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In no particular order ...

The Fountain / Us

Tar / Sympathy for Lady Vengeance

Amelie / Your Name

Midsommar / There Will Be Blood

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse / Annihilation

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[moshroom-writes]

Cloud Of Unknowing (Toya Setsuno Character Piece)

 Here’s a roleplay audition I made for the best bird boy! He deserves all the content and love in the world, and I’m happy to try to contribute! I hope you enjoy!

‘https://open.spotify.com/track/0NDOVMOT6ah2k6HuXLrq5x?si=ms6utsQ0RDCMje6qO0K_KA (I recommend listening to this while reading!!)

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‘Sittin’ around, waitin’ to be kidnapped. This is the best day ever.’

  The sarcastic thought passed through Toya Setsuno’s mind as he stood propped up against an alleyway wall. The mission was relatively simple. Act as the bait. Quote unquote, “get kidnapped”, so a surprise strike could be garnered. Why some low-level gang decided to go against the Hassaikai was beyond Setsuno. Why he had to serve as the bait was even farther on that spectrum.

  ‘Why would they even want to kidnap one of us, anyway?’ He questioned, eyebrows furrowed as he looked back to the entrance of the alley for potential enemies waiting to ambush. Questioning Overhaul on the matter once did not gain a result, and Setsuno didn’t want to push it or aggravate the Boss. “I owe him that, at the very least.”

  Letting out a sigh, he slid a hand into his jeans pocket and looked up at the dark sky. ‘Chronostasis said their supposed “secret plan” was to catch one of us off guard here at one o’clock…’ He thought again, pulling out his phone and checking the time. ‘12:27 a.m…’

  Putting his phone back into his pocket, he looked up at the sky set between the two buildings of the alleyway. The crescent moon was out, a sight Toya might have appreciated if he wasn’t bored out of his mind. “Okay, remind me why I had to be both early and the target.” He said to himself with another exasperated sigh, adjusting his mask.

  ‘No, ya’ already know the answer to the latter.’ He thought, knowing how most of the other Expendables had a thing against the uncleanliness that was the cities alleys. And you couldn’t catch any of the self-respecting higher-ups in the gang dead there. ‘’Pretty sure the Boss would bathe in Clorox after even getting a glimpse of this place.’ He thought as he kicked at an empty beer bottle lying at his feet.

  Toya watched as it slowly rolled down the alley, stopping promptly at a crate tipped on its side. He wouldn’t deny the surprise he felt as two eyes peeked out of it, looking to the bottle and then to him. And before he knew it, out crawled a filthy black alleycat.

  “Oh…” Setsuno said lowly, now feeling like a prick for potentially waking it. “Sorry, lil’ guy.” He said to it unconsciously, watching as it started to stalk towards him. Crouching down, he put out a hand to pet the feline, not expecting it to be receptive due to their nature. Alleycats are usually abandoned, hurt, and timid creatures at heart. Toya would be lying if he said he didn’t have a soft spot for the species.

  When the cat allowed him to pet it's head, he let out a small noise of surprise, followed by him lightly smiling under his mask. “Y’know...most animals hate me.” He said to the critter in a quiet voice, knowing it couldn’t reply. All it did was let out a content purr as Toya gave in a gentle pat.

  “In some ways, you and I aren’t too different…” he trailed off, noting the cat's multiple scars and swollen eye. “You must’ve been through hell, huh? Just to be abandoned here.” He said sadly, looking back at the crate the feline came from. “Abandoned...lonely...broken...not even able to put a stop to it. Just expected to recover, like a piece of you wasn’t just savagely ripped away.”

 Thinking about the katana he had slung across his back, a thought crossed his mind for a split second. ‘Y’know...I could stop your suffering.’ He thought, conflicted about his sense of mercy. However, he quickly shook the thought out of his mind. “Nah...there’s hope for ya’, I know it. You’ll find your purpose, you’re not a waste.” He said out loud, running his free hand through his blonde locks. ‘That’s somethin’ that separates us, I guess.’

  He looked back down at the critter with a troubled face. “Y’know, if the Boss wasn't such a stickler for cleanliness, I’d be tempted to take ya’ in.” He said as gently as possible, looking down at his hand he had petted with. It was now covered with filth, presumably from the feral animal. Wiping his hand on his jeans without a care as he knew he’d alright have to sanitize himself for even being there, he petted the creature one last time.

