#and “do we bow out and take our separate roads” and “i want to be let in not out” for after story and song

[anistarrose]

allies or enemies by the crane wives is such a lucretia adventurezone song

#and i have such a vivid mental animatic for this one too #like. the first verse “the words i speak are wildfires and weeds / they spread like some awful damn disease” #that's the ipre standing on the starblaster deck overlooking the relic wars - gauntlet and gaia sash especially #“forget it all / you caught me in a moment weak” no explanation needed there that's magnus walking in on the redaction #in my head the next part is sometimes barry and sometimes taako (sometimes a different one for each chorus) #but i'm just thinking about. about “now you're not so quick to forget” #and “do we bow out and take our separate roads” and “i want to be let in not out” for after story and song #i wish i could art.... #taz #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #lucretia taz

[chroniclesofbts]

Call Me Home Part 1

A lot of time skips to start off the story and give background about the reader.

Idol hybrid BTS x hybrid foreigner reader

Warnings: sedative use, relocation against the readers will, implied sexual themes

It was storming outside when the announcement was made, blaring over the emergency speakers.

“All hybrids are required to enter Hybrids Centers to become independent. All hybrids must adhere to the rules set up by the centers, or they risk becoming strays. It is now Illegal to own hybrids in any capacity. Hybrids found on the streets will still be picked up by Hybrid Control and taken in for assessment. Hybrids will receive funds by the state, jobs, and housing upon existing of the Hybrid Centers. This begins now”

All of the humans were staring at me, I had no owner and they knew that. I was abandoned last month by my previous owner for scratching a “client”. I had avoided being taken in, until now. I stare at the large van pulled off to the side of the road as Hybrid Control exists. I follow without a fight, fighting would ensure I was put down. As much as I want to have hope of becoming independent, there has to be a catch. Even Hybrid idols are owned by someone, typically the company chairs. We pulled up to an airport, the man in the front seat holding my file. A picture of me in human and animal form plastered on the front.

“We have arrived, let’s get this over with. I don’t know why our strays get the chance to be independent” he sneers, “at least they aren’t staying in our country”

I’m flying to another country? I begin to panic, looking for a way out of the situation. Suddenly, I feel a prick to my neck, turn to see a long pole holding a syringe empty now of sedatives. My eyes start to feel heavy, the sedative taking full effect.

“Good luck, kid. You’ll need it where you’re going, they have way more rules.” A woman said, tying my hands together. The last thing I see is a cage being unloaded from the plane.

*Time skip*

When I wake I’m in a white room, with a small bed and bathroom. I’m in a my animal form, the sedative must have forced my shift. They also must have bathed me while I was unconscious, my fur is now soft and smells like soap. I curl further into myself, hearing footsteps outside. There’s a knock on the door, and a tall man enters.

“Hello, my name is Choi, welcome to South Korea” he speaks in English, “you will begin classes on language and culture tomorrow, take the rest of the day to settle. Once you pass your classes, you can move on to the next facility where you will be joined by our countries hybrids. America started their adjustments first, we have ours scheduled for the end of the year. This will give you plenty of time to learn the language and why you are here.” He bowed, then left, shutting the door softly.

I think back on how hard it was to adjust to a new culture, learn a new language, and train on how to be a part of a pack. In South Korea, the way to earn independence is through a pack. They taught the foreigners all of the steps for becoming a pack, as a way to prove we are a bonded pack before they release us. We will be brought to the new facility where their hybrid packs are, the ones that are under 8 hybrids. That’s another catch, packs have to be 8-10 people. Rumor has it that packs satisfying the 8-10 can still participate by choice to expand their packs, and those over 10 have to be separated.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as the vehicle comes to a stop. Each hybrid given a pill to increase our chances to find our pack. It brings our animals to be more in control, allowing for our mates to identify us by smell, touch, or eye contact. I am lead to a room with tables and chairs, I walk to the back of the room and take a seat.

"Good morning, my name is San and I am going to explain a few things before we let the packs begin their search. First rule, you do not get up or call out to any pack members that enter. Second, you do not get to choose your pack, the first 2 weeks are for them to choose you. If you are chosen, you must stay with that pack. You are the outcasts of your countries, don't become the outcasts of ours. We won't keep you. Finally, if you are chosen by a pack, they are responsible for you in all aspects. You mess up, you are punished as your pack sees fit. You only become independent through your packs, foreigners do not have the same rights in South Korea." He finishes, headed towards the door and opening it.

I drop my eyes to the table and lean back into the chair. As time passes, I think I am in the clear, until someone pulls the chair our in front of me and sits down. I swallow, and take a deep breath, waiting for them to speak.

"Won't you look at me, little doe" The voice asked, I look up in shock, wondering how he knew. Looking up was a mistake, as soon as my eyes locked on his, they changed to gold. He was my mate, and by the marks on his neck, he had others. He smiled and stood, holding his hand out to me, raising his eyebrow daring me to reject it. I stood up, looking around and seeing that I am the first one to leave the room.

"We got your profiles 3 weeks ago, that's how I knew you were a doe. A Melantistic Deer, quite rare" He said, grabbing my hand creating sparks to travel up my arm. I take a good look at him while he leads me down hallway after hallway. His ears sticking off of his head and tail coloring tell me he is a predator, a rare one. We arrive in front of a guarded door, the guards bow and let us pass.

"She can come and go as she pleases, no one else" he addresses the guards. They nod and give him a final bow before closing us in what appears to be a living room. As soon as the door clicked shut, footsteps came running our way.

"You found her!" A man with orange ears exclaimed, "My name is Jungkook, this is Taehyung" he says pointing to a man with ears similar to Jimin's, "I am a Red Panda, Taehyung is a Racing Stripped Cheetah, and Jimin is an Ocelot"

"I'm Seokjin but I go by Jin, a Dhole and this is Namjoon, a Golden Tiger" Jin said, Namjoon giving me a small smile and a wave.

"I'm Yoongi, a Melantistic Fox" He said, "I will say, I didn't expect to see another Melantistic Hybrid, especially one who was a stray."

"Well, you clearly don't know who we are, so before someone else tells you..."

"Hello, we are BTS" They chant together. You furrow your eyebrows before remembering that there was a chance of encountering idols in the facility.

"Oh" You start, "idols?"

"Is that a problem?" Yoongi questions

"I don't know much about Korean Idols, so if you're expecting me to freak out, you're going to be disappointed." I confess

"We prefer it this way, lets us get to know each other at the same time" Jimin said.

"However, we are expected to be independent by the end of the week" Namjoon say with a grimace.

"So, we have to be fully bonded?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

"Yes, but only to two members, the rest can be finished by the end of the month. Our company believes it's best to slowly introduce you to our fans." Namjoon confirm.

"But for today, we are going to just get to know you, no pressure to bond. Take it slow." Jin says

"Unfortunately, I give it 24 hours before the pill they made us take wears off and I am thrown into heat." I share, remembering what the guards were discussing when I entered. "They were talking about it in English when we walked in, how if no one finds a pack the first day that the scent of a heat will force people to choose." As soon as I finish speaking, Jimin leans in, pressing his nose to the column of my throat. Looking up at the rest in worry, confirming what I said.

"Which means we will go into our ruts..." Jungkook trails off.

"Which means we need to prepare" Jin says, beginning to panic.

#bts ot7 #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #min yoongi #park jimin #bts #hybrid #foreign reader #bts x reader

[waiting-makes-me-antsy]

allies or enemies by the crane wives is such a David/jack coded song

LISTEN TO THE LYRICS

"The words I speak, are wildfires and weeds, they spread like some awful damn disease, and I swear I didn't mean what I said" jack taking Pulitzers offer

"you caught me in a moment weak, and sometimes I just can't help myself" jack at the rally

"are we allies or enemies?" DAVEY TALKING TO JACK

"all is fair in love and war, but I can't fight with you anymore" when Davey decides to help jack out after the rally

"what happens now? Do we have another go? Do we bow out and take our separate roads? I'll admit I had my doubts but I want to be let in, not out" DAVEY IN FINALE

My javey playlist 🫶🫶

#javid #newsies #jack kelly #newsies musical #javey #david jacobs #davey jacobs #Spotify

[unlovedanchor]

I AM ALL THE THINGS THEY MIGHT HAVE SAID TO YOU.

a prompt based off of the crane wives 2015 album, " coyote stories, " dark themes present. adjust if needed!

KEEP YOU SAFE.

" when i was a child, my nerves went wild. "

" i watched my friends climb to the tops of the trees. "

" i never climbed at all. "

" i told myself, 'i'm not ready.' "

" my daddy always said nothing worth doing comes easy. "

" nothing worth doing comes easy. "

" time is not your friend, time is not your remedy. "

" time is not your friend. "

" no amount of waiting will make you brave. "

" no amount of waiting will keep you safe. "

" the more fears i collect, i gather them from all the people i meet. "

" their stories reveal regrets their smiles can't conceal. "

" i carry them with me. "

" what if the steps i take turn out to be mistakes ? "

" how can somebody like me learn to stay ? "

THE MOON WILL SING.

" tell me once again. "

" tell me once again i could have been anyone. "

" i could have been anyone, anyone else. "

" i could have been anyone before you made the choice for me. "

" my feet knew the path. "

" we walked in the dark, i never gave a single thought to where it might lead. "

" i never gave a single thought to where it might lead. "

" all those empty rooms, we could have been anywhere else. "

" instead, i made a bed with apathy. "

" my heart knew the weight. "

" my heart knew the weight of ten years worth of dust and neglect. "

" ten years of worth of dust and neglect. "

" we made our peace with weariness and let it be. "

" the moon will sing a song for me, i loved you like the sun. "

" the moon will sing a song for me. "

" i loved you like the sun. "

" bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own. "

" i shine only with the light you gave me. "

" we could have had anything else. "

" instead, you hoarded all that's left of me. "

" i want to feel the fire that you kept from me . "

" i could have been anyone. "

ALLIES OR ENEMIES.

