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beyondglass · 10 months

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Pinto

“It’s not your fault, Pinto.”

Huh?

Where am I?

“It’s not your fault” she repeats, clicking her pen.

The room is white, or maybe it’s bright? I can’t tell.

She is sitting in a cushy chair and is looking at me through glasses. She looks middle aged, forty maybe? She has kind eyes and that makes me feel a bit more relaxed.

“I’m sorry, what’s not my fault?”

Her kind eyes look sad.

“It’s normal to have a sort of amnesia after these sorts of things happen” she explains.

What sort of things? I wonder.

“Okay, let’s start at the beginning. What are you?”

I look down.

“I’m a stuffed animal, obviously.” I don’t mean it to come out sharp but it just does.

“Yes, you are. But what kind of stuffed animal?”

“I think I was supposed to be a cat? Or maybe a cute demon of some kind? I honestly could never tell if these points on my head are supposed to be ears or horns. I was made as a gift by her grandma but, let’s face it, Nonna didn’t know how to sew.”

She chuckles and it isn’t a mean laugh about my messed up stitches or the stuffing that’s poking out of me. It’s a nice laugh.

“Do you remember why Nonna made you?”

“Yeah, as a gift. I just said that.”

“But a gift for what?”

“When she was born, her Nonna wanted to create something to protect her only granddaughter. I was given to her in the hospital.”

“Protect her?”

“From monsters. She didn’t specify what kind. Just after she was done with my last stitch, she whispered ‘protect my baby’ and that was that. That was my job.”

She purses her lips. I don’t even know why I’m telling her all of this, I don’t even know who she is. Is this therapy? Stuffed animal psychiatrist? Where I came from humans didn’t even understand toys like me, let alone have full conversations.

“Can you tell me who she is? Can you tell me her name and what you remember about her?”

“Ruthie. Her name was Ruthie.”

“Ruth?”

“Ruthie.” I correct her.

“Ruthie.”

One beat.

Two beats.

“So what do you remember about her?”

What do I remember?

“She was pretty, like in a genuine way. And her hair was curly and it would frizz if she brushed it. And she had a wonderful smile that made you think it was all going to be okay and-“

“How old was she?”

“What?”

“When you last saw her, how old was she?”

“Ten. She was ten years old.”

“Have you started to remember?”

She’s stopped writing on her clipboard and is watching me intently. What do I need to remember?

She was ten years old.

She was beautiful.

I was supposed to protect her.

She was bad at singing but loved to do it anyway.

It was my job to protect her.

I look down. When did I get so dirty?

She had always kept me so clean but now it looked like I had rolled in dirt.

I wondered if she would be mad that I had gotten so dirty.

“Pinto, its okay if you don’t remember. Don’t force it.”

“What do I need to remember?”

She looks back at her notes.

“What is your last memory of her?”

My last memory of her?

I don’t even remember my last memory of my own life before ending up in this therapists office.

“She was going to school, I guess?”

“You guess?”

Yeah that’s right.

I had thought about playing hide and seek as us toys love to do. The perfect spot from under the bed was calling my name but I had decided not to at the last minute. She was already running late.

Bye Pinto! She had her signature toothy grin and her curls bounced around her head. See you later!

Did I see her later?

I look down. I don’t know where all of this dirt is coming from but its piling on the floor now. I try dusting myself off but it just clings to the fabric that created me.

“What do I need to remember?” I ask again, more firm this time.

She looks down at her lap again.

“There was an incident at her school that day Pinto.”

An incident? No that cant be right.

“A boy had found his father’s gun.”

She looks at me.

No.

“He was showing it off to his friends when-“

She’s lying. I was supposed to protect her.

“Pinto it was an accident.”

She was ten years old, she couldn’t even lift a gun.

I look down. The dirt has reached about half way up my body. It feels like it’s suffocating me.

All of a sudden, the room is too bright, my stuffing is too thick.

I was supposed to protect her. That was my one job.

“If I had played hide and seek with her she would have missed her bus. She wouldn’t have even been at school, right?”

“Pinto it’s not your fault.”

I remember in the days following, all of us toys wondered where she had gone. All of the others kept asking me even though we all shared the same room.

Sometimes her mom would come in and hold me and we would rock back and forth while she cried. Ruthie had had a calm cry that made me want to comfort her in any way I could. Her mom didn’t cry like that. She had a wailing sob that almost sounded like screaming. Sometimes during those cries, her dad would walk by and I think we were both thinking the same thing during those times; would this woman please shut up?

After the first time the mom cried like that, the other toys started making up rumors about what had happened to Ruthie. She was sold to the circus, she ran away, she got hit by a car. I didn’t believe any of them. I knew I was going to get to see her again.

My suspicions were assumed to be correct when the mom came into the room again, not screaming this time but with tears silently falling down her face. She was dressed all in black which was weird for her; she always claimed to hate the color. She had picked me up and all three of us- the mom, the dad, and me- left the house.

It was an open casket funeral and right when we had walked in, the mom placed me in the coffin next to Ruthie. Her curls looked lovely as ever and it simply seemed like she was sleeping. From my position I didn’t get a good view of the funeral, but I got to hear everyone’s beautiful words. The mom and dad gave a heartfelt speech about their daughter and friends and neighbors talked about how wonderful she was to be around.

After the service, the lid on the coffin was shut and secured with me still inside.

I look back at the therapist.

She’s middle aged but there’s no mistaking the kind eyes.

The toothy grin.

The beautiful curly hair.

This isn’t right, she never got to be this age.

“You’re not real”

She smiles, “I know. But it was important that we went through this.”

I look down again and all at once I am back inside the casket, next to my best friend.

I don’t understand why I was put here, how am I supposed to spend eternity knowing I couldn’t protect her?

Maybe knowing that I had loved someone so fiercely makes eternity worth missing.

#short story #creative writing

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merlinssaggyyfronts · 3 years

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“didn’t say goodbye, now i’m frozen in time. getting colder.... colder.....”

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nagdabbit · 3 years

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MY GIRLFRIEND'S COMMENTARY WHILE WATCHING HER FIRST AEW PPV

"my entire fitness goal is hook's shoulder-waist ratio, but with taz's extremely dense neck."

"the funniest thing about wrestling is that this fucking company is trying to make something called a stadium stampede sound both cool, AND serious."

gf: "if you cry listening to a crowd sing judas again, im divorcing you." me: "so that means youre gonna marry me." gf: "i've been bamboozled."

about brian cage: "this man is a huge dork. like, literally, i could fit me in him."

"i dunno what it is, but i would die to protect mr. hangman. he hunk, but he also baby."

thoughtfully, "i bet i could just catch you out of the air like that. i mean, i can squat you, i could probably even curl you like that, too."

because she is deeply in wrestling twitter now: "HOOK! babe, look, its hook! hook hive, rise up!"

"what i love about this feud is that all these men are fuckin' idiots. no brain cells, just shoes and fwiendship."

"what do you mean their tag team isn't just the wild boys, wtf? missed opportunity."

"those kicks are ugly, but i would steal them, too, honestly." *thirty seconds of silence layer* "for you, babe. i'd steal them for you, i mean."

"jon, no, the germs, jon, jesus christ, please dont drink that jon you dumbass."

"i love eddie, but i'm pretty sure we should never hang out. too much extremely new york energy, we would get arrested in like ten minutes. possibly less."

"diorsday device is the funniest shit ive ever fucking heard, how goddamn sad is that."

"max caster is gonna get murdered, but i love him."

"i wish bowens and his extremely attractive boyfriend the best in life."

"colt cabana and tay conti are tied for best smile in wrestling, but tay wins because i dont want colt to kick me in the face."

"penta is the only joker i formally recognize."

"today i found out that some people don't like stu and uno, and to them i say get entirely fucked."

after rush came out and i lost my entire shit: "i don't fully understand yet, but i support you." *one minute later* "oooooooooooohh. okay, yeah."

gf: "i enjoy that cody is pushing ogogo by being a dumb bitch with this america schtick." me: "you gonna say that when cody wins?" gf: "...fuck."

"ogogo got that guy ritchie movie ass music you love to see it."

"you were right about cody and i fuckin' hate it."

"aw yeah, its big boi season."

about miro: "i'm very gay, but the thing is, men with extremely jacked traps just do something to me."

"lance changed changed the color of his extensions and i appreciate that." *thirty seconds later* "are those... three crosses? tattooed on his back? jesus doesnt like murder, i don't think he likes murderhawks, either."

"britt baker is the only dentist i want in my mouth. no, wait, don't type that one!"

"oh, fuck, shidas getting teary i'm gonna fuckin cry, oh fuck, i get it now, i'm so sorry i made fun of you, i love her."

"oh fuck, shida knee me directly in the face."

"britt scares me. like the blood drip details on her gear are really cool, but i would legit believe its real blood from her."

"are you really crying about britt and the nice announcer man hugging?"

"hey, quick question, just real quick while ive got you here... why is the emo twink... like this?"

"darby's dad looks like my dad, and i'll never be okay with that."

"i like that darby just yeets himself around like that. he came in like a wrecking ball. a tiny, tiny wrecking ball."

"sting just tossing his son around the ring like that is very good, but, sir, that's bad parenting."

"the thing about sky and page is that these are the suburb guys i beat up at the beach on summer vacation. they have big "i robbed these guys at the pier" energy."

"damn, darby just feels his emotion with his entire face, doesnt he."

"okay explain the gambling thing and WHY it's a thing."

"orange rolling into the ring is so fucking good, that man is national treasure."

after me showing her the video of younger orange cassidy shitfaced and holding a fish for no reason: "i am shocked and appalled that you're only showing me this now."

after explaining the history of the jansport: "the range of this dumbass."

"i get that kenny is good and all, but his hair really fucks me up. it's upsettingly bad and i hope he knows that."

"pac is just. so much muscle. flippy beef man. a meateor." she did specify how to spell it for the joke because it was important.

"that man is a weeb, isnt he."

"something about a man breaking a hold by putting his hands in his pockets really gets me hype."

"fuck just murder omega and be done i hate this, put it on the beef man or the juicey boy already."

"babe, ill be right back i gotta murder this callis bitch."

screaming, "THAT'S MY FAVORITE REF, YOU UGLY FUCK!"

after kenny won: "i fucking hate wrestling, this is bullshit."

"holy fuck, babe, i forgot mark henry was a wrestle boy! i know him from the olympics!"

"hey, is mark henry bigger than large paul?"

"mjf is a dumb bitch and i love him."