  “For now, you should really get back…” He trailed off, looking to the entrance of the alley and back again. ‘If the altercation is gonna go as I think it will, the last thing I’d want is for ya’ to get involved.’ He thought, picking up the cat and taking it back to its crate. Setting it down gently, he sighed. “I’m sorry, lil’ guy. Ya’ deserve better.” He said, taking off the jacket he had been wearing over his normal dress shirt and placing it in the crate to serve as a blanket.

  “Good luck…” He said sadly, petting the gentle creature on the head one last time before walking back to his post. Upon returning, his mind only continued to fill with thoughts. Like dark storm clouds, the thoughts came, casting a haze of self-doubt and questioning upon the young man. The simple comparison of himself to the feline with a hopeful future made him cast himself back to a place of doubt.

  “No, no, no...stop.” He said to himself, gently slapping himself on the head. “These thoughts won’t get ya anywhere. Except back to that place…” He said lowly, remembering the time of his life where the thoughts had taken over him completely. Where it truly seemed as if there was nowhere to go to escape from the thoughts. And the only way to be free from them…

  “-Dumbass, what are you doing?” He said again, managing to clear most of the thoughts for the time being. “You know what you are and what your purpose is now. You’re a pawn, so he can advance…” His voice trailed off as he looked back up at a cloud that now obscured his view of the moon.

  ‘Yeah, all that matters now is that I’m a good pawn. So I still have something to live for…’ He thought again, eyes welling up with tears. Desperately shutting them in effort to stop it, he unsheathed the blade from off his back.

  “And that starts with me fulfilling the mission.” He said, looking at his blade intently. ‘And by not letting your head cloud up with those thoughts, idiot. By not returning to that cloud of unknowing…’ His thoughts trailed as he let out an uneasy sigh. Looking blankly at the night sky, Toya stood, waiting for the plan to take motion.   

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[maneaterwithtail]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Captain Underpants Series - Dav Pilkey Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Mr. Krupp (Captain Underpants) Additional Tags: I cannot believe I actually wrote a fiction for Captain Underpants, Here I am though, And honestly I'm pretty happy with this, abuse mention, death mention, No Child Left Behind and other mentions of poor education choices made by the US government, some good old 90's meta observations, Iraq war mentions, Violence Mentions, God- it's a captain underpants fic why did I have to take it so far, Edith Anthrope, Melvin Sneedly - Freeform, Harold Hutchins - Freeform, Egg Casserole, (Someone came up with that ship name and I love it) Summary:

It’s hard, being the bad guy.

He knows firsthand. He knows what it is to wake up every morning having to drag yourself to work to scowl and make sure the right kids get the right amount of everything spanning between a free lunch to a detention, and he knows the depth between those brackets. There’s been plenty of times he’s gone outside of them, but the fact of the matter still remains that it’s more of what he does out of fear that comes off as rage than out of kindness that comes off as protocol that will be remembered.

This is more stream of consciousness and *admits* its more a fanfiction of the growing post-movie canon, sort of, than a blend of it and the books.

I did not know it added chapters after the fact.

Honestly this has many MANY of the same problems I noted in 

But this one just speaks so much to me.  Taking the disparate half ideas and making a series of character pieces and examinations of what the hell is wrong with Krupp.  It felt like a drabble but its grown and. and

I think I like it better than Sneed Me.  I guess because its laser focused on the subject I identify with.  And it feels its consistently inconsistent.  sorry I really suck at putting into clear words my judgement and feelings.  And so does Krupp in this version of the tale.

Its all about Krupp being damaged and his vicious persona having grown around him until the point he him is dead inside.  Only Captain underpants is somehow saving him.

Each chapter feels like a new take with some take from the movie, the books, and the tumblr fanon.  Part of what helps is “I get that reference” being old enough I was in school when some of the big woes that Krupp gets fixated on takes him over.  Also I feel it makes Krupp mean and the faculty PEOPLE versus jerks we want the slasher pranksters to give them what for.  And subtle distant shot of “Jacob” Meaner interacting with Krupp (oh when will I get a good version of this ship? no no I didn’t mean it keep things as is PLEASE I didn’t mean it ).

