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modern-inheritance · 1 month

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“I know it’s been years. I know a lot has changed. That things didn’t go the way any of us hoped, that any of us really wanted it to at the start.

“But, Murtagh…. Even during the war. Even after you were put on the field against us…whenever I think of you, I don’t see Thorn, or Zar’roc, or your father.

“I see the guy who would grumble about taking middle watch but would let Eragon sleep past his shift, even after leading the horses all day. The guy who helped change my bandages, saved me the peanut butter crackers out of his MREs when my rations ran out, even though they were his favorite. I see the guy that kept Brom together after Farthen Dur– don’t act like it wasn’t you! The nurses talked!– even though he was concussed and scared.

“You’ve had so much taken from you, for reasons beyond your control and beyond any justification. And yet, even now, you, both you and Thorn, find it in yourselves to be selfless. You say you aren’t, you say you do anything to survive. But you can’t lie about that.

“Maybe one day you’ll see it like I do. Like we do. Till then, we’ll be waiting for you both.

“Oh. And one last thing.

“I’ll never get the image of you wearing that silly fake beard out of my head.”

~MIC!Arya to Murtagh (and Thorn) via a grass boat message when they are in their self imposed exile.

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evil-cryptile · 14 days

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Made this in a frenzy as soon as i finished DTTM (i don't think I'll ever recover). Brian singing Hanged Man Rusts into Ashes' microphone will be living rent free in my head for the next millennia

#he mic too short for he damn he #i have an illness #hes so prebty #ghugghhhhhuhrhguhghhuugqwawahahuawaawawawaaawa #bian #drumbot brian #the mechanisms #death to the mechanisms #dttm #hanged man rusts #hnoc #high noon over camelot #the mechs

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vampykween · 4 months

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bestfriend!simon serenading you with this song <3

even though you two are dating simon still tries his best to woo you and you’ll never get tired of it. so when he grabbed your hand as soon as you got home giddy with something he just had to show you, you weren’t sure what to expect. lovingly sobbing with him as his smooth voice crooned and his deft fingers moved with only a magic he possessed was not what you had in mind.

“you wrote that for me?” you asked softly. simon nodded sheepishly and pulled you close and pressed his forehead against yours.

“you’re my muse, sweetheart. i don’t know what happens, but when i think of ya… it’s like all my emotions pour of me and into my journal. somehow i think i’ll never run out of ways to tell ya how in love with you i am.”

you take in your partner’s words, weighing the sincerity of them. you know that with simon, he speaks and sings with purpose. knowing that you invoke such strong emotions out of him melts your already pure mush heart <3

#this song is so cute i had to write this #sorry it’s so short eek! i am so tired i can’t come up with anything longer than this #bestfriend!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #mic drabbles

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thisapplepielife · 5 months

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

You Say Bark, I Say Bite

Prompt Day 1: Open Mic Night | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Smoking | Tags: Pre-S4, Pre-Steddie, Platonic Stobin, Corroded Coffin

"No, no, no," Steve says, waving his hand in front of him. He's not doing this.

"Steve, please," Robin begs, "it's just one night. For me. You love me."

There are so many other ways they could spend a Saturday night that don't involve listening to shitty musicians. They'll all suck. He knows that. They've done this before, and he's never heard anything he's liked.

"Steve. For me," she pleads, giving him the eyes.

He sighs. He was always going, but he's not happy about it. And he wants Robin to know that.

"Tammy Thompson sounds like a Muppet," Steve says.

"You've said," Robin mumbles, annoyed.

That's the whole reason they're here in Indianapolis tonight, at some under twenty-one club, listening to teens and college kids play shitty music. To hear Tammy Thompson nasal her way through a song or two.

Someone brought a goddamn flute. To an open mic night. A flute. These people are all weirdos. No talent to be found.

Then the little stage is suddenly bustling with movement, bringing in actual instruments and equipment. Okay, maybe they're getting somewhere. This has to be better than another douchebag with a guitar.

Oh, no.

