delusional and misogynistic. i know lindsay has done some other stuff like racefaking but jimmy and gerard were really good friends for years and still collaborating as of 2020. obviously the lawsuit happened after that. im a huge fan of gerard and mcr but lindsay and gerard have been married for 15 years and she is the mother of his child. its not like gerard doesnt know about that band or doesnt want to be in a relationship with her. theres always people starting baseless rumors he hates her or theyre secretly divorced and hes living in tennessee to maintain that level of cognitive dissonance.

i do have to respect how cool and professional mcr are though, i think thats prevented them from any major scandals like ever. i still listen to msi but im an adult so i also listen to the sex pistols and guns n roses and pink floyd and led zeppelin and cancelled burger bands

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Family-The Mandrake x reader (Earwig and the Witch)

Summary:Bela Yaga is your older sister meaning you are also a witch. Unlike her and the Mandrake you are bubbly and always speak what's on your mind. The day comes when youand The Mandrake go out to adopt a child to help your sister out and your own problems. (Can someone else please write some fics on this movie?! i’ve been simping for the characters in this film mostly the mandrake so yes this is a reader insert x him. please enjoy!)

The day was bright and shiny today! Just as I expected it was going to be, I've had this day marked on my calender for days now and the day has come, we're to go to the orphanage nearby and adopt a boy or girl.

My sister wants me to do it for her since she claims to be busy and doesn't want to waste her time on picking a child out, so its my job to do it for her.

I was against her since she only wants to have a child around to help out with the chores since Bela and I are always busy with some orders from new and old customers of ours. I got dressed up nicely and stood by the door while I watched my sister cook up another love potion.

"Dont take long, just adopt a beast and hurry back home." Bela warns me and sends me a glare when I meet her eyes.

I frown at her since she's never changed her attitude. "Alright alright." I absentmindedly tell her and walk outside and meet up with the Mamdrake. I was to go alone but Bela warned him to go with me, in case I'd do something dumb. Her words not mine.

I rarely go out now so this is a nice. We quickly arrived and I knocked on the door, one of the ladies seemed surprise by our odd appearances, maybe it's my unnatural colored hair?

"Hello! We're here to meet and adopt a child." I announce with a smile on my face and she turns to looks at me when she lets us in.

"Oh! We'll you're just in time, many couples are already in getting to know some children, between what ages are you interested?"

We follow the lady around and see some adults talking to smaller kids and some carrying a baby. "Not too young, maybe between nine and twelve."

"I think we have the perfect children for you, pardon me for asking but are you two married?" She asks turning to face us.

I feel my face turning pink and I nod my head and reach over and hugged my husband's arm, he seemed bored already and wanted to go back home. "Yup! We've been married for about three years, so we're excited to adopt."

I feel the air change now to heavy and dense and i hear my husband growling but i ignore his annoyance and keep holding him.

That wasn't entirely false. The Mandrake and I are indeed married, we've been through a lot and I want to make him happy, after what Red did I want to make him a better person.

I know I won't ever replace her but it feels like he just won't forget about her. We've been having more arguments lately and I feel like our relationship is crumbling down. We were all in a band together and Red and him always had a special relationship that he just can't seem to push away.

It hurts that I'll never be like her.

The band didn't last long when I had joined. I had replaced Red as vocalist and things didn't go as planned and we quickly ended the band and ended up doing our own things.

Bela Yaga my sister only dedicates her time on selling potions. My husband is an author. And I am a painter, I have decided to use less magic and do what I desire to paint, my paintings have sold well and I paint different things depending on my mood.

I let go of my husband's arm and follow the lady and the one in charge of the orphanage. She lines up the older children here and gives us a brief story to them.

I look around and my eyes focus on a girl with tiny pigtails sticking up almost like devil horns who's doing an odd face. I giggle to myself and can already see some of her in me.

