songswords

Songsword

This longsword was forged from three cords of steel cables that begin to swing, creating a howling disonance, if removed from it’s sheath.

longsword, 1d8 slashing, versatile

Vibrating blade:
Ads 1d4 force damage

Dissonance:
Enemys who can hear the blade must make a WIS save with a DC of 11 each round or get Disadvantage on all attacks. This status continues till the affected creature succeds the save

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‪@shouta0811aoi ‬

Finished work!‬
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I’m home but,‬

‪Although the date has changed,‬

‪I received a lot of comments from everyone.
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‪Aoi Shouta, yesterday was the 4th year anniversary. I’m really happy to receive support from so many people. I want to be able to return that to everyone from now on too.‬

‪Please, yoroshiku onegaishimasu (*☻-☻*) Good Night!‬


HAPPY 4TH YEAR ANNIVERSARY SHOUTAN!!!!!!!!!!

Please continue to let me hear your wonderful music and beautiful voice.

I opened the gate which your voice knocked on, you showed me a new world. I love that voice of your’s dearly.
Your true heart is what made me fall for you. Your talent, kindness and strength is unlimited.
Thank you for giving me endless happiness, as long as you smile I don’t need anything else. I can only see you.
Your world and my world are different. What I can do for you may still be small, but the feelings I put in them shines strongly.
Please allow me to continue to give you more love; go to your lives and shout “S!”; sway my lights red, blue and purple.
Thank you so much for always being by my side, thank you for meeting me, thank you for finding me, thank you for loving me as a fan. I was saved by your love.

Please never change who you are.

Aoi Shouta, continue to carry that name and fly!!

I’ll support you forever!

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i saw something (can’t remember if it was a gifset’s caption or just a textpost and im too lazy to scroll and check so) talking about moms potentially finding about all the songs brandon’s written for callie and i’m here to make it a one shot so here ya go

prompt: mom’s discover the true basis of brandon’s songs

word count: 1104

                                            “Every Last One”

                                               ___________

Shortly after the family returned home from the hellish day at Anchor Beach (that might have included an excessively bitter ex with a gun and a lockdown,) Stef and Lena sat another crisis down in the living room, preparing the anxious teens for the battle that was about to ensue with side-glares and disappointed sighs.

“I’m so screwed, Brandon