#listen i wanted these to be fun and bubbly like the other ones i've written

[wanderingelvis]

First things first, in love with your writing style! Have a little request for you: teenage!Elvis taking a bubbly!bookworm! reader to a high school dance at Humes. The reader lives at Lauderdale Courts as well and he often spots her reading on the grass in front of the building. The two bond increasingly over books (he could listen to her enthusing over novels for hours) and this led to his asking. A very cute, softhearted romance overall. Thank you, let me know what you think! 💜

i love this request sm, it was meant to be short but i got carried away and now it's the longest request i've written! 🧚

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word count: 4,762

pairing: 50s elvis x bubbly, bookworm female! reader

Oh Lord, Elvis adored you. You were practically the human version of a golden retriever and he thought you were awful sweet.

Elvis had a tough time at high school, he was a bit different, he liked to style his hair differently and enjoyed different music to most of the folks at school. Girls loved him, but finding friends was a challenge.

It meant that Elvis was fairly reserved, which was often mistaken for stand-offish and intimidating, when actually, Elvis just wanted to make sure he was surrounded by kind people.

Your mother and father had warned you about the boy from Lauderdale Courts, the one that looked "rebellious" and sinful, even if they actually quite liked Gladys and Vernon Presley. But you knew that Elvis wasn't a mean spirited person, he'd never made fun of you at school like some other people had, when he'd had every opportunity to do so.

You didn't let mean comments from school get to you. You knew that it was just a reflection of the whoever had said the nasty words and that they'd learn better eventually. That's what your book had told you, all the characters that had been the subject of harsh words never let it get to them and you decided that you wouldn't let the words get to you either.

You loved books, they were your passion and you would rarely be found without a book in your hands. Between classes, at the breakfast table, on the lawn in front of Lauderdale Courts, you always managed to find time to start reading your latest favourite novel.

And that's how Elvis first approached you, on the lawn of Lauderdale Courts, under your favourite tree with your nose buried in a book. You hadn't even noticed him standing over you until he coughed to get your attention.

Elvis had been through a rough day, he was graduating high school along with you, but he'd started talks with a record label and there was a possibility of even touring and performing some songs. It was exciting albeit stressful and there were a lot of people applying a lot of pressure onto the young star.

Elvis just wanted to relax when he arrived home after some meetings, to unwind and calm down a little, and when he spotted you basking in the warm, golden sunlight, giggling adorably at the book, he figured that whatever happiness you held was infectious - and he walked over straight to you.

He'd always noticed you but you'd never exactly paid him much attention as your stories were your top priority.

"Hello darlin'," Elvis said, crouching down by you as you peered up at him, squinting a little to avoid the blinding evening sun. "Mind if I join ya?" He asked.

You were a little taken aback at first, no-one ever approached you, especially when you were reading and you knew that Elvis was popular with the girls at school, so you wondered why he wanted to spend time with you. Nevertheless, you didn't question it too much, he was friendly enough.

"Sure!" You smiled, turning your head back to your book in your hands, it was Little Women, a book you'd read before but you really couldn't get enough of it, this must've been the fourth, no, fifth time you've read it?

"You're Y/N right?" Elvis interrupted, making you turn your attention back to him.

"Yup. You're Elvis Presley." You said softly.

"You know who I am?"

"Sure, you're in my History class, you sit next to Jonny Albright. You live on the floor above me!" You said gently.

"And you're the girl who loves books ain't ya?" Elvis pointed out, not in a mean way, just observatory as he laid down on the grass, propping his upper body up by leaning on his elbows as you sat with your back leaning against your favourite tree.

"Guess I am." You giggled. "Do you like books?" You asked after realising that Elvis was wanting a conversation.

"Sure I do, maybe not as much as you do, but I like 'em, I see you a lot out here readin' y'know." Elvis said, making you feel an odd sensation for the first time and you blushed a little at him admitting to noticing your habits.

"I love books and stories, my Momma and Papa, they say that it's good to read but I gotta try to make some friends more and I know they're right but I just can't help it, I start readin' a book and I can't put it down until I know what happens at the end!" You said with a soft smile, you did want some more friends but you felt like you found friends in the characters of all the stories you were reading and you didn't actually mind if they weren't exactly real. You looked up at Elvis who was just watching you with sheer interest and intrigue. "You know, my Papa even put me on a ban from buyin' any new books the other week. I just been readin' all my old ones all over again." You confessed.

"So that one ya got there, that ain't a new story?" Elvis chuckled, you were very sweet, he was starting to regret not having approached you sooner. His thoughts about his meetings were already slipping away.

"Nope, this is my favourite book, it's Little Women, have you read it?" You asked.

"No, but I'd like to, when I got some more time maybe." Elvis said, he wasn't exactly sure if he would like to read it, he didn't really know what it was about truthfully, but he was starting to like you a little already, and when your face lit up with a smile at him suggesting he might read your favourite book, he knew he'd said the right thing.

"Oh wow!" You said, excited at the prospect of sharing your love of books with someone. "Well, I'd let ya borrow this copy but my little dog, Basil, he tore out a few bits of a few pages, it's not too bad because I've read this maybe five times or somethin' like that, so I can understand the missin' bits, but it might not make sense otherwise. But maybe, um, maybe you could try the school library! I could even look for you tomorrow at school if ya wanted me to! I really wouldn't mind!" You said, beginning to ramble, but you were just so excited.

"That copy is sure lookin' worse for wear sweetheart." Elvis chuckled, the spine was torn and chunks of pages were missing and you'd sure like a new one but your Papa was right, you couldn't be spending anymore money on new books.

"I know, but it's my favourite story." You said fondly. "The main character, Jo, well she wants to be a writer ya see, and that's kinda what I wanna do when I grow up, maybe." You confessed.

"A writer say?" Elvis said, raising an eyebrow, impressed.

"Uh-huh! A writer! I ain't written much yet but I got dreams and I got ideas and I think maybe, one day, other people would like to read what I got to write." You told him eagerly.

"I'd read anything you wrote darlin'." Elvis said, being simultaneously flirtatious and sincere.

You blushed at the words, no boy had ever said such kind words to you, let alone one as handsome as the one laid out in front of you.

You babbled on some more in the sticky summer air, explaining why you loved certain books, giving Elvis recommendations and answering all the questions he had - which were a lot. It was only when your mother hollered at you from your window that you had to bid Elvis goodbye and scurry in for your dinner. Elvis watched you dash away, turning back whilst running to give him a wave, knowing he was smitten with you.

You were adorable in every sense of the word, cheery, chatty and charming. It didn't hurt that you were awful cute looking too.

After spending all night thinking about your amazing evening with Elvis, you decided to make a beeline for the library during school the next day. You loved the library and librarians and whilst you wanted to be a writer, you sure did want to be a librarian too. The idea of looking after so many books and being surrounded by like-minded bookworms was such an exciting idea for you.

It didn't take you long to find a copy of Little Women and you took it out straight away. You didn't really know where Elvis would hang out but you decided to wander around the hallways looking for him.

You eventually found him, standing next to what you assumed was his locker. He was chatting to some friends who you would later come to know were Billy and George. Tentatively, you approached him, tapping his arm to get his attention. He turned around, looking down at you with a smile when he realised who it was.

Standing next to him, you couldn't help but notice how tall he was compared to you, you felt so little and the way he spoke to you sometimes made you feel that way too.

"M'sorry, I don't wanna interrupt," You said as you realised he was in the middle of a conversation.

"Not interrupting anythin' important sweet thing," Elvis said, making you blush at the pet name. "Billy, George, I'll meet ya at gym." He said, dismissing them before turning his attention back to you.

"I just went to the library, they had a copy of Little Women, well actually they had three copies, can you believe it!?" You enthused, making Elvis chuckle at how cute you were. "Well, um, anyways, I got one for ya, I figured you might be busy, my Momma said last night that your Momma told her that you got a lotta meetin's and stuff so I thought I'd get ya this! You don't gotta read it but it's real good!" You explained, trying to catch your breath from speaking so quickly.

You were a little nervous in front of him and you weren't sure why, he was very attentive in the short time you'd spoken to him, he didn't make you feel bad for being a bookworm, so you were a little confused at your feelings. You supposed you just didn't want to bore him.

"Slow down lil' mama, you gotta catch some air honey." Elvis laughed at your rambling and you giggled. "But that's awful thoughtful of ya honey. Y'know what I'm gonna do?" Elvis said, as you shook your head, waiting to find out. "I'm gonna come join ya after school by your favourite lil' tree and read some of this with ya, if that's okay of course, I know it's ya favourite lil' spot." Elvis said, as you placed the copy in Elvis' large hands.

"Of course it's okay Elvis! I'd really like that y'know! Oh! It will be like a mini book club, kinda! I always wanted to go t'one of them! We could talk about our favourite characters! I mean ya already know that mines Jo, but you might have a different favourite, I like Laurie a lot too, actually, I kinda like all the characters in a way!" You babbled, beside your little self with joy at the prospect of Elvis reading with you.

"This is awful kind of ya, baby." Elvis acknowledged.

He really was taken aback at your gesture. Lately, he'd been in many situations where people were looking to see what they could get out of him and he was finding it difficult to trust people and accomodate everyones expectations of him. It seemed like you were something of a little guardian angel, finding him at just the right time, with no bad intentions, just a whole lotta love.

"S'okay! You got three weeks until I gotta give it back or renew it but Barbara, the librarian, she's real nice and she lets me keep 'em for longer sometimes, especially when they're my favourites, so, um, so you don't gotta read it right away or nothin'!" You insisted, not wanting to pressure him.

"Thank you, Y/N, I mean it, this is awful kind. I gotta get t'gym, but I'll catch ya by your tree?" Elvis checked, he really wanted to spend his time with you. You were oh so bright and bubbly and it just radiated off you, onto him.

"Sure! Bye Elvis!" You beamed, waving at him again cutely, dashing off, not wanting to waste any of your recess time away from your books.

Elvis watched you leave once again and he shook his head, he was falling and falling hard.

Like clockwork Elvis met you by your tree. You were dressed in your little linen white dress, a smock scarf around your hair, protecting your head from the beaming sun and your bare feet with rested on the cool grass as the sprinklers would dust you with droplets of water, instantly cooling you down from the heat. You were practically in heaven, but the heat was a little much for you, even though you usually loved it. It had just been a tough day of classes, you were finding them a little harder as they went on, so you'd concentrate extra hard, giving you a bit of a headache. Mixed with the head, you were finding the words on the page a bit challenging to focus your attention onto.

"Hey darlin, how's ya book comin' along? Think you can guess the ending yet?" Elvis teased, knowing you'd read the book a million times over already.

"Can't really focus, my head kinda hurts." You admitted, feeling kinda frustrated. All you'd been looking forward to during those difficult classes was coming to your tree to read and now your head wasn't letting you.

Instantly, Elvis' protective and attentive attitude kicked in, he was already feeling attached to you and he just wanted to make you feel better.

"Shit honey, can I make you feel better? Can I get ya anythin'? You want some lemonade doll? My Momma just made a whole jug, it's real nice, a bit sweet but you'd like it." Elvis said, suddenly quite worried about you.

You couldn't help but softly giggle at his reaction. You hadn't actually heard anyone you knew curse before, you'd heard strangers do it but never someone you were friends with. "It's okay Elvis, just a little headache from school and the sun s'all. I just wish I could focus on my book, I'd been looking forward to it all day." You said, gazing up at him, admiring the golden glow the sun was giving him.

Elvis instantly removed the light jacket he had on, he didn't need it in this heat anyway. You watched him curiously as he draped it over one of the branches of the tree, offering you a decent sized patch of shade near where you were sitting. Elvis moved to sit down by you, taking the copy of Little Women that you'd got him earlier in the day, with the patch of shade covering his lap.

"Here, lie down honey, it'll help stop the headache if ya rest, you can put ya head on my lap like it's a pillow or somethin', so it's in the shade. Y'know if it's a bit cooler, it'll help stop the pain?" Elvis cooed. "And I can read the story to ya, as long as ya don't mind me startin' from the beginning?" He quizzed.