" the words i speak are wildfires and weeds. "

" they spread like some awful damn disease. "

" i swear, i didn't mean what i said. "

" i swear, i didn't mean it. "

" you owe me ears for dripping eaves. "

" forget it all, you caught me in a moment weak. "

" forget it all. "

" you caught me in a moment weak. "

" sometimes i just can't help myself. "

" i can't help myself at all. "

" are we allies or enemies ? "

" this will be the death of me . "

" remember when i could tell you not to smile ? "

" remember when i could tell you not to smile when you were mad ? "

" you would always crack, and we'd both be laughing in the end. "

" we'd both be laughing in the end. "

" now you're not so quick to forget. "

" all is fair in love and war, but i can't fight with you anymore. "

" what happens now ? "

" do we have another go ? "

" do we bow out and take our separate roads ? "

" i'll admit i've had my doubts. "

" i want to be let in, not out. "

UNRAVELING.

" i once loved a tailor who took eager care of me. "

" sewed together my loose ends with stitches. "

" stitches neat and clean. "

" but now my love is gone. "

" and i am left unraveling. "

" i once loved a gardener with his dirt-smudged face and hands. "

" trimmed my weeds and gave me room to grow. "

" i am left here withering. "

" i once loved a carpenter who carved a smile for me. "

" sanded my rough edges, crafted new and lovely things. "

" i can't help fracturing. "

" i never knew that i needed you. "

" i once loved a man who kissed me once before he left. "

" tied me up in knots and said he'd soon return again. "

HARD SELL.

" i'm trying to make something of myself. "

" my better days, i go buy the hard sell. "

" but i feel like i'm working with barbed wire. "

" i really can't get a hold of many things. "

" i'm one deep breath away from a breakdown. "

" my nerves are wrecked and coming unwound. "

" the world is hostile. "

" i'm fragile and i need someone to kiss the cuts. "

" tell me to keep trying. "

" is it me ? is it really just me ? "

" does everybody have it together or are we all pretending ? "

" holding it together with one loose string. "

" i can't stop pulling. "

"i rip myself apart at the seams. "

" i find one weak spot and start unraveling. "

" hoping i can find a better me. "

" a fresh new start. "

" can we stop pretending now ? "

ROCKSLIDE.

" i can hear the rumblin', honey. "

" it's why the weather's got the mountain shakin' weak. "

" i know you want to plant your feet. "

" we best get a move on. "

" or the devil we will meet. "

" i feel the quakin' honey, i feel it deep."

" oh, i pray today my soul to keep. "

" drop dead sprint, my darling. "

" don't look back now. "

" honey, just try to breath. "

" that monster's coming. "

" that monster's coming and it don't care for you or me. "

" it don't care for you or me. "

" the angels we may someday see. "

METAPHOR.

" i've gotten good at leaning on metaphors."

" i've gotten good at living on someone else's page. "

" i cut my teeth on secondhand sentiments. "

" you can't trust a single thing i say. "

" i keep my closet free of skeletons. "

" i'm much better at digging graves. "

" i always dig up bones in your sympathy. "

" i can't trust a single thing you say. "

" don't look too hard, you won't like the scars he left. "

" i've gotten good at stretching the truth out of shape. "

" all these words are sweet and meaningless. "

THE HAND THAT FEEDS.

" i've seen good men spoiled. "

" chained to their jobs like hounds. "

" they work and sleep and work again. "

" in the darkest nights they howl. "

" their cries are a warning to everyone following. "

" no man should stand to work all of his days. "

" and have nothing at the end of them. "

" i got no money but the change that jingles in my pockets. "

" reminding me of how little i have. "

" as for time, i am powerless to stop it. "

" it keeps rambling on like a mad, wandering man. "

" my papa was a howlin' man. "

" my dear papa gave me lessons and regrets. "

" all that he'd gone would be for nothing if [i] followed in his steps. "

" my papa taught me how to howl. "

" how to bear my teeth and growl. "

" he taught me that the hand that feeds, deserves to be bitten when it beats. "

" he taught he how to break my chains. "

" money ain't worth a thing. "

" no man should get more of my time than me. "

" i may never be a rich man. "

" i may never be a rich man but i can make sure that i am free. "

" i can make sure that i am free. "

" as for time, it's mine. "

LITTLE SOLDIERS.

" on the broken backs of all the words we spared. "

" like little soldiers in the trenches. "

" it was a march we made towards ruin and despair. "

" but we held hands all the while. "

" i swear that i loved you. "

" i dragged you through every room inside our home. "

" but you still held me at night. "

"i swear that you loved me. "

" we didn't give up. "

" we didn't dare surrender. "

" it was an honest loss. "

" now the aftermath will ring with songs you've sung. "

" all of our words sent home in boxes. "

" i fought with tooth and nail. "

" i fought with tooth and nail before the flag had flown. "

" but you were already gone. "

" i'll swear that i loved you. "

SLEEPING GIANTS.

" i feel the mountains shifting under me. "

" sleeping giants are finally waking. "

" my pulse is clear, rushing in my ears. "

" i hear something calling me. "

" the moon is humming lovely melodies. "

" the forest echoes, the trees are crowing. "

OF EVERLONG.

" out of the ocean, over the harbor. "

" lay no sons and lay no daughters. "

" among the mountains of everlong, 'twas there i wrote me a sad song. "

" 'twas there i wrote me a sad song. "

" and if my lover will not heed it ? "

" take my voice and take my spirit. "

" leave me weakened and dig my hole. "

" only my lover, not i, can keep my soul. "

NEVER LONG AN ANCHOR.

" on some level i think i always understood. "

" these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever. "

" i tried to do the best that i could. "

" but try as i might, i couldn't bring myself to hold you. "

" it's a secret i keep tucked inside my chest. "

" with this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful."

" there is love that doesn't have a place to rest. "

" it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulders. "

" a ship could never really love an anchor. "

" so i did the only thing that i could. "

" i severe the rope and set you sailing from my harbor. "

" there are times i still wonder about you. "

" you are someone i have loved. "

" but never known. "

" you are someone i have loved but never known. "

" you'll never see the reasons i had for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you. "

" they were close enough to hurt you. "

" i am selfish, i am broken, i am cruel. "

" i am all the things that they might have said to you. "

" do you ever think of me ? "

" do you ever think fo me and my two hands ?"

" and wonder they never soothed your fevers? "

" and wonder why they never held you gently? "

" and wonder why they never had the chance to lose you ? "

NEW DISCOVERY.

" i want to stand on the edge of the water. "

" see horizons stretch on forever. "

" i want to know that there are lands not yet touched by human hands."

" not yet touched by human hands. "

" i want to be the one to find them. "

" sometimes i feel like i'm lost in a desert. "

" every dune is the same as the other. "

" i see my footprints in the sand. "

" i know where i've been and these steps i take won't go to waste. "

" i'm moving towards something. "

" i want to believe there's something left for me. "

" a new discovery waiting for me. "

" i want to kindle a love that doesn't age. "

" even when all the years carve lines into your face. "

" tell me will i be surprised? "

" tell me will i be surprised when i think i've memorized every touch and every thought ? "

" i want you to prove me wrong. "

#rp meme #rp prompt #roleplay prompt #rp memes #crane wives prompt

[beanghostprincess]

All songs by The Crane Wives are about Shuggy and it drives me insane every time:

"Tell me once again, I could have been anyone, anyone else. Before you made the choice for me. [...] The moon will sing a song for me, I loved you like the sun. Bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own. I shine only with the light you gave me. [...] Name your courage now we could have had anything, anything else. Instead, you hoarded all that's left of me. Swallowin' your doubt like swords to the pit of my belly. I want to feel the fire that you kept from me. [...] Instead, I made a bed with apathy. My heart knew the weight. Ten years worth of dust and neglect. We made our peace with weariness and let it be." — The Moon Will Sing

"Every word I say is kindling, but the smoke clears when you're around. Won't you stay with me, my darling. When my walls start burning down, down, down. [...] This tired old machine is a-rumbling, oh my, oh my. Singing songs to the secrets behind my eye, oh my, oh my. All my aching bones are trembling, and I may yet fall apart. Won't you stay with me, my darling, when the war starts in my heart?" — Curses

"I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel, it's all that I can give to you, my dear. And when you come in quick to steal a kiss my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear. And I know that you mean so well, but I am not a vessel for your good intent. I will only break your pretty things. I will only wring you dry of everything. And if you're fine with that, you can be mine like that. Abandon all your stupid dreams about the girl I could have been, my dear. 'Cause in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear. Oh, my dear. You gotta know that this won't last. Desperation will erase the fact, I'm keeping all of the answers in my cigarette box. Yeah, the answer's in the second before the other shoe drops. And if you're blind to that, I am fine with that." — Tongues & Teeth

"On some level, I think I always understood that these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever. And I tried to do the best that I could, but try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to hold you. It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest with this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful. There is love that doesn't have a place to rest but it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulders. [...] On some level, I think I always understood that a ship could never really love an anchor. So, I did the only thing that I could and severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor. There are times when I still wonder about you. You are someone I have loved, but never known. And you'll never see the reasons I had for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you. [...] Do you ever think of me and my two hands? And wonder why they never soothed your fevers? And wonder why they never tied your shoes? And wonder why they never held you gently? And wonder why they never had the chance to lose you?" — Never Love an Anchor

"I swear, I didn't mean it. Now listen close, you owe me ears for dropping eaves. Forget it all. You caught me in a moment weak, and sometimes I just can't help myself. Sometimes I can't help myself at all. Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me. Remember when I could tell you not to smile, when you were mad? And you would always crack, and we'd both be laughing in the end. Now you're not so quick to forget. [...] What happens now? Do we have another go? Do we bow out, and take our separate roads? I'll admit I've had my doubts.But I want to be let in, not out." — Allies or Enemies

