#((here's this!!)

[dcviated]

@pastballads is getting an isekai starter

Usually you wake up in a nice comfy bed, familiar sights around you and all your stuff where you left it. Maybe it’s different if you have a cat or something, but as long as Harima remembers he’s woke up pretty much the same way most every night he’s gone to bed. Same room with its stack of manga. Dirty laundry. And the books he should be reading for his trade classes. Eventually. Usually that’s how it goes, but not today. It’s blazing light when he opens his eyes, his shades are on, he’s dressed... this all feels really off.

He did go to bed last night, right? Wait hold on! More important than that! Where the hell is he?!

He’s in the middle of some freaking town! Middle of the road! A quick dodge and hope to the side barely clears him from being run over by a... was that some carriage? He didn’t catch a look what was drawing it but looking around he couldn’t even say for sure those were horses.

“Hey watch where you’re going, buddy!” The quip is instinctive, a contrast to the wave of confusion and anxiety starting to bubble and churn in his mind. This didn’t feel like a dream, it felt real. Him. And there were a bunch of people around staring at him. “What are you looking at?” He blazes his typical glare in their way, dissuading further attention and giving him another moment to think.

“Did I .... pass out somewhere and... end up at in circus or one of those gag tv shows? I bet there are some cameras around, some audience laughing at me. Great. Just what I need. I bet everyone around here is gonna act all crazy too.”

Given he sticks out like a sore thumb, they may have cause for doing so anyway.

[wingsonrabbits]

Ok so I’m going to explain this AU for any person who happens to want to read it! Very self indulgent but who cares. This post contains MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR CH2

Basically, the AU takes place before getting those mystery calls that ruined his life. Instead he gets like, scouted by Mettaton! He’d technically be from the TV world seeing as he’s a proper celebrity, but seeing as Ralsei could come to Cyberworld (and since canonically Spamton knew Mike from the TV world) I think it makes enough sense ts just have fun. I got the idea for this from a similar AU made by @fconvicted! They make actual art for theirs too and it looks amazing, so definitely go and check them out! I love it a lot! The AUs are fairly similar so I want to give full credit to them first.

Some differences: Mine focuses on Addison Spam instead of the more current Spamton (Who I will call Spam), and it all still takes place with Lightners and Darkners being separate! With Mettaton being another Darkner from the TV world. I’m aware the timeline wouldn’t actually line up but like, if Mike talked to Spamton before Kris created the Dark World in their house there has to be some sense to it right? Also it doesn’t involve SOULS at all really!  Spamton and Mettaton both have similar backstories if fan theory is to be believed. Mettaton used to be a ghost nobody would notice, but still had big dreams of being a great star. Spam was the littlest Addison struggling to make any sales and be successful like the others, but he never stopped trying to become a Big Shot. So, Mettaton needs someone who can advertise for him. Makeup, clothes, the talk show, and whatever other ventures Mettaton decides to take. So, when he learns about these Addisons, he figures one would have to be the perfect fit. Nobody expected Spam to get any attention at all, but Mettaton sees something very familiar in him. He’s not like the others with their cool confidence and expectations of instant success. Addi-Spam is there giving it his all, really chomping at the bit for this opportunity being presented to him. TV deals, a huge media presence, and the help of an incredibly successful celebrity. It’s *his shot*. Mettaton likes that about him. He likes his energy, his loudness and determination to be great even when he’s so low on the social ladder.  It reminds him of himself.  Mettaton, obviously, selects Spam to be his second-face of the brand, and of course Spam is thrilled about it. The others try to be supportive, but the jealousy starts to creep in immediately. It only gets worse when his face starts to be plastered everywhere. However, unlike in canon they don’t abandon him entirely. See, they get a sort of residual success being associated with Spam seeing as he’s a TV-celebrity in a way. Even more so because Spam is working with a REAL beloved celebrity. Plus, if they do abandon him and hurt his feelings people will find out and it would make them seem villainous. So they stick around and lie to his face about being really proud of him, and behind his back they’ll have bitter conversations about how Mettaton probably only picked him because it would be good PR. “Failure to Famous is less than a week! See how generous TV-Star takes in struggling salesman and turns his life around! I bet it was all just to get a better reputation. Spam doesn’t have anything real to offer that we couldn’t do better.” 