You felt those funny feelings coming back into your body again, making you feel happy, fuzzy and confused all at the same time. You obediently laid down, resting your head in Elvis' lap as he smiled lovingly down at you. You'd never been so intimate with a boy before, but you felt like you'd known Elvis so much longer than just a mere 24 hours, and Elvis felt the same way too.

The pair of you had such a kinship already that it was hard not to feel utterly relaxed in each others company.

"See? Not so bad is it?" Elvis said, tenderly brushing some hair away from your face that had clung to your temples from the summer air.

"It's nice." You said quietly.

You turned your head to look out at the lawn, watching as the sprinklers periodically spun around, hydrating the surrounding area. It was relaxing to watch as you listened to Elvis' deep voice reading you your favourite story.

You never wanted the moment to end, you finally found a friend who wanted to love everything you loved, and you were in nothing short of paradise.

It was near the end of Chapter 2 that you dozed off in the golden, evening sun, the droplets from the sprinklers hitting your exposed, tanned legs as well as the white little dress you had on, making your thighs appear through the damp wet fabric.

Elvis stumbled on his words after his eyes caught the sight, you were everything he wanted and he wanted all of you.

He paused, noticing the way that your chest rise and fell peacefully as you slept, completely relaxed and headache-free after everything Elvis had done for you. Elvis continued reading the book in silence, enjoying the story and realising why you loved it so much.

It wasn't until a while later that your Momma hollered for you yet again, signalling that your supper was ready, that Elvis pried you awake, your cute little whines making him smile.

"Aw, I'm sorry lil' mama, but you gotta go feed that belly of yours." Elvis chuckled softly, as you pushed yourself up from his lap, a grumpy yet adorable little pout plastered on your face from being woken.

"I gotta go already?" You mumbled sadly, realising you'd drifted off during your time with Elvis.

"Afraid so baby, but we can do this again tomorrow, we can do it whenever you like, kid." Elvis insisted, hoping that you'd ask him to spend every waking second with you.

You nodded, rubbing your eyes.

"You feelin' better now darlin'?" Elvis checked and you gave him another sleepy nod of confirmation.

"Uh-huh. Wanna stay with you." You said shyly.

"I know doll, I wanna stay with you too, you gotta go get your food though, otherwise you won't have any energy to read all your stories." Elvis said and you nodded, knowing he was right. "C'mere." Elvis said gently, opening his arms, indicating for you to let him give you a cuddle - one that you needed right now.

Despite being hesitant, you'd never actually given a boy your age a cuddle, you molded yourself into his arms, relaxing with a soft sight, inhaling his scent of Old Spice aftershave.

"Catch ya later, kiddo." Elvis smiled, kissing the top of your head, making those funny little feelings escalate.

"Ba-bye Elvis." You said, adorably, making Elvis' heart flutter. You were just precious.

Days turned into weeks, and every day after that you and Elvis would meet outside Lauderdale Courts, reading and chatting. He wouldn't often say much, he just loved listening to you enthusiastically babbling away at the current book you were reading. He was impressed at the speed of your reading, you could put away a short novel in an afternoon sometimes and Elvis would try to keep up with you but you'd read more than anyone else he knew.

He loved listening to you every day until you were called in for your dinner. His feelings for you were growing stronger with every word that came out of your mouth and the same went for you, you figured you maybe had a crush on Elvis and you really did hope that he liked you back. He'd never made you feel like a weirdo for being a bookworm, in fact he tried to emulate your passion, just to be able to spend time with you which you thought was awful sweet of him.

You would both look forward to seeing each other in the late afternoons every day, watching the clocks go by in the classroom and counting down until you saw each other. You'd even started walking home together, sometimes Elvis would even drive you if he'd gone for another meeting, which was a special treat for you.

It wasn't until a couple of months later in mid-July that Elvis finally mustered up the courage to ask you a question that had been on his mind after your head hit his lap on that second day, all those weeks ago.

"Y/N?" Elvis said, taking the book that you were reading out of your hands and placing it down on the grass. Elvis was sat against the tree, with his legs opened wide so you could sit in between them and rest your back against his chest.

"Hey!" You said at him taking away your book, you were just getting to the good part.

"I gotta question for you, it's serious now, I'll give you your book back in a minute but you gotta listen to me carefully honey." Elvis said as you sat up and turned around so you could look directly at him, curiosity painting your face.

"What's wrong? Did I give ya a bad book? I can replace it if ya want? Or are you sick? That can happen with the heat remember! I can try and make some shade if you are, or get you some water! You shouldn't be out here if ya-"

"Baby, I'm okay, you just gotta listen, okay?" Elvis said, taking your little hands in his large ones as you watched him intently. Elvis sighed deeply, his nerves getting a little better of him. "Here goes nothin'" He said, partially to himself. "Y/N, I wanna take you to the dance next week. What do ya say?" Elvis said, watching for your reaction.

You felt your heart skip a beat. You had decided you weren't going to go, even if secretly you'd wanted to. You knew it'd be filled with couples and you hadn't really wanted to surround yourself with that if you were going to be on your lonesome.

"Can I bring my book?" You asked shyly and Elvis beamed.

"Of course ya can, sweet thing. Can I take that as a yes?" Elvis chuckled, petting your soft hair.

"Uh-huh!" You giggled, biting your lip excitedly. "Oh boy, I've never been to a dance, I know there was a Spring one last year, but I just didn't have anyone t'go with, and I kinda, actually, no I wanted to go real bad to this one! And I didn't really wanna go with just anyone either ya see, but I just would've thought you would've had loads a girls to ask, I see girls tryna talk to you all the time at school! Especially Sue-Ellen, she sure does like you, sometimes it makes me feel-" You paused, realising you were rambling and maybe saying just a little too much.

"Makes you feel like what, little un'?" Elvis asked curiously. He thought Sue-Ellen was nice, sure, but he and her only talked so much because the pair of you were partners for a Lab test.

"No, it's silly, forget it." You said, brushing it aside.

"No, I wanna know Y/N. How does it make you feel when you see me talkin' to other girls, tell me." Elvis insisted, starting to enjoy seeing you wriggle around. He knew what your answer would be, he just really needed to hear it.

"It makes me, I don't know, I guess, it just makes me sorta wish that, sorta wish that it was me that you were talkin' to," You said gently, looking down at your lap as your sun-kissed cheeks started turning a little pink. "It makes me sorta, maybe, jealous." You practically whispered, but Elvis heard every word.

Elvis took your cheeks in his large hands, lifting your head so you would look directly at him.

"You know you're my number one girl, don't ya?" Elvis grinned, making your tummy do somersaults. You recoiled with giggles at the words, you were just putty in his hands at this point.

You ended up chatting away as the evening drew on, telling Elvis about the perfect dress that your Momma wore to her own dance, you'd actually tailored it a little so it would fit you and be able to attach a corsage onto it.

When your Momma called for you at the same time as usual, you gave Elvis a hug, telling him that you couldn't wait to go the dance with him and you thanked him for asking you.

You glanced at him momentarily before pushing yourself forward and placing your pink lips on his cheek, giving him a gentle kiss. It was the most forward thing you'd ever done but you felt so comfortable around Elvis that you didn't mind.

Elvis was a little stunned, he watched you as you giggled and crawled off his lap, running towards your Momma with bare feet on the grass and your dress flying up every now and again, exposing your thighs as usual.

Elvis would be the first to admit that he'd never experienced love in a romantic way but after today, he was sure that had changed.

When the dance finally came around, you were naturally a little anxious, even skittish, constantly fiddling with the corsage that Elvis had given you, as well as the lilac tulle of your dress. Elvis kept reassuring you throughout the evening that not only did you look completely beautiful but that you were both going to have a great time and that there was nothing to worry your pretty little head over.

"Y/N, I wanted to give ya somethin, it's nothing big or anythin' but I wanted you to have it." Elvis said before the pair of you arrived at the dance.

He placed a familiar shaped item in your hands, wrapped up in brown paper with a wonky bow on it. You glanced up at him, looking for him to give the go-ahead to open it, which he did. You didn't waste any time in taking off the wrapping, only for a gasp to leave your pink lips.

"Elvis..." You said, little tears pooling in your eyes, touched at the gift. It was a brand new, latest edition of Little Women, one that didn't have half of the pages ripped out.

"Is it the right one? The lady in the store said it was the best one they had, and I know you love that raggedy old one ya got but I thought my little girl should have one that at least has all the pages intact." Elvis said, hoping that you'd love it.

You'd never had anyone do anything so thoughtful for you before. You looked up at him with your glassy eyes and he immediately cooed. "Oh baby, don't cry now, it's just a book." Elvis said, thumbing away the tears.

"It's more than a book, Elvis, it's the nicest thing anyones ever done for me." You told him with a wobbly voice. Elvis leaned over and kissed your cheek, making you blush. Little did you know, that Elvis went to the store the day after he'd met you and bought that book for you, all those weeks ago. "And I can fit it in my purse!" You said with pride, showing Elvis who laughed at how adorable you were, as you looked forward to taking it to the dance.

The pair of you began to make your way to the dance, with Elvis holding your hand tightly, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand soothingly as you entered the dance hall. Your eyes lit up as you looked around, admiring how beautiful and pretty everyone looked as well as all of the pretty decorations.

"Wow..." You gasped as Elvis chuckled, looking down at you and watching your reaction. "I feel like a real grown up Elvis." You whispered to him.

"Not quite lil' mama, the fruit punch ain't got no alcohol in it just yet." Elvis laughed. "Wanna dance with me?" Elvis offered, leading you to the little dancefloor.

The pair of you slow danced to the music, Elvis occasionally pulling a funny face to make you do that giggle that he would now hear in his dreams, he loved it so much. You felt your spine tingle as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Neither of you noticed all the eyes on you, the odd pairing of the up and coming rock 'n' roll star student and his little, bubbly, bookworm, but as the night went on, everyone got a little more used to it and no-one even noticed when you two headed off in search of the library in your party dress and Elvis' smart jacket, desperate to curl up together with that sparkly new copy of Little Women that you'd stashed in your bag.

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[unholyverse]

waterparks // marvin magazine issue #10

(full transcript under the cut)

Waterparks

WORDS by HOLLY SOLEM

PHOTOGRAPHY by DANIEL PRACOPCYK

Waterparks are places you go for fun; both pools and slides and the gloriously buzzy, pop punk band featuring members Geoff Wigington (lead guitar), Otto Wood (drums), and singer/guitarist Awsten Knight, whose neon energy matches his hair. Their music leads you down sonic chutes and up rainbow ladders with four albums, countless tours, millions of listeners and a recent signing with Fueled By Ramen, the label under which they are about to drop their highly anticipated 5th studio album. MARVIN had the good fortune of catching up with Knight—who is busy prepping for a European tour, a US tour and the release of the band's new album—to talk about all that goes into creating the bubbly world of Waterparks.

The new album titled Intellectual Property features eleven legit bangers filled with anthemic choruses. psychedelic experimentation and hooky melodies all polished to a sheen. There are hints of megalithic rock bands like Muse, inspiration from The Beach Boys and the pop punk sounds we have come to expect. But as for the "pop" part, this record goes in hard with collaborations with the likes of blackbear and songwriter/producer Julian Bunetta.

I love pop music and we got an offer to write with this dude, Julian, who has credits on 95% of One Direction's discography. I fucking love One Direction. I don't want to be dramatic but let's say I've got a top 60 favorite songs, I think four or five are One Direction songs. And Julian's written on all of them. I was just like, 'I want to do what I do but with him too.' And then I made "FUNERAL GREY", "BRAINWASHED", and "FUCK ABOUT IT", with him.

For this album, the band brought in more outside alliances than on previous albums, with Knight saying. "I think I was more open to [collaborations] on this album. Other people's opinions and thoughts and stuff like that. Normally, I don't really love writing with people that I don't know very well because it can feel very sterile. You walk in and they're like, 'what do you want to write about? You're like, 'oh fuck'—because it's a personal thing." And when it comes to getting personal, Knight is also realizing that to his surprise, the more personal he gets-the more vulnerable lyrically—the more universal the message.