"hey, quick question, who thought repelling down the stadium would look cool, they're so far away."

"there's wardlow, my sweet boy. this is cool now."

she laughed for a solid two minutes at tony schiavone saying, "here comes the little guy."

"i fuckin hate hager. kill him wardlow, kill that crispy maga ass bitch."

"okay what's with the chairs." *after a brief explanation of the chairshot heard round the world* "and, like, he can't just pick a new gimmick? it's been two years, bro. move on, shes not coming back."

"okay, i admit that this is great and i love it, kill that old man on the dancefloor."

upon learning this is technically the main event: "you mean it's over after this? theyre ending the show on THIS? not the triple threat match, this?"

"i just noticed mjf's bedazzled jeans, i'm not angry anymore, this is perfect."

"no, more wardlow. gimme the beef."

"christ, sammy guevara is kinda incredible and i'm fuckin angry about it. why cant inner circle be just sammy and santana and ortiz, fuck the other two."

"no, shut up! i refuse to sing along to this! whats wrong with you?! this is a bad song!"

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isolemnlyswear · 3 years

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hello! can i request a modern marauder (you pick) x popstar!fem!reader (while they're still in hogwarts) to the song breathin by ariana grande as if it were the reader's song? <3 <3

breathin

a/n : this is the most specified request i've ever gotten, so it's kinda shitty ! i really have never wrote anything like this - at all - and i didn’t know if the reader was meant to be a muggle or not ????????? so i made them not one. bc you’re anon i cant ask you questions abt your request, so next time please specify!

continued a/n : wow, this is interesting. i dont like it, but !!! hope u enjoy????

warnings : swearing, bad writing

taglist : @oldschoolkiddo @amourtentiaa @anchoeritic @faeinorbit @tomriddleswifey @inks-and-jinx @jxsperhxle @punkrific @the-gazette-of-tea @krasivayadarling @orifortheweeknd @fallin-4-ya @incxndio @daisyyy2516 @hoe4cedricdiggory @vsawyer1989

Remus sighed, glaring at the raven-haired boy beside him.

“What, s’gonna be fun!” Sirius grins, and the lycanthrope who’s refuting him simply laughs.

“Fun? Your idea of fun is a packed concert - full of muggles, nonetheless - for this...popstar woman?” Remus says incredulously, and Sirius raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, ho, ho, this is not any popstar, Moony. Plus, what else are we gonna do over the summer? Sulk around at your parents’ house?” Sirius grins again, and Remus lets out a sigh.

“The latter I can agree with. But who is this girl, anyway?” Remus inquires, and Sirius reaches into his back pocket to acquire his phone. Although Hogwarts doesn't allow modern technology, both Sirius and Remus have their own each for the summers. With how phone-centered the modern world is, they couldn't not.

He swipes through to find a picture of you - one obtained from your Instagram, which has over four million followers - and holds it up to Remus.

“Merlin,” he breathes, eyes scanning the image.

You're wearing a brown leather dress, the shoulders poking up just barely. Your hair is framing your face, legs tucked under you in a half-crouch, and you're looking into the camera with lips perfectly parted. It was one you took for the shoot of your newest album, and a particular favorite of yours.

“Gorgeous, right? She’s really talented, as well.” Sirius grins, looking at his best friend, who is unresponsive, with eyes glued on the screen. “Moony?” he waves a hand over the brunette’s face, who snaps out of his trance.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sure.” Remus says, blinking a few too many times.

“So, you up for it now?”

“Alright,” Remus replies, nodding at Sirius, who pumps his fists into the air with a grin.

“She's American, but doing a show in London in a few weeks,” Sirius informs, smiling.

“American, huh? How old is she?” Remus asks, settling back into the couch they're perched on.

“That's the best part. She's our age - just turned eighteen.” Sirius grins again, putting his phone away.

“Oh yeah? You say that like she'd notice us. Never gonna happen, Pads.” Remus smiles, shaking his head.

“Expect the unexpected, mon amie.”

---

You're fiddling anxiously with your fingers, hands out of use as someone else is doing your makeup, rather than yourself.

“Almost done, Miss L/N,” Madelyn, your makeup artist, says, brushing a soft highlighter over your cheekbones.

“Mads, I told you that you can call me Y/N. You only do my makeup every day,” you say, closing your eyes as the woman pats highlighter into your inner corner.

“And...” she mists your face with setting spray, “...Done!”

---

About four hours later, your back is facing the crowd that's piled into the venue, stage lights shut off as only the sounds of quiet murmurs and shuffling feet hit your ears.

And then, the lights come on with a thumping click, and you begin the routine that you've practiced time and time again.

The music to your first song, the least vocally challenging of the set, begins, and you turn around with a sway of your hips.

Holding the mic to your mouth, you begin a one-step, two-step rhythm, one that's second nature to you; your eyes survey the crowd, left hand reaching to flip your hair.

The tune changes, and the beat is faster, now, as the lights begin to flash and your voice, in a habitual fashion, changes to match. You stride out rhythmically to the center of the stage.

You crouch in a fluid movement, thankful for the coverage your outfit gives you. It's a black sparkling jumpsuit, bottoms being a high-waisted, glimmering fabric with two side flaps, connected at your stomach to a matching corset-like top.

After a few minutes of usual song/dance routines, followed by cheers from the crowd, you decide it's time for a crowd interaction. It's difficult, resisting the urge to pull out your wand and cast a silencing charm to get the group's attention, but you opt for speech, instead.

"Alright, alright, everybody," you say into the mic with a laugh, eyes scanning the crowd for someone to converse with.

There's one man - his ebony hair is swishing as he speaks - who's bouncing up and down like an eager dog, and you laugh.

"We all excited to be here? In London!" you say, garnering numerous cheers and screams from the group.

"I can tell you are." You walk over to the raven-haired boy, who's in front row, and crouch down. He'd previously cheered extremely loud, confirming his excitement.

The boy makes a loud whoop'ing noise, getting a laugh from his friend.

His friend.

You continue to speak, walking over to someone else, but now your eyes are glued on him.

He looks about your age, with beautifully disheveled sandy brown hair and chocolate eyes. He has numerous scars littering his face, some new and red, some older and whitening.

You can't help but wonder what the scars are from, and you feel a strange attachment to the boy, though you've never spoken before.

And after a while, it's time for your final song. About a thirds of the way through, at your favorite part, you meander back over to the boys.

You lean over, disguising your position as a simple concert move, but you're really staring into the brunette's eyes.

"You remind me of a time when things weren't so complicated." The words fall from your mouth effortlessly, and you're able to search the boy's eyes as you sing. There's a spark in them, a glimmer of light that pulls you in.

"All I need is to see your face." You sing, still singing almost directly to the brunette.

You need to see more of him, you suddenly think. And you continue to sing the song, but all that swims around in your brain is a plan. A plan to erase the mystery behind the boy.

The show comes to a close, but before everyone has left, you pull your manager aside.

"Hey, Martin, this- this is an odd request, but could you ask these two boys to come backstage? That sounds, um, interesting, but would y'mind-"

"What do they look like?" Martin interrupts you, and you sigh in relief.

"One has longer black hair, and the other... sorta sandy brown hair, and some scars on his face. Can you find them from that?"

"I'll try."

You nod and thank him, running backstage to your small lounge and bathroom to await your mysterious visitors, changing quickly into clothes that are more comfortable; a simple silk dress, in a y/f/c hue, and a sweater to go over it.

You fiddle with your wand in your hands, mentally berating yourself.

It was quite a reckless decision, really. It's not like you had a valid reason for inviting these people to such a VIP space such as this. Just because you feel some weird connection to one of them didn't mean you could disregard everything. These boys are probably muggles, and you are not. Merlin, you're getting shipped off to Scotland next year after being home-schooled by your magical parents for eighteen years - just in time for your last year of school -going to a boarding school called Hogwarts (which would be a PR nightmare, but your parents insisted you needed some 'real-life experience').

But amidst your train of thought, you hear a knock at your door - two taps, three taps, your manager's code that it's okay to open the door - and you shove your wand into your (enlarged via Engorgio charm) pocket.

You stride over to the door, fiddling with the hem of your sweater, and open it to see Martin.

"Here they are, Miss L/N." He steps to the side to reveal the two boys, the darker-haired male standing in front, and you refrain from gasping when he steps forward, allowing you full view of the other boy.

The scars on his face are glimmering in the light, and his eyes are warm, pulling you in with every glance. His hair is perfectly tousled, and he's tall, over six foot two, or so you'd guess.

"Come in," you say, stepping aside to allow them entrance. You nod to Martin, signalling him to leave, and he does so, shutting the door and leaving you with the pair.

"Holy shit," the raven-haired boy says, and you realize he's only slightly shorter, about an inch less.

You laugh slightly, gesturing for them to sit down.

"Why are we back here?" the shorter one says, and you smile. He's made himself comfortable, seemingly the more outgoing, but the other one is still standing awkwardly beside you.

"You can relax, I'm not interrogating you," you say, smiling at the taller boy, who seems to let out a breath. "Why don't you introduce yourselves, and then we can talk, okay?"

"I'm Sirius, Sirius Black." The boy runs a hand through his dark hair, grinning.

"Ah, like the constellation? Brightest star in the sky," you say, and he nods.

"I'm, um, Remus. Remus Lupin," the other boy says tentatively, offering a smile.

"Hi, Remus," you say, nodding. "I don't want to assume you know my name, I'm aware you're not American, but considering you're at this concert-"

"Of course, we know your name, we're British, not daft," Sirius says with a playful scoff, and you laugh. "You're Y/N."

"That I am," you say with a giggle, and Remus grins. Your heart stops for a moment, the world coming to a halt as his eyes meet yours.

Sirius clears his throat, and a blush spreads onto the apples of your cheeks. You gulp, looking down.

"So, you didn't answer my question," Sirius starts, tilting his head, but Remus kicks his shin.

"Pads, chill," he whispers, shaking his head. Sirius shakes his head, looking at you.

"It's fine, really. 'M not that interesting, no need to be uptight," you say, smiling again.

"I'd beg to differ," Remus breathes.

After what feels like no time at all, but is really three hours, you've gotten any and all formalities out of the way. Well, all but one - you're still unsure if they're muggles, and they don't know that you're a witch, either.

That is, until Remus gets up to go to the restroom, and something tumbles out of his pocket.

Your first thought is how did something that long fit in a jean pocket, but then you see what it is.