Its clear this is made up as it goes. but for somereason that works. so am recommending for speaking to me and my struggles with confusion and depression and feeling torn and unsure and desperate to the point its one day one goal at a time.

Even with elements just yesterday I’d say I don’t like such as Krupp’s dad being abusive.  Dead sainted mother, and other freudian excuses.  Just exploring Hey School faculty lives 24-7 outside of class or our interactions what happens when Benny just has to be somewhere else not in George and Harold’s vicinity?  How do they keep pulling this shit off?  What’s it like from Krupp’s point of view.  

We get it and I think this one has the right amount of empathy and distance.  shows how the world and perception of depressed or deeply negative person builds up and does and how they compensate (or don’t) or confront things like healthscares, mortality, spiritual failure, but at the same time the entire world isn’t *just* set up to validate him.  You get the sense Krupp’s the hero in his own tale but he also is, slowly, getting that whatever he tells himself it doesn’t make the bad he do not bad.

Beats Shinji Ikari.  so far as five chapters I’m interested.  and even if this only is a series of short encounters... that’s fine by me.

[theserpentgirl]

Stories from Stark Tower

New Chapters Added!

Chapter 11: The Archivist and the Soldier (Bucky Barnes) Chapter 12: Hulk Insurance (Bruce Banner) Chapter 13: Legal and Sanctum Sanctorum (Wong, Stephen Strange, Bucky Barnes, and the return of Maggie Tsang!) READ HERE ON AO3

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The value of studying short Romantic era Character pieces

The value of studying short Romantic era Character pieces

Piano teachers often welcome the opportunity to use student repertoire requests as a springboard to nourish new learning adventures. Such pupil-driven musical endeavors can lead to deep-layered immersions in short, Romantically framed character pieces.

The value of dipping into miniature variety compositions encompasses taking on a learning challenge in compact form. For example, Schumann’s Albu…

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[expandingworlds]

Rumours and ruinations

Archon

"I heard from Meruell that he has secret orgies. You know he's all into that forbidden stuff, you can see it on him... He's dangerous, wolf in sheeps clothing!" - Unknown, tavern in the high end of Vestonia

"You people think that tha muscly one or tha sneaky one is gonna be good kings n' queens do ya? I'll tell ya what, there's one o' them kids that'll be the best ruler and thats the Archon-fella. Dun believe me? Well, when he was five and ordered his guards ta help me fix my wagon. that been crashed into the Kings Own ditch, I knew from then on!" - Aleggrio Dujour, Westrian farmer. "They say that the reason he doesn't have a portrait in the grand showroom is because.... When a painter tries to liken him, wierd things happen. He has the face of a demon, or... of a Night Elf..." - Junior Duchess Meruell, Member of Womens Occult Society. "Oh he's most DEFINETLY bedded and banged the whole lot of them. You can see it on him no? His eyes are filled with the lust! Knight-Commander Harridan? Of course! In the stables once a week! That silver-haired noble from the coast? three times I've heard. His brother Drachon?..... Well, you know Royals." - Valimar Strenietti, Young noble and consort of Sevandromiel of Vestrek. "No, I am sorry. But I believe you have missunderstood the prince. I for one have seven siblings, and I know the feeling of being like none of them at all. The boy is not Gold and Rubies at all. he is Onyx and Silver. He is of the old blood I tell you, back when blood ran the roads. A snake and an Elfvenhi. Thats why I will never stop giving him those cookies, and all of that honey. What sort of sweetness can and old man give to a young one except such? And boy does that one need som sweetness, even if it isn't our place to. Remember that, and remember his name, because he will yours, for better or worse." - First Serving Man Elliot Alessandro, In reprimand to complaints from younger staff. Sevandromiel

"They say that when she was born, the moon was gold that night, as if the sun had never gone down." - Olero Houter, Tavern Owner " 'S a damn shame that she was born royal. Don't go pulling knives on me now, but that girl digs gold from under her fingernails as we do dirt. If she was a merchants daughter we would be trading rocks for diamonds with the dwarves, I swear on my name. " - Kengarl Mahjani, Merchant-Lord "The hummingbird sits In a cage She has no key Cannot get out Yet it is you who is Jailed" - Carved on a wall of a guard tower