I feel like I used to be kind of freaked out by [vulnerability], especially earlier, on album one. I was really nervous about it and it sounds so lame in retrospect but I didn't even want to do any acoustic songs. I liked burying myself a lit- tle bit behind a big instrumental. [The song] "21 Questions" for example. I sent that along with all the other demos to Benji because I wanted his opinion and he was like, 'this is one of the best ones.' Those wind up being the favorites, which seems counterproductive because songs are supposed to be relatable. And I never feel like I'm being relatable but I try to be less selfish with the writing. I want this to be for someone else.

When Knight refers to "Benji" he is talking about Benji Madden, one half of legendary pop punk duo Good Charlotte. Benji, along with his brother and bandmate Joel, manage Waterparks after discovering them on YouTube and DM'ing them on Twitter back in 2015. Knight received the news of the Maddens' invitation to fly to LA for a meeting while working as a babysitter who gave guitar lessons.

I called the guys and we're like, 'holy shit.' So we all went and bought swimsuits because…California. And yeah, that was it. After we met them, we went back to our hotel and were just like, 'what is happening? A week ago we were still passing out flyers outside of other people's shows. And we're right here, right now. This is the weirdest shit.'

A literal dream-come-true for Knight and the band, who eventually would make the move to LA from Houston while missing its Tex-Mex and Thai food, and of course, his family. But when it comes to the weather, he's all about California. He doesn't even mind the earthquakes. He was in a rooftop hot tub during one and actually found it rather exciting. For a man who has toured the world, there's a bright-eyed innocence and almost childlike wonder to him. His seeming lack of cynicism is as refreshing as freshly fallen snow which he admits he only saw for the first time not that long ago. But now, Knight talks about having stress dreams as he and the band get ready to embark on a European leg, followed by an extensive US tour.

Here's the thing, I like to play shows and I like to meet people. The other 22 hours of the day, I like having my space. I'm pretty particular, you know what I mean? I like my zone where I can sit and just do stuff. You go from peace and quiet and doing what you want all the time to sharing a small living space and a bus with twelve people. It's basically having twelve people in your living room for two months. And you're just like, 'ah, but the shows are great' as long as the shows are fun and everyone is having a great time, that makes it worth it to me.

He's also superstitious. Around his apartment there are crystals, there are obsidian and selenite wands in front of all the mirrors. He has a healer-type person come in and energetically clear his space, insisting he throw away objects that may have "dark entities" attached. "I'm luckier than people I know. They're like, 'why is the light always turning green when you go to it? Why do you always get the front spot at the store?' I'm like, it's because I don't split the pole, you know? Can't split a pole when you're walking. There's a bunch of superstitions. But I follow them and I'm crazy lucky."

In addition to music, he recently penned a well-received book of personal essays called, You'd Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out to Get You). He plans to write a novel next and has also started a clothing line called HiiDef. that fabricates small collections that sell out fast. His enthusiasm for the line is on par with music. "If everybody made the songs that I wanted to hear, I wouldn't have to do this. The same thing applies with clothing." Passion abound, he is all smiles when discussing plans for the future of Waterparks.

How do I get to the fucking moon? I think anyone who hears this album is going to love it. Cause I think it's incredible. I'm looking at the songs right now. I'm just like, 'man, straight slappers.' Even the last song, which I know wouldn't be a single or anything-that's probably one of the best accomplishments of a song that we've ever been able to pull off. I see this album in plaques on the wall. All right, we're manifesting now.

He names his goals out loud, as one is meant to do when calling them in, mentioning things like how much he'd like to play the Redding and Leeds Festivals at sunset. Then he pulls up the Waterparks US tour schedule online while musing, "I want one of those big "Sold Out" things across all the dates. It's getting there dude. Yeah, actually, it's going crazy right now." In real time, he seems to discover that the banners that cross nearly all of the show dates do indeed read, "Sold Out". And then it's clear. Awsten Knight is lucky. But luck is really about preparation meeting opportunities and he has definitely shown up to the game prolific and prepared. Five albums in, it's clear that Knight and Waterparks have only just begun.

@waterparks

#i scanned this big ass magazine and photoshopped it back together after i found out you could buy this digitally so you better reblog #awsten knight #otto wood #geoff wigington #waterparks #i.zip #anyways story time #only reason i bought this is bc i saw this at barnes and noble at the mall and it was wayyy cheaper than if i got a physical online #$25 instore vs $30 online + $20 shipping which is INSANE but the fact that this is the size of my torso is even more insane #it's just some puff piece like the rest of the shit you'd expect from a rich people magazine that brands itself as punk #and that josh madden shilled his way into again lol

[ooihcnoiwlerh]

I Wrote Another Thing!

For people who follow Some Things Are Meant to Be on AO3 first of all, I am so, so sorry for how slowly I've been updating. Life has hit me pretty hard and on top of that I have writer's block on how I want to continue the main story.

Second, I have been working on a companion piece that is a prequel written from both Elvis and the reader's perspectives as they navigate the lives they lead before they finally meet in early 1973. The first chapter is up on AO3 now and I can link it here:

Before You - ooihcnoiwlerh - Elvis (Movie 2022) [Archive of Our Own]

I've also fallen into the rabbit hole of Pinterest boards and have made one for the first chapter that I'll link here: (1) Pinterest.

For those who want sneak preview, I'll post tidbits below the cut:

People like to say that you're too big for your britches.  People see a scrappy kid in her sister's secondhand hand-me-downs and think it's sometimes cute and funny, sometimes exasperating how stubborn and competitive you can be.  It gets you in trouble early on; grown ups and other kids alike quick to remind you of your place.

You never listen for long.

You have a few early memories of your mother taking you into work with her a couple of times a week because you’re too young for school like your older siblings and she tells you to not bother anyone or cause a scene while she rolls out and laminates dough and makes and pipes filling.

You don’t bother anyone or cause a scene as far as you’re concerned, but you quickly lose interest in seeing your mother at work and wander off briefly which results in a thorough spanking.  You don’t get why it’s so wrong for you to want to see new places or leave your little bubble, especially when no one seems to have time for you anyway.

All things considered, it could be worse.  The two-bedroom, one-bathroom row house with paper thin walls, warped floors, and occasional faulty wiring is better than no home at all and your parents know how to shop and cook economically enough to make a grocery budget stretched to its limit feel like plenty.  It’s also not like the kids at your school have it much better and can mock you for being poor when a good chunk of them are too.  While you doubt you’ll ever develop the same love for cooking as your parents, you do like being “the little helper” in the kitchen when your siblings outgrow that title (even if your mother has more than one use for a wooden spoon that can put the fear of God in you if you cross her.)  A few of your classmates and neighborhood kids make fun of you but you still make at least a few friends.   And while they find you annoying, your older siblings still love you, even if that love sometimes feels like that baffled fondness one feels for a yappy terrier trying to sidle up to a Rottweiler.  

And for nearly as long as you can remember you love movies and big billboards with people whose names you’ve never heard splashed across them.  You coax whichever older sibling is most likely to give in to take you to all the movies and disappear, for the brief time you’re watching the screen.  You’re not little Y/F/N Y/L/N, the tagalong youngest of four with nothing to your name and no one to listen to you; you’re whoever you want to be, sharing in the adventures you see in each movie.  And someday you’ll be in those movies, and be that person for another lonely and frustrated child who wants to escape.

At first you decide you want to be an actress.  After all, for a child there’s little else you really understand that goes into making a movie.

“That’s what I’m gonna do,” you announce to your parents and of course they think you're being ridiculous.  They also can't afford to fund your little fantasy even if they wanted to.

But there are school plays and musicals you try out for and get into.  You find that you have a perfectly fine singing voice and an aptitude for matching pitch.  It doesn't take you too long to learn choreography or lines.

It's fun, and you get the impression that you have some moderate talent for it.

But you start to realize that you’re not amazing.  You’re not sure why some part of you was hoping you’d be some kind of prodigy, but you’re definitely not.  And that’s fine; it’s been said that success is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration, but you also don’t love it.  You don’t feel the same thrill that you hear real actors do onstage.  You don’t transform into your character or become this larger-than-life persona like the stars and starlets you see onscreen.  You’re still little Y/F/N Y/L/N, just in grease paint and a costume giving a “solid, even charming” performance.

Funny thing, you don’t then lose interest or decide that show business isn’t for you, after all when you come to that realization.  You just wonder what it is you should be doing if not acting.

You’re not that interested in lighting or set building.  The technical aspects of filmmaking interest you to some extent, but what fascinates you is how it all comes together.

"Maybe directing, then?” a friend who still humors you tells you after rehearsal and before you have to go home.

“Maybe.”  The next time you go to the movies, you pay attention to the credits and all the different job titles.  You’ve matured enough to understand a lot more goes into making a movie than the people onscreen and so mentally pick through and notice “A Cecil B. DeMille Production” and “Produced and Directed by Cecil B. DeMille.”

What does a producer do, exactly? you wonder, and after a bit of digging you find out.  A producer oversees the entire picture as a whole and promotes it so that audiences actually come to see it.  They're the ones pushing them during awards season.  And that…sounds perfect.  You help bring the entire thing together, as it were, and you realize that was what you wanted all along.

"I think you stand a better shot at being an actress," people tell you when you explain your new career plans.

It's a man's world, of course.  And men entirely different from any that you've met.  And yet, somehow, it never really occurs to you that your dreams are impossible.  

You never stop believing that you'll be able to do anything you put your mind to.  At times that belief is all you really have.

...........................

Everything changes again one night right when Elvis is twenty, when they get the chance to perform for KWKH station’s Louisiana Hayride. 

It’s certainly the largest crowd they’ve played so far, the farthest they’ve ventured out.  It’s the first time anyone’s going to record them live, and that’s the part that terrifies him the most.  He pictures himself freezing, forgetting all the lyrics, and who knows, maybe simultaneously throwing up and pissing himself onstage before being booed into oblivion.  Scotty and Bill try to talk him down.  Dixie, sweet Dixie, who’s two years his junior and who he’s pretty sure he’s going to propose to after the end of her senior year, offers him a soda that he can’t drink because his stomach’s already foaming like it has rabies.

Twenty-six different states all listening in.  It’s too much.  He gets the sweats and the shakes performing in front of tiny crowds at clubs for almost zero money.

“What if I forget the words on live radio?” he asks.

He calms down enough, encircled by Scotty and Bill, by Dixie, by his parents, to steel his resolve once they’re called to the stage.

He’s still shaking like a leaf, feeling nauseous and sweaty as he barely registers Lorace Hogan’s words as he introduces himself and isn’t entirely sure what’s spilling out of his mouth as he tries to thank everyone and introduce the song and then…silence.  Elvis can sense Bill and Scotty getting nervous behind him as he can’t quite get the sound out, as he freezes.  A guy around his age in the audience calls him a fairy and tells him to get a haircut.

And while, for some reason, he was terrified of this very thing, the sudden noise is what spurs him on.  It shocks him into clarity.  That’s the worst of it, then: some stranger spouting nothing he hasn’t already heard before.  He can just move on and do the song.  He takes a deep breath, and he lets loose.

It’s a fun song; Elvis likes the bouncy rhythm of it and playful tone and finds it comfortable in his range.  He thinks that he and the guys play it pretty well.

What he doesn’t expect is for the amount of girls and women in the audience to start screaming; it starts out as a few giving little shrieks, jumping in their seats, but then the number grows, and he’s not sure why.

At the instrumental break he turns to Bill and Scotty for some explanation and the answer is, “The wiggle!  Them girls wanna see you wiggle!  Move, man!  More!  Much more!”

Funny; he hadn’t been fully aware of the fact that he was wiggling.  But these girls sure seem to like it.  So he keeps moving, keeps feeling the music and lets it take over.  The screams, the near-hysteria from the audience keep him going like they’re fuel and he’s a pink Cadillac and for a couple of minutes he’s never felt more powerful.  As one final gesture he reaches out into the audience, and they nearly pull him off the stage, tearing his jacket off of him.