"They're so innocent and cute, can't we adopt them all?" I turn to look up at my husband who isn't exactly paying attention to me. I pout and turn back around and listen to the blonde lady introduce Erica to me.

I blindly reach my hand back and grabbed onto the Mandrakes's purple jacket and I pull him closer to me. "This is the one. Can we please adopt her? You know how much I've always wanted children, you and I can finally become parents." I tease but he didn't having any of it.

He frowns and looks away from me and I can see him holding onto his anger and annoyance. It's so hard to read him most of the times, considering he always wears those same glasses.

I sigh to myself and forced a smile and turned at the ladies. "We'll adopt, Erica-"

"No! I'm not going." The girl quickly replied in anger. "I dont want to leave here or Custard." I state silent and continued listening to the girl argue with the elder women.

I don't know what it feels to be an orphan but I know this is hard for her. She's used to living here and not with strangers, still I won't let my sister abuse her like she did with Red. Even if I felt jealous toward her,my sister had no right to treat her the way she did.

"We're so sorry. Please follow me to sign some papers." We both followed out and signed the paperwork in her office and we were now waiting outside for Erica.

I was feeling happy inside. I'm adopting a child. "Aren't you happy about this?" I look up to my husband and see him getting impatient.

"I know i am..hmm maybe a kiss could help?" I reach up to grab his jacket and force him to lean down to kiss me, I stand on my toes but began to struggle when he tried pushing me away so I wouldn't do what I wanted.

The door to the entrance opened and we both pulled apart and looks back at Erica and her friends gloomly looking at her.

"Say goodbye to your friend, Erica." I tell the girl since I noticed the small blonde boy sadly looking at her.

Erica hugged and began walking past me. I felt bad for the boy. I bowed my head and waved at them all goodbye, "Thank you for your time. I promise I'll be back and bring Erica to visit her friends." I warmly told them and began to hurry up to keep up with my husband who was walking away.

I heard everyone say their goodbyes and we were off. I glanced every now and then, making sure the young girl is following us. I saw her struggling with her luggage and I turn to my husband who didn't say anything or looked at her. I hummed in disapprovement and decided to help Erica out myself.

"Welcome to your new home." I announce when we entered the house. My husband went away leaving me with Erica and my sister now.

Bela told the young girl that we are witches and the girl didn't even seemed surprised, she wants Bela to reach her magic. I know she wont but i wish i could but we're always busy here dealing the customers and their orders.

***********

It's been a day and Erica was so tired from working. I decided to cook today something nice for her, well cook something nice for everyone. I finished making some French toast, with bacon,eggs, orange juice and pancakes. I heard some movement from behind me while I was finishing up my cooking.

"I do hope you like this, it's one of your favorites.." I stopped talking and realised my husband was already eating, it's those things again! He ordered food from another place.

"Oh...I guess I'll save more for Erica and my sister." I cheerfully said trying to his on how hurt I was that he doesn't enjoy my cooking anymore.

I called Erica and the little girl came with Bela behind her with an annoyed expression. Do they both don't like her?

It was just me and her now since Bela went to making more potions and the Mandrake went to his usual work. "Is he really your husband? The Mandrake? He doesn't seem like the type to get married." Erica suddenly asked.

"I dont go into much detail because you are still young,but yes we at having problems-"

"Why don't you give him some chocolates! Or bake him a cake. Whenever Custard felt upset if go into the kitchen and sneak out some cake and give some to him, that always worked." Erica said as she absentmindedly stroked Thomas's head.

He does like sweet things. "Alright I'll do it, I'll make sure to leave you a piece. Now go before Bela takes her anger out on you again." Erica jumped from her seat and hurried out to the other room.

I felt too tired to clean plates. I snapped my fingers and watched as the plates hovered up in the air and into the sink, beginning to wash themselves. I reached into the fridge grabbing some eggs and the other necessary ingredients for the chocolate cake. I began to mix them all together and waited patiently for it to cook. In the meantime I began cleaning the house up and planting up more flowers.