"On the broken backs of all the words we spared, like little soldiers in the trenches. It was a march we made towards ruin and despair, but we held hands all the while. I swear that I loved you. [...] Beneath the table you would offer up my bones, and all the dogs would lick your fingers. And I dragged you through every room inside our home, but you still held me at night. I swear that you loved me. [...] We didn't give up, we wouldn't dare surrender. It was an honest loss. Now the aftermath will ring with songs you've sung, all of our words sent home in boxes. I fought with tooth and nail before the flag had flown, but you were already gone." — Little Soldiers

"I tried it your way, you tried it mine. The white flags still aren't waving, this ain't the good fight. I'm putting my foot down, weak knees and all. Finally standing on my own after the great fall. Once and for all. [...] I only fought for love at your request. Didn't think you'd be the one to leave me clutching at my chest. Remember, you're the one that gave up when my blood runs dry. You could still carry me away but you'd leave me here to die. [...] Dodge bullets and fire spray, my blood's forever on your hands. When my ghost sings my battle cry you'll be too sorry to dance. [...] Once and for all, what does that mean? It's a promise I'm making that I don't actually believe. Once and for all means I've tried it before. So many times that I'm just fucking tired. I'll never be able to close that door." — Once & for All

#AND THESE ARE JUST SOME OF THE SONGS #i need to make a playlist wait #screaming shaking sobbing #most of them are from buggy's pov but it's not my fault he's the relatable one idcidc #one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #shuggy

[redletterwriting]

'Are We Allies or Enemies?'

Vaggie gets a chance to talk to Gabriel and ask about Heaven's plans.

Hazbin au

Song: Allies or Enemies by The Crane Wives

... or Enemies.

Vaggie looked down. She wondered a lot about why Heaven did what they did after she ended up down here.

"I understand, it wasn't your choice." The Archangels were there for everyone's protection, their abilities were not to be used for simple reasons. At least that is what she had been told. And sending them down with the Exorcists had been forbidden, supposedly. But it seemed like none of them had ever been told about the exterminations. Which... painted the tribunal, and Elders, in a much different light.

Gabriel followed her to a room, humming quietly. It was odd, they reminded her of Charlie which... awkward. Still...

"Riri was your name here right?" She asked.

"Um, yes?"

"You know, Charlie likes to sing too. I don't remember when she decided to use Charlie though. Just... you're in better company here than you might think."

Gabriel smiled and looked down, "I understand if none of you want my company. I wish none of this even needed to happen. I wish I could take back what I did."

-

Gabriel The words I speak Are wildfires and weeds They spread, like some awful damn disease, And I swear, Gabriel & Vaggie I didn't mean what I said Gabriel I swear, Vaggie & Gabriel I didn't mean it Gabriel (about Heaven) Now listen close You owe me ears for dropping eaves Forget it all You caught me in a moment weak

And sometimes Vaggie & Gabriel I just can't help myself Sometimes I can't help myself at all

Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me

Gabriel (about Lucifer) Remember when I could tell you not to smile, when you were mad? Vaggie & Gabriel (Thinking of the Seraphim, and Lucifer) And you would always crack And we'd both be laughing in the end Now you're not so quick to forget

Are we allies or enemies? Gabriel This will be the death of me Vaggie & Gabriel This will be the death of me All is fair in love and war, But I can't fight with you anymore This will be the death of me Gabriel | (Vaggie) What happens now? Do we have another go? (Oh) Do we bow out, and take our separate roads? (Oh) I'll admit I've had my doubts (oh) But I want to be let in, not out (oh) But I want to be let in, Vaggie & Gabriel not out

Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me This will be the death of me All is fair in love and war, But I can't fight with you anymore This will be the death of me

Are we allies or enemies? Gabriel This will be the death of me

- As Vaggie put a hand on their shoulder Gabriel looked out the window. She remembered her first view of Hell too. There was no look of disgust on the Archangel's face though. Which she actually had kind of been expecting. It was reassuring.

"Well, as far as I'm concerned if Charlie is ok with you staying, I am." Vaggie smiled.

And in the corner a shadow flickered out of the room through the door.

#hazbin hotel #fan comic #hazbin art #hazbin hotel au #fanart #my writing #fanwork #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel gabriel #music #my art #angst

[toxins-very-gay-thoughts]

"Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me"

"Do we bow out and take our separate roads? I’ll admit I’ve had my doubts But I want to be let in, not out"

#crane wives #allies or enemies #toh #the owl house #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #raeda #eda x raine #raine x eda #toxins character lyrics

[wasitapossum]

Ok but hear me out.

The life series pairings as The Crane Wives songs.

Obviously Curses is the overall series song because we all know the animatic by Chrisrin. (Go check it out if you haven’t!!)

Etho and Bdubs in last life-

Song: Tongues and Teeth

Why?: just listening to it reminds me so much of that scene where bdubs threathens etho and tries to get him to go red life with him.

Quote: “you gotta know that this won’t last, desperation will erase this fact.”

Scott and pearl in last life/double life-

Song: The Moon Will Sing

Why?: they were so close in last life and now in double life Scott turning his back on pearl and instead choosing to be soulmates with Cleo is just- wow ouch. Not to mention Martyn leaving pearl at the end there like damn pearl really is having a rough time huh.

Quote: “name your courage now, we could have had anything, anything else. Instead you hoarded all that’s left of me.” (This one was hard to choose, just listen to the song and you’ll understand)

Grian and Scar in all three series-

Song: Allies or Enemies

Why?: their relationship from third life to double life has been so on and off that it’s always been hard to tell whether they truly were on each other’s side. Third life grian was obligated to follow scar but eventually admitted to not wanting scar to die and not wanting to kill him and then last life where grian and scar were going through their divorce arc and staying as far from each other as possible, to now in double life where it seems Grian feels once again obligated to keep scar alive because they’re soul bound. It’s just the perfect amount of angst.

Quote: “what happens now? Do we have another go? Do we bow out? And take our separate roads?”

Cleo and BigB in last life-

Song: Metaphor

Why?: the quote says it for me, need I say more.

Quote: “I keep my closet free of skeletons, cause I’m much better at diggin graves. But I always dig up bones in your sympathy. I can’t trust a single thing you say.”

Jimmy and Tango in double life-

Song: Canary in a Coal Mine

Why?: y’all saw this one coming.

Quote: “and when you break the surface without me, please don’t return me to the dark of all the memories.”

Ren and Martyn in third life-

Song: Never Love an Anchor

Why?: this pairing was honestly hard to place but I do believe this song fits with them well. Martyn was incredibly loyal to Ren, he stayed by his side and even killed Ren when he asked (although with hesitation) because he’d do anything for him. But even that dragged Martyn down in the end and got them both killed. Their love for each other was their undoing.

Quote: “it’s a secret I keep tucked inside my chest, With this heart of mine that’s guilty not remorseful. There is love that doesn’t have a place to rest, but it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulder.”

If you made it to the end of this I commend you.

#i spent all day thinking of this #hermitblr #grian #goodtimeswithscar #etho #bdouble0 #zombiecleo #inthelittlewood #double life #last life smp #third life smp #double life smp #trafficblr #desert duo #tangotek #rendog #solidaritygaming #song recs #basically #scott smajor #smajor1995 #pearlescentmoon #double life spoilers #angst angst angst #what is everyone’s duo names idk

[welcometololaland]

I've not really delved into the tarlos fandom yet, but I did feel the need to share this and you are the first blog that caught my eye so:

"Allies or Enemies" by the Crane Wives is a break-up-era tarlos song

hello! I admit, I don't know this song or this band, but these lyrics are 😩

What happens now?

Do we have another go?

Do we bow out and take our separate roads?

I'll admit I've had my doubts

But I want to be let in, not out

Thank you for sharing 💜

#tarlos #tarlos track list #song inspiration #ask #answered

[izzylovesyou2022]

The Enchanted Ones (Chapter 1)

The stairs had never felt so unsteady nor had my breathing felt quite as stifled as they did at this moment. It didn’t help that the only light I could see was the Queen of Italy, my Aunt Allegra’s flashlight and even that was dimmed. I paused, my feet on two separate stairs, to readjust Aria in my arms. A small whine escaped from her lips and I gently hushed her before reclaiming my pace. My elf ears remained alert for any noise of alarm or anger or any of the negative feelings from way above me, but I didn’t need to worry. Aunt Allegra and I soon reached the bottom of the steps and she quickly flung open the castle door.

Goosebumps formed up my arms as the cool night air blasted me full force in the face, but I ignored it and kept following Aunt Allegra. She must have used some sort of secret silencing charm on her shoes, because even on the cobblestone we treaded on, her feet made no sound. The only sounds heard were the occasional neighing of one of the castle horses and my heavy breathing.

I nearly slammed into Aunt Allegra when she came to a sudden stop in front of the horse-drawn carriage in front of us. Living in modern Italy, we didn’t see a lot of horse-drawn carriages anymore, unless we were at plays or events put on by townsmen, but since our escape needed to be quiet and painless, we made the decision to use the less noisy horse and carriage mode of transportation.

Aunt Allegra turned to me and in the bright light of the moon and her flashlight, I could see pain and tears in her green eyes. She hadn’t been in my life for very long, only about six months, but she’d become my biggest protector against my uncle, King Dante. I could see her lips thinning, like I always do when I’m trying not to cry. She straightened and stared into my eyes.

“My child, you have been brave. You must take care of you and Aria. I will be fine.”

I used a finger to gesture for my driver and he raced towards me.

“Yes, your highness?”

I carefully placed Aria into his arms and gave a hard swallow as he cradled her to his chest. Aria was the main reason for my escape.  

“Please make her comfortable in the carriage. I will be there in a moment.”