It's a wand, about ten inches, cypress wood, with a small bulb at the end of it. You gasp, and Remus goes pale, stumbling to pick it up.

"Is that-" you start, but Sirius cuts you off.

"It's nothing," he says quickly, but you shake your head.

"That's a wand," you say slowly, and Remus is wide-eyed, nervously fidgeting.

"It-"

"No, no, no," you say, reaching into the pocket of your sweater and pulling out your own. Sirius and Remus simultaneously gasp as you brandish it in your hands, and you grin.

"You're a witch?" Remus asks, jaw slack.

"You're a wizard?" you return, raising an eyebrow.

"Fuck yeah we are!" Sirius says, and you grin.

"What school?" Remus inquires, and you purse your lips.

"I was home-schooled, but this year - for my last one - I'm going to this school called Hogwarts? D'you know it?" you explain, garnering another gasp from the pair.

"That's where we go," Remus says, and your eyes light up.

"Really?!" you ask excitedly.

"Yeah! I guess you'll have some friends when you get there, at least," Remus assures, grinning.

"I bet Remus wishes you had a boyfriend to greet you," Sirius says, disguised with some coughs, and you blush. Remus kicks his friend in the shin again, and turns to you with a sigh.

"Sorry, he doesn't know what he's talking about," he says, and you raise an eyebrow.

"Does he not?" you ask flirtatiously, and it's Remus's turn to blush.

"Uh-"

"We'll just have to see, won't we?" you say with a mischievous grin, one returned by the sandy-haired boy in front of you.

#remus lupin x reader #wolfstar #sirius black x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin #remus lupin fluff #marauders

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nothinghcppens · 3 years

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when nothing’s said- fred weasley

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pair: fred weasley x slytherin!female!reader

summary: y/n has known the weasley twins since first year and wanted nothing more than to befriend the pair, but one of them wants nothing to do with her. never one to back down, she worms her way into their lives and captures the heart of fred, whether he likes it or not.

warnings: slight swearing, italics is memories

a/n: first hp fic!!! thank you for all the support on my marvel fics so far it means so much <333 i’m gonna start a taglist so message me if you want to be added! and specify if you want to be added to marvel, hp or both! also requests are open!

“wicked.” you heard the voices of fred and george weasley chant behind you. their voices still managed to boom over the loud chatter of zonko’s. they were looking at the new line of products that had been added to the shelves. you were in your last year at hogwarts and had been through your entire school career with the twins. however, you had a love-hate relationship with them.

being sorted into slytherin in your first year immediately made them dislike you, their deep rooted hatred for slytherins being the cause of that. you met on your first day, in the great hall before the sorting ceremony. you heard their murmurs about pranks and tricks they could play on each professor and a small smile crept on your face.

“oi! what you smiling at?” the one on the left asked, you later found out to be fred.

“i strongly suggest you don’t prank professor snape. that won’t turn out well on your behalf.” you replied. your parents were high up in the ministry of magic and were well respected individuals in the wizarding world. they had told you all about the professors at hogwarts and what to expect when you arrived.

“oh yeah? i don’t know about you fred, but i don’t think professor snape stands a chance against us.” the one on the right said, george, you now know.

“you’re absolutely right, george.”

“y/n y/l/n!” professor mcgonagall announced and you stepped up to the sorting hat.

“oh? a y/l/n? i remember your mother. you two are very similar. wow, i see. very cunning. very ambitious... slytherin!”

and that was all it took. that budding friendship, gone. it was more fred than george, well at least that’s what you seemed to notice. fred had a very sort fuse and could never seem to control his anger towards you, george seemed to tolarate you a little more.

you had many run ins with the them throughout your years in hogwarts, many of them to fred’s demise.

“hey george! you said you needed help with potions?” you called, jogging slightly to catch up with them.

“yeah, you’re like crazy smart at it and snape doesn’t like me.”

“snape doesn’t like anyone.” you stated.

“he likes you.” he replied.

“it’s only because she’s slytherin. he doesn’t care that she’s the smartest in our class.” fred complained.

“you think i’m smart?”

“everyone thinks that.” he said. you send him a confused look, did he just compliment you? “i mean, you like to rub it in everyone’s face that’s all.”

“ignore him. library after dinner?”

although the fred disliked you and george only spoke to you for help with potions, their friend lee jordan had a soft spot for you and you two actually got on very well.

“y/n!” lee called. he pushed through the crowds of children to where you stood near the entrance.

“hey lee.” you greeted with a smile, “where are dumb and dumber?”

“drooling over new products, what’s new?” he replied.

you chucked, “usual for them then.”

“who are you with?” he asked.

“uh, y/f/n. she’s looking for something to get her brother.” you explained.

lee nodded his head, “how about you two join us for some drinks at the three broomsticks?”

“hmm a chance to piss off the twins? how could i resist?” you teased.

“meet us there in like half an hour?” he suggested.

“of course. see you then.” you said, winking at him and leaving to find your friend.

you scanned the busy store in search for y/f/n, noticing her talking to adrian pucey.

“hey, y/f/n, adrian.” you greeted. adrian and your friend both smiled warmly at you.

“afternoon, y/n.” he said, “me and y/f/n were planning to head back to the common room, want to join us?”

“actually, lee just invited me to the three broomsticks. why don’t you come with us?”

y/f/n scoffed, “what? just to see you and fred bicker like a married couple the whole time? thanks but no thanks.”

“it’s not my fault he doesn’t like me! i’m only going to talk to lee anyway.” you explained.

“uh huh, sure you are.” she mumbled.

“oh shut up.” you said, laughing lightly.

“i need to pay for this stuff,” y/f/n stated, gersturing to the items in her hands. “you guys wait here and then we can walk you to the three broomsticks.”

you and adrian made conversation until she came back, robes pockets slightly bigger than before she left.

“shall we?” adrian said, letting you guys leave first.

the streets of hogsmeade were filled with excited students, snow falling on their heads. you wrapped your coat around you tighter, feeling the harsh breeze under it. the wooden sign of the three broomsticks came into view and you saw lee and the twins standing outside.

“well, i’ll see you guys later.” you announced, waving at the pair as you walked away.

you approached the trio of boys and greeted them, “good evening boys.”

“where’s y/f/n?” lee asked.

“oh her and pucey wanted to go back to the dungeons.” you explained.

“what the fuck lee? you said we were waiting for angelina.” fred spat.

“whoops sorry, must’ve forgot.” he joked with a large smile on his face.

fred groaned in annoyance and walked into the three broomsticks. “what’s got his knickers in a twist?” you asked.

“he just fancies you.” george replied, with a smirk.

“oh yeah, who wouldn’t.” you joked. you stepped into the dimly lit pub and swept your eyes across the busy tables. george came in behind you with lee and lead you to a table where fred sat with a scowl set on his face. him and lee went to get butterbeers for the table, leaving you two alone.

“hey sunshine.” you said, sliding in beside him. his mouth stayed shut and his eyes stayed trained on the empty booth in front of him. “you cant ignore me forever.”

“actually i can, sunshine. and i will.” he replied.

“merlin, you’re so dramatic. is this only because i’m an evil, muggle-born murdering, slytherin? or is there something else to it?”

he scoffed and turned his head to look at you. “oh come on! just because i’m a slytherin doesn’t mean i’m evil.”

“i’m pretty sure it does.”

you let out a shocked laugh, “grow up fred. i’ve never done anything to you. you’re the one that pranks my friends and i! and fair enough some of my house mates are wankers but me and y/f/n haven’t done anything to you.”

he opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it immediately. “i think you need to let go of this petty hatred towards me.”

“i think he does too.” lee announced as he approached the table with two butterbeers in his hands. him and george sat on the other side of the booth from you and slid two glasses across the table.

“he’s not one to back down easy is my brother.” george said.

“very stubborn so he is.” lee added.

“right that’s enough you two.” fred groaned, taking a swig of his drink.

“anyway, did you listen to that record i gave you?” lee asked you.

“yep, i’ve been listening to it on repeat. my roommates hate me for it.” you replied, chuckling.

“you like muggle music?” fred questioned.

“yeah it’s actually how lee and i became friends, he heard me whistling a song by queen and began singing along. since then we’ve been giving each other albums to listen to.” you explained. you took a sip of your butterbeer.

“wicked, what album was it he gave you recently?” he asked. out of the corner of your eye you saw george and lee subtly high five each other and begin having their own conversation.

“it was parklife by blur, it came out last year.” you said.

“i think i remember lee playing that one. when you give it back i’ll make sure to listen to it.”

you and fred spent the next hour bonding over your love for muggle music. you were surprised that he listened to so much and you guys actually had a very similar taste in music.

“do you remember professor lupin?” you asked. fred glanced over to george and smiled lightly.

“uh yeah, vaguely.” he replied with a laugh.

“well one time i was going to ask him for help with my essay on vampires and he was listening to david bowie! i mean i knew he was my favourite teacher but that just made me love him even more.”

“bowie huh? i can see that.” he said, nodding in approval.

“oi you two.” george stated, catching both your attention. “we’re gonna head back.”

“do you want to go?” you asked.

“you two go on, we’ll stay here for a bit yeah?” he replied, turning to look at you for confirmation. you nodded with a smile which fred returned.

george chuckled and winked at fred who just rolled his eyes. you watched the pair leave the pub and turned your attention back to fred.

“it must be fun having so many siblings.”

“it is, they’re so much fun to prank.” he chuckled. “want to go for a walk?”

“you want to go for a walk with me?” you asked with feigned shock.

“shut it, come on.” he grabbed his glass and finished the leftover butterbeer at the bottom before pushing you slightly to get you out the booth.

you slid out and grabbed your coat that you had abandoned earlier, putting it back on.

the cold air hit your face as you opened the door, fred stepped out behind you. he sucked in a breath, “bloody hell it’s freezing out here.”

“good solve detective.” you joked.

“being a cheeky bugger is my job.”

“well now you’ve got some competition.” you laughed and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as you walked down the main street. a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as the snow fell on the ground. the crunch of your shoes against the snow was all the could be heard.

questions began to flood your head, why was fred here with you? what made him change his mind? shouldn’t he hate you? surely talking about music wasn’t enough for him to get over whatever made him despise you?

“okay i have to ask.” you blurted. fred glanced at you and nodded, signalling for you to continue. “why are you here?”

he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“don’t you hate me? i feel like you shouldn’t be as nice to me as you are being right now, considering you avoided me like the plague from first year. i’m not sure what i did, but i’m just confused on how you seem to no longer hate my guts-“

suddenly his lips were on yours and you froze, he was kissing you? why? you pulled back in shock and looked up at him, glancing between both his eyes.