And he leaves the stage, stunned, like he’s just had an out of body experience.

That was real.  That was all real; the show, and the audience’s reaction to it.  To him.  To some extent he’d known that the audiences enjoyed him, that for the last few years anyway that some girls liked him, but he’s never felt their reaction so deeply before.

He knows, in this moment, he’ll never be the same.

.........................

Elvis promises both Mama and Dixie that he hasn’t gotten to any foolin around on the road and so far he’s managed to keep his promise.  It’s not easy, granted. A lot of pretty girls would love to be in his hotel room where he stays, alone.  It’s funny; while he started dating back in high school, he’s never felt so deeply wanted until now.  

It’s an intoxicating feeling, like one night when he was younger and tried drinking peach brandy.  So at first he reminds himself of the morning after trying the peach brandy when he spent the majority of it throwing up and swearing to God above that he’d never touch the stuff again.  He flirts with the audience, tries to hide how flustered he feels to see so many girls throw their unmentionables onstage when he performs, and stops there.

It comes to a head, albeit not literally, when a woman his age, perhaps a little older, invites herself into his hotel room without a word.  He recognizes her from earlier, when she’d asked for his autograph after the concert.  She’d said her name was Natalie and he’d noticed even then the raw sex appeal she’d exuded, how she’d seemed interested in him but not in the breathless, star-struck way the other girls were.  More like he was a fun new toy she wanted to play with.  It had thrown him off guard but he’d almost been able to forget, until now.

His resistance has been falling each night.  He knows that he could easily ask this woman to leave.  Instead he turns his head to watch her sashay past him.  He takes in the sight of her supple curves shown off to almost dizzying effect in her tight little dress and she smirks over her shoulder, aware of how he's watching her as she drops her purse on the edge of the bed.  One that Elvis had been getting ready to retire to; he’s taken his shoes and socks off and had been working on his shirt before opening the door.  He stares, dumbfounded at her confidence and the way this woman’s skirt hugs her hips and backside.

He knows that he's on the verge of something new once more, that if he keeps going there's no returning to who he was before.

He shuts the door and turns to face her.  His heart pounds, he feels flushed and hot, his nerves on fire.

He could easily ask her to leave.  He should.  He should tell her that there’s some misunderstanding, that he’s flattered but he has a girl back home who’d be crushed if he fooled around with someone else.  He wouldn’t have to tell this woman that he’s never actually fooled around with his girlfriend, either.

“I haven’t done as much as you probably think,” he says instead.

......................

Ma sent you and your brother out for one last errand before the shops shut and you glance past the TVs in the home appliances store.  Your family may have moved into a nicer rowhouse with an extra bedroom and bathroom, but a television set is not a luxury your parents see any reason to throw away money on.

You’re glad, then, that you’ve been sent out this particular night because the image you see stops you dead in your tracks.

You know who this man is–you’ve heard his voice on the radio recently, the deep crooning and vivacious mix of rhythm and blues with country.  You’ve seen pictures that left you stunned at his combination of masculinity and almost ethereal beauty.  But you’ve never seen actual footage of him moving until now.

Fully dressed and before an audience he moves with untamed energy, rocking his hips in a way that just looks so primal that you can hardly believe it’s real.

It feels like you shouldn’t be allowed to see this.  Technically, he’s not doing anything wrong; it’s not like his thing is actually out for you to look at.  It’s not like he’s actually–well–you blush, watching as his hips go between undulating like the rolling tide and bouncing frenetically.  You let out an involuntary gasp, face flushing.  

While your eyes travel everywhere, noting his pretty face and plush lips, his long hair, you keep looking at, well, the area in between his legs you know is forbidden until marriage.  The part of him that you have only the vaguest knowledge of and have been told is meant for making babies only, just like your flower that's been bleeding every month for two years now.  You know the mechanics, and think about them sometimes with a detached sort of curiosity but no particular real desire.  

In between your own legs you throb, feeling hot.  You can't move, can't look away.  You've never seen anything quite like this.  Never felt quite like this or so deeply.  Once again you forget how long you’re standing there and staring at the vision before you.

“Y/N, what’re you looking at?  We need to–” your brother sees the monitor, looks at you, and rolls his eyes as he shakes his head.  “Oh, for–you can drool over that guy later.  Come on."

You immediately bristle, ashamed and almost afraid.  Is it really so obvious that you were thinking such indecent thoughts?  

"Oh, screw you!" you tell him, flushed now from embarrassment.

Your brother feigns an offended gasp.  "She's cursing now!  What next?" He reaches for your arm to tug you away and you pull away.

“I’m not a child!” you tell him, and he rolls his eyes. 

"Remember this conversation in four years.  Now come on."

Your brother doesn't bring it up later.  He could easily tease you about it in front of your sister and parents and a few years ago probably would've.  You're grateful; since you're the youngest and the only one who hasn't dated at all yet, and your parents hate the mere suggestion of that changing anytime soon.  But they also want you to get married.  If you had the gall to sass them, you’d ask if they knew you’d have to eventually date to marry.

That night you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what you saw.

You feel wet, but not like you're about to pee.  You squirm as you think about how you’ve heard whispers of people taking care of their…urges…alone.  And you keep thinking about it as you desperately want something to rock against, to rub against the ache between your legs.

You can't.  You mustn't.  You shouldn't.

Although if your sister wasn't sleeping just a few feet away, you probably would at least try, even if you wouldn’t have any clue what you’re doing.

You give a small whine through closed lips and throw yourself onto your side, flopping around in bed like a fish out of water.    

You groan, embarrassed, and after a moment fish out the magazine you’ve kept hidden under a book in your nightstand along with your flashlight.  You silently apologize to your older sister as you pull the covers up and turn on the flashlight.  You catalog everything you see, every detail.

You wonder what he looks like under those baggy suits.  You know enough of the basics of a man's anatomy but wonder, still.  He's slender but not too thin.  Would his…his thing match that or be thick like a…a Coke can?  Is that even possible?  You've heard that he's six feet tall.  Would that mean he'd be long?  You're not sure what "long" would even look like.  You haven't been so bold as to ask your sister (who you know for a fact has gone all the way already with her fiance and that's part of why they're engaged now) nor any of her friends.  Right now you wish you had, so you have a better frame of reference.  You wonder how it would feel nestled within you.  

You've never even been kissed and already you're thinking about far more than that.  It's safe to imagine, though, that he's a wonderful kisser.  With those soft-looking full lips he can probably do a lot; you're not sure exactly what, but your body seems to understand things your brain hasn't learned yet.

You end up falling asleep with your flashlight in your hand and the magazine pressed against your cheek.

.......................................

The Colonel asks him what he’s going to sing tonight.

“I’ve made no decision,” Elvis says, not in any particular mood to pretend that he’s happy with the Colonel right now.  “I’ll feel it.”

The cop smirks and cheerfully tells him it will all go fine, “just so long as you don’t wiggle a finger!”

And that does it.  Something snaps within him, even as he sits still and quiet, face still impassive as he gazes out the window at the massive crowd that’s formed.   A crowd of people who are there for him because they responded to who he actually is, not the neutered parody of himself that Steve Allen and the Colonel have been trotting him out as.

I’m here for them, not for any of the people who want to hold me back.

As he’s being announced, as he and his guys start to ascend the stage, the Colonel grabs Elvis’s arm.

“All you gotta do is sing the nice song, smile the nice smile, no wiggling, and then we can get back to show business!  And have fun, my boy!  Fun!” he says, either not noticing or not caring about the coiled tension in Elvis’s body, the way Elvis doesn’t respond.  A little over two years ago Elvis thought the Colonel had all the answers to questions he never even thought to ask.  He thought the Colonel understood him better than anyone else in show business possibly could.  Right now he’s not so sure.

What he is sure of is that something needs to change, and he’s going to be the one to do it.

Now.

He knows for a fact the cop who drove him here is in attendance, watching and seething as Elvis points one pinky in the air, and that knowledge makes him smirk.  For a moment he feels like a prowling lion, ready for the attack.  

“Trouble,” he instructs the band.

“I’m gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!” he cries out to the audience.

‘Fuck you,’ he thinks, the moment the first chord hits.

‘Fuck you,’ he thinks, as he begins with, “If you’re lookin for trouble, you came to the right place.”

He won’t lie down, he won’t give in.  He doesn’t give a shit that there’s a segregationist rally nearby and in fact he hopes he ruins the rally because fuck them, too. He doesn’t want their approval.  Elvis gyrates and writhes and screams and doesn’t give a single flying fuck what trouble he’s really causing because for the first time in months he truly feels alive.  

#elvis 2022 #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis fanfiction #austin!elvis smut #elvis presley #elvis movie

[vickyvicarious]

Today's episode is one I've been really looking forward to, because I'm curious how the sound design/delivery will interpret the veracity of Lucy's letter. Is it all perfectly honest, but with the dates incorrect (should have been sent before she first got back to London and is reflecting some of the date confusion surrounding things like Seward's missing week and Mina's too-quick journey to Budapest)? Or are the dates correct and Lucy is lying here (trying to demonstrate to Mina that she is living happily and doesn't need to be worried over, in order to let Mina focus on Jonathan's care)? I personally have tended to lean more towards the latter interpretation though I can see both, and as I was looking forward to this episode I could think of several ways you could imply that to be the case with background music, or Lucy's voice being weak despite her words being happy, etc.

It sounds like they went for an assumption of honesty here. And it's lovely to listen to, absolutely delightful to get to hear Lucy be happy, so I'm not sad about it at all, but a part of me kind of feels like this is a lost opportunity to have some really neat mismatch between written word and how it is spoken. Then again, that would be taking a stance that maybe they didn't want to go for. Which is absolutely fair, especially given how much other timelines are weird right now, and that the letter claims to be from Whitby. And once again, it is wonderful to listen to as is.

Anyways, thoughts on the sound!

I love and adore the way Lucy says "Mina Harker" - she knows just how excited Mina is to be Mrs. Harker now and she is just as happy for her

the way she says "oceans of love and millions of kisses" getting faster as she goes and just with such emphasis and. It's so goddang sweet, I love Lucy.

"Arthur says I am getting fat!" the emphasis on that last word is also super cute and I love her joking around

"Arthur is here" SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH, she's so delighted

the long list of dates that Lucy/Arthur go on. I love them both. Also, it reveals them being quite active people when possible!

"I love him more than ever. He tells me that he loves me more, but I doubt that, for at first he told me that he couldn't love me more than he did then." This is SUCH a cute couple joke. Arthur constantly turning to Lucy like "I love you even more now" and her calling him out "did you lie to me when you told me it was impossible to love me more than you did last week????" and him in return going "no I would never lie to you. I just love you so much that I've expanded the bounds of how much it's possible to love someone since then, that's all. now it's really impossible to love more than I love you" and her going "uh huh talk to me in a week after I give you the present I've been working on" and just. CUTENESS

anyways back to right now, the delivery of "But this is nonsense." - again, it's just so nice to hear her having fun, being bubbly and silly and happy

"your loving Lucy" <3 <3 <3 <3

#dracula daily #re: dracula #lucy westenra #lucy/arthur

[skibasyndrome]

Darling Simon, here are some fic writing questions! Curious about 2, 7 and/or 8, and 4/37?

Wish you a fabulous Friday!

Hey there W, thank you so much for asking me all of these! :) And I'm sorry for waiting with answering until it's not even Friday anymore ahhh, but I hope you had a good one! 💜💜💜

2: Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Oh sooooooo many!!!!! I really wanna write some classic enemies to lovers sometime and OH okay, this is probably highly specific, but I cooked up this AU idea with @sillylittleflower once and like one of the things that me wanna write it the most is the fact that I could include a good old tending to the wounds of someone and getting very close to them in process scene in it. Scenes like that are 100/10 and I will not rest until I've been able to write at least one!!!!