He ducked his head in a bow and hurried off with Aria.

The smell of the roses my mother had once so carefully planted in her garden rushed and weaved through the air, only making my throat tighten. To the left of that garden, under the safety of an oak tree, lay her grave, her final resting place where she could finally be at peace.

“Your mother will understand, child,” Aunt Allegra whispered, gentleness covering every word, “you are not abandoning her.”

I swiped at my eyes and mentally scolded myself. 1,700 (or seventeen in human years) was too old to be crying, and yet, any mention of Mother was enough to send me to tears. The next thing I felt were Aunt Allegra’s arms wrapped around me and her soothing hum tickling my ears.

“I will never forget this,” I croaked, my throat feeling suddenly dry from the air and the thoughts roaming around my head, “and I will come back for you.”

Aunt Allegra straightened to her full height and pierced me with her green eyes. An elf-maid whose beauty just barely competed with my mother’s.

“Go now, Enzo.”

I swallowed my pride and tears and walked to the carriage. I climbed inside and forced myself not to look back. The driver slapped the reigns against the horse’s back and the carriage sped away. Only once we were on the road and speeding away from the castle did I breath normally again.

The clip-clop of the horse’s hooves soothed my spirit and I turned to my sleeping daughter, Aria. I wanted to cry out of thankfulness that she didn’t know what was going on. The most I’d told her was that we’d be going on an adventure to another country. Obviously, that excited her.

I kept one hand close to hers in case she suddenly woke up and glanced up at the night sky. The stars shone in their places, little pieces of fairy dust, as Mother called them. Mother studied the stars and taught me how to fall in love and stay in love with them. “The stars are our one constant, Enzo,” she’d once told me, “a way of guiding us when we most need it. Always follow the stars. You never know where they will lead.”

The carriage came to a sudden halt near a field. I didn’t see the moon, but my ears caught the sound of a plane engine. As part of the royal family, I had my own private plane. Well, more like my Uncle’s plane, but Aunt Allegra had arranged everything with the pilot. This plane would be taking me and Aria to America.

I scooped up my still-sleeping daughter into my lap and waited until my driver opened the carriage door. While I got out, my elf-guards and the pilot scrambled to get our luggage—4 large suitcases—onto the plane.

I got out of the carriage and handed Aria to the nearest guard. I watched for a moment as he hurried away, and then turned my attention to my driver.

“My friend,” I whispered, laying a hand on his shoulder, “you have been amazing. I owe so much to you. You and my aunt planned this out perfectly. I know she already paid you, but to give you my thanks, here is an additional 17 euros.”

I dropped the money in his hand. I saw him swallowing back the tears and the lump in his throat as he inclined his head at me.

“Do not worry about us, good Prince. Take care of yourself and the little one.” 

I gave him one final squeeze of his shoulder before hurrying across the field and scampering up the steps of the plane.

Soon, we were off, leaving my childhood home and everything I’d ever known before. Sadness and excitement mixed to form a pit in my stomach and I forced myself to look away from the window. I just stared at the back of my pilot’s seat and tried to breathe through my nose. I looked over my shoulder at the four suitcases neatly stacked and relaxed my shoulders. Everything Aria and I needed was in those cases. Thank goodness for quick planning.

“Dada?”

My eyes flickered over to Aria, who was rubbing hard at her eyes with her tiny fists and kicking her legs back and forth. I gently placed her in my lap and tucked her messy black hair behind her ears.

“Have a good nap?”

I’d hope she’d sleep through the night, but not all my prayers could be answered. I looked at her little elf-ears and wondered what sort of powers, if any, she’d grow up to have. I’d recently discovered that I had sky powers, which basically meant I could bring down lightning and cause massive storms to distract enemies. I hoped I wouldn’t have to use those powers in the near future, my sword did just fine, but with me being on the run, I knew I’d have to sooner or later. I was thankful that I’d learned relatively quick how to control my powers, because causing my pilot to fly in a storm wouldn’t look good to anyone.

Aria pushed herself up in my lap to look out the window and stuck out her lower lip when she realized it was nighttime.

“Where sun?”

I chuckled and scooted a little closer to the window with Aria. I pointed at the moon doing it’s job giving light to the pilot and the world below and then pointed at the stars, each one twinkling in it’s rightful place.

“The sun is sleeping, Aria, but see? The moon and the stars are doing their jobs. They are awake. They help protect the nighttime.”

Aria’s dark blue eyes looked at me in wonder and then glanced back out the window. Her hands wrapped tightly around the little dragon blanket she’d gotten for her birthday.

“Stars running,” she said.

I looked out the window and saw a star rushing across the heavens, leaving a trail of silver in it’s wake. My eyes stung as I realized that was Mother sending me a message. Shooting stars had always been Mother’s favorite, and my gut feeling announced to me that she was guiding our course.

“It’s a shooting star, Aria,” I whispered as she rubbed her eyes again and crawled back into my lap, “the luckiest stars of all.”

Soon enough, Aria traveled to dreamland and I placed her back on the plane seat, smiling as her hands tightened around her little dragon blanket. I stroked her hair and leaned back in my seat. I should feel tired but I truly wasn’t. I wasn’t sure if it was excitement or fear that kept me awake.

“Both,” I answered, “I’m feeling both.”

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, my stomach went into my throat, and I jerked awake to realize my pilot was descending. My eyes flickered over the rising sun, turning the sky orange and red, mixing together to create a moment in time. I glanced at Aria, who sat playing with her blanket, and reached over to place her in my lap.

“We’re descending, Aria. We’ve arrived.”

Aria tucked her head back against my chest and pointed at the flashing lights of the airport below. Private planes usually don’t land at airports but because we were in a different country, we had too. I wasn’t bothered by it though: different countries had different customs.

Once our feet were on the ground and all of our baggage unloaded, a silver car sped up to us. Two people hopped out and I realized with a start that they were both elves. I recognized the older elf as actor Ronan Canavan. I’d watched his movies many times and always thought of him as some sort of hero. Hurrying behind Ronan was an elf-maid who looked to be about my age. Her blue hair hung over her shoulder in a fishtail braid and in the morning light, she glowed.

“Prince Enzo,” Ronan intoned, bowing low to me as the elf-maid did the same, “we welcome you and the little one to America.” He nodded and smiled at Aria as he spoke.

“Thank you,” I said, placing one hand over my heart and then slowly holding out my arm. Mother had taught me that little gesture as a sign of gratitude.

Ronan repeated my gesture and then turned to the elf standing near him.

“This is my daughter, Aoife.”

Aoife considered me and I swore her eyes stared into my soul.

“Prince Enzo.”

 “Aoife, it’s nice to meet you.”

She held out her hand and, for a moment, I thought about doing the Italian greeting of touching my nose to her hand, but didn’t and instead shook it. I shifted Aria up onto my hip and watched as Ronan grabbed two of our suitcases. My mouth opened to protest, but Aoife laid her hand on my arm and shook her head.

 “Nay, Prince Enzo. You have a child in your arms. Let my Father do what must be done.”

I quickly snapped my mouth shut and turned to properly face her. Elves with a blue glow on their skin were a rarity in Europe. I wondered if they were common in America. Both Ronan and Aoife had the blue glow. I decided not to ask.  

“Do you have powers?”

The heat rose in my cheeks at the stupidity of that question, but Aoife only laughed and nodded.

“Yes, Prince, I have powers. Water powers.”

Well, that was interesting. I’d met a lot of elves but Aoife was the first one I’d come across who had water powers.

“Like, water bending?”

Another laugh, this one quiet and tinkling.

“Yes and no. I can make shapes with the water but I control the weather of the water. Meaning I can create hurricanes, floods, and even giant waves. Those are just the ‘bad’ parts of my powers. I can filter dirty water clean with just the snap of a hand or even fill an empty glass just by touching it if I focus hard enough, just to name a few good ones.”

My eyebrows shot all the way up. I couldn’t believe that I’d met someone who has these powers. It’s the coolest thing.

All those words stuck in my throat, however, as I followed her to the car and hopped inside. To my surprise, I find a car seat for Aria in the back. I shoot Aoife a sideways glance.

“Father bought it yesterday,” she explained, “it’s a magical car seat. It fits exactly to the size of the child. Try it out.”

I placed Aria in the seat and stared, transfixed, as it buckled her exactly how I always do. I didn’t think my eyes could widen much more. Why didn’t we have these back in Italy?

My face must’ve looked funny, because a snort and a giggle zoomed around the car as it pulled away from the airport.

“A lot of elves and even humans use car seats like this,” Ronan said from the front seat, catching my eye in the rearview mirror, “there are non-magical ones, of course, but the magical ones are considered safer. There was a lot of trial and error to get the magical ones right. Kids your little one’s age are lucky. When I was a kid, there were no magical car seats. Whoever invented them must have been a parent.”

“How do they work?”

Aoife pulled one leg close to her body and pulled a finger-file from her pocket.

“Well, you know, with non-magical ones, you have to play with the straps to fit it perfectly on your child. With the magical ones, it senses the height, weight, and gender of your child, and conforms the straps to fit your child just so. It does the work for you.” 

I didn’t think I could say another word. Everything that had gone on in the past...I don’t know. My brain can’t understand time anymore. The adrenaline faded from my system.

To calm myself, I rested my head on the window and watched the world go by. Tall buildings shone in the still-early morning. There wasn’t a lot of traffic for us to run into, but I could see owners hurrying to the doors of their businesses and people rushing into their offices. The orange and red of the sunrise faded and all I could see was blue skies and a few puffy white clouds.

After a while, I realized we were driving away from the city. Tall buildings turned into small houses and farm land. Flowers of every color grew along the road side.

“How far is your house from here?”

I rested my elbow up against the window as I spoke, studying Aoife. Her fingers were plaiting small braids into Aria’s hair.

She didn’t even look at me, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward.