I saw the time and headed back in and decorated the cake nicely and cut it into several pieces. I reached my hand over to the potion next to the rest of the ingredients, a love potion.

No, I shouldn't use it. He'll notice it anyway and I'll be in more trouble.

I first went in and handed a piece to my sister and Erica. I took a deep breathe and made the handle to his room appear and I opened the door without his permission and entered.

He immediately stopped playing when I stepped in. "I've told you many time that I don't like to be disturbed when I'm busy." I glared at his back but went ahead and offered him my dessert.

"I baked your favorite." Is what I said to him. He glanced at it and looked away. "Not hungry." He continued to play. That's it. I dropped the tray and glared at him again.

"Why are you acting like this? I've done nothing but support you through your miserable and repetitive books and everyday life. I've been thinking about it..maybe we should stop seeing each other. I won't ever be like her and you know it, it's been many years since she left and I fear that you still love her. I'm not sorry for who I am but I am sorry that you keep living in the past."

Does he hate me because of I am not being capable of having children? That must be it. One of the many reasons. I angrily stepped out of his room and headed into mine,quickly I began packing my bags and I called Erica and apologized to her that I am leaving.

"I'll come and visit soon. Please don't anger any of them,Thomas will protect you." I hugged Erica and patted Thomas's head before I left.

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"Thank you so much. I really love you painting, everyone who comes into the living room has asked me who the artist is." I smiled to myself qhile listening to my customer praise my work through the phone as I listened closely.

"I would love to make another painting for you soon, thank you so much for being number one customer."

"Anytime my dear! Christmas is tomorrow, you're invited for dinner if you seen busy." The older lady said. She's always been so nice to me.

I looked outside the window and noticed it was still snowing. "I'll consider it. Thank you again." We ended the call and I went back to my room and got ready to paint another canvas when I heard knocking. It must be the neighbors again asking for more bread.

It's finally December which means I've been living on my own for a couple of months now and everything has going all for me,maybe even better than before.

Many new customers have been calling me to ask for a painting so I've made plenty of money. I still haven't seen Erica but I have been sending her presents. I glare at the small creature by the window hanging upside down and groan when the knocking continues.

I put my supplies down and head over and and angrily opened the door, "What now?" I see Erica was the one knocking with my still husband behind her.

I frown at him and look down at Erica. "Merry Christmas, (Y/N)!" The girl holds up a small present and hands it to me. I hold it and furrow my eyebrows.

"I did it myself and this is another one!" She looks back and pulls on my husband's coat. I open hers and see a small necklace made out of something from Bela's workshop.

"This is very lovely thank you, Erica." I am about to hug her when someone held up a bunch of flowers, a bouquet of my favorite flowers. I blink a couple of times and look back at my husband looking away, embarrassed it seems since he's blushing a bit.

"The girl told me this was the best way to apologize." He tells me. I take the bouquet and can't even remember when was the last time he gave me flowers.

Erica leans closer and hugs me tight. "Would you like to join us for dinner tonight?! I helped with the cooking." She points out and winks. "We'll have a lot of fun, Custard will be there too."

I look between them and reached over my coat and got dressed up. "I would love to." I reach out and grabbed my husband's hand, surprisingly he didn't pull back like he would normally do. Erica  excitedly jumped up and down and grabbed my other hand and began pulling me with her.

Maybe we can give our relationship another try, hopefully this time everyone will be okay for us.