“why did you do that?” you asked.

“i don’t hate you. i never have. i was pissed off myself for liking you, for thinking you were beautiful.” he explained, “you are a slytherin and for some stupid reason that made me push you away.” he placed his hands on your arms, “i’ve been raised on the idea that slytherin’s are all evil and are all with them. but i know now, that’s not true. so i’m sorry.”

“merlin you are one soppy bastard aren’t you! i accept your apology don’t worry.” you said, “i knew you secretly didn’t hate me.” you smiled up at him.

“how could i? you’re a catch darling.” he replied with a smirk.

“anymore of that and my head will be bigger than yours.” you joked. “anyway, i believe i owe you something.”

“what?-“ you leaned up and kissed him before he got the chance to say anything else. he smiled against your lips and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. you lifted your arms up around his neck and laced your hands together.

fred pulled away first, breathing heavily. “wait till george hears about this. godric he’ll go mental.”

“he told me that you fancied me earlier, should’ve believed him.”

he chuckled and pressed his forehead against yours, “what’ll your family think when you tell them you’re dating a weasley?” he asked.

“woah, woah, woah. dating are we?” you teased.

“obviously, love. unless that’s not what you want.” he replied, placing his hand on your cheek and rubbing his thumb across your lips.

“i’ve wanted that since the moment you called me smart.”

“i wasn’t subtle at all was i?” he asked, cheeks going slightly red from embarrassment.

“not really now that i think about it. but i was oblivious.”

fred chuckled and pressed a soft kiss against your lips again, exhaling a laugh through his nose.

“can we continue this somewhere warm? i’m freezing out here.”

#fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #harry potter #fred weasley imagine #harry potter imagine #fred and goerge weasley

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taikanyohou · 4 years

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i heard that the stuff with pam is kinda different in the novel? can you explain?

hiii anon!! it is! in fact, novel! wat and pam's arc is probably the best thing about the novel in my eyes. its quite long winded but i'll summarise:

in the novel, her and wat talk over ig alot, which is how she gets introduced in the novel, which is where he told her that he and tine were in a relationship and dating, bc of how full wat's ig page is with photos of tine. since then, pam knew, and she was fully fully supportive of the 2!

she was never in love with wat. she was just wat's first crush, not first love.

wat didnt tell tine for a good few weeks that he would be meeting pam and his other high school friends. he didnt specify pam, and then, when he did, it was then that he said to him she was a high school friend, after ohm? or was it phuak? i cant remember, one of the 2, saw wat with pam and his other high school friends in a cafe and told tine. after that, wat would tell tine he'd be going to catch up with his high school friends. and thats where his insecurities began. he digs out pam's ig and sees who she is.

pam doesnt actually come to enrol at the university at all, i think, in the novel? there's none of that, which the show had.

tine, one night, kisses wat and tries to have sex with him, but wat says no, bc he knew tine has classes the next day so he didnt wanna tire him. tine took that as wat rejecting him. on the show, do you remember when tine said in ep 12 about how "we havent recorded a video of us singing in so long, we should do so?" and wat said "you're ill and its late. you should rest"? that was in direct reference to That scene in the novel. so had the show gone down the novel route, we would have seen tine initiate kissing wat and ask for more physical intimacy.

urm, so yeah, tine's insecurities build even more. until, long story short, he worries himself sick, gets admitted into hospital, and then wat brings tine home (despite tine refusing to go with him at first bc pam was at the hospital too since she was with wat), and then wat and tine Talk, which is the scene we saw in ep 12 where they hug (so, as you see, the show's timeline is v v v different from the novel's!), where tine compares himself to pam. the only difference is that in the novel, wat calls pam, and puts her on speaker, so tine can hear, and wat says to her "pam im gonna ask you a few questions bc my boyfriend wants to know." and then he asks her all the questions we saw tine ask wat on the show, and pam replies back in answer, the way wat did on the show. by the end of the convo, they make up again, and things are fine between them!

#faiza answers #2gether #2gether the series

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thetvmoviefan · 4 years

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CAOS Q&A Questions (In Order)

OKAY. Including ALL to most of the questions involving the show and book, so everyone can theorize about what the heck is going to happen in Part 3. But here’s most of the questions involving the show and book, that Sarah Rees Brennan was able to answer. A lot of the questions didn’t really specify if they were talking about the book or show, but we got something to speculate about.

1) If H/S will get back together in Part 3, She said something along the lines she’s not allowed to say anything. She did say she thinks there’s something for their shippers out there. She thinks.

2) If there will be a season 4 or 5: She doesn’t know, but hopes.

3) If Nabrina is okay? She says no because “Hell”, but they are thinking about each other A LOT.

4) Nick or Harvey: She loves them both and thinks they should be friends.

5) About Part 3: She can’t spoil, but she says there’s going be a fight in Hell for many things, but she excited for Zelda’s bit.

6) How much of the show is factoring in the books? They’ve been really good about factoring things and they’ve made up some spells together we might see in Part 3.

7) If there will be LGBT scenes: She says yes

8) How is the coven doing in Book 3 and the house being a full house: She says it’s such a full house and Zelda is tired of all of them. But Hilda is enjoying cooking for all of them. She also says the mortals and witches get to hang out. She says Harvey will make a witch friend or does he?

9) Favorite Nick and Sabrina moments? Her favorite moment is when Sabrina says she’ll do anything for love and Nick asks is he can watch. And now soon Nick’s going to see what Sabrina will do for him.

10) Should Nabrina shippers be worried about their fate in part 3 & 4: She says anyone who cares about any of these people should be worried because Hell, Prince’s of Hell, Queens of Hell and so much satan.

11) Exploration on Mary Wardwell and that she deserves love? She says she deserves love and she’s come back to a situation and maybe she’s not coping well with it.

12) If Ross will sing in Part 3, she says yes.

13) Caliban is going to be in book 3

14) If Zelda is getting a love interest, she says she deserves one and she’s excited for us to see Zelda in Part 3.

15) Theo has a POV in Book 3

16) If Nick will have some mental issues because of the Lucifer thing, she says Nick’s going to have a lot of issues. But since we last saw him she says he’s really brave and strong. And she says keep fighting Nick.

17) Mambo Marie is going to be helpful and she has very good taste

18) If there will be weird sister scenes she says yes.

19) Ambrose and Sabrina moments, she says they get reunited in Part 3 but in Book 3 Sabrina and Ambrose think about each other and Ambrose is “all I miss her and love her". And Prudence is grossed out.

20) If there is anything romantic with Caliban and Sabrina in Part 3? She says Sabrina’s very focused on Nick and Caliban doesn’t know what romance is but perhaps he could learn.

21) If book 3 will have more Nabrina scenes or a kiss between then: She says yes

22) She says it was fun to come up with Ambrose’s back story and we will get Nicks in Book 3

23) A song that reminds her about Nabrina, she says Caly rae’s Real Love

24) If part 3 will involve a lot of music, she says not to much but the mortals have a band.

25) About Sabrina being a cheerleader, yes we will see it and we will meet Lizzie the cheerleader who she really likes.

26) What song reminds her about H/S she says gateway love

27) If there are any lessons at the academy in book 3, she says that the academy is very different now.

28) Sex scenes: She says “Whose had it, whose going to have it, who maybe wants to have it and whom might get sacrificed”

29) Book 3 we’re going to find out a lot about Nick’s mom.

30) Roz and Harvey have scenes

31) If there’s a lot of Nabrina scenes in Part 3, she says yes

32) She thinks Lillith does deserve happiness but men and men in hell are getting in the way.

33) We get to see a new side of Zelda in Part 3

34) If we meet new witches in Part 3 and Book 3, she says yes and important ghost

35) What she can say about Caliban and Sabrina, she says he does one thing that makes her really like him, but aside she’s not happy cause he’s after lilith’s job

36) About Melvin, Elspeth and Agatha, we will find out about Elspeth’s crushes on two people

37) About Harbrina and Nabrina, she likes both and she wants Sabrina to have everything she wants.

38) Hilda or Zelda, she loves them both and she needs the balance. She talks about Hilda being her favorite and she didn’t like Zelda till she realized how much Zelda really loves Sabrina.

39) If Lilith gets to to bask or or do things fall off the rails, she gets a very basking moments but everything goes off the rails all season lon.

40) Prudence and Ambrose moments in Book 3

41) No Lucifer POV in Book 3, Book 3 POV is mostly Sabrina, Nick and Lilith and little with the others

42) Where is Sabrina mentally, Sabrina is really sad and misses Nick and she’s dealing a lot with her heritage but trouble makes Sabrina even more determined.

43) If H and Sabrina will always love eachother, she says Yes but in what way

44) If Sabrina becomes more power in part 3, she says yes

45) Three words to describe Nabrina, Troubled, Dedicated and Exciting

46) If there’s hope for H/S, she said there’s always hope

47) As far as she knows Sabrina is def the dark lord’s daughter

48) About Sabrina being in a poly relationship with Harvey and Nick, she says “She hasn’t mentioned wanting that”

49) We will see or read Sabrina being sad over Nick’s absence.

50) Anything about Zelda and Hilda, she says many challenges but she feels worst for Hilda.

51) Lilith returned Sabrina’s extreme powers

52) Pambrose are basically traveling the world and there’s going to be a misunderstanding on who Prudence really likes.

53) If Nick is suffering after hell and if he’s happy with Sabrina after hell, she says everyone in stories suffer.

54) About endgame in the comics, she says something about not believing in endgame and that stories are always evolving and they should. Everything always changes

55) About if Nick will push Sabrina away in part 3, she says in book 3 Nick constantly thinking about Sabrina and the moment he fell in love with her.

56) There’s going to be some exciting stuff about Theo and was fun to write him in book 3

57) About Caliban and Nick, she says Nick’s probably like “I have enough problems. WHY?”

58) She can’t confirm if there will be a book 4

59) If someone is going to die in book 3 or season 3, she says you cant count anyone as safe and there’s important ghost in book 3

60) Mambo Marie represents a whole new type of magic and opens a lot witches in Greendale’s eyes to new things.

61) Mary’s explored in book 3

62) Harvey’s going to punch someone in the face in the season

63) If Sabrina will have Dark Sword moments, she says Sabrina is going to show a whole new sinister side to herself and we’re all going to enjoy part 3.