7: Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

God... the way I always forget everything immediately after I post it. But hmmm, something I REALLY enjoyed writing is this in Never Letting You Go:

Him on his knees to worship Simon, to offer him everything he has. To spell his veneration out, rededicate this space, make it into a temple for them and their love. To fill the air around them with the sounds of his sweet and breathy prayer. Wilhelm nuzzles his nose along the patch of hair and smiles to himself. If anyone dares to intrude on this moment that feels so fucking holy, well, let them see.

Because listen... something about using religious imagery to write about gay stuff? Idk, that's just a personal favorite of mine. Oh and I love the entire scene that this is taken out of because it's something I hadn't planned, it just sort of came to me and I love that I was able to take this very compromising position, but then not do what's most likely expected and instead make it into this sweet little break in between the sex, idk? I love writing not-always-so-linear sex scenes in case you hadn't noticed, lol.

8: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I've recently been trying (and really enjoying!) to write more dialogue-heavy stuff, and I had soooo much fun with EVERYTHING in Lavender Haze, but especially some of the not-so-smoot flirting:

“I uh, I don’t,” he’s stumbling over the words, still not taking his eyes off Simon. “I can’t dance, really.” “Oh, don't they teach you stuff like that at… royal school?” Simon shoots back, a challenging glint in his eyes that honest to god makes Wilhelm's knee buckle. Wilhelm winces dramatically. “Don't fucking remind me… I can give you a really unsexy waltz if that's what you want.” The laughter bubbling from Simon's throat is worth all the embarrassment Wilhelm feels at the memory of tripping over his own feet at some function. “Okay, new question: is there such a thing as a sexy waltz?” Simon asks and Wilhelm snorts. “Clumsy waltz, then?” Wilhelm tries and can’t quite fight the fluttering inside his chest at the way Simon is shaking his head at him playfully.

4: How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Oh god... too many for someone that should focus on getting one thing out at a time. But it's also kinda cool, because back in October I thought I'd never be able to come up with an original fic idea (as in, not taking something from canon) ever again.

Okay, I counted about 11 that I have traces of in my Google docs, some of them already have a bunch of actual writing to them, some just have outlines, but I love all of them and hope to get to them at one point of the other <3

37: Talk about your current wips.

Oh my goooood, I could talk for HOURS about them, this is too much ahhhh. Well, my most current WIP is a Sequel to my beloved Lavender Haze, which has Wille dealing with the aftermath of his hook-up (and maaaaaaybe, love at first sight situation, but who's to say) with Simon. I'm having a lot of fun with including other characters for once, like Felice, her gf, Maddie, Rosh and just trying my hand at something AU for once :)

And well... my vampire AU....... beloved...... beautiful......... when will I do her the honors of finally writing that first chapter instead of literally everything that comes after!?!?!?

And then I have a bunch of other ideas that I bother @sillylittleflower with 24/7 because they don't wanna leave my head, one of them, very, veeeeeery beloved is a photography student AU, hopefully strangers to friends to lovers and very, very soft and! which is new for me! Simon POV!

Please ask me some fun fic writer asks <3

#darktwistedgenderplural #answered

[morgueofstories]

I was tagged by @mistythedritten to do this challenge (which I'm excited Misty @ me)

How many works do you have on Ao3?

I have 10 works rn and many, many wips that are waiting to be finished (college is kicking my ass at the moment as I'm on my final semester)

2. What is your word count?

14,030 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly Dream SMP

4. What are your top 5 fics? (stats)

You're Not Alone Anymore, Your Suffering Left You Broken, Let Me Help You Heal, Mine, Beautiful The Way That You Are, Sometimes, You Can Ask For Help are my top 5 at the moment

5. Do you always respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes I do respond to comments if people have questions or are confused, but I do not respond to every single comment

6. Angstiest ending for a fic?

I believe my angstiest ending would have to be for Broken and Barely Breathing as that seemed to be the one most people cried over in the comments

7. First Fic with a Happy Ending?

I believe it is Beautiful The Way That You Are as it ends where Dream starts to show off the tattoos that covered up his scars after Farfadox tells him he is beautiful just how he is

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think so but I mostly don't check my comments for hate

9. Do you write smut?

On this account, no I don't but that may change with a Farfadream story idea I had (mostly just flashbacks of a traumatic time c!Dream will be going through)

I have dipped my toes into writing smut and have an account solely for writing smut (no I won't reveal it)

10. Do you write crossovers?

Does Farfadream count as writing a crossover?

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

I don't believe I've had a fic stolen but I don't check to see if my works have been posted elsewhere without my consent

12. Ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Ever co-written?

On a fic, no I have not co-written but I do have some story ideas that I collaborate with other writers on Discord (fun times)

14. Favorite ship?

Can't pick, there are to many c!dream ships that I love and I hope to make a post about the ones I enjoy soon

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but probably never will?

probably the Farfadream Mental Asylum au where Farfadox is a priest (secretly the king of demons) and Dream is a patient who is possessed by a dreamon

16. Writing strengths?

Once I write I don't stop and mostly I feel like writing when listening to a specific playlist which I will only put on to start writing

17. Writing weaknesses?

Procrastination, I always tell myself that I will write and then I don't, I also have trouble when it comes to writing people speak where I use the word 'said' too much

18. Thoughts on dialog in another language in a fic?

I enjoy it! I actually have written dialog in another language mostly when Farfadox speaks Spanish

19. First fandom you have written for?

Rise of the Brave Frozen Tangled Dragons back when I was 13 and had a different writing account before I created this one for writing Minecraft block men

20. Favorite fic you have written?

Your Suffering Left You Broken, Let Me Help You Heal is probably my favorite fic I wrote as I enjoyed writing Tina's perspective of the server where she realized that everyone on the server was the problem and not Dream (I also enjoyed writing the part where she sees Tommy as a spoiled brat)

And that is it! I will tag @sudspots-in-a-bubble, @mpregconnoisseur, @allytienesuenio, @somanywips, and @lookinghalfacorpse

#morgue answer logs

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickle game

As I was struggling to fall back asleep like always, I had the sudden realization that I haven't written a poly WxS fic in over a month. I need to fix that like NOW. Anyways, you just know they'd come up with any excuse to tickle the ever living shit out of Tsukasa LMAO.

Tickle prompts

“Let’s play a game!”

“Pretty please?”

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Tsukasa x Rui x Emu x Nene (poly wxs)

Lee: Tsukasa

Lers: Rui, Emu, Nene

Warnings: Tickles!

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As Tsukasa was happily working on the new costumes for their next show, he was suddenly dragged downstairs by an hyperactive Emu "Tsukasa, let's play a game!".

"Can't you see that I was busy- WAH!" he got interrupted mid sentence as Emu launched him over to the couch. Before he even had the chance of getting up, he screamed bloody murder as Rui pounced on him, pinning his arms up in the process.

"Emu I've got him, now get him!" cheered out the eccentric guy as Emu sat on the blonde's waist. Tsukasa looked at their exchange in confusion, until he saw Emu's wiggly fingers approach his torso.

"Wahait! Emu dohohon't!" he wasn't able to hold back the nervous giggles that started bubbling up in his chest. That's how ticklish he was.

"But I wanna play the tickle game with you. Pretty please???" she mustered up the best puppy eyes she could. Tsukasa tried to look away but she was too powerful for this world.

With a groan, he replied "F-fine, but just for a bihiHIT! NAHAHAHA!". He instantly fell into his obnoxious laughter as Emu lost no time attacking his tummy.

"Yay! Coochi coochi coo~!" cheered out the pink girl as her ticklish boyfriend squealed at the teases.

"Aww, isn't he so cute~" cooed out Rui as Emu nodded in agreement. Using one hand to keep his lover's wrists pinned, Rui used his other one to skitter along Tsukasa's neck and ears.

"PFFT! AHAHAHAHA! RUI YOU JEHEHERK!" Tsukasa shook his head around as he squeezed his eyes shut. His face progressively getting redder. The ticklers giggled along their boyfriend, enjoying the cute and funny reactions they got out of him

Suddenly, they were interrupted as Nene walked in on them. "Hey guy what are you doing-" she stopped mid sentence to observe the scene in front of her. Tsukasa was gasping for air as if he had just ran a marathon, while Emu and Rui had the most guilty looking faces on the planet.

"Uhh... this isn't what it looks like!" blurted out Rui, trying to put on a convincing smile, while Emu nodded profusely.

"You guys, we're supposed to be working on our next show".

"But... I wanted to play the tickle game..." Emu looked down with a saddened expression, it was unbearable to witness.

Not wanting to make her girlfriend upset, Nene said "Oh alright, but on one condition". The other two perked their heads up, listening intently. "You let me join in on the fun~" a teasy smirk overtook her lips as the other two smiled in excitement.

"What?! No! This isn't faHAHAIR!" Tsukasa bucked so hard when Nene squeezed his kneecap that Emu almost fell off of him.

"Don't act as if you don't like it~" teased Rui as he went back to scribbling along his neck. While Emu went back to tickling all over his tummy and sides, and Nene remained down tickling his knees.

"GYAHAHAHAHAHA!" Tsukasa's laugh somehow managed to get louder, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole street heard him. He would complain but... Rui was right, he did enjoy it. So why not allow himself to be subjected to his partners tickle torture for a bit. Work can wait a while longer.

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Poly WxS will forever be one of my fave ships💖

#project sekai #tickle #tickle fic #fic #colorful stage #project sekai tickle #colorful stage tickle #colorful stage tickle fic #project sekai tickle fic #tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro #emu otori #nene kusanagi #lee!tsukasa #ler!emu #ler!rui #ler!nene #poly wxs

[staysafedontdie]

I thought I was free of BG3, but I was not.

(sorry Im not using the real app so it's not letting me edit correctly)

So, I made another Redeemed!Durge playthrough.

While my first one was narratively and cognitively dissonant, story-wise (an unusual looking Githyanki Bard, doing serial murdering in Baldur's Gate? Brushing elbows with powerful people? And no one noticed???) I decided to chalk that up to Bhaal being incredibly cocky. He has the old man voice and is much more tired than my current PC.

My goal with this updated playthrough was two-fold:

Make the ultimate Durge - constantly underestimated, can go anywhere, no one bats an eyelash at their presence.

Get Astarion as the first and only companion and using a specific guide (https://reddit.com/r/BaldursGate3/s/visFK1mKzl - top comment), get the scenes that I initially missed. (Most of the companion scenes are tiered/have priority, I think it's a combination of specific character and approval. Most often Astarion's scenes get overwritten by Shadowheart, Lae'zel, or Gale.)

So, my new character is a Female Half-Elf Bard (Sword Bard OP), with more traditionally Elven features, tanned skin, freckles, and light brown hair with a bit of blonde from sun-bleaching. She looks like the personification of the sun. Someone who's never gone a day without.

But she's also pretty, and forgettable -which is the important part. Other than the shattered dagger throat tattoo, a scar over her lips and the dagger earrings, she's just the girl next door. And since she's slight in build, she's constantly underestimated. It made for quick work to lure people to their doom.

the WORST part is that I've been writing blurbs between playing.

I've written over /16,000/ words. On my phone. Mostly idling in game, headphones on, listening to the ambient music. Or laying in bed. It's not even edited, it's just terrible stream of consciousness stuff.

I call the story collection 'Brief Moments in Time' and one of them involves my Half-Elf, Lysithea, having a core memory unlocked when Astarion is spouting lines at her during the Tiefling Party. Turns out she not only LIKES pick up lines, but also COLLECTS them. They were very useful for luring people to their deaths - like a less sexy version of what Astarion used to do for Cazador.

Here's the little memory flashback I have for her. The ending lines are meant to invoke that moment with the dying Mind Flayer you find at the crash site in Act 1. (Compassion??)

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The settings are vague, but the bustling environment must be a local tavern. She’s sipping ale quietly from a table that has a strategic vantage point. The occasional scratching of a quill in a book accompanies her gaze, making sure to take notes on would be targets.