“If we were driving at a normal speed, it’d take us about ten hours. But, Father and one of his friends did some magic on the car that allows it to go at high speed, but it doesn’t look that way to humans. I think we’ll be there quite shortly.”

Can someone really surprise you two times in less than two hours? The answer was yes. First with the magic car seat and now with this magic on the car. Was I really that cut off from the world or was Italy more old school than I remember?

“Besides,” she continued, her brown-hazel eyes finally meeting mine as her fingers continued to work on Aria’s hair, “it’s not really a house. I mean, it’s my home but it’s not like one of the houses you see out there.”

Before I could ask her what she meant, a strong smell floated through the window. Sea-salt. The ocean.  

I almost gave myself a whiplash turning my head to see the clear blue of the ocean crashing against the ivory sand of the beach. I hadn’t been to the ocean for so long, I’d nearly forgotten what it looked like. What threw me back even more, however, was coming up over the hill and seeing the huge castle. In the sunlight, the pure white bricks nearly blinded me. I turned to stare at Aoife.

“Are…are you a….are you a princess?”

“No, my friend. This castle was built by my grandfather for my grandmother. She’d always dreamed of living in a castle, so he had this built for her.”

Love makes you do some wonderful things

The large gated fence around the castle creaked open and we drove right through. The castle spiraled far above me. I counted two guard towers and studied the battlements. I didn’t see a drawbridge, but on the far left end, I saw two chapels. This castle was about the same size as the one I lived in back home. I liked this castle, however, because it was on the beach and miles and miles of space.

“Plenty of space for you, little one,” Aoife muttered to Aria, who giggled and grabbed at her fingers.

I’d forgotten that Ronan was in the car, so when his deep voice spoke, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“You will be safe here, Enzo. Your Aunt Allegra picked me because of this place.”

#fantasy #modern fantasy #the enchanted ones #writerblr #writers #fantasy writers #fiction #writers community #tumblr writers #new writers on tumblr #spilled writing #writing community #my writing #writerscafe #writerscorner #writerscommunity #writers connection #chapter 1 #romance #romance writer #romance writing

[thatblondeperson]

Au where Steph and Tim met before meeting batman when they were just (mostly) normal kids, they become vigilantes together, get trained with batman together until eventually the relationship falls apart dramatically. It's only rekindled years later when they both have clmed down a bit. I am thinking of Two Birds by Regina Spektor and Allies or Enemies by The Crane Wives type of a vibe

Ok, first, sorry it took a while to answer this (and the other asks I will be getting to...) but Anon you have no idea how much I do actually want to do a childhood friends to lovers AU. I need to map it out, see what I want to keep from canon and what yo trash, but genuinely I so wanna do this.

After my current fic which is one ch away from being done.

Love both the songs too and I totally get what vibe you were going for and I love it.

I'll believe it all

There's nothing I won't understand

I'll believe it all

I won't let go of your hand

Two birds of a feather

Say that they're always gonna stay together

But one's never going to let go of that wire

He says that he will

But he's just a liar

........

Remember when

I could tell you not to smile when you were mad?

And you would always crack, and we'd both be laughing in the end

Now you're not so quick to forget

Are we allies or enemies?

This will be the death of me

This will be the death of me

All is fair in love and war, but I can't fight with you anymore

This will be the death of me

What happens now?

Do we have another go?

Do we bow out and take our separate roads?

I'll admit I've had my doubts

But I want to be let in not out

But I want to be let in not out

........

I love it anon. This will eventually happen. Who tf knows when.

#TimSteph #tim drake #stephanie brown #timsteph #red robin #batgirl #robin iii #spoiler #robin iv #personal #ask tbp

[strawberriesinmoominvalley]

strawberriesinmoominvalley fanfic masterlist!!

my ao3

below the cut are the links to my amphibia and owl house fics. i don't really write for those fandoms anymore, but they're still good fun :)

MARVEL:

series:

hold my hand tight, we'll make it another night:

an eighteen year old natasha defects to shield after clint takes the one shot he didn't, and finds the family she didn't think she deserved to have. a happy au where the world is saved (eventually), cycles are broken and there is something to be said about the power of friendship (possibly) being real

you have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve (and i have always buried them deep beneath the ground)

clint's one shot he doesn't take, and what becomes of it

look at the wonderful mess that we made

what happens when natasha and clint adopt a kid they find during a hydra raid

falling doesn't feel so bad when i know you've fallen this way too

they've finally taken down hydra, after years of near-constant raids. all natasha and clint have to worry about is going to stark's party and going home to their kid.

but when ultron goes wrong, and they're forced into a fight with a robot and two enhanced teenagers, where are they meant to turn? is it truly possible to get peace in their time, or are they fighting an indestructible force?

and will they all make it out alive?

you'll be alright, no one can hurt you now

wanda and pietro learn they finally have a home, and are loved. the farm family gains two new members

it's the living that's hard

small moments from the family as they make their new life in new york

what happens now? do we have another go? (do we bow out and take our separate roads?)

due to the incident at lagos, the sokovia accords are created. natasha and clint don't know what path to take, which one will keep their family safe. everyone has different opinions and the time of the avengers may come to a close

but what happens when the signing of the accords is attacked and bucky is blamed? was it really steve's best friend, now the winter soldier? and why does there seem to be more than one supersoldier running around vienna?

i chose to be happy:

instead of natasha being the eldest sister, yelena is. how does that change everything, and do they now get a chance at a happy ending?

there are two of us on the run

yelena was the big sister, eleven years old and four years of the red room under her belt. natasha was six, her only memories full of ohio and the fake family they had. yelena had always been the harsher one, doing anything to keep natasha safe. in a split-second decision, she changes their course from cuba, taking natasha as they run from their past.

but the past has a funny way of catching up with you, doesn't it?

colour in your cheeks:

maria hill is a widow of the red room who was deep undercover in shield. she meets antonia dreykov and makes a choice that changes the course of her life forever

a trilogy following the life of maria hill

and i feel nothing, not brave (it's a hard day for breathing again)

maria nekrasova, better known by her codename maria hill, was a widow of the red room deep undercover in shield. when her cover gets blown, she returns to the red room and is brutally hurt for blowing her mission, even though she still managed to complete it.

as she stays in medical she meets antonia dreykov, the general's daughter. antonia befriends maria and she suddenly finds herself looking after dreykov's daughter. as she realises the power she holds, maria has a chance to destroy the red room forever

i try to memorise and identify but it's all getting foggy

she says "i am real and you are not"

when natasha goes to yelena after receiving her package, things don't go quite as she expected. natasha just wishes yelena would trust her. yelena just wishes natasha was there.

you're free to have everything you can see (all that you want from me

yelena really doesn't want to see alexei again. she also doesn't want natasha to leave - because that's going to happen. she just knows it

general fics/oneshots:

talk about god in his mercy, oh if he really does exist, why did he desert me?

Layla has been in the Red Room for as long as she can remember. When she's fourteen she’s given a family on a piece of paper and the role she would assume for the next three years. She exchanges one mask for another and sets off to play an orphaned cousin to the perfect American family.

It should have been just another regular mission but two children named Natasha and Yelena changed everything. As the mission draws to a close, her memories are getting harder to piece together, but she knows one thing - her little sisters cannot go to the Red Room. Layla will do whatever she can to save them, including praying to gods she doesn’t believe in.

blow a kiss, fire a gun (we all need someone to lean on)

The shower was icy cold as she stepped under the spray, her body flinching instinctively. The water ran red and only then did she let herself cry, scrubbing at herself with the soap.

The child had been six. The same age as Yelena when they were taken. In that moment, when she’d slit the boy’s throat and blood had sprayed everywhere, she saw her baby sister staring back at her.

OR moments of natasha washing off blood, and how she realises she's not alone

i will look for you as the sun rises higher

She hadn’t meant to do it. She really really hadn’t.

The breath was knocked out of her lungs as the gun fired again, her finger accidentally pressing the trigger. She screamed, throwing the gun away as fast as she could.

And-

She didn’t mean to. She really didn’t, and she didn’t know what to do-

OR children make mistakes and accidents happen. when your children are widows, accidents tend to be more fatal

if i could start again a million miles away (i would keep myself, i would find a way)

Being different in the Red Room wasn’t allowed. In fact, it got you killed.

Natasha had always helped her when she didn’t understand things, when kids would laugh at her for being unable to tie her laces, or for only talking about My Little Pony. She wouldn’t tease her, just patiently help her learn the skill (or do it for her, if Yelena was being honest). She’d always play with her and make sure she understood what was going on.

And now she was alone. The first time Yelena tripped because she couldn’t do up her laces she was hit around the face so hard the world spun.

She learned fast after that. You are not enough. Yelena is weird and different and that is bad.

OR moments of yelena's life of growing up up in the red room whilst being autistic, plus all the things that came later

we are the reckless, we are the wild youth (chasing visions of our futures)

By the time Peter was nine, he was very aware that he wasn’t like the other kids. He asked May about it and she said he was autistic, which wasn’t a bad thing, it just meant he saw the world differently. Peter wasn’t sure he fully agreed, because if it wasn’t a bad thing why wouldn’t anyone be his friend?

Then Tony Stark became Iron Man and Peter had never been more excited in his life.

Tony Stark made technology and was a superhero! Ben helped him get lots of books from the library because he decided he was going to be an engineer and a scientist and a superhero all at once too.

OR peter's never spoken, which is fine by him, even if he desperately wants to fit in. his life is fine and he's going to be an engineer-scientist-superhero just like tony stark!

then his uncle ben dies and it's his fault. may makes him promise not to be a superhero. so his plans kinda fall apart until he gets powers.

because really, it would be dumb if he didn't help people?

he couldn't save ben. maybe he could save everyone else

you'll change your name or change your mind, and leave this fucked up place behind (but i'll know, i'll know)

Natasha promised that she’d do anything for Yelena and protect her forever. And Yelena knew that was true, because Nattie had always protected her. She always would. Plus, you couldn’t break a promise.