That's definitely a douchebag with a guitar.

"Is that…Eddie Munson?" Steve asks, cutting Robin a look.

"Well, duh," Robin says, totally unbothered by this very weird turn of events, "he has a band, you know that."

He knows that? He doesn't know that. He knows Eddie Munson is a dealer. He knows Eddie Munson is a freak. But he didn't know Eddie Munson played the guitar.

"I didn't fucking know that," Steve says, confused, wrinkling his forehead.

"They play at The Hideout every week. Eddie, Jeff, Gareth and Goodie. Corroded Coffin. You know that. Everybody knows that. Eddie is always hanging up flyers everywhere."

News to him. He doesn't know any of these guys. Who the fuck is Goodie? That's not even a name.

"I think you're making shit up. I don't recognize any of those guys. Like, not at all. Did they go to Hawkins? While I was there?"

Robin looks at him like he's an asshole. Okay, they must have.

"They gotta be way younger," Steve finally says, indignant. "I know Eddie. Because he's been a senior for the last five years."

She gives him a withering look, "Three years. Last three years."

Like that's better.

Eddie is quietly helping the drummer get his shit set up as fast as they can, and Steve watches. This should be good. This will be way more entertaining than Tammy Thompson. Because he can't fathom what Eddie Munson might think is good music. God, Steve hopes he tries to sing.

He's positive this will be worth the cover charge, for sure. A trainwreck.

It's not a trainwreck. Eddie Munson falls back, and the black kid takes the mic. Okay, he didn't expect that. He expected Munson to be front and center.

"Who's the singer?"

"Jeff Williams. His sister was in your class," Robin hisses.

Oh, okay. Molly Williams was fun. She wouldn't give him the time of day when he tried to get her to go on a date with him, but fun. He didn't even know she had a little brother.

They start playing a song, and Steve doesn't recognize it.

Jeff shouts, "All aboard!" and laughs as the drummer starts clicking his sticks together, then playing, and it's okay. Fine.

Then, Eddie starts playing the guitar.

Goddammit.

Steve hates to be wrong, and hates that this is really working for him. Eddie Munson looks at ease, happy, and kinda hot. Steve's never seen him look like that at school. Not once. Munson is snarky, snappy. Always quick to bite back. Funny, for sure, but Steve would avoid him, because Munson never shied away from trying to make Steve look stupid at every fucking turn.

But he can play the guitar, apparently.

Robin nudges his shoulder, "They're good, right?"

He nods, not looking away. They're good.

They play another heavy song, but it's Queen. They're doing a metal cover of Bicycle Race, and that amuses Steve, he likes Queen.

After they're done playing, Steve makes excuses, and slips outside into the alley. He's pretty sure Eddie Munson isn't going to stay to watch this other shit.

Eventually, there he is, guitar case in hand. Steve thinks he'd like to ride him like a bicycle, and that's a new thought.

About Eddie. Not about men.

"Oh, hey," Steve says, leaning against the wall of the alley, smoking a cigarette he bummed. Robin will kill him, but he needs an excuse to be out here. Like he wasn't waiting. Even if he totally was.

"Harrington," Eddie says with contempt, "what brings you out here with us freaks?"

"Robin," Steve says, and Eddie gives him a look.

"Buckley's really friends with you? I thought that was a terrible rumor."

Steve pretends that doesn't hurt, and just nods.

"Too bad, I like her," Eddie says, and this was a mistake. What the fuck was he thinking? Eddie Munson will just give him a tongue-lashing, and not in a fun way. He's an idiot for thinking otherwise. Steve isn't this hard up.

"Okay, well, you guys looked good," Steve says, pushing himself off the wall.

Eddie laughs, incredulous, "You thought we looked good?"

"Sounded," Steve corrects.

"You, King Steve, thought we sounded good? I've been to your house parties. You don't listen to metal. Do you even know who Ozzy is?"

Steve doesn't, and shakes his head. And Eddie's been to his house? Since when? Nevermind. Doesn't matter.