But just over by the bar, she hears a drunken man say a fun pick-up line a little too loudly. Like Astarion she used whatever means she had to lure people away to their doom, and she pays attention to the honeyed words to try and see if they’ll be of some use to her.

“Are you a Gelatinous Cube? Because I feel like this encounter is going to end up with me inside you.”

Past the rage and the darkness that consume her, there’s a small bubble of… joy.

Joy?

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And then she spends the next little bit spouting lines at Astarion, which he rather likes because she calls him beautiful. And it's nice to be on the receiving end of such attention every now and again.

She's also aware the entire time he's using her, but doesn't care. She's got no sense of who she is, beyond a few small things, so she's using him as well for companionship and to help curb the urge and build new memories. After all, they're a lot alike.

UGH I JUST CANT STOP WRITING LITTLE GARBAGE THINGS ALL THE TIME. I HAVE BEEN CONSUMED. NOTHING REMAINS BUT BG3. please help me 😭

BUT!!

...In the future I want to do a Wyll run where I romance Karlach because I heard he goes with her at the end to Avernus anyway and they're so sweet to each other 🥹

#bg3 #bg3 dark urge #dark urge x astarion #cries because this is my life now #please end my suffering #bg3 spoilers

[starsarefire824]

Why Eleven is upset with Mike at the end of s4 and why seems like she upset with Will too? How do you perceived that moment? She seems watch Mike but Will too and ignore them both. Do you think she is upset with Mike because she listen that it was Willwho forced Mike to do the monologue or because she understand something is going on beetwen Will and Mike? I think it's weird after the monologue Mileven seems not in good mood. If Mileven is the main couple of the show why they did another beautiful moment beetwen Byler and not them?

Hey there anon. I think this goes back to my other ask where I mentioned the thought bubble imagery used for El in "Piggyback"

This to me is a very intentional shot. It serve two purposes: to show us El's plan to piggyback into Max's mind and then when the view point changes--to show the audience that El is starting to catch onto something. Mike and Will are exceptionally close in this shot. Argyle and Jonathan are exceptionally close as well an they are separated into pairs. Mike's pesky triangle (arrow) is pointing to yours truly and imo the imagery can't be anymore obvious.

We had a scene of El checking in on Hawkins', which makes sense after she was told what was going to happen there, but if I were her, I think that checking in on my boyfriend and my brother would also be high on the priority list. We were not shown that of course, but it could easily be written that way into season 5 as a reveal. I am not like convinced of this theory or anything, but I definitely think it's interesting/fun to think about.

The end of season 4 for me is actually what made me start to really wonder about Mike and El as a couple. When I first watched Vol 2 of season 4 I, like many others one here, had a very visceral reaction the the way things turned out. I took Mike's monologue at face value even though I thought it was cringey and my initial instinct was to say oh what's with the writing?

But then we got the scenes after it, and I marinated on it a bit, and now I've come to the conclusion that there is something not quite right with El's reaction to the monologue. It is just super strange to me that if Mike and El are supposed to be the main romance that drives the story along and ties everything together than why weren't they given the proper attention at the end of this season? Mike said everything El thought she wanted to hear, and he said it pretty emphatically. He finally said the three little words she's been longing to hear. So why, for the love of god, were they not given a scene to wrap that plot line up? If it was going to be something confirmed this season, than why weren't we given a soft, intimate scene between them where they talk about the monologue and both express their feelings in private. Why didn't we get a good kiss scene? Why didn't we get smiles and little touches? If I got any of that, I would have said, it's an unrequited love story on Will's part, full stop. But we didn't.

I personally think that scene in the cabin where El looks at Mike is her sort of stewing on what happened when she was in the freezer. I think she's sort of taking in all the things he said, but I don't think she was ready to confront him about it. I honestly think that at the scene at the table in the pizza place she was going to probably allude to the fact that maybe they are better as friends, but they were interrupted by Argyle. But yeah, I think that El is having a lot of feelings in that moment. I think she is angry at One, I think she is angry that she lost, and that she wasn't able to save Max. I think she is heartbroken over Max and I think she is also finally had the confirmation she needed to come to the conclusion that Mike is not in love with her. Do I think she has all the facts and understands what's going on between Mike and Will completely? No, I don't. Do I think it's going to be something that is dealt with head on in season five. Certainly!

But in that scene, I don't think that El's feelings can be pinpointed as one specific things. It's a combination of everything: Mike, Brenner's death, losing to Vecna, Max's death, the dire situation they are in, the impending doom of Hawkin's, Hopper, and the fact that she's lost for the first time in her life.

#byler #byler ask #el hopper #mike wheeler

[mimikittysblog]

Get to know me game!

Wasn't tagged by anyone but saw @end-hyphen do it sooo here I am doing it :3

Tagging: @hello-stranger24 @tfwheeseung @heeverseblog @dearsugarrush @hee-pster @jaysbiceps @seohotonin and anyone else who wants to doooo thisss!

Birthday: April 5th

favourite colour: Purple! But pink is slowly becoming my favorite. Or I could just say both lol

do you have pets?: YES! Have a toy poodle! His name is bubble :3

how tall are you?: Genuinely not sure- I guess I'm 155cm according to my friend? but I think I'm a bit taller than that so lets say 157cm

how many pairs of shoes do you own?: Oh.. a lot some are still in my old house- But I have well over 10.

favourite song: LITERALLY TXT JUST CAME OUT WITH THEIR NEW ALBUM AND DEVIL BY THE WINDOW HAS ME IN A FUCKING CHOKEHOLD- So yes. that. But Same Scent by Oneus is also one of my all time favorite along with A Song Written Easily!

favourite movie: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets hehe or Dead Poets Society

who would be your ideal partner?: Anyone who can love my dumbass and be patient with me 🥹 But making me laugh is the way to my heart so- someone who has a similar humor to me is almost an immediate 10.

do you want children?: Yes yes I doooo! Hopefully one day :3

have you gotten in trouble with the law?: Nope-

what colour socks are you wearing?: currently not wearing any

favourite type of music: Any really- if I like it, I like it. I say I typically like any conventional song if that makes sense- but if its catchy and I like it.. then I like it. Obviously rn I'm very into kpop but my music taste is all over the place. Like I still listen to some My Little Pony songs- CAUSE SOME OF THEM HAVE NO RIGHT BEING THAT GOOD.

how many pillows do you sleep with?: 5 and one long bolster. I actually just use one but I have 5 on my bed lol.

what position do you sleep in?: I sleep on my back, I used to sleep on my stomach but now I sleep on my back lol.

what don’t you like when you’re sleeping: Uhm.. bright light I guess?

what do you have for breakfast: I don't typically eat breakfast but whatever is available and I'm craving it lol, sometimes rice, sometimes a sandwich, sometimes its soup, sometimes its noodles.

have you ever tried archery?: Noooo I have not! But I've ALWAYS wanted to try! Looks so cool and fun! Wanna live out my Narnia dream :3

favourite fruit: Strawberries :3 but I also like grapes a lot! and pineapples!

are you a good liar?: I would have to say yes- or at least I'm decent at it

what’s your personality type?: INTP but it might've changed

innie or outie?: I think overall I'm more of an innie, I like just relaxing but recently I've been going out with friends more and that's been fun :) (but if this question is actually referring to my belly button then it's an innie)

left handed or right handed?: Leftieeee

favourite food: I would have to say Mac n Cheese overall lol- love cheesy things but an Indonesian dish called Rendang is so so good and also one of my faves.

favourite foreign food: Hmmm Teokpokki is really good :3

am i clean or messy?: Somewhat messy yes, I'm not like super messy, if it gets too much I'll clean up but I get lazy to clean up and put things away too often

most used phrase: Usually curse words (in english and Indonesian) but other than that its Nauurr, omg, woi, bener (correct in indonesian), gak gitu konsepnya (thats not the concept), beb, I wanna die and love

how long does it take for you to get ready: Depends, but roughly an hour for normal days. sometimes it can just be 30 mins.

do you talk to yourself?: Oh yes all the time. Bad habit really.

do you sing to yourself?: Of course I do, randomly burst into song like I'm in a musical too often.

are you a good singer?: Not even in the slightest. It's why I would rather swallow and shit out razor blades than sing for my idols at concerts. Yknow how idols sometimes gives the mic to a fan and ask them to sing? yeah no. pls don't let that ever happen to me.

biggest fear?: What happens after death- idk its scary to think that it just ends like that. I mean I do actually believe in an afterlife but.. still scary to think about.

are you a gossip?: I just sit and listen- I love gossip but I'm not the one to spread it lol. Mainly cause truthfully if no one tells me directly- I would literally never know. Like my campus- it's known as the gay campus 😭 I literally didn't know that until last semester cause my friend finally told me.

do you like long or short hair?: I prefer short cause it's easier to manage, however I like both. Cause you can have more hairstyles with long hair.

favourite school subject: English and PE

extrovert or introvert: Introvert

what makes you nervous: People. My mother and family. Idk a lot honestly 😭

who was your first real crush?: A guy from my middle school lol was my first love too

how many piercings?: Twooooo Want more thoughhh

how many tattoos?: Don't have any but I'd really like to have a few one day.

how fast can you run?: No clue but not that fast- thats for sure

what colour is your hair?: Ok- this is hard to explain- but I had my hair in a split dye, but for my aunts wedding I dyed it back to black. I dyed it twice cause after the first time I missed a few spots. So the first time I dyed it I actually mixed it with my purple conditioner, second time I did not. After my aunts wedding I washed my hair thoroughly because for the wedding I had to have my hair in a specific traditional hair style that requires a lot of teasing and hairspray. So most of the black hair dye got rinsed off and somehow- it left the top half of my hair green and the bottom part purple. But thats only for half of my hair so- my hair is black purple and green rn-

what makes you angry: Slow walkers and people who don't wait for people on the bus/in elevator to get off first before getting in.

do you like your name?: Yes very much so :3

do you want a boy or a girl as a child?: Any is fine :)

what are your strengths?: I'm pretty smart and understanding. But I'm brutally honest. and I'm very loyal.

what are your weaknesses?: Too loud

what is the colour of your bedspread?: White with like- a london pattern 😭 like it has the england flag and big ben and stuff on it.

colour of your room: Bluuuuueee! light blue!

#tag game #get to know me game

[disgruntleddemon]

OC lightning round: do you have an OC tag? who’s your favorite OC? what OC have you had the longest? are there small details about your OCs people wouldn’t imagine?

Ughh i had a lot of this written out, but Tumblr decided to glitch and erase it all. hatred and violence. anyways, lets see how much i remember lol. this was a fun challenge tho! ty!!

do you have an oc tag:

a few!

#mended/meltedwings: an old oc story that i wanna rework sometime. (Icarus is from that)

#vamp gang: my vampire ocs!

idk if i've used this one yet, but #farmer buddies would be for my ocs Crow and Brandy

#Craig/Dr.fizz: is a placeholder for an oc story i don't rly have a name for yet

and #Ferretcry's code is my warrior cats ocs. i ramble about them so much hjkjh

favorite oc:

I don't rly have one. i tend to shift interest in ocs around. i have a big soft spot for my man Icarus tho. he's so silly and angsty. homegrown poor little meow meow <3

what oc have you had the longest:

my first ever oc was a wolf called Muffin Top. his main personality traits were liking cupcakes, being scared of chickens, being kind of dumb, and being nice. his tongue also always lolled out. the mark on his butt was a face i doodled once, and decided to give to him as a marking

i also redesigned him in 2020. not that happy w that design now, but figured i'd show the difference anyway. the wolf w the blue and green hair is his gf Bubble Pop, who i also redesigned at the time

small details of ur oc ppl wouldn't know:

a lot of my background wc ocs (some of them i haven't even mentioned on her) have their own bits of lore. lets speedrun some:

Robintrill and Cardinalflight of thunderclan are divorced. they're also the parents of Roseshine and Mushrrom speckle.

Heathpaw of windclan saved a tooth from the first rabbit he caught, and intends to pierce his ear with it when he becomes a warrior.