"Her relationship with her uncle is just unhealthy. Oh you know... Royals." - Marie-Annette Duchamp, Seamstress "She's petty. Mean spirited. Vain. Greedy. Obsessive, quick to temper and more poisonous than my grandmothers stew... She would have made a fine warrior." - Nyna-Lillé, Marshall, Knight-Render of the blue ribbon. Drachon

 "He looks just like the heroes! Lexander, Drachon the Just, Drachon the Mighty, and even a bit of Selemiss Arrow-of-Wind in there. I bet you he fucks like a steed on sunday!" - Marella, Drunken barmaid, after her evening shift. "Oh he is a king all right. He's sly as a fox, strong as an ox, fast as a hare and braver than a bear. He came in here five years of age and bested my junior officers within the week. But he's ruthless to, ya' ken? You see it in 'im when he fights. That aint not fair fight and he knows it, yet he always strikes without remorse.... He would be a scary king. A Soldier-king." - Gharland Merain, Drilling instructor, Westrian army. "Once his blood dripped on the ground in harvest times, and all the apples turned red as blood that fall!" - Vellum Pax, Farmer "He fits his name perfectly, that one. More than you know. He could have been a magician, a priest, a politician or a warrior. He chose to become all of them. He found secrets where I had burnt them, and he proved worthy of Knight-hood even before his tenth birthday. A glory to behold many would expect, no? In the future he would become a great king, many expect. But you should know more than anything else; A Dragons Teeth are twice edged." - Johna Nharidion, Chief Protector of Forbidden Relics. Dronn

"He has another wife back in the orcen lands, I swear on my grave. There's probably a thousand bastards running around out there now, hoping to be king of the glorius realm one day!" - Baron Aswallt "I hear he gets so full of rage in battle, that he feeds on his enemies. Eats their hearts! ... Isn't it exciting?" - Duchess Marionetta Jelill, renown widowmaker. "The animals listen to him ya know? Like when old Danger went and almost killed Herber. He just walked up to that beast and told it to calm down... And then it did!" - Markart, Stable hand at the castle. "He died once, they say, and then the queen screamed at him to come back. And he did. Straight out of wherever orcs go he came back. THATS the kind of thing I expect from EACH and every one of you. We CANNOT be bested by some Bastard-born, right!?" - Captain Homerus, Westrian army, sixth brigade "Lions Maw". Leiental 

"The queen does not hunt like men. She hunts like a beast. Once every year she leaves this land and travels to the Oghrothils only to kill Dragonpigs with her bare hands, and eat them raw." - Old tavern runabout rumour "I hear she once came across a burning farm, and then she gave 'em flames a stern look until they put everything back in place again. Can ya imagine? The fire just takin' its ol' hat off and scraping its toes!" - A story traveling the roads "She fought all of the Six Heroes at once, before she became Queen, and you see where she is now. Do you really want to steal one of her earrings?" - One maid to another "I just can't stand it. Doesn't she understand that a Queen SETS the trends? Did she HAVE to wear that ARMOUR-DRESS-ABOMINATION to the ball? Oh gods this iron CHAFES." - Duchess Marionetta Jelill, Renown Widowmaker "Some say the reason her brother fled to Soutreck because she threatened to castrate him. One can wonder how that spells for the rest of us Bum-lovers, no?" - Valimar Strenietti, Young noble and consort of Sevandromiel of Vestrek. Draconis

"Ah, the scorned and exiled prince. isn't it just your favourite song to write? My theory about it all? He's a werewolf. It's all there between the lines if you just do your research." - Olligan Merrin, Maestro at the Noble Academy of Artful Pursuit. "Archon is simply a skin, you see. Draconis wears him like a suit! Meanwhile, we think he is put away in Soutreck, but you all know it!" - Popular urban legend "He knows the names of things. He can poison your wine from a mile away, and if he writes a song where you die or shit your pants, thats whats going to happen." - Harald Campieri, ruined merchant "I heard that when the Queen gave birth, he split his soul into three and placed it inside the children, so that no matter what HE will be ruler one day." - Junior Duchess Meruell, Member of Womens Occult Society.