Nothing bad would happen to her if she was with her big sister.

OR natasha and yelena stopped being sisters after she let them go back to the red room. natasha just never thought to tell yelena that

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STRANGER THINGS

series:

hey kids, into dust together:

what if joyce and hopper never came back? what if the babysitters were thrust into responsibility they never expected?

if you changed anything, would you not have survived? (you're alive, you're alive, you're alive)

hopper and joyce never returned from the russian base. what started as a joke of being babysitters thrust steve, robin, nancy and jonathan suddenly find themselves thrust into looking after all the kids as they navigate the grief from all the people lost.

it doesn't help that everything seems to be getting worse again, that the upside down may not be fully gone. it doesn't help that they can barely afford to look after anyone, let alone make sure the law doesn't get involved. it doesn't help that feelings between people in the group may be more complex than first thought.

but maybe, everything is going to be okay. maybe this year is their year, right?

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STAR WARS:

general fics/oneshots

when the shadows fall your light will still burn brighter

He is Lukka Sky-Walker, Ekkreth, freedom and the slave who makes free. He knows his name.

She is Leia the krayt, the dragon who gives them a moment of peace. She does not know this name.

OR

a voice has been calling leia for as long as she can remember, telling her she's abandoned her people. it takes her many years to work out that voice is calling her to tatooine to free the slaves. after efforts the usual way fail, she resorts to extreme measures to fulfil her destiny - or whatever this voice is. she will free tatooine, no matter what it takes.

this is how the empire falls.

i need freedom now and i need to know how to live my life as it's meant to be

At nineteen, Padmé Naberrie has her life under control. As padawan to Qui-Gon Jinn, she gets to travel the galaxy helping people. As lineage sister to Obi-Wan Kenobi, she has an inbuilt best friend and someone to help stop Qui-Gon causing mass disturbance. When the three of them depart on a mission to Kamino, she doesn't expect anything out of the ordinary.

Then, of course, her world collapses with the discovery of the clone army. As the galaxy dissolves into war, she finds an unlikely ally in Anakin Skywalker, a revolutionary from Tatooine who helped to lead his planet to freedom from the Hutts. Now trying to help a clone revolution and fight a war, Padmé makes up her mind to find the Sith who started all this.

Inevitably, this will either destroy the Republic or destroy her. She hasn't quite worked that out yet.

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GOOD OMENS:

general fics/oneshots:

secretly bleeding my heart out to you (i am making the best of a bad situation)

Crowley had kissed him.

Aziraphale had realised he loved Crowley in 1941. Which was stupid, because Aziraphale couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t loved him. He’d met Crowley - then an angel - whilst he created the stars. The most beautiful, wondrous things he’d ever seen. There was so much care, so much love, so much Crowley in every single one of them. He’d seen Crowley and that had been that.

Aziraphale hadn’t expected Crowley would ever love him back. Perhaps one day, when the time was right, Aziraphale would have told him. But that time would never come, because he’d managed to ruin everything.

He just wanted Crowley to be safe. He just wanted to make the right decision.

OR turns out, the supposed goodness of heaven is not a good as crowley. realising this in a lift on the way to become supreme archangel, however, is possibly the worst timing one can have this revelation. fixing this is quite simple: introspection, heresy and an well-timed rainstorm

THE OWL HOUSE:

series:

A Curse Shared AU:

Lilith cursed her sister Eda when she was 17. By the time she was 40, she had fought Emperor Belos, infiltrated the Emperor's Coven and started a rebellion with her sister. How did this happen? And how much does this change the fate of Boiling Isles?

I've lost it all (I'm just a silhouette)

Eda was always the one to protect Lily, to keep her safe, even though she was younger. Not that Eda found school easy, oh no. But in the same way Lilith found school impossible, Eda managed to find friends

OR, how hard it is to be autistic in school

What do you want me to say (when I can't tell you the truth?)

how Lilith went from cursing her sister, to starting a rebellion against Emperor Belos with her

The wrong step would be not to start this exodus

how did eda and lilith start the rebellion, anyway?

But I promise you I'll keep you safe

how did they get to the point where eda makes sure they always have griffon eggs, because luz can eat so little?

Please don't say you love me

what if Lilith and Eda had reconciled earlier, splitting the curse years before Luz came to the Isles? What if they'd started a rebellion together, fighting against the Emperor's Coven?

Amity needs an escape from her parents after disaster strikes. Will a promise made long ago help her? Did Lilith truly abandon her?

Ah yes, good etiquette demands (I remain soft and accessible in the face of my own ending)

Others at school seemed to have a different life to her, though. She didn’t know anyone else who looked after their siblings. If they cried, they went to their parents, and they would help them. If Emira went to her parents, they’d tell her to grow up - she was nine, for goodness’ sake. But that was fine - she was the oldest. She was meant to look after her siblings. Her Mum and Dad were doing this for their own good, like when they made them get top grades and gave them special necklaces that their Mother could communicate through. It was because they loved them.

You've ruined the colour green for me

how the Blight twins were affected by Amity leaving, and how they too came to live at the Owl House

Are you tired of me yet?

the Blight kids settle into living in the Owl House. There are many meltdowns, and they learn they aren't failures for existing. There is far too much hair dying. And a plot against the Emperor's Coven is hatched

The devil's after both of us

Luz and Amity go on a trip to the Emperor's Castle, with disastrous results

All my nightmares escaped my head (bar the door, please don't let them in)

Luz struggles with nightmares, and the Blight children don't understand the Owl House is safe (yet). but at least they have each other, and Eda and Lilith are happy to be parents

Won't you stay with me, my darling?

Eda was sixteen when she first kissed Raine, twenty-four when they broke up, thirty four when they rekindled their friendship. And now here she was at forty-two, running after them through the woods because they loved her.

Capture the wild things and bring them in line (and own what was never your right to confine)

it's been just over a week since Luz, Amity, Ed and Em saved the Clawthorne sisters from being petrified. It's near impossible to get work, and rebellion numbers are falling as the Emperor's Coven rounds up more and more rogue witches. With everyone closing in around them, they have to do something - and fast. But how can they fight against a group that outnumbers and overpowers them? Who is this Golden Guard, who seems to bother them at every turn?

And what happens when one of their own is caught?

This is just a bump in the road (and I promise I'm trying)

emira wakes from a nightmare, and lilith comforts her

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AMPHIBIA:

general fics/oneshots:

there's something in the water that makes me love you like i do

a collection of small moments after sasha and marcy surprised anne on her birthday, ten years later

i could even learn how to love (like you)

Marcy was seven years old when they were adopted by Olivia and Yunan.

Now they're fifteen, running across the country with their best friends, Anne and Sasha, to find adventure and freedom. Sasha promised them adventure, and Marcy can't wait to have some with their favourite people in the world.

It seems almost too perfect when they meet Andrias, a video-game developer who's blown away by Marcy's skills and wants them to work for him.

But what happens when tensions arise between the three of them? And is Andrias all that he seems?

#my masterlist #hold my hand tight we'll make it another night #marvel #amphibia #the owl house #star wars #fanfic #good omens #good omens spoilers

[kkeidawrites]

KNY: S&C

Chapter 9: Rehabilitation

After eating their meals, the twins decided that they should take a bath. Four days have passed while they were on the road and they only had time to fully bathe in the river close to a smaller village, other than that they would use a separate water skin to wash up until they arrived here at the Corps.

Walking to the bathing chambers in their guest house with fresh clothes under their arms and some silk cloths on their hair.

Sliding the door to the hot springs, the twins stepped inside and went over to the small benches to place their belongings down. Changing into matching robes, the twins make their way to the onsen, the steam from the hot spring blew into their faces, surely frizzing up the escaped curls of their hair.

Lounging lazily in the hot spring, the women quietly basked in the warmth of the water being sure to wash thoroughly and talk through their next move.

“We should go and see Tanjiro; I’m surprised to see him here before us.” Amara says and Aicha hums in agreement.

“Urokodaki-san did say that boy had potential, I won’t be surprised if he will be the one to end this demon era.” Aicha responds.

“Now that, I’ll be impressed with.” Amara chortles.

Sinking further down into the springs, Aicha fixes the scarf on her head and looks up to the sky with a sigh.

“Have you thought about it?” Aicha asks and her twin gives her a confused look.

“Hmm?”

“What the stone Hashira asked: what will you do when the war is over?” She asks her sister.

Amara gives it some thought and quite frankly…she didn’t know herself. She just gave an answer because it felt like the right thing to say at the time.

“Of course I want to live as long as I can when all this is over but…I guess in my own way, I am ready for whatever happens.” Amara says truthfully.

Amara turns to her sister now, her face hardening in a stoic manner.

“I do say this, if something were to happen to me…keep going.” Aicha frowns at her proclamation.

“Amara-“

“Swear to me.” She demands.

“Swear to me, that you will keep going with our mission. See it to the end with no fear.”

Amara watches as her twin searches her face for a moment, then nod.

“Very well sister. In turn, you will follow the same vow.” Aicha said and Amara nods.

“Of course.”

Soaking for a couple more minutes, the siblings get out of the hot springs and take a shower.

Leaving the bath house, the twins walked back to their quarters dressed down in their new kaftans they bought a few days ago. The merchant they bought them from was known for having foreign related merchandise and to find these kaftans was one in a million.

Sliding the door open, the twins stepped inside and put their dirty clothes away in a nearby hamper.

“Should we go meet Tanjiro and Nezuko in a couple of hours?” Amara asks.

“That sounds good to me,” Aicha stretched her back until she heard a satisfying pop and sighed blissfully. “Those hot springs have made me tired and a nap would be perfect right now.” She says.

“Alright, nap first, then Tanjiro later.” Amara says.