Coldbreeze of windclan and Humidbreeze of riverclan are gonna have a forbidden relationship. yes i paired them based on their names lol

Pinestrike of shadowclan and her adopted son Olivekit are brough over from an old oc story of mine. in it, Olivekit was a dog that a cat w the prefix Pine adopted. his full name was Olivegrowl. Thicketstep and Ratstar are also from that story. Olivekit is now just a cat since i didn't feel like adding a dog plot.

Sootspots of Skyclan really wants a mate. he's gonna try and ask out Cricketleap at some point, but it's more out of loneliness than anything.

Bumblefoot and Petalfall of windclan are siblings and they're both very clumsy. they're named after that, and not too happy about it. Bumblefoot is short and stocky, which makes chasing rabbits hard. he'd be a good tunneler if that was still a role. he spends most of his time in camp helping out Bugwhisker. Petalfall on the other hand is super lanky and all legs. she has a tendency to trip over them. her and Bumble are very close.

Pikestar of Riverclan's dad, Wavestar, was named after his fur which curls like waves. he's actually yellow like Pikestar and Creekshine.

Bravelight of thunderclan is named after a cat my neighbor had.

Claywhistle of riverclan is actually pretty nice. he's friends with Herbwhisker.

Herbwhisker of riverclan is related to Pikestar. probably a cousin or something.

Grousefleck and Snipebeak of windclan are siblings

Pinestrike is Hickorywing and Hollowoak's mom. this makes Hickorywing one of Bogshne and Burclaw's uncles.

Owlbristle's of windclan's mate is Wheatstalk. he likes to nap while her and her friend Twilightstarling talk. he is also interested in what they have to say though, and likes to listen as well. Wheatstalk is actually the son of the current deputy, Henfeather. she used to be a perma queen. her brother is Roostercall, who's Heathpaw's mentor.

that's the last of the tidbits for now lmao. this was v fun to do tho! even if tumblr kept messing me up while making this post lol

#ferretcry's code #for the facts at the end

[tenma-udai]

🛒, ✨, 🎶 !

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

oh i'm such a huge sucker for wistful pining. i will do anything to have one character carry the other character because i think it's just such a lovely image and such an act of trust. i love when characters are flirting too i think it's the best part of the fic to be like heheheh they're flirting and it WORKS the flirting WINS. the feeling i want to leave people with after everything i've written is bubbly, warm, and satisfied. you know when you read something really good and satisfying you just bask in it because of happy feels? that's what i wanna give people because it's the best feeling ever.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

maybe?? this is vanity?? but i think my writing is very fun to read?? i do a lot to make it as readable as possible and i want everyone to just have a good time while they're reading.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

i do !! i listen to a lot of taylor swift alsdjflasjdf but lately i've been listening to "crave you" (feat. giselle) by flight facilities and "that's so us" by allie x !!

thank you so so so much for taking the time to send the ask it means a lot to me

#daandori #gabbi has the answers #thank you so so much this was a lot of fun <3 <3 <3 hehe

[chaoticpinetree]

Helloo

This isn’t really a question but I found your blog a bit back when you were just starting the Magnus archives. Tma is one of my favourite things and I’ve already listened to it twice haha, And it’s so fun reading your thoughts on the episodes. I hope you continue to enjoy the show!

Since this is an ask thing I guess I’ll ask, who’s your favourite character(s) so far?

Hi!

Heh, I've seen you like a lot of my posts :3 My reasoning was that if I enjoyed seeing a few people write their reactions to stuff I've read/watched, then maybe there will be someone out there who'll enjoy reading my reactions to TMA and I'm so glad to see that I was right <3

Ahhh, favourite characters... That's a difficult question, you know, because so many of them are so well-written? Even the bastards.

Jon is definitely high on that list, especially as his Angst Levels are rising, hehe. I'm just. I am so weak for angst it's not my fault ;-;

Gosh I like Tim a lot even though it pains me now every time he appears, or maybe because of it, because it's like, he used to be so nice and friendly and now :C well and maybe maybe I'm biased because my OC's name abbreviation is Tim and it's just. they're nothing alike but you know, it's there heh

As a character I really enjoy Elias but I also hope his stupid face dies sometime soon because he's just so fuckings shady I cannot I bet he's like 'oh guys pls stop the apocalypse... because these guys are my enemies and I have some other evil plan' or whatever, the typical 'other people are tools' attitude. But I mean, he is a very enjoyable character xD

Daisy my beloved, with the murderous rage, I'm just saying, she'd've been so valid had she killed Elias <3 (less valid for killing Jon though)

Similar energy to Daisy but with Elias's danger and bastardeness: Jude Perry. She's only been in one episode so far but I mean come on. Come on the lamb metaphor lmao.

Martin is so nice, although I'm paying attention to him partially because I know he's got some angst to come (AKA one of the comics that finally got me to start listening) and like,he's trying his best and he seems so soft and all but he also has some unhinged energy bubbling beneath the surface and I want to see where it takes him heh.

"Oh hey what are your favourite characters?" Me: *lists half of the major characters* In my defense they're neat.

But I mean, okay, if I had to choose one among these, I would probably choose Jon because well, we're kind of 'spending most time with him' as the protagonist and also he has trauma points and angst over the whole 'losing humanity' thing while also the bonus of cool eldtrich powers that will 100% take something from him but we'll see.

Ajhgdjhdg I hope that's somewhat satisfactory

#tma #the magnus archives

[magicpotatoobsession]

GIVEN | The EXTRAORDINARY link between Akigetsu & Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D

Given is ✨symbolism-city✨. So naturally I became curious as to WHY, out of the millions of existing violin pieces, Ugetsu was playing Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major in the Given Movie/Chapter 16?

BRUH, after a deep dive, I. AM. LEFT. SPEECHLESS.

🎻Quick music history lesson with Magic Potato! 🎻

So, around the time that Violin Concerto No. 2 was written in 1878, some major ~🚨DRAMA 🚨~ was happening in the life of Tchaikovsky (known as Tchaiko to Ugetsu hehe). Allow me to spill the tea 💁🏻‍♀💁🏻‍♀💁🏻‍♀:

Tchaiko just fled from disastrous marriage to ex-wife, Antonina Miliukova. Tchaiko was a depressed AF boi and had a terrible home life.

Tchaiko, became romantically involved with his composition pupil and upcoming violinist Iosif Kotek. Under historical records, this is a period where Tchaiko was still coming to terms with his homosexuality post-marriage disaster where Kotek provided him with emotional support. Tchaiko was previously infatuated with Sergey Kireyev, also a younger student prior to his marriage, but here, Tchaiko fell in love deeply for the first time because Tchaiko was emotionally supported by Kotek during his most vulnerable moments.

During this period, they played lots of violin and piano pieces together and it was wonderful. Budding first love and infatuation.

Violin Concerto in D was composed during that period. This piece was composed during FIRST LOVE (VERY IMPORTANT KEEP IN MIND)

Tchaiko WANTED TO dedicate this piece to Kotek but Tchaiko wanted to conceal his homosexuality and maintain his reputation so he ultimately DIDN'T. Tchaiko, giving mixed signals, couldn't fully commit to the relationship

Kotek then declined to give the first performance of this work saying that it would damage his new budding career. Kotek couldn't fully commit to Tchaiko's music

Tchaiko, salty and broken by all this, broke up with Kotek.

Bruh, here is the mind-blowing part.

Tchaiko's life when he wrote this concerto completely parallels Ugetsu's life! 🤯🤯🤯

Tchaiko was a depressed AF boi and had a terrible home life.

Ugetsu also depressed AF boi and had a terrible, neglectful home life.

Tchaiko fell in love deeply for the first time because Tchaiko felt emotionally supported and understood for the first time by someone.

Ugetsu met Akihiko, fell in love for the first time when no one saw Ugetsu for the person that he is other than Akihiko.

Tchaiko is older than Kotek.

Ugetsu is older than Aikihiko!

Budding first love and infatuation for Ugetsu was wonderful, he was sooooo in love.

Tchaiko, giving mixed signals, couldn't fully commit to the relationship.

Ugetsu, being a classic anxious-avoidant, gave mixed signals and couldn't fully commit to the relationship

Kotek couldn't fully commit to Tchaiko's music

Akihiko couldn't emotionally commit to Ugetsu's music from a place of joy

Tchaiko broke up with Kotek.

Ugetsu, realising the toxicity, broke up with Akihiko.

HOW MINDBLOWING IS THIS! 🤯🤯🤯

BUT

THE NEXT PART IS WHERE I DECLARE MYSELF DECEASED.

The musical structure of the piece completely parallels both Ugetsu and Akihiko's emotions in the Akigetsu relationship 🤯🤯🤯

Violin Concerto in D was composed during a period where Tchaiko fell in love for the first time.

The movements of the concerto completely reflects both Akigetsu's emotional journey.

Violin Concerto in D major has three movements:

Allegro moderato (D major)

Canzonetta: Andante (G minor)

Finale: Allegro vivacissimo (D major)

So in the Given Movie, Ugetsu performed the First movement Allegro moderato (D major)

The video above is Ugetsu's performance in the Given movie, I've left it here for you for reference hehe but the Given movie only uses the 1st and last minute of the movement. I've left my favourite performance through a link here, PLEASE go and listen to the full first movement.

Guess what, the structure musically paints Akigestu's love at first sight:

Orchestral opening that builds up to an AGONISINGLY STUNNING violin solo -

Ugetsu was just doing what he always did, which is to play music in his 'lonely genius bubble' and then love comes suddenly knocking at his door.

Akihiko literally says, "Falling in love with someone is something much more violent, like having your flesh ripped apart."

Fun note: this orchestral opening is then never referred to in the rest of the concerto again because this orchestral opening represents first love.

AGONISINGLY STUNNING violin solo leads into a beautiful and I mean absolutely BEAUTIFUL MAIN THEME on the violin, the orchestra is fully supporting the violin

Ugetsu felt seen for the first time. Akihiko became his first friend then lover.

Akihiko discovers the sensitivity of Ugetsu and he is absolutely completely enamoured by Ugetsu and completely tends to Ugetsu.

The mood gradually intensifies and builds up to a majestic climax, with the MAIN THEME being played by the full orchestra, FOLLOWING the violin

Ugetsu is having so much fun and can finally be himself but also is slowly becomes spoiled by Akihiko.

Akihiko, overwhelmed by first love, can't help but prioritise the needs of Ugetsu, subconsciously making himself suffer

I AM GOBSMACKED! 🤯🤯🤯

Allegro Moderato is the most famous movement of this Violin Concerto, so I can totally see the reason behind the directorial choice of using the first movement for the Given Movie because more people would recognise the piece. Also it flows nicely into Akihiko's flashback on how he recalls his experience with first love.

BUT....

in the Given Manga, Ugetsu actually performed the 2nd Movement Canzonetta: Andante (G minor)

Interesting fact, because Tchaiko himself is not a violinist, when he was writing this piece, he actually quite often sought Kotek's help on writing the hard violin solo parts. (yep, just like you can write lyrics when you're not a good singer, you can write pieces for instruments that you can't play as long as you understand how the instrument works)

Tchaiko wrote to his brother on the day he completed the new slow movement,

"It goes without saying that I would have been able to do nothing without him (Kotek) "

Doesn't Tchaiko here sound exactly like Ugetsu? They both love their partners so much but are unable to fully emotionally commit (this is so freaking sad). Also look at them, look at young Tchaiko and Ugetsu!

DUUUUUUUDE, KIZU, THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY! 🤯🤯🤯

I've left one of my favourite performances of the second movement by Janine Jansen, but seriously search up Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto in D on YT and reread all the Akigetsu Given chapters with that as your background music! Highly would recommend!