#Nabrina #CAOS #Chilling adventures of sabrina #Sabrina Spellman #Nick Scratch

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thoughts-and-pans · 5 years

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Speechless

This concept was requested by the lovely @meherunissa. I changed it up just a little bit. I hope you like it.This is my second attempt at writing a headcanon, and im happy with how this turned out. Also, idk if you guys have noticed a theme here, but i have made the reader be a teacher/musician in some of my fics (okay maybe only one, i cant remember). This is because i want to be a music teacher one day, so its an occupation that ive looked into and know a bit about. If you guys would prefer that i dont specify the readers occupation, pls let me know. And if you make a request feel free to specify what career you want the reader to have, unless you dont mind me making them a teacher/musician. Thats kinda gonna be my default i guess. Feedback is always appreciated! ~Jai

So, as a talented singer, songwriter and composer, you were tasked with the job of creating a song for princess Jasmine to sing in the new live-action Aladdin

It was supposed to be an inspirational song about using your voice and standing up for yourself. An anthem, if you will. So you got to work right away, putting together a beautiful song called Speechless

Throughout the writing process you got to work with some of the other musicians on set and Naomi herself

But for the instrumental part you had full leadership and independence

So you put together a beautiful arrangement for the symphony orchestra to play

You were so proud of your work

And when the day to record the song came, you were a mix of excitement and nerves

What really didnt help the case was that Naomi's co-star Mena was also here to watch her

She had been raving on and on about you to the cast, and Mena just had to come meet you

Mena was handsome, no doubt about that. And he was definatley as charming and charismatic in real life as he was in interveiws

So needless to say you crushing, just a bit

But you didnt let that distract you

When it was time to record you were up at the front directing the orchestra

Naomi was in the middle with the mic and Mena was chilling in the recording booth

The whole time he was watching you, he was intrigued by how focused you were, and how you seemed to take control over the whole band

Ever since Naomi started talking about you he was so eager to meet you

She described you as someone who was kind, compassionate, talented and hard working

And he could easily tell that all of those things were true

The way you interacted with the musicians and crew members, and how proud you looked when Naomi sang the song made him fall for you

Hard

When Naomi was done singing she came back to the recording booth

Mena thought that they were done but he was wrong

Because after a quick five minute break, you stepped up to the mic in the middle of the room, adjusting the height

He asked Namoi what was happening and she told him that you were gonna sing the song for the end credits

The moment you started singing is the moment Mena realised that he loved you

You could say that he had gone... speechless ;););)

He had only met you that day, but nothing could convince him otherwise

He loved you

And he couldn't wait to ask you out

After everything was done he came up to you

He praised your work and how amazing your singing was. He was a nervous mess on the inside but he tried his hardest to keep his cool

The same could be said about you when he asked you if you'd be interested in going on a date with him

You said yes

Obviously

What a perfect ending to an amazing day!

#mena massoud #mena massoud imagines #mena massoud x reader #mena massoud headcanons

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im-just-having-fun-karen · 4 years

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any of the unusualish asks

Ill answer all of them also this is the first thing to ever be sent to this blog so congratulations! You're the first!

who’s your celebrity crush?

Donr have one

are you single or taken?

Single as of recent

rant. just do it

i suppose i could rant about a few topics.

COME BACK LATER

do you think its ok to separate the artist from the art?

Im not sure what you mean but if you mean removing a watermark or stealing credit then no.

how many accounts do you have?

3, this is my fanfic blog, my main is in my bio and a have a last one for an undertale au

how many pairs of shoes do you have?

3 if you dont count my one pair of slippers (1 pair was bought for me as a gift, 1 pair was given to my aunt who then gave it to me, and the last i share with my mom since they're technically hers but i just love boots)

opinion on… (specify to the person you’re asking to)

Well you didnt specify so ill just go with you!

Very kind and fun to talk to but we dont talk much and i wish we did more! You're willing to play the weird games i know of (the animal game ect) so thats fun and you're very open minded. You have some problems mentally and sometimes physically but i do too so we get along very well.

how many accounts do you follow?

I cant count them all

favorite brand of clothing?

Dont have one

name a dog

3B-027. Idk man id name a dog that

what unusual talent do you have?

I have sharp teeth and a strong jaw so i could bite a good chunk out of someones arm if i tried.

what’s the most interesting schools gossip you’ve ever heard?

Some bitch named megan liked the new kid who had been there for less then a day and claimed they were dating even tho she didnt know his name

ever prank called a store?

Nah

what’s your coffee order?

Dont have one, i dont usually drink coffee

what’s a question do you constantly get asked?

"Are you twins?" when me and my brother are in the same room

if you had to get a tattoo right now, what would you get and where?

I'd get a tattoo of my mothers name with cat ears and a tail as well as her birthday

google the top song from the year you were born

No One

Alicia Keys · 2007

rant about your favorite musician

Ok so they're called cosmo sheldrake and their music so weird but really cool and i like it so much its unreal because its super dooper catchy but its also really peaceful my favorite song is Pelicans We and The Moss

what’s your favorite teacher you’ve ever had?

Ms Mast from 3rd grade, she knew i was gay before I knew i was gay

describe your blog in 3-5 words

Sassy bitch rarely writes

what’s a conspiracy you believe in?

None

if you could see any concert tonight what would you choose?

Cavetowns next one

if you could break one of your bad habits which would you choose?

Over eating

can you dance? sing?

I can sing, cant dance tho, im willing to post a video of me singing if someone asked but no one does

what’s something you can’t stop buying?

Nothing, im poor.

crowds or small groups?

Small groups

how long before a trip do you pack?

Idk, a few days

what celebrity would you rate a PERFECT 10?

Tom holand, 10/10 man has a frog in his mouth

what quote or inspirational setting do you think is bs?

Think postive. I hate it when people fuckin say that bullshit.

if you had to dye your hair an unnatural color right now, what would you choose?

Shinso purple or todoroki white

you can change one thing about your life right now. what are you changing?

The universe i live in and the family

how old do you get mistaken for?

13-16

what do you think about a lot

My own death, ocs, fanfics, things i could of done better

do you like your hogwarts house or do you wish you were a different one?

Im cool with being a ravenclaw

what does home mean to you?

Its where you make it, sometimes its people and sometimes its just a town.

what do you think you’d be arrested for?

Vandalism or murder of pedos and nazis

have you ever been called down to the principals office?

Yeah, alot.

post a picture of the outfit you would choose if you could have any outfit you wanted

Soft irl but p sassy

Hair and all

describe your aesthetic

answer with one of your ‘school memes’ (inside jokes you have with your class/grade) with no explanation

Goddamn it mason stop eating the fucking spoons/what happened to your school assignment?

I ate it.

I-it was a 3 page homework assignment.. It was paper..

Yeah it didnt taste that good.

#answering the asks

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venusori · 5 years

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Yo! I have a Mystic Messenger headcanon request if you’re up to it. Can we have a MusicalActor!MC who does mostly comedy shows like the ones the Starkid Team mostly put out? Preferably musicals like The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals and Twisted. Please.

Hey! So, I felt bad having this sit in my ask box so long while I wait for things to die down IRL enough for me to watch these musicals, so I wrote it as a musical actor MC, but I tried not to specify what musicals. I will redo this request in about a week hopefully, I promise!!!!

I love acting, and as an actor, I’m so happy that my first request was one relating to acting haha.

Without further ado, my first request, Musical Actor MC!

Zen

You two acted together long before you met

He didn't really remember you though

When he saw you for the first time he was so confused

“wait, I recognize your face. Have we met before?”

“Oh, we acted once or twice-”

“YOU ACT?????????”

A little upset that he has to share his spotlight in the RFA but he gets over it real quick when he sees you act

You become the Acting POWERCOUPLE

Yoosung

“So, what do you do for a living?”

“Oh, I’m a musical actor-”

“YOU ACT????????????”

He’s more shook than Zen

His datemate!!!!! Is a cool actor!!!!!

Loves helping you rehearse

He’s your #1 fan all the way

Loves when you sing or act for him

He is WEAK for your acting

Weak for you in general tbh

Jumin

He found out when he kept you at his penthouse for a few days

“Jumin, I cant miss rehearsal.”

“Rehearsal?”

“I act.”

He just sat there for a few moments.

He asks for you to stay with him just a bit longer but will respect your wish to go to practice

He then takes a week off to watch every recording you are in

Jaehee lowkey hates you for that whole week Jumin took off but she 100% gets over it when she finds you are an actor like Zen

Jaehee

Okay

Like Yoosung, she will be your #1 fan

except… Maybe higher than #1? Is that possible?

She is so excited

Immediatly goes and buys everything related to you. Merch galore.

Pushes off her obsession with Zen (slightly) and you’ve absolutely replaced her obsession

She falls asleep watching your recordings like the precious bean she is

Is SUPER PROTECTIVE of your career and eventually takes over as your manager

707

Dirty cheater knew before since he did the background check

But he is 100000000% willing to act surprised when you tell him

He absolutely loves being with an actor

Will act out your scenes with you

And he will dress the part too

“You don't have to dress up to help me with my lines”

“but I’m getting into character!”

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysmes #hcs #hc #headcanons #imagines #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger hcs

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voidselfshipp · 4 years

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The White Wolf And The Dragon (I)

The inn Bloom with life, the local bard sings about adventures of great heroes and myths.

Geralt walks to the bartender, he needs some coin.

-Looking for a Job eh?-the bartender asks- lucky you, There is the local potion brewer, their name is jerico, they live near the Woods, seeming to need help with a pesky spirits messing with their work-

Geralt nodds and marches to the Woods.

Everyone is annoying right now.

The forest was dark, thick trees and every type of critter to exist Walked on the path.

And then, there sorrounded by all the dark ambience of the place Is a shack , a two story cabin that said "Potions".

Yeah that checks out, thats the place then.

The witcher knocks on the door with flowers.

Not only was the owner a potion brewer but a cleric, or a druid of some kind.

Inside of it there is a half dragon human,writing a letter to their bard friend.

"Im so relieved to hear from you Louis, and glad to see that your bard journey is getting you to amazing places, and please tell me more about that bard you met , im so exited to see where this leads.

~jerico"

Then they hear a knock on the door, their feet make small noises as they go down the stairs, they Open the door to be met with geralt,he is taken Back by the sight before him.

A dragonborn?

Their white horns are pulled back, a cumbersome but beautiful set of wings cradle behind their back, and a tail that moves around slowly in interest.