"You guys were good compared to all that other shit I had to sit through tonight. You sounded like, you know, actual music. I guess."

Eddie raises an eyebrow, like he can see right through Steve.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Steve suddenly feels like he's in big trouble. Trapped. Backed into a corner.

Eddie smiles and takes a step towards him, and it's predatory.

Steve swallows.

Oh, he's definitely in trouble.

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scream-mans-friend · 1 year

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present mic dying in a glue trap fan art

#present mic #yell man #dying in a glue trap #i did this in a short amount of time but i think the shit quality adds to the charm

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dreamdripdistance · 6 months

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ichiro stans more more jump btw

#all three of the bros play sekai. saburo is the best but only because he has the most time to play it #and also uses whatever money he gets from his deep web services on the gacha #ichiro is just super into the characters #jiro tries HFBDJDBSKFJDJDHDJ #also its not pictured but ichi is wearing knee length basketball shorts #BFBDJDBSKDNSKDHDKDBSMBFSKF #my art #hypnosis mic #hypmic #ichiro yamada #prsk

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rubbish78 · 2 years

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Gerard Way having a hot girl moment at at Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, PA on 08/29/2022 (x)

#go girl go #swing that mic baby #gerard way #mcr #my chemical romance #decay era #or maybe it' swarm era whatever #rubbish78gifs #my gifs #tw: flashing lights #mikey ray frank chilling in the background #who likes short shorts

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decarbry · 1 year

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Is there anything you could say to yabureme to get him seriously distressed immediately?

images moments before disaster

#boku no hero academia fanart #eraser head #nomu aizawa #Yabureme Aizawa AU #shouta aizawa #it's mic talking btw #I took this a bit literally and chose an actual comic moment from way in the future #so...#Yabureme Spoilers #the first morning Yabureme wakes up in Tartarus (second capture) after intake and he's alone in his cell with Mic #who tries to (gently) explain to him why his eye hurts more than it did before #pal... my dude... my amnesia husband.... Dabi literally destroyed your eye and it had to come out I'm sorry #and Yabureme immediately realizes that he can no longer protect Shigaraki at full capacity #even though it's arguable that that part of his life is over... the programming won't let him acknowledge it yet #so he panics #and reacts badly #tw eye strain #but basically the short answer to this question is... implying that he can't fulfill his duty #it's not even a conscious distress but a... survival one?#like. your whole self realizing that your purpose cannot be fulfilled before your brain does. so your body reacts faster #panic attacks? lashing out? yeah...#first session of therapy starts a few days after this incident SKDFGKSDFG

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modern-inheritance · 1 month

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Modern Inheritance: Three Types of People (Supershort)

(Iunno, I wanted to write this and it's not good writing at all but it's written)

THREE TYPES OF PEOPLE

Eragon stared.

Saphira could tell something had caught his eye. She lowered her head and pushed her snout through the doorway from the warehouse, curious. The boy wasn’t answering her when she questioned him, and he wasn’t letting her see through his eyes, so this would have to do.

Ah. That’d do it.

“What?” Arya rubbed the side of her head with the damp towel still draped around her shoulders, skin flushed from her recent shower.

Eragon stammered. The elf cocked an eyebrow at him before looking to Saphira. “Is he okay?” Her voice took on a troubled edge. “Is he seizing?”

The dragon huffed, an amused rumble building in the hollow of her throat. Eragon’s increasingly frequent moments of flared cheeks and confusion when around Arya were easy enough for her to interpret, but still so difficult for her to understand. ‘He’s fine.’ She mulled over it for a second before settling on only revealing half the truth when her partner wasn’t forthcoming. ‘He’s never seen you with your hair down. It’s very different.’

“Yes!” Eragon sputtered. His gratitude came off in a slumped wave of relief, a mental hug. “Yeah. You’ve only ever had it braided. It looks…” The blush that colored his cheeks was certainly noticeable to Saphira, but in the low grey half lights of the transition between the kitchen and sitting area the dragon wasn’t sure if the elf could see it as well. “It looks very nice.”