Spam is genuinely happy and is completely falling for it, if mostly because he’s desperate fot it to be the truth. Mettaton can see right through it, but keeps it to himself. He doesn’t want it to crush Spam. That’s kinda the whole thing! Not super interesting, just something fun I figured it couldn’t hurt to share. It’s fine if you read this and didn’t like it but please don’t be mean about it if that’s the case!

[jannwrites]

music ask meme: NURTURE (2021) by PORTER ROBINSON.

a selection of lyrics from the 2021 album nurture. modified slightly for rp purposes.

is it fate? if it’s not easy, it must not be.

i cherished the flowers beneath my feet.

something must have changed in me.

i will be much better then.

look at the sky. i’m still here.

i’ll be alive next year.

i can make something good.

shouldn’t it come to you naturally?

everyone knows you’re losing your gift. it’s plain to see.

i don’t fear it anymore.

i’ll make it right again.

i have to write the meaning of my life, or else everything’s in vain.

if glory makes you happy, why are you so broken up?

so tell me how it felt when you walked on water?

did you get your wish?

don’t say you lose just yet.

the work that stirred your soul--you can make it for someone else.

one day you choke, your urges overflow, and obsession wears you down.

don’t waste the suffering you’ve faced. it will serve you in due time.

i don’t miss this feeling anymore.

i want something new to love.

i was so nostalgic, but i’m fine without it.

it just gets brighter from now on.

you know i love you, so i think i should tell you.

isn’t it time that you grow up?

i just can’t stop. i’m sorry.

i can feel a new day dawning.

i burn up, i burn out. i shouldn’t do this to myself.

but sincerely, can’t you feel what i’m feeling?

i can see my life so clearly.

well, it’s easy. you just face your fears and you become your heroes.

i don’t understand why you’re freaking out.

i don’t want to see you wasting your life.

there’s too much i want to say.

all i want is said and done.

so i study the shape of your face.

i can’t keep my hands from my face.

i’m on your side for the rest of my life.

you’ll never be alone. don’t you worry.

i won’t grieve it.

i was counting the days ‘til the summer would come.

i feel so stupid, ‘cause i wasn’t scared of this before.

since i met you, i don’t want to die.

the world is lucky to be your home.

i’m not satisfied to know you just once.

i won’t spend time resenting the way things are.

you were the aftermath of every judgement.

i’m sick of the company, so i’ll cull the shame.

i know you’ll say how i’m a burden.

do your worst all at once.

i know what you want from me. i know what you’re thinking.

it’s not the voice of all the others.

you’ve only said it to yourself.

they come to feel like things we’re saying to ourselves. 

a better song could fix my problems.

i’m tired of your questioning.

if i send this void away, have i lost a part of me?

hoping made you hurt more.

there must be something wrong with me.

someone tell me something comforting.

take what you want but you’re tied by the tooth.

so suffer the signs that you needed to change. heed all the ways you’d been thinking.

for once, i don’t have to try.

i’m well-wishing for a life.

you were there living. you’ve taken me with you.

can i slow the days?

i’ll die and i’ll save your place.

you’ll never suffer and we’ll stay together.

it’s not all right, that one day we’re all out of time.

i’ll write you another life.

i’m sorry for crying. it’s just that i love you.

i had lost my sight, so you sang to me the beauty you’d been seeing.

if i can’t stop time i’ll build a world where god cannot take us.

don’t think of the time that’s left. you’re spending it in your head.

they’re not as good as the real thing.

i wish i could go home.

it’s a feeling i want you to know.

i’m not the same as i was, as i shoulder the weight of the world.

i fall from my bones and now i know i’m alive.

i missed you back then. so be here with me.

i thought i’d run until the sky came out.

with the sunlight on my face, something changed.

maybe it’s a gift i couldn’t recognize.

and then somebody, somewhere, finds the warm of summer in the songs you write.

[flowcrsoul]

━━  ❀ BLINKS at the lingering gaze on her profile - hands scrubbing at a puffed out cheek, trying to get rid of nonexistent crumbs. “Is there something on my face?” Eyes narrow a fraction when the other doesn’t show any sign of looking away - “Or...Or do I know you from somewhere?” She’d remember a face like that, she thinks. And eyes like that, ancient and burning, set in a young woman’s frame.

@starfallentm​ / PLOTTED STARTER !