-Yes?-they say, their big green orbs meet his eyes- do you need a potion?-

-Uh no, came here for the job , I heard in the Inn that you needed help with a 'pesky spirit'?-

The dragonborn scowls but nodds, indicating Him to come in.

-Ah yes , there is a ghost that set itself on my cabin not so long ago, its annoying-they close the door.

The place is full of notes with recipies for potions, spells And more magic, and plants, they Bloom as jerico walks past them.

-You have an idea of how this came to happend?-geralt asks.

-Well, I know of a witch who is jealous of my craft, near these Woods, down the River, she could be the main suspect, I just want It to go away but I specify in healing,not banishing-

-And how much is the reward?-

-Two thousand gold-

Geralts eye widen, why so much?

-I suspect that this problem isnt only a ghost,is it?-

The dragon human sighs.

-Yeah, you caught me, people usually run away when I tell them, its more like a curse, it was casted with a magic so powerful that can only be broken by killing the caster-

Is he really going to accept the job?.

-Fine, ill fix this problem of yours-

Jerico smiles and their eyes glint with joy, they quickly Scramble trough some potions.

-If you ever need these, take this two healing potions-

-I dont need them, I can heal quickly-

-Just in case! -

Geralt scowls and takes them.

-fine- he says leaving the cabin.

-Again, thank you- jeri says softly

He cant control it, a smile creeps on his face as he nodds, there was something alluring about them, certain charm he couldnt quite grasp.

The job was done in less than a week, the potions Came in handy too, after it geralt colects the payment and he goes away.

Yet something pulled him back to that forsaken town, maybe it was the calm ambience?.

No.

The nice food?

No...

Was it...oh god, it was the potion brewer.

Roach neighs and hits his head against geralt.

-Im not playing dumb he says- but roach hits him again-I came to make sure they are okay-the horse neighs and geralt ties Him to a tree; he knocks softly as he smells the scent of sweet tea , maybe some honey and a pastrie?.

The door opens, jerico smiles at geralt when they see him.

-What brings you here?-they say with a smile on their face.

-Came to make sure that the curse was broken-

They make him come in again.

-Tea?-they ask.

-Uh sure- geralt was impressed to actually be accepting of something he rarely drinks.

The both of them sit in the comfortable furniture.

-Yes ,you did the work splendidly, no more pesky ghost to ruin my work- they serve him a Cup of tea and pours some honey with it-thank you very much, but there was no need to come back here, its far away from something interesting-

Geralt drinks and looks around.

-Well this place has something interesting at least-

-This hieroglyphs? Old runes that tell stories we convinced ourselves to Belive, thats everywhere-

-Not a thing , but a person-

Jerico Sips from their berevage.

-are you implying that I am the only thing interesting about this place? You must be blind-

Geralt chuckles and makes eye contact.

-My eyesight is healthy , im just saying the truth-

Jerico blushes and looks away.

They spend the evening talking away, finally night falls.

-You sure you dont want to stay? This place is dangerous to go alone in the night..-

-I dont want to take anymore from you, took your gold, this whole evening- and their heart-lm not taking your bed -

-Please be careful, im jerico, by the way, if you come back please come and say hi, you are no nuisance here-

-Geralt of rivia,ill keep that in mind-

Jerico watches him ride away , hoping he Will be fine.

These Woods can be really dangerous.

{...}

-Void.

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angrylizardjacket · 5 years

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ask your destiny to dance [15] {Roger Taylor}

A/N: Medium smut.

[masterpost]

The day Ash hears Doing Alright on the radio at her favourite cafe, she screams. This, of course, upsets the other patrons considerably, but before anyone can complain, she’s shoving her fabric samples and sketchbook into her bag, sculling her lukewarm hot chocolate, and is bolting down the street. Until, of course, she’s winded enough to slow down, and decides it’s easier to catch a bus to Brian and Roger’s apartment.

She’s been there before, it’s where they insisted on having their first fitting, since it was the apartment with the most room, and sometimes on afternoons she hangs out there with the band and Mary, sure, it’s not like she’s a complete stranger to the flat. Knocking on the door, she’s breathing heavily, still excited, and she’s not sure why she’s come here, rather than to see Freddie, but as soon as the door opens, she knows why.

“I heard you guys on the radio!” Barging past a confused Roger into the living room, she turns on her heel, still a little out of breath from having run from the closest bus stop, and her smile is blinding.

“Really? Which station?” And instead of asking her about her state, or the book bag on her hip, he’s elated, making his way to the radio in their little shoe box kitchen. Ash laughs, joining him, sheepishly admitting that it was about twenty minutes ago, but he’s undeterred. “Grab the phone; we can call them up and ask to hear it again.”

The station’s blaring some Beatles song by the time they get to it, but Ash is sitting on the counter, waiting patiently for the song to end so that the radio host could announce which number to call for requests. Roger’s buzzing about the kitchen, talking how apparently Mary’s heard them played at Biba too, and his mouth is moving a mile a minute, but then the number is said and Ash is dialing as fast as her fingers will allow. With her legs hanging off the edge of the counter, Roger taps at her knees, lips pressed together where he’s trying to keep his excitement quiet.

When the host picks up, and Ash says her name tentatively, only to hear it come out of the radio a few seconds later, Roger whispers ‘holy shit’ and Ash has to fight to not say the same. Clearly and carefully she requests Keep Yourself Alive, and specifies who it’s by and what record it’s on, and minutes later, the opening notes of the song waiver from the radio, and Ash hangs up, wide-eyed. Jumping from the counter, Ash dumps her bag beside their sofa, absolutely butchering the vocals where she struts around the room, pretending to be Freddie, loud and unselfconscious in her excitement. Roger’s matching her energy, throwing himself onto one of the metal folding chairs they had as dining room chairs, air drumming and providing harmonies that would have worked if Ash wasn’t almost completely tone deaf.

As the song moves to an instrumental section, Ash changes to enthusiastically air guitarist, jumping up onto the sofa, expression almost comically intense.

“Well, I loved a million women in a belladonic haze,” while Roger suspected the notes were entirely in her vocal range, she didn’t seem to be able to hit one, and after a moment, he’d dissolved into laughter, and wrapped his arms around her waist where she was posing with a foot up on the arm of the sofa, spinning her around before putting her back on the ground, and the drums kicked in on the radio, and she looks so fucking proud.

“That doesn’t sound half bad.” She says, grinning up at him, and he’s still got his arms around her.

“Unfortunately I can’t say the same about your singing, love.” He snickered, and Ash felt herself blush as she swatted at him, too excited to be properly annoyed, also too self aware to call him a liar.

“So you don’t think I could take Freddie’s place yet?” She asks, and Roger actually laughs at that, and Ash thinks she can feel his heart beating fast. “Where’s Brian?” She asks, voice dropping to a murmur, her own blood rushing as the song continues on.

“Still at class.” And there’s the hint of a question in his voice, and Ash’s smile stretches into a mischievous grin, something almost fond in her eyes.

“You guys are on the radio.” She murmured, pride in her voice, though her eyes are growing dark as her gaze drops to his lips. “Rog?” And he makes a hum of acknowledgement, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing or kissing her before she can finish her thought. “Does that make me a groupie?”

“Well groupies are usually throwing themselves at me.” He said with a cocky smirk, sitting them both on the sofa, sinking into the worn, brown fabric as Ash straddled him.

“I practically bolted to your house.” Ash had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, sitting back on his thighs. One of her hands was on his shoulder, the other playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, and Roger leaned into her touch, just a little.

“I’m not usually accosted by girls who wear the same clothes as my dad in summer.” Roger snickers, eyes drifting down to Ash’s choice of attire. She’s quiet for a long moment, and realises that he’s probably never seen her dress so casually; she’d just intended to get some sketches done at the cafe, she’d never intended people she knew to see her, and so her choice of oversized, pale blue button-down with rolled up sleeves and paint smudges all over it, tucked into navy cargo shorts, had been a perfectly acceptable outfit at the time. She’s even got her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, and suddenly she feels like a mess, but the way Roger’s smiling at her, she can’t bring herself to care.

“I’m an artist, I’m allowed to dress tragically sometimes.” She shrugs, and Roger’s grip on her hips tightens as he laughs. It’s strange, mid afternoon and she’s in his house, in his lap, it feels like a whole new world. Their debatable hidden affair was usually confined to the wee hours of the morning, or the late morning depending on when they wake up, but now his hair catches the sunlight pouring in through the window, and he’s casual too. He’s wearing a pair of hideous, little red shorts that she’d seen him play in once, and a t-shirt with a faded design on the front, and for a moment she frowns, because god, does he have no sense of style? As soon as he asks about it, and she voices her thoughts, he gives her a shove, calls her a hypocrite. Leaning in low, she murmurs for him to just take the shirt off, but he doesn’t move.

“You first.” He’s got an eyebrow raised as a challenge, and Ash hums thoughtfully, before her fingers are unbuttoning her shirt, and untucking it. She’s wearing a bra that’s comfortable rather than aesthetically pleasing, and for all that he’s seen her naked, he thinks this might be the most honest he’s actually seen her.

He’s the one to suggest they move, not that it didn’t hurt a little, with Ash wearing only her oversized shirt unbuttoned, and her panties, splayed out against his ratty brown sofa, looking up at him with wide eyes that had been darkened with lust.

She’s never been in his room before, and she’s not quite sure what she expected. It’s bigger than her room, but not by too much, clothes strewn over the floor, and the end of the bed, which is also bigger than hers, a double, instead of her little single, a cheap looking bed frame and a small but solid desk shoved into the corner and stacked high with books, which intrigues her. Roger closes the door as she makes her way over, fascinated as she reads the spines of what turns out to be worn textbooks.

“You there for some light reading?” Roger wraps his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck, his chest firm against her back. There’s notebooks that look well used, and a piece of paper with a whole list of numbers, letters, and symbols that Ash can’t decipher for the life of her, amid pencils and a pretty grubby looking eraser.

“You like, actually study, don’t you?” And when she turns, there’s almost something adoring in her eyes, endeared, and Roger raises his eyebrows at her unanticipated reaction.

“Always the tone of surprise.” He huffed out a laugh, his hands drifting lower to squeeze her bum, and when he leans in to kiss her, it’s sun-warmed and familiar, fitting together easily as he pressed her against the desk and she hopped to sit on it easily, legs parting to pull him closer as he kissed his way down her neck. He fucks her against the desk, even though she’s pretty sure she’s sitting on a notebook and also a pencil, but she can’t bring herself to care.