“...Thanks.”

Murtagh took that moment to shuffle into the kitchen. He looked around, saw the glittering blue that blocked the warehouse door, Eragon’s pink cheeks, and the still-wet elf wearing jogging shorts and a loose tanktop in the kitchen, and immediately understood the awkwardness in the air.

As always, it fell to him to break it.

The young man walked past the elf to get at the cereal on the shelf behind her. “You look like a drenched coon cat.”

Arya let out a half snorted laugh, shaking her head as she gathered her hair into a loose ponytail. “There are two types of people….”

“You’re getting water on the floor.” Brom grunted from the pantry, still searching for the elusive coffee grounds.

“Nevermind, there are three.”

#eragon #inheritance cycle #the cyclists #the world of eragon #the inheritance cycle #modern inheritance #saphira #murtagh morzansson #arya #arya drottningu #brom #mic short #mic shorts

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sweeter0da · 7 months

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Ricky from last night!! He fell out of my pocket sorry!

Photo by meeee againnnn

#miw #motionless in white #miw band #motionless in white fandom #ricky horror #ricky olson #ricky horror olson #pocket sized #his mic stand was so short #screaming his name

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heeliopheelia · 5 months

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no cause i've just listened to sweet venom and it sounds so... generic to me 🧍

ever since tamed-dashed enhypen hasn't put out a comeback that i actually enjoyed 👀

#PLS DON'T HATE ME #the song is just so underwhelming to me #and so short #okay blessed cursed was alright #but you won't find me coming back to it more than twice a year bro #didn't like bite me #same with pass the mic #idk *sigh* what's wrong with me guys #i loved the previous songs tho they were so different!!#DRUNK DAZED WAS A MASTERPIECE #loved tamed dashed though it might be an unpopular opinion #given taken was a masterpiece #idk maybe it will grow on me (i hardly doubt so tho)#STILL LOVE ENHA DON'T GET ME WRONG #and i'm talking about main tracks only not the bsides #haven't heard those yet #although they're besides are always 50-50 with me #hmm idk we'll see #SWEET VENOM JUST SOUNDS KINDA LOW BUDGET TO ME WHY AM I LIKE THIS L #ill take the L for that one guys im not even gonna argue #cause ive seen most of you really like it 🫶#it's just that ive literally heard songs that sound like that probably 71 times

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 3 months

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Brainstorm question time. Which one of his senses does Legacy rely on the most? Is it different within a battle vs quietly spending time with the one he loves?

oh oh i love this question!! ahem,

in battle, an Abyssal creature like Foul Legacy will rely on his hearing most of all- it's wickedly sharp, picking up the rustle of the grass and the lightest footsteps so no one can take him by surprise. it's a sense that's honed for his survival, immediately bristling whenever he hears anything out of the ordinary during his walks in the countryside- he's defeated a fair few Abyss Lectors who were tracking him, tearing them to pieces before burying the bodies and leaving them to rot. sometimes he comes home with blood splashed across his armor, still tilting his head this way and that like he's listening for the sound of breathing, and you have to calm him down with gentle words and headpats until he blinks, eye clearing as he finally sees you instead of an endless star field

but when he's with you, Legacy focuses most on scent and touch. he has a love of soft textures, that's why he enjoys burying himself in blankets and snuggling against you, because you are soft to him, wondrously soft and warm and safe. everything has a scent, too, especially to an Abyssal monster, and your scent comforts Legacy like nothing else- it's why he shoves his face into the crook of your neck whenever he's distressed, needing to be surrounded by the peace and calm you exude. his favorite way to cuddle is to wrap his arms around you, pulling you against his chest and nuzzling his cheek against your head, curled up in a pile of soft quilts and covers, some of which you made just for him. his eyesight isn't incredible, being made for the dark depths of the word, but when he snuggles on top of you like a big mothy blanket and stares at you from there, he can see every color and contour of your face, and there's nothing he doesn't love