Aicha falls onto the rolled out futon and buries her face into the cold pillow, moaning tiredly.

Amara followed suit onto the futon beside her sister and released a breath of relief. They are quick to fall asleep for a much needed nap.

Three hours later…

Aicha is the first to wake and stretched her back, popping a few muscles and sighing in relief.

Standing, Aicha made her way to the shoji door leading out the house and opened it to see the brown haired woman servant standing there her hand in a fist to knock.

The woman is quick to place her hand back by her side and bows at the waist to Aicha.

“Please excuse me Miss but, I was told that you and your sister were to meet with Lord Ubuyashiki later on tonight, after the sun sets.” She says and Aicha looks at the woman trying to register what was said.

“He…what? Did he specify anymore as to what he wanted?” Aicha asked and the woman suddenly grew panicked.

“Oh, I cannot ask such a thing to Lord Ubuyashiki, I am just a servant!” The woman bleats and Aicha raises a brow.

“Alright, calm down, I just asked. We will be there.” She tells the woman and the servant gives a polite smile bowing again and turns to leave.

“Oh! One more thing,” Aicha calls to the woman and she turns to address her again.

“Yes?”

“What’s your name? I’m assuming that you will be helping us around here for the time being, might as well get to know who you are.” Aicha smiles and the woman blushes.

“O-Oh, my name is Aiya, Miss.” She says and Aicha waves at her way of formality.

“Please, there’s no need for the formalities, it’s unnecessary. Just call me Aicha.” Aicha watches as the woman begins to panic again and waves her hands in refusal.

“I-I couldn’t do such a thing Miss! I could get in trouble!” Aiya squeaked and Aicha gives a pout.

“Hmm, well, I won’t make you do anything that will be uncomfortable for you but, the offer still stands.” Aicha watches as Aiya nods and bows again.

“Oh shit, one more thing I’m sorry,” Aicha chuckles.

“Where is the infirmary located? Where they took Tanjiro?” Aiya raised a brow.

“You mean…the boy with the demon?” She asks and Aicha nods.

“Yes.”

“I do know that they took him to the Butterfly Mansion. But I’m not sure what room he is recovering in.” Aiya thought for a moment and hummed in concentration.

“Shall I ask the staff of the mansion to get such information? I can guide you to the mansion.” Aicha shook her head.

Aicha heard the sound of her twin stirring awake and looked over her shoulder to see her sister stretching.

“No, I wouldn’t want to trouble you. I’m sure we can figure out where it is. Thank you Aiya.” Aiya smiles and bows once more, finally leaving and Aicha slid the shoji door closed.

Aicha walked back over to where she was sleeping and folded up her futon neatly, setting it in the corner.

“Who was that?” Amara asks groggily.

“Apparently, we have been summoned by Lord Ubuyashiki later on this evening. We should go see Tanjiro and Nezuko beforehand.” Aicha says as she knelt down next to her sister. Amara rubs her eyes, groaning tiredly.

“Okay, just give me a minute.” Amara mutters. She then takes her covers and pulls it over her head to lay down and go back to sleep.

“Amara, come on, get up.” Aicha nudges her sister and Amara sighs.

“I am up. Just wait a minute.” She said.

“I know this game, get up!” Aicha pushes against her sister’s shoulder and Amara groans in irritation.

“Okay!” She says annoyed and throws the blanket off her body.

Aicha stands to her feet and walks over to the wash basin and pitcher sitting in the corner of their room. Pouring the water in the basin, she takes a wash towel from the small closet nearby, and dips the towel in water.

Rubbing her face and neck, Aicha cleans off any possible sweat and drool from her upper body.

Amara finally stands to her feet and pushes her hair back from shielding her face.

“Where’s Tanjiro?” Amara asks.

“At the Butterfly Mansion. I’m assuming it’s the building down the road from here. I think we walked by it before we made it to the corps.” Aicha said.

“Alright,” Amara slowly walked to the closet where the towels were and grabbed one as well, dipping it in water to wash up.

Thirty minutes passed and the women have changed into kimonos they found sitting out in front of their door.

The twins make their way down a narrow path where the Butterfly Mansion led to after asking a passerby which way to go. As they approached the Butterfly Mansion, they saw many kakushi bussing in and out of the building.

They walked into the main entrance of the building being sure to stay out of the way of the people working until they were approached by a young girl, holding folded clothes.

She looked no older than 11 or 12 with light skin and a set of circular, black eyes. She had shoulder-length black hair with thin bangs framing her face, along with two pink butterfly clips on each side of her head.

“Hello, we are friends of Tanjiro and Nezuko, can you tell us what room they are in?” Amara asks.

The girl blinks twice in confusion then gives her a smile with a nod.

“Yes, please follow me!” She says cheerfully.

Following the young girl, who they found out was named Kiyo, the three took at least five turns through the halls of the Mansion until they reached a door.

Knocking, Kiyo excused their disturbance before she opened it and peaked in first. Her head rounds the corner of the door and then comes back out to smile at the women.

Pushing it open, Kiyo motioned for the women to enter and they thank her for help as they stepped in the room. Taking in the smell of antibiotics and fresh gauze, the twins look over to see three beds lined up next to each other, each filled with a body.

Their eyes finally landed on the last bed where they saw the memorable red haired young boy. He was sipping from a cup, from what they could smell was broth and possibly medicine. They smiled and approached the bed.

“Tanjiro, I’m glad to see you are alright.” Aicha is first to speak as she sits next to the boy.

Dark red eyes raise in surprise and delight.

“Amara-san, Aicha-san! I’m glad you’re both alright.” Amara rubs his head affectionately.

“We’re not going out that easily kid. How are you doing? We didn’t get a chance to see you off when you went on your first mission in the mountains. Made us worry,” Amara said and Tanjiro laughed.

“I’m alright, I was injured after defeating the Lower Rank Five demon.” He shows them his bandaged arms.

“It was a difficult battle…but Nezuko and my friends helped me defeat the rest of the demons.” He says with a grin and the twins nod in approval.

“On your very first mission? Ha, I was right, you have grown stronger Tanjiro!” Aicha jovially exclaims and pinches his cheek.

Tanjiro’s cheeks burn red in embarrassment as Aicha releases his cheek and Amara placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Well we’re glad you’re safe, Tanjiro. And Nezuko? How is she?”

“Nezuko is okay, she’s recovering from the last battle.” Tanjiro’s eyes furrow in sadness as he looked down at his sheets. The twins notice the shift in the mood.

“Tanjiro? What happened?” Amara asked.

“The lower rank five had Nezuko held hostage and for a while I couldn’t cut through the threads he had as a demon art…his threads were literally cutting Nezuko to the point where her limbs would split and I…” his hands fists the sheets in frustration.

“I wasn’t fast enough to stop it from happening. I nearly failed to save Nezuko.” He says shamed.

“Tanjiro…” Aicha watches as the boy’s brow furrowed further between his eyes.

“You did not fail, and that’s the important thing. You and Nezuko are still here, going strong and will grow to be stronger and faster. If you think you’ve failed at that, then you’re wrong.” Aicha rubs Tanjiro’s head affectionately.

“And Nezuko knows that you are doing everything in your power to make sure she is turned back into a human, don’t ever forget that.” Amara chimes in.

“Yes but, I must work thrice as hard to ensure that I turn Nezuko’s back to normal because if I don’t I will not only let Nezuko down but Urokodaki-san and Giyuu-san as well.” He said.

“Giyuu-san?” Amara echoed.

“Yes, he was the one who referred me to train with Urokodaki-san. Now, I must do what I have to do that they will not commit seppuku.” He says.

“Tanji-“

“Ahhh!!! I can’t possibly drink this!” Everyone’s attention is shifted to the left as they watch a blonde haired boy move away from the two girls next to him. The shirt he wore didn’t fully fit his body as his arms were too short for the sleeves.

A young girl of average height, with deep blue eyes, straight black hair with a parted fringe, and twin-tails stands next to bed the blonde laid in with hands on her hips. She wears two blue butterfly clips to keep her twin-tails in place. Kiyo is by her side watching the scene, awkwardly.

“We go through this every day, you have to take your medicine if you want to be back to normal.” The girl says annoyed.

“But it’s so gross! A person can only drink so much gross!” The blonde complains, snot built around his nose.

“Don’t come crying to me when your arms to grow back to normal!” The older girl says.

The blonde cries out in annoyance and shakes his head.

“Your friend, I’m assuming?” Amara asks with a raised brow.

Tanjiro chuckles nervously but nods.

“Yes, that’s Zenitsu.” Tanjiro says.

“Is he always…like this?” Amara asks as the blonde takes the cup from the blue haired girl. He takes a shaking sip of the medicine and gags.

“Um, yes.” Tanjiro chuckles again.

Finally drinking all of the contents in the cup, Zenitsu shivers in disgust until his eyes land on the twins, then over to Tanjiro.

“Tanjiro! When were you going to say that there were more beautiful women in the room! Trying to hog them to yourself? Huh?!” Zenitsu bellowed.

“Eh? Zenitsu what are you talking about-“

“I’m talking about the beautiful women sitting on your bed right now!” He says frustrated. Zenitsu goes on to talk more and more about how selfish Tanjiro was, and whatnot.

Amara jumps in surprise when she finally looked to her left to see a boar headed character lying in the bed.

“And this is…?” Amara points to the boar and Tanjiro smiles at that.

“That’s Inosuke, that’s not his real face, he’s wearing a mask.” Tanjiro explained.

They watch the boar head boy a moment and he sighs heavily, sinking deeper into the bed.

“Ooookay then.” Aicha quietly says then looks outside to see that the sun was slowly setting. She turns to her sister and motions that it was time to go.

“Your friends are certainly interesting characters, Tanjiro. But, we have to get going. Our presence is needed elsewhere. We’ll be sure to come and check on you sometime later when we’re done.” Amara said and the boy smiles in understanding.