When they move to the bed, he snickers at the smudge of graphite on her ass, but she’s hit with a realisation she can’t help but voice.

“I never thought I’d be here.” And she’s a little breathy, gasping for a moment as he brings one of her legs up to her chest and eases back into her.

“Really?” His voice rises in disbelief, pausing in his movements as if to emphasise his point, and Ash rolls her hips once, biting her lip to stifle a chuckle.

“I mean, in the beginning, no way; I honestly never thought we’d last this long.” She says, and Roger’s quiet. Not needing an answer, she lets herself enjoy the moment, relaxing against the bedspread, whimpers and gasps escaping her as her eyes fall closed. She’s so fucking beautiful, Roger thinks, and even if he doesn’t say it, he’s so glad they lasted, after everything, if only for this moment.

And then they’re moving, Ash pressing at his shoulder, urging them to move, Roger laying back against the bed as Ash rode him, throwing her head back, with her nails digging into his chest. It’s enough to make him hiss, his hips rolling to meet hers, and when she looks down at him with a heady smile, she leans down and presses a kiss to the half-moon marks her nails had left, before she’s peppering kisses along his chest and throat.

When Brian walks in the front door and sees them both eating pizza and reading trivia to one another from the paper, he has to take a moment. Ash is wearing one of Roger’s shirts. Roger isn’t wearing a shirt at all.

“I know you two are sleeping together.” He announces from the doorway.

“Interesting accusation.” Ash responds without looking away from the paper. Roger makes a hum of agreement.

“You’re wearing his clothes.” Brian says, walking over and picking up a slice of pizza for himself.

“That is my shirt.” Roger agrees, finally looking up to Brian, and Ash takes a big bite.

“Listen, Brian, sometimes friends sleep together, it’s not the end of the world.” Ash said around her mouthful of pizza, which was lost on him, and Roger had to translate for her, much to Brian’s bewilderment.

“So you’re finally admitting it?” He asks, and Ash hums, swallowing before looking up at him.

“Admitting that I came over here excited about hearing your song on the radio, and then, I suppose, one thing led to another? Yes.” Ash agreed, and Brian looked like he was quickly forming a headache.

“Neither of you are as subtle as you think you are; I know this isn’t the first time.” He sighed, and Ash turned to Roger, who raised his eyebrows, feigning mock surprise. He’s about to say something, but it’s as if Brian can already tell it’s going to be irritating and dismissive. “Listen, Ash, you’re an adult, and you’re also our stylist, I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Believe me, she does.” Roger says, reaching for some more pizza, ending his statement with a very pointed cough. Ash, looking supremely pleased with herself, watches Brian turn bright red and head for his own room, not slamming the door, but coming close.

“Freddie and John will know by the end of tomorrow I suspect.” Ash muses, and Roger looks at her, a little curious.

“Is that okay?” And he actually seemed like he would offer to do something if it wasn’t. Ash gives him a small smile.

“They were going to find out eventually.” She paused, but only for a moment. “We should probably keep it simple and say it started after you broke up with Kristin.”

“That wasn’t that long ago.” He said softly. Ash shrugs.

“It was like a month and a half ago; it’s believable.” She offered, and Roger hums thoughtfully, sliding across the sofa to rest his head in her lap. She’s tempted to rest her slice of pizza on his face, but ultimately decides against it. The way he’s smiling at her, grin just a little sharp, she’s pretty sure he watched the idea pass through her mind too.

“Do you know what time the next bus comes, I should probably get going before it gets dark and people are more likely to stab me.” She asks carefully, and Roger’s expression turns thoughtful as he watches her eat, quietly waiting for a response.

“Seems a bit extreme; you know you could just stay.” It’s so casual the way he says it, and Ash shrugs, accepting the offer without much thought. His bed is far more comfortable than hers, though he’s not living in uni housing, so you’d hope it was, and it’s big enough to spread out in. But they don’t. When they’re not fooling around, they’re chatting about everything and nothing, as they were sometimes want to do, and Ash gets around to asking him about his degree just as she’s about to fall asleep. They’re holding hands, which again, not necessarily something Ash had expected when they’d first started out, but she’s on her side with her free hand beneath her pillow. She’s just wearing one of his shirts and her underwear, and she brings their hands up to rest between their heads on the mattress, arm now at a more comfortable angle, and she drifts off as Roger gets in to complaining about one of his classes.

By the time he realises she’s not paying attention, she’s already mostly asleep. There’s something about the way she sleeps that makes her seem almost innocent, perhaps it’s that she’s not trying to put up a front, and her mass of ginger hair halos her, so soft it almost hurts. Roger’s never conciously thought of a woman as ‘sweet’ before, but it’s the only word that fits in this moment. He presses a fond kiss to her knuckles of her joined hand. Ash stirs just a little, making a hum of acknowledgement that Roger knew all too well as ‘completely passed out, just felt a sensation, can maybe spout a few random words’.

Except it’s not just some random gibberish. It’s two words spoken through a yawn:

“Love you.”

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guess-ill-die-again · 5 years

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top ten kagepro songs?? 0:

*rubs hands* u now i read your whole wall of text about this? well now its my turn c:

warning half of this post is just about Shinigami Record bc i’m looking WAAY too deep into it but honestly i love doing that gbdhsg that part has over 500 words and im not sorry

Disclaimer: The first few don’t have numbers bc I just CANNOT choose a favorite ok ngsdhjgs

Shinigami Record - I’m gonna start with this one because i was already planning on making a post about how underappreciated this song is… half of this post is probably gonna be about this song alone so i might as well put it as nuumbr one tbh

Musically it’s really simple and just so amazingly gentle. I feel like the slow piano and the way its played in the verses helps to convey Azami’s feelings really well. It starts as just a bunch of lonely piano notes, but then as Azami finds someone who loves her, feelings grow and change, so does the guitar replace the piano for the second verse. Then the harmonies for the part when Azami creates the Kagerou Daze make it feel not only more mystical but also give it more emotion. She creates it filled with love for her family after all, this part needed to have a lot of emotion in it! But then it quiets down and the lonely piano returns.. the guitar and piano interlace each other(i cant find a good english word for it im sorry) while Azami’s voice is growing more unsure and then ‘gasps’ with the realization, in a way. The harmonies return and we hear both the lonely piano and the love-filled guitar. Azami is really conflicted and u can HEAR that!! Then it bursts with the pitch change and you can just hear how heartbroken she is! the highest note really reminds me of when people are trying to sing but they’re crying so their technique is egh but it has so much emotion?? idk maybe its just IAs voice… and then after she sings “I still love you” theres a drop that sounds like slamming doors and the guitar is GONE. It ends on the same lonely piano we started with(different pitch blahblah i know ok) but there’s also the added noise that you can either hear traffic in, OR the sea/ocean waves. I KNOW im reading way too much into this but traffic could allude to our time, where the main story is set and the fact that what Azami did has consequences reaching much further than she could have ever imagined but also that despitwat happened, most people don’t even know about her story and everythings… well, normal. The sea waves would be just like the world she’s come to love and she’s leaving it all behind i guess lolThe way this song tells Azami’s story is uh, very simplified, but i think it works well. It gives you enough information to feel sorry for her even if it doesn’t really explain much. We only see Azami’s perspective so i’m not surprised or disappointed that reasons behind Tsukihiko’s disappearance arent really stated. Also i’m kind of glad it doesn’t delve deeper into the story, because i personally really didn’t like these chapters of the manga at all lol bc i didnt agree with the characterization and it didnt show Azami’s loneliness as much and kind of ruined the magic. I like Azami’s story when its still told as a kind of fairytale…This is also probably THE best Kagepro song in terms of tuning, too. idk what happened but i feel like here it’s much more soft than the other songs which makes it all the more enjoyable.

one day i’ll write a full essay on this…

I’m not gonna go that deep into any of the other ones dont worry

Remind Blue - Easily the best song on the Mekakucity Reload album. While i adore Additional Memory as well, my heart belongs to Remind Blue. Because the range isn’t that big, Miku’s voice and Jin’s tuning of don’t get overbearing. Im also a sucker for lyrics connecting to past events or symbols so the whole time reading the translation i was just lying in bed like kermit surrounded by heart emojis. I may or may not make a cover of this one…

Lost Time Memory - I feel like all that could be said about this song has already been said so I’ll just say i love it. I was introduced to it through Juby’s english cover(Classical Rock Arr. version!! thats important, i love this arrangement probably more than the original but the dude who made it just doesnt have a nice voice for this song… Juby’s not perfect but this cover’s good enough) an really this is the song that made me want to learn about Kagepro so there’s a lot of pure nostalgia connected to this one.

4. Ayano’s Theory of Happiness - whenever i tell someone new about kagepro i always say this is the song that makes me cry and laugh the hardest. I laugh a lot because of the tv anime version bc lmao every time i see it i LOSE IT gndnsdgs The reason i cry is quite obvious i think, but i still feel the need to specify it’s because of the lyric “so I hope you can love tomorrow”. It’s just such a simple thing but it makes me tear up 99% of the time. And like the thing is, the last couple of lines aren’t directed at any particular character either so its like she’s singing to us. She hopes we can love tomorrow as well… and just for you Ayano, I will try.