Now the musical structure of this movement reflects exactly how AKIGETSU FEEL in the PRESENT 🤯🤯🤯

Orchestra begins like a chorale in the style of a religious or funeral procession

Ugetsu is in the depths of depression stuck in this toxic cycle of push and pull

Akihiko is in the depths of depression stuck in this toxic cycle push and pull

Then the violin begins on a simple melody that is "sweet yet melancholy" in G minor (sorrowful tone)

Ugetsu knowing how toxic everything is, broke them up but is unable to fully let go

Akihiko is literally still so hurt from the breakup not really understanding why Ugetsu broke up with him

Momentarily the Violin melody goes into Eb Major (sounds a little more happy)

Ugetsu momentary escapes by sleeping with other people

Akihiko momentary escapes by sleeping with other people, momentary escapes when he plays with the Given band

or it could be interpreted as Akigetsu momentarily makes up every now and then and has a few days of bliss before

The Violin melody returns to G minor (back to sorrowful)

the toxicity of Akigetsu's "situationship" catches up to Akihiko and Ugetsu and the whole cycle starts again.

MY JAW HAS DROPPED THROUGH THE FLOOR HOLY SHIT! 🤯🤯🤯

Now remember, Ugetsu knows EXACTLY how Akihiko is feeling. But Akihiko doesn't know how Ugetsu is feeling because Ugetsu never told Akihiko why he broke up with him and that the reason why he keeps sleeping with other people is so that Akihiko will eventually leave him. Akihiko doesn't know any of that.

However, both Ugetsu and Akihiko are professional musicians so they are really perceptive when it comes to music. While Ugetsu sucks at communicating his actual needs through words,

Ugetsu is his most honest self when he is playing his violin.

In this panel in Chapter 16, Akihiko was watching Ugetsu perform. While he seemed expressionless, but BOI WAS HE SUFFERING.

Akihiko WAS not only feeling his own AGONY but HE COULD HEAR UGETSU'S PAIN in his VIOLIN PERFORMANCE!

(Which then TOTALLY explains this flashback panel in Chapter 20/Given Movie!)

Akihiko is so perplexed by Ugetsu's mixed signals! Why is Ugetsu being SO FUCKING HURTFUL to him by sleeping with other people yet Ugetsu is showing so much pain in his violin performance? Why does Ugetsu keep indulging in Akihiko? But then why does Ugetsu keep throwing him away? AKIHIKO MUST HAVE BEEN SO HURT AND CONFUSED SITTING THERE WATCHING UGETSU'S PERFORMANCE.

Also, the freaking ~😵‍💫IRONY 😩~ is Canzonetta, which is the name and also style of the 2nd movement, is supposed to be very light and fun but here, Tchaiko twisted the form to make it sound SOMBRE and PAINFUL, like someone's in the depths of despair. Interesting to mention that it's in 3/4, which is a time metre often used for classical dance e.g. Waltz.

And this PERFECTLY CAPTURES the CONFUSING and PARADOXICAL nature of Akigetsu's toxic, never-ending DANCE! 🤯🤯🤯

So in that very concert Hall, Akihiko was feeling a PEAK SENSE OF ABANDONMENT and CONFUSION at the ~✋hands🤚~ of Ugetsu while listening to him play the second movement of a Concerto about the overwhelming yet painful experience of being in love with someone whose actions and emotions keep contradicting each other.

Once you realise the context behind everything, it makes this following scene JUST THAT MUCH MORE AGONISING AND PAINFUL TO WATCH 😭😭😭

Akihiko once again, in the depths of his own hurt, couldn't help but desire Ugetsu but also comfort Ugetsu right after witnessing him in so much pain on stage.

Ugetsu once again, in the depths of his own hurt, couldn't help but succumb to Akihiko's desire and comfort.

BONUS FACT: normally there are breaks between concerto movements but Tchaiko's Violin Concerto in D's 2nd movement leads straight into the 3rd movement seamlessly! The 2nd movement flowing into the 3rd movement completely parallels how Haruki healed Akihiko from the depths of despair and the triumphant ending of the whole work represents AkiHaru's current wholesome and healthy relationship. It also represents Ugetsu now truly on the path of healing bettering himself to become more independent in Chapter 39.5 in NY. *magicpotatoobsession is now deceased have a great day 😵*

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[boombox-fuckboy]

Hello! Love your blog! I find so many great podcasts from it. Hope it’s not rude of me to ask (don’t feel like you have to answer if you don’t want to) but would you have an comedy podcast recommendations? Preferably longer ones? I listen to podcasts at work most of the day and go through so many so quickly. Thank you in advance! And again, great blog, you’re one of my favorites!

This is such a sweet message, thank you ever so much! It's not rude at all, I'm always open to giving recs, as it is both as a way to shout out underappreciated productions and to ramble about my interests. Comedy is not my strong point but I do have a few!

Longer:

Arden

Fictional "true crime" podcast hosted by an investigative journalist and a detective, but each case/season is based on Shakespere plays. Very funny, two seasons of 12 and 8 episodes of roughly an hour each, with some bonus episodes. Well written and professionally made, also queer which is always a bonus.

Dispatches from the Multiverse

I've actually not finished this one but it is a long-running improv comedy about a guy who accidentally makes an interdimentional portal device and always meets some version of his room-mate Wilson on the other side. Creative and wacky, also some episodes include their kids and it's super cute to listen to these dads let their kids take the lead and just play pretend with them. 166 episodes of about 30 mins each.

Less is Morgue

A Ghost and a Ghoul host a podcast about literally whatever they feel like out of the ghoul's mother's basement. This one gets a little gorey at times but it is fun. 31 episodes of ~30 mins each

Life with Althaar

Sci-fi comedy with 28 LONG (like, 1-3 hours, usually about 1½-2 hours long) episodes and airing it's final season, so, loads of content. A human handyman rents out a cheap room on a station with an alien room-mate. Said room-mate is polite, considerate, all round charming and kind, but a species which causes humans deep panic at the mere sight of them. Really well made, full cast, original music features, great worldbuilding, a hidden gem for sure.

The Amelia Project

Interviews from an organisation which helps people fake their own deaths. Absolutely wacky, it starts out wild and only gets more so. Great voicework, clean and professional sound, never a dull moment. The episodes aren't too long but there are a fair number of them. 41 episodes of about 30 mins each plus a bunch of minisodes.

We Fix Space Junk

Sci-fi comedy about an intergalactic repairwoman, tired AI, and her fugitive assistant as they travel at the behest of the company they are in debt to, completing various strange tasks and odd jobs. Surprised in hindsight how long it took me to listen to this one, I'm a big fan. 3 seasons of 8 20-30 min episodes each, plus loads of minisodes.

Wooden Overcoats

Two siblings run the only funeral home on a small island in the English channel. Not very well, but that's okay if you're the only one. So, what happens when competition moves in? Energetic, classic british comedy vibe, really well made. 3 seasons of 8 episodes each, ~30 mins each plus hour-long finales, and loads of minisodes.

Shorter:

Alba Salix, Royal Physician/The Axe and Crown

High Fantasy Comedy! I'm admittedly not the biggest Alba Salix fan but I do love Axe and Crown, which is in the Alba Salix feed. Alba Salix is about the royal physician, and her assistants, a fairy trying her best, and an unruly young human monk. Axe and Crown is about a troll who runs a tavern and his overenthusiastic new landlord. Alba Salix has 12 episodes of 30-40 mins each, Axe and Crown has 18 episodes of 10-20 mins. There are a bunch of bonus minisodes.

Burst

Tales of the staff running a bubble tea shop on a space station. The audio is a little rough but it's fun, light-hearted, and feel-good. 20 episodes of ~10 mins each

Elaine's Cooking for the Soul

Post-apocalyptic dystopian cooking show hosted by a dentist from her office. Really fun, and the recipes are all stuff that's easy to make at home with long-lasting, cheap ingredients. Wacky concept but I do adore this podcast. 13 episodes of 15-20 mins each.

Forgive Me!

A young priest takes over confessional in a small town (or village maybe) after the village priest has a heart attack. The villagers have some very strange things to confess to. Didn't think catholic comedy would be my thing but it's very fun and silly and despite the format and setting doesn't feel too religious. The audio is clean and uncomplicated, the writing and acting are very charming. 6 episodes of ~20 mins each.

Haunted House Flippers

A couple inherits an apparently haunted house and decides to fix it up. This one's interesting because it feels a bit het-couple Adam Sandler movie at first but becomes an increasingly more charming story about a bi buff metalhead forensic scientist and her tiny well-meaning idiot ghosthunter husband who are both weird and very supportive of eachother. 17 episodes between 5 and 40 mins in length but normally about 25.

InkWyrm

Slow burn lesbian romance and a sci-fi comedy. Lots of people describe it as The Devil Wears Prada but gay and in space, about an AI specialist who also becomes the assistant to an intergalactic fashion magazine. The audio is not the best (they're highschool students so I am unbothered) but some of the funniest writing I've encountered. Not that short tbh. 27 episodes of ~15-20 mins each.

Murray Mysteries

Modern, very queer and remarkably faithful comedy retelling of Dracula. Very well made and written and it does such a fun job of all the characters and translating them to a modern setting. 22 episodes of 5-10 mins each.

The Vanishing Act

Set around the 1930s following a German playwright's obsession with the final trick of a 200-year-dead french magician. Self-described "globetrotting farce", 10 episodes of about an hour each.

Wizard Seeking Wizard

Short show long episodes. Wizards send in their bios and what sort of relationship they are looking for, and the audience votes to see who goes on a wizard date the next episode. It's great fun, very original and creative. 8 episodes of ~40 mins each

Hope you find something here you enjoy!

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[nixcwen]

baby now that i've found you | playlist (s.)

Tsukishima Kei

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You wanted to prepare for a quiz on the subject you're having a hard time on so you chose to stay at the library after classes. You asked your now-boyfriend, Tsukishima if he would like to study with you. Of course, he threw you some salty remarks which he always does, but he agreed, nonetheless.

You are now walking side by side with him to the library. There were a few people left after the classes have ended, but you don't have the guts to hold his hand so you resorted to a casual conversation about how was his day today.

"You made fun of Hinata again? That cute bean? You're so mean, Tsukki!" You said as you playfully punched him on his arms.

"Ha, there you go again. Go to that 'cute bean' of yours then." He retorted as he used the quote-unquote gesture partnered with the roll of his eyes.

You looked at him, head tilted to the side as if considering the idea. "Should I?"

"Are you clinically insane or just incredibly annoying?"

"I don't know, probably both."

As mean as Tsukishima can be, you can also stretch your patience, or just like how you usually do, you make comebacks from his remarks. That's Y/N for you!

Earlier in your relationship, you saw him as a challenge, but you realized later on that it wasn’t about changing him, it was about compromise. You got to know him on a deeper level. People may find fault with Tsukishima, but it’s not like he was all flaws, and it was him who saw all your faults and loved you nevertheless, not the other people.

You sure thought that bantering with him is all fun, however, when you just want his warmth to surround you and feel his affection, you're in a dilemma. Obviously, Tsukishima isn’t the type to have PDA.

That's why after you were settled at the farthest seat of the library, you grabbed the chance when Tsukishima brought out his phone and shared his earphones with you to listen to the playlist you guys made.

Your memories resurfaced once again, as the song plays your mind traveled back in time when you first met him. It was just the two of you in your little but comfortable bubble. You thought at that moment, as the sun sets behind Tsukishima with cheeks a little red than usual, everything was... close to perfect. Just one more thing.

Finally, with the sweet melody that only the two of you hear, you gently laid your head on his side. Just a few seconds after your action, you felt him move a little to look at you, clearing his throat before speaking.

"Oi." He nudged you. "I thought we were going study? You even asked to."

"I did, to my classmate Tsukishima-" you hugged his arm, looked at him, and did your best to put on a cute pleading face- "but I also want my Boyfriend, Kei. Can I ask for five minutes with you?"

He stared back at you for about a minute, you were slowly getting eaten by your shyness, but mostly by your thoughts. Am I too much? You asked yourself.

Even so, when he slowly dropped a feather-light kiss on your forehead, pulled your hand to rest on his lap with his on top of yours, and said:

"Just 5 minutes."

Everything became truly perfect.

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This is actually the second imagine that I've written, but I revised it, and now that it's better than before, I posted it. What do you think about our Tsukki~ here? 🤭

Sincerely, Nixxy ♡

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