#earwig and the witch #earwig and the witch fanfic #earwig's mother #the mandrake #ghibli movie #studio ghibli #the mandrake x reader #witch family #earwig #erica wig #earwig and the witch x reader #bella yaga #witch #goro miyazaki

[randombubblegum]

what do you think he did wrong with gh?

i think there were a lot of things that went wrong this era, some his fault, some just unavoidable pandemic stuff...... (long)

firstly it was a stupid, boneheaded move to leave hopeless for 300. i said so the day it happened, im saying so now. honestly the choice to forcibly distance himself from the “pop punk” label AT ALL was a bad move!! i understand he doesnt like it and i agree with him that parx music isnt pop punk. however their literal ENTIRE BASE is pop punk/emo/alt fans!!!! how many fans do you think parx has that didnt get into them from another emo band or doesnt also like other emo bands??? very few. and have you noticed a huge lack or press/magazine coverage this era??? huh its almost like their biggest friends in the journalism world were ALT MUSIC MAGS like ap, kerrang, rocksound, etc.... hopeless being an alt label it was rly easy to score those features!!! now its harder!!!!! 300 isnt promoing them at all and hopeless put them in times square!!!

also 300 is just a nightmare of a label, a fact that is easily googleable (and that we googled on like. day 1) just look at the merch rollouts this era hoooly jesus.... and their idea of “promo” is to buy instagram ads and? stories on random ppls pages?? like “dm for promo” type stuff??? that being said the way awsten is publicly beefing w them WHILE SIGNED and encouraging fans to harass them is like sooo childish and unprofessional its insane...... how did u not learn ur lesson when equal vision took dd and ent from u..... grow up dude.....

also for him hyping up the aesthetics of this era as better than all other eras theyre really.... not all that..... awstens always been rly good with cultivating aesthetics so to see him drop the ball like this is a bummer :( the music videos are cookie cutter no budget lip syncing vids, merch is the UGLIEST ive ever seen, even his personal aesthetic isnt up to par outside the flashy hair color (but that might just be a personal opinion)......

i cant imagine how hard it must be to be a band during the pandemic but also. my god. the way he conducts himself on social media this era. suffice to say its gone from “cute and cheeky” to like “there is something deeply wrong w the way u are interfacing w the world” and i dont think retweeting fans trying to get your attention by gushing how artistic everything u do is is like... the cool band promo u think.... it is.............

as for the music itself i dunno.... he signed to 300 specifically so nobody could give him any artistic guidance or feedback and i understand that desire but i think the music suffered for it. i think listening to the 5 people you “trust” who also happen to be your friends, labelmates, and/or managers is not incredible for pushing yourself creatively... also just because YOU assign all this meaning to the art u make doesnt mean the art actually conveys that meaning especially if it is abstract..... and getting mad at your fans for not “getting it” is not a good look i think? maybe make music that resonates with more people and more people. will like. connect to ur music.

also i miss interviews where it was the band talking and showing off their personalities and friendship because THAT his how you build a fan base. that is how you make people care about and root for you. waterworks with waterparks? waterparks plays guess that band? waterparks at the rocksound carnival?? that stuff!!! thats how you make people love you!!! other boy bands like bts and 5sos have it figured out, why havent you!!!!! you need to know thats how u got these fans right.....!!

sometimes an album just doesnt do well and thats life. it doesnt mean the album is bad!!! look at folie à deux for instance!!!! but i think this album “flopped” compared to past releases largely in part to the choices awsten made personally and professionally and hes not handling it well at all. not every album is gonna be a breakout hit even for VERY successful bands and thats ok and to be expected but it sucks that awsten put all his eggs in one basket here

i like parx a lot and i care about these dudes deeply (albeit parasocially) and it sucks to see them doing meh, i want them to do well, be happy, have fun, be successful..... its hard to root for people who act like they deserve to be on top and get mad when they arent tho :(

#phew. #i have a lot to say :( bc im bummed #mail time! #neg #long post

[watermelonsugawara]

oh ya baby write me some nsfw jealous atsumu 🥵🥵 mwuah mwauh

AE RA kamusta ka na mahal!!! this shit took me forever sorry,, i got carried away LMFAOJSKGJDFG

is it obv im whore knee!!!!!!!!! i hope u like it,,, bitch im nervous

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❥ warnings: nsfw lets get spicy under the cut babyyyyyy; choking, fingering,,, das it srry maybe next time

❥ character: jealous!atsumu x fem!reader

❥ summary: Atsumu knows you’re the most beautiful woman at the gala, but that doesn’t mean he’s willing to share.