Bringing Tanjiro into a hug, Aicha whispered her blessings for his fast healing and smiled as she pulled away. Amara brought him into a hug as well and rubbed his head once more before standing with her sister to leave out.

“We’ll return as soon as we’re able. Get some rest.” Amara says and Tanjiro nods with a smile. Aicha waves as she follows her sister out of the hospital room.

“Oi, Tanjiro! We’re still not finished yet!” Zenitsu yells and then freezes up when his back starts to hurt. Zenitsu falls onto his bed with a whimper and Tanjiro looks on in confusion and worry.

#fanfiction #my writing #black!reader #kimetsu anime #kimetsu giyuu #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #hashira x reader #black writer #anime x black!reader #anime x black reader #black reader x anime #black!reader x kny

[themythscometolife]

The Crane Wives: “Coyote Stories” Sentence Prompts

“When I was a child, my nerves ran wild.” “Nothing worth doing comes easy.” “No amount of fear will keep you safe.” “What if the step I take turn out to be mistakes?” “I loved you like the sun.” “I swear I didn’t mean what I said.” “You caught me in a moment weak.” “Sometimes I just can’t help myself.” “Are we allies or enemies?” “Do we bow out and take our separate roads?” “All is fair in love and ware, but I can’t fight with you anymore.” “But now my love is gone and I am left unraveling.” “I never knew that I needed you.” “I once loved a man who kissed me once before he left.” “I’m trying to make something of myself.” “I’m one deep breath away from a breakdown.” “The world is hostile, and I’m fragile and I need someone to kiss the cuts and tell me to keep trying.” “Does everybody have it together or are we all pretending?” “Can we all admit that we don’t have it figured out?” “But we best get a move on, or the devil we will meet.” “Drop dead sprint, my darling, now.” “That monster’s coming and it don’t care for you or me.” “You can’t trust a single thing I say.” “Don’t look too hard, cause you won’t like the scars he left in me.” “And all these words are sweet and meaningless.” “No man should stand to work all of his days and have nothing at the end of them.” “I got no money but the change that jingles in my pocket.” “My papa taught be how to howl, how to bear my teeth and growl.” “The hand that feeds deserves to be bitten when it beats.” “I swear that I loved you.” “I hear something calling me.” “Leave me weakened and dig my hole.” “But try as I might, I couldn’t bring myself to hold you.” “There are times where I still wonder about you.” “You are someone I have loved but never known.” “You’ll never see the reasons I had for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you.” “I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel.” “Do you ever think of me and my two hands?” “Sometimes I feel like I’m lost in a desert.” “I want to believe there’s something left for me.” “I want to kindle a love that doesn’t age.” “I want you to prove me wrong.”

#askmeme #{specify muse please} #rp sentence prompts #rp ask meme #rp ask prompt #the crane wives sentence prompts

[moss-flesh]

Here are some songs on my Solavellan playlist that make me feel like

for having thought of them, and some of my favorite/thematic lyrics from them. Some of them just fit how i think my lavellan or solas felt.

• Pretend.Relive.Regret by Emarosa

“Take me all this way, And tonight you can stay .

Cuz you know what it feels like. When you've gotten so cold on the inside. Walking away.

And I... I will move on.

And I will move on.

I will move on.

I will move on.

Cuz it takes a while to stop waiting up

To get over the need, your loss, wasting time with you.

But I'll take a life for you

To spend my life with you,

And in the end you always leave.”

• The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

“I could have been anyone, anyone else

Before you made the choice for me

My feet knew the path

We walked in the dark, in the dark

I never gave a single thought

To where it might lead…

The moon will sing a song for me

I loved you like the sun

Bore the shadows that you made

With no light of my own

I shine only with the light you gave me”

• Big God by Florence + the Machine

“Well, you can never know

The places that I go

I still like you the most

You'll always be my favorite ghost

You need a big god

Big enough to hold your love…

Shower your affection, let it rain on me

And pull down the mountain, drag your cities to the sea”

• Love Love Love by Big Thief

“Underneath love

Avoidance and pride

I look you in the face and lie

I tell you I want your love

You're the cigarette in my fist

You are so hard to resist

I can't help but breathe your love…

I'm dreaming of release, my love

Release my love, my love…”

•Delete Forever by Grimes

“Lying so awake, things I can't escape

Lately, I just turn 'em into demons.

Don't you tell me now that I don't want it. I see everything. I see everything.

But I did everything, I did everything

White lines on a mirror, then a song.”

• Savior Complex by Phoebe Bridgers

“You want blood and I promised

I'm a bad liar

With a savior complex

All the skeletons you hide

Show me yours, and I'll show you mine”

• Somebody That I Used to Know by Elliott Smith

“I watched you deal in a dying day

And throw a living past away

So you can be sure that you're in control

You're just somebody that I used to know”

•Wolf by Now, Now

“I would kill to be your clothes

Cling to your body and hang from your bones

But I could make a mark If you would let me start

I would kill to be the cold

Tracing your body and shaking your bones

But I can't sleep at night

I can't sleep at night”

• Allies or Enemies by The Crane Wives

“What happens now? Do we have another go? Do we bow out and take our separate roads?

I’ll admit I’ve had my doubts

But I want to be let in, not out

Are we allies or enemies?

This will be the death of me

This will be the death of me

All is fair in love and war, but I can’t fight with you anymore

This will be the death of me”

• Atrophy for Lethargy by Wayne Szalinski

“My face has grown old, my face has grown old

I'm sick to the stomach and I made it so

My mind has grown old, my body's necrosed

My muscles are atrophied and I made it so

My heart has grown cold, my heart has grown cold

I am a monster and I made it so”

#lmao i will continue to add as i find more #solas #solavellan #solasmance #solamancer #fen harel #dragon age #oc: adahlen lavellan #adahlen lavellan

[void-chara]

Allies or Enemies by The Crane Wives is sooooo lawlight. Specifically L POV directly after Light regains his memories

“Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me

Remember when I could tell you not to smile when you were mad? And you would always crack And we’d both be laughing in the end Now you’re not so quick to forget”

Like AUGH. yep! Not sure what’s gonna happen next, who’s gonna do it, is he gonna die? He knows that someone’s not getting out of this alive. Is he dying literally? Or a metaphorical death of like. If you were here when I discovered phantoms by mariana’s trench know I’m obsessed with like. Them still “dying” when they have to go on living without each other. and like. The remember part being L reminiscing on when he and light. Well. They didn’t get along. But they had to work together and clearly they got along well enough to share a living space for however many months. Whereas now light remembers being Kira again. And so he’s not intentionally acting different but L can tell, L can read him to know how he holds onto resentments more, how he remembers more. OUGH. AUG. OW. I’m hurting myself. Actually wait I started in the middle but let’s go over the beginning too.

“The words I speak are wildfires and weeds They spread like some awful damn disease I swear I didn’t mean what I said I swear I didn’t mean it

Now listen close, you owe me ears for dropping eaves Forget it all, you caught me in a moment weak Sometimes I just can’t help myself Sometimes I can’t help myself at all”

You have to stretch your imagination a bit but this is very rain scene and a bit foot scene. You know from the anime, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t in the manga but idk I haven’t gotten to that part of the manga yet. Anyway! L being unsure of his words and thoughts, a moment of weakness, Very much that part of ep 25 when they’re on the rooftop in the rain and also a bit L in the infamous foot scene, though it’s not quiiitee right for that. Or we’ll everything is good for that but like there’s not Enough for that. There’s a lot going on there. But that’s what the rest of the song is for! Ok now back where we left off at the start of the post.

“Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me This will be the death of me All is fair in love and war, but I can’t fight with you anymore This will be the death of me”

Aaaaa. He wants to stop but he knows if he does he’s dead. He wants to just keep playing his games with Light, but he knows they’re at the finish line, if they keep playing they will reach the end and someone’s gonna die. He doesn’t want to stop playing, but he either stops now and whatever Kira is planning takes him out, or he keeps going an either he dies anyway or light does. The game is ending soon but he just wants to keep going, but he can’t, he can’t fight with light much longer, and he’s not even sure whether he wants to, if that’s the game he even wants most, but it’s the only one he has and there’s no other options. Someone’s gonna die and it’s probably gonna be him.

“What happens now? Do we have another go? Do we bow out and take our separate roads? I’ll admit I’ve had my doubts But I want to be let in, not out But I want to be let in, not out”

he’s not sure what’s gonna happen next. He’s not sure what he wants to happen next. he’s had his doubts about the Kira case before, but now he knows he’s right, and he doesn’t wanna stop just cause he’s confident he’s right, because he knows there’s more, he knows they’re more to see and understand, things he’s never even considered possible, and he wants to know and understand everything. He needs to know everything there is to know about Light and Kira, and he’s not sure which intrigues him more, but he’s not ready for there game to stop, for them to part ways. But he knows they will, he’s to smart to think this ends any other way. One of them is dying. He knows himself, and he knows Kira, and so he knows that this cannot end with both of them still standing.

I’m obesssedd with them!!! New song for my lawlight playlist aw yeah. Also the song is really good I’m gonna listen to more of the band this is pretty cool

#lawlight #death note #l lawliet #i love talking about the characters but due to The Issues (disabilities) it is very difficult especially in writing #So I’m glad that apparently drawing convoluted connections between the characters and music is a good way to get my brain to actually work #I think it’s somethzing about having a prompt or guide to follow. An canon is still a guide to follow but it’s a lot longer #whereas a song I can reread the lyrics over and over to remind myself what I was thinking #And the audio also acts as a memory cue. #It’s similar to how I can write many paragraphs on a fanfic but again I struggle with doing the same for canon unless I’m talking to someon #idk. My brain is weird and it hates me a bit but as I’ve grown up I’ve gotten better at working with it an im thinking about that right now #And it makes me really happy to see how I’ve grown