Also MARiA’s cover is the best one i barely listen to the original now lmao

5. Summertime Record - did i mention im a sucker for lyrics where the character is looking back at what happened? bc yeah i am. This song is really dear to my heart for some reason so much so that when at a camp with the choir ive been in for like 6years we were supposed to make a little song about it for the last campfire, i managed to get my friends to write the lyrics to this song with me and i think that in itself is very fitting to this song. and just.. yeah the whole thing just feels very welcoming and I love Haruka so

6. Children Record - BOYS👏 AND👏 GIRLS👏 yeah this song staight up slaps and i love it (altho i mostly listen to the version with MARiA bc the tuningin this one :’) its realy good go listen) and uh yeah its just a really good opening to the series! idk what to say exactly so uh really lets not drag this out

7. Additional Memory - so when this song came out i had to lay down for like a week bc just… woah yeah ok!! all the motifs and melodies from other songs just hit me so HARD and THE PV OH MY GOOOD i was SCREAMING! and youre absolutely right about the lyrics!! “if this were all a misunderstanding, i don’t want to hear it” just HITS and HURTS and GOD YEAH

8. Kagerou Days - ahh classic above classics…. the one where you’ve set your expectations for Hibiya to just be a good childhood friend only to have it be crushed by other media… its just a great base for angsty AUs for anytwo cahracters that care about each other really and i love it! also like when i first listenedi was like what and when i realized whats happening i was just… poetic cinema guy but with hearts i really love angst huh

9. Headphone Actor - I don’t know what to say apart from I love Takane, I love the whole Harutaka story, I love the metaphor and the music and I have a little lesbian moment every time i listen to LiSA’s version of the song(THE WAY SHE SHINGS “Dokoka e to mukatteru”??? IM TOO GAY FOR THIS SHIT I CANT) and its 3:30am so i cant think anymore okbut god i love LiSA’s voice

10. Never Lost Word - ah the kinnie really jumps out here lmao this is the song i listened o and was just !! it me!! which… NOT a good thing if not for the last verse lol but yeah i just identify with kido a lot so like…i just really felt this song back when i first listened to it and even now i still do… just… yeah. and i just really like it in every way i guess lol

ALSO Shoutout to Gunjo Rain and Dead and Seek for beeing other tragically underappreciated Kagepro songs bc they dont have PVs

#thannk u!! this was rly fun actually #Konoha's State of the world should have been there...... and toumei answer....... ehh #i feel bad for not includiing some others too.......#also #sorry for any errors english is not my first language #my post #asks #wintertimerecord #song talk

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tmnt-headcanons · 6 years

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Hi just wanna say I love your headcanons and requests! On that note might I requests the rottmnt gang going to an undergeound mutant teen hangout of sorts and having a meet cute with an attractive mutant?

Requested by: @quirky-adorkable-nishy

For the sake of some readers dont want to be mutants, I changed it to a "mutant and human ally hangout" but its never really specified so if the reader wishes to imagine themselves as a mutant, please be my guest!

When the brothers got to the hideout, which they'd been told about through a fight with warren stone, the four spilt up. And thats when they met you.

Mikey:

-the orange clad turtle made a beeline for the old arcade games that were set up in a corner

- he saw you from behind, you were currently ruining someone at Mario Kart.

-after you beat this mutant you stood up and threw up your fist in victory

-another mutant, who seemed to be keep track of your winning streak, piped up "And y/n beats yet another mutant! Thats the tenth person she's crushed!"

-he watched as you turned and met eyes with him "any challengers? The great y/n isnt done just yet?" You spoke as you kept your gaze on him

-Mikey smiled and waved, taking a step "sure, dudette! I'll give it a shot."

-innocent bean. You were going to crush him.

-the two of you started the race and by the end of it he had won

-a wide smile covered his features as he jumped up and fistbumped the air

-you chuckled and slipped a peice of paper in his hand "youre cute and youre skilled, lets hang out sometime."

-he waved to you as he looked down at the paper, blushing lightly when he saw your number.

-"I would love to."

Donnie:

-when Don first saw you from across the room he froze

-you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen (im not sorry)

-not only were you pretty but you were currently helping another poor mutant fix their phone, which meant you were a geek like him.

-after pacing back and forth and overthinking the probability of rejection he heard you say you didnt know what and couldn't finish fixing the phone

-opportunity strikes at the best times

-he walked over and entered the conversation, saying he would check out the phone

-the whole time he kept glancing up at you and smiling, which resulted in you blushing

-he also acted like a smarty pants to show off

-after he finished and it was just the two of you his eyes met yours and you both smiled

-"I um... Im Donnie... hey uh... Do you think you... You know- would you like to hangout sometime?"

-"I wouldnt dream of saying no."

Raph:

-his eyes immediately fell on the small boxing area off to one side

-he didnt expect to see you when he approached, especially not you beating the crap out of a random mutant.

-"3, 2, 1! Once again reigning champion!" You smiled wide and flexed your muscles as it was announced that you won again

-raph blushed, the red on his cheeks darker than his mask.

-he HAD to fight you

-he whispered to the person running the thing and they called out that you had a challenger

-raphs heart stopped when his eyes met yours and you gave him a wicked smirk

-"show me what ya got, turtle boy!"

-at first you went easy on him but as his speed began to pick up so did yours

-raph thought he had you in a bag but he didnt realize you werent giving it your all

-untilllll you flipped him onto the ground and won the fight

-"hah, Im undefeated, but you were a good foe. Maybe we can have a round two sometime."

-"round two? Sounds great."

Leo:

-the turtle decided to start with the snack table

-thats when he saw you, up on a tiny make shift stage, electric guitar in hand, singing your heart out and playing along.

-your voice was like an angels and he couldnt take his eyes off of you the whole time.

-a small iguana like mutant elbowed him with a chuckle "you checking out y/n?"

-leo got flustered and tripped over his words "n-no I uh-"

-the mutant laughed and pointed at you "shes wrapping it up now, you wanna talk to her?"

-leo smiled when he looked at you and nodded a little, never letting his eyes leave your face.

-"yo, y/n! Over here!"

-at the call of your name from your iguana friend you smiled and came jogging over "wassup?"

-"baby blue here was checking you out."

-man way to be blunt iguana dude

-leo shook his head as he cheeks flushed and he was about to protest until he heard you laugh

-"awe that's cute! Hey, sweetheart, you new here? Hang with me, I'll show you all there is to see."

-leo chuckled "well I cant pass up an offer like that."

Whoo! Im in a writing mood finally! Requests are gonna come churning out, be ready!

#tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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✂ and also ✞ bel as a mom sometime into the future

send me a symbol and i will write a drabble about my muse from the point of view of…

✂ - … Someone whodislikes my muse

Why her? Why some wretch whosides with a land of savages? What made her so special that his lord was so fascinated by her? What made her sodeserving of his attention?

It took Asahi an incredible amount ofself-control not to glare at the Warrior as she and her friends led him throughYanxia. How much longer did he have to play this game? How much longer did hehave to suffer her presence?

I hate you so much. He thought as thewoman turned to say something to him. Beaming and unaware of the animosityburning deep within him.

Asahi forced a smile back.

He could be done with this now. He couldend the constant thorn in the Empire’s side right now. All he had to do wastwist his blade into her back. And then he’d return to his radiant lord withher head as a trophy.

Several times he felt tempted. His handoften drifting to rest on the pommel of his sword.

Nay.

That is not what Lord Zenos had asked ofhim. And he did not want his lord to be disappointed in him. So for now hewould play nice. For now, he would smile like a fool despite the disgust thatboiled within whenever he looked at the woman.

Just you wait “Warrior of Light”. Therewill be a reckoning.

And when that time came, he would take great delight in seeingthis so called hero fall under his liege’s blade.

✞ - Any version ofmy muse (asker specifies)

(tbh I do have ideas for her kids if I do write her as having any, just no set names yet.)

“—walked through thedark forest for a long time until they came across a cave.”

It was a peaceful evening and it was pouring down outside.The sound of rain drummed dully upon the roof from within. A small draft sweptthrough the house bringing a chill with it. And so the hearth burnedbrightly.

Bellona sat curled up in one of the chairs near thefireplace. Her daughter sat in her lap, reading aloud from the book they heldtogether. It was a quiet day. And sound of rainfall outside was calming.

The Miqo’te closed her eyes and let her head rest againstthe soft cushion back of the chair. Tempted to allow herself to doze off for afew moments. Listening to the soothing rainfall and the sound of her daughter readingaloud.

However, at the abrupt stop of reading, Bellona opened her eyes again. She could hear her girl stumbling over a word, strugglingto pronounce it.

“Mama.” She felt a tap on her leg and lookeddown. “How do you say this one?”

“Hm?” Bellona peered down at the book, noting the place herlittle finger was pointing at. “Ominous.” She told and had her repeat back afew times.

“Ominous.” The girl said, tasting the new word. Then tilted herhead up at her mother, big grey eyes inquisitive. “What does that mean?Ominous?”

Bellona tilted her head with a hum. “Ominous is when…” Shebegan as she tried to think of the best way to explain it to a six-year child.“When something is really scary, and it makes you feel uncomfortable.”

A slow thoughtful nod.“So the wardrobe in my room? It’s onim—ominous?”

‘Yes, I suppose so.” Bellona did her best to hide an amused smile and pulled the childtight against her chest. “Are those mean nasty voidsent digging around in yourwardrobe again, little one?” She pressed her lips atop her soft white hair. “Whenyour papa gets home, we’ll have him go in there and scare them away again.Okay?”

“Okay!” The little girl piped, pleased with that solution.

And Bellona chuckled, resting her chin atop her head. “Tellme what your book about.”

The tome had been a gift from Alphinaud if sherecalled correctly. He often offered to mind the youth for Bellona, and itseemed she had become fascinated with a few of the tomes her “Uncle Alphy” kept.

“It’s about a bunch of people who go adventures and fightmonsters!” the girl beamed. “Like you and papa did! And they’re about to go into a giant’s cave.”

She looked back down at her book. Then after a moment, she cants her head and asks. “Mama,will you tell me one of you and papa’s adventuring stories?”

The former warrior could only softly sigh at that. Everthe curious little thing. Though she supposed it couldn’t be helped. The childwas constantly surrounded by those who would often sing of her parents’ praises.

And hints of tales of daring adventures would naturallycatch any child’s attention. But there were simply some things Bellona didn’tlike to recall. And certainly didn’t want to repeat to her young daughter. Somany trials and tribulations gone through…So much tragedy.

Simply not proper stories for one so young.

“Perhaps when you are older. Some of them might be too scaryfor you.” She says after a long moment of consideration.

Her daughter pouted up at her. “I won’t get scared! Ipromise!”

“But you will. I know because I got scared plenty of times livingthose moments.” Bellona told her as she nuzzled the top of her head.Then before, there could be any more insistence, changed the subject. “How aboutyou read more of your story to me, okay?”

The girl gave her another pout but seemed happy to oblige inher request. Looking back down at her book, she took a moment to find her placebefore beginning to read aloud once more.

Bellona smiled and held her close,peering down so she could follow along with her daughter’s voice. Years ago, the woman would have laughed in anyone’s face whotold her she would be a good mother. The notion would have seemed ridiculous atthe time. Her life had been one rife with danger and she never thought herself fit enough to be the mothering type.

Oh how things change.

So happy and at peace, there were very few things shecherished more than moments like these. Holding her daughter close, silentlypromising to herself that she’d protect the girl from anything. Silentlypromising that there’d never be anything that would make her feel the samesorrows she once felt.

The woman sighed contently, placing another peck atop her daughter’s hair.

She deserved a happy life. And Bellona would do everything she could to ensure such.

#answered asks #writing

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