❥ a/n: first actual smut smut so ya dont bully me!!!! WTF THIS GOT LONG SORRY???

Also!! lets just play along w my stupid brain and assume atsumu got hella bands and this is a big gala so they had to have a limo,,, i may or may not have been listening to partition while writing this….mind ur fuckin business

Also is this really jealous!atsumu or more like protective!atsumu??? A bitch got the prompt kinda wrong whatever SUE ME

❥ wc: 1.5k omfg

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You stood in front of a mirror, slipping your evening gown onto your shoulders. For your boyfriend’s charity gala, you decided to wear a simple burgundy dress, the pleated tulle fabric hugging your figure before cascading at your feet.

“Can you help me zip the back of my dress, baby?” You called out to Atsumu, who was finishing up tying his silky black tie. You felt soft kisses feathered along your spine that made you shiver as your boyfriend slowly zipped your dress.

“Don’t start, Atsumu,” you said as you turned to face him, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. You ran your hands down the lapels of his suit jacket, admiring the smooth black material. He looked damn good in an all black suit, the jacket accentuating his broad shoulders and his black button-down hugging his muscular chest. The only thought going through your mind at the moment was to rip it all off, subconsciously taking your bottom lip between your teeth at the idea.

“We haven’t even left the house yet princess, keep looking at me like that and we won’t even make it to the damn limo.” Atsumu said to you in a low voice, noticing the way your gaze lingered just a little too long. You tried your best to shrug it off, rolling your eyes at the comment. You wanted to take him up on that challenge, but instead you walked past him to slip into your heels and head out to the gala.

When you arrived, you two were greeted by Atsumu’s teammates and their dates. You were too engrossed in conversations to see the other men staring at you, but Atsumu did not miss a beat. He quickly noticed how everyone in the venue seemed to hold their breath as you walked into the room, the elegant fabric flowing down your legs and the bustier hugging your chest in an almost sinful manner. With your arms linked, the two of you made your way to the bar to grab glasses of wine. Atsumu became quite annoyed by the glances constantly being thrown your way, unconsciously pulling you closer to him. You were a sight to see, but Atsumu’s patience was wearing incredibly thin.

As the night went on, Atsumu got sidetracked in conversations with donors, thanking them for supporting his team. You were left alone at times, and although Atsumu never trailed too far away from you, the other men at the gala used this opportunity to try and talk to you.

You feel a warm but unfamiliar hand on your arm and you turn around to face a man you have a hard time recognizing. It’s a little more confusing now that these volleyball players are up close and in formalwear, rather than farther away on a volleyball court in uniform. You think he’s a setter, but your thoughts are cut off by his next words.

“Are you here alone?” He asked, the heavy scent of whiskey lingering from his breath. You plaster a forced smile across your face and shake your head, but you barely got to open your mouth before the man placed his hand on your waist and tugged you closer to him. You instinctively put out a hand on his chest to create space between you two that otherwise wouldn’t have existed. The man began to speak but the fear washing over you muddled your senses. You tried to push back but the man showed no signs of letting up his grip on your waist.

“Atsumu!” you nervously called out to the sea of people, trying your best not to make a scene. Your boyfriend heard your faint cry and swiftly pushed past people back to the bar where you stood, with a man holding you unnervingly close. The two of you made eye contact, his anger-filled gaze meeting your frantic one. Atsumu quickly ripped the man’s hands off of your waist and ushered you behind him. You could practically feel his anger radiating off of his body as he stared at the man.

“Don’t you ever lay a fucking hand on her again. I never want to see you near either of us, you’re a fucking goner if I ever see you again,” Atsumu spat, his fists wound so tightly his knuckles began turning white. Rage washed over Atsumu as he held back every urge to throw a punch. The stranger was taken aback by your boyfriend’s venomous words, backing away sheepishly before quickly walking out. Atsumu turned to you and his demeanor instantly shifted from angry to concerned, seeing the distressed look on your face. You were startled to say the least, but more so by the way Atsumu snapped at the man, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen from him before.

“Let’s go home,” you quietly said, raising the end of the sentence as if it were a question. Atsumu didn’t even answer, he was already pulling you away from the bar and towards the exit. Atsumu quickly called for the limo. He held you close to his chest as the vehicle came to a stop in front of the two of you, and you both got in.

Your bodies slouched together in the backseat, one of Atsumu’s large hands finding purchase around your waist and the other on your thigh. The warmth of his hand was strong even through the fabric of your dress, causing your cheeks to flush.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)? Did he hurt you?” Atsumu questioned and you shook your head, still a bit stunned by the interaction with the stranger. Your boyfriend cupped your cheek softly before pulling you into a soft kiss. The sweet taste of wine lingered on his tongue as the kiss became more heated, your lips parting as Atsumu’s tongue explored your mouth. You moaned into his mouth as he wrapped his hand around your neck and gently squeezed. Atsumu was first to break the kiss, desire flickering in his eyes.

“I got you, princess. You’re safe with me, always.” You grabbed Atsumu’s tie to press your lips back onto his, his hands roaming all over your body. He moved down to your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin. His hand made its way back to resting on your thigh, his thumb ghosting towards your center on top of the fabric. You felt a heat begin to build up in your stomach from Atsumu’s plush lips dancing across your skin and his thumb teasing you.

You felt Atsumu’s hand on your back, swiftly unzipping your dress and pushing down the bustier to expose your chest. His large hands palmed your breasts, taking one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your sensitive nipple. You moaned loudly when Atsumu pulled the bud between his teeth, looking up at you with a smirk.

Atsumu pushed your thighs apart so your legs were spread, pulling the fabric of your dress up into your lap. He runs his hands slowly up your thighs towards your core, causing your cheeks to blush almost as dark as your dress. He quickly pushes the damp lacy fabric to the side, feeling your essence with one finger. You clench around nothing at the feeling of his finger brushing ever so lightly across your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so needy already, baby,” Atsumu breathed into your ear, sucking your earlobe. Atsumu brought his hand out from under your dress to in front of your face, motioning for you to open your mouth. You took his finger into your mouth and watched as Atsumu’s eyes widened, watching you taste your own juices. His jaw clenched at the feeling of your wet mouth and lips on his finger, biting back a groan. His hand quickly found purchase under your dress once again, the wet finger teasing your entrance before pushing in. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, his thick finger already causing endless moans to fall from your lips.

“I’m the only one who really knows how to make you feel good, isn’t that right, kitten?” Atsumu groaned, feeling your walls clench around his curled finger. Your moans and gasps were a good enough answer for him as he pushed a second finger into you, sprinkling kisses along your neck once more.

Atsumu’s cock strained against his pants, and he couldn’t help but palm himself at the sight of you. He loved seeing you like this, his long fingers putting you in a trance, unraveling from his merciless touches. Your back arched off the seat as he pumped his fingers into you feverishly. Atsumu could tell you were close to your high as you clenched around him even more, your moans becoming more erratic and desperate.

“It’s like your pussy was made for me, fuck,” Atsumu groaned, “go ahead pretty girl, let go for me.” His thumb circling over your clit, combined with a third finger making its way to your pussy sent you over the edge. You gripped your dress in your fists as you clenched around Atsumu’s fingers, his thumb still rubbing the overstimulated nub, making you shut your legs around his hand. You just barely came down from your high just as the limo pulled up to your house. As you shakily stepped out of the car, the urgency in Atsumu’s steps told you he was far from finished showing you just how well he knew your body.

#alli writes some spice #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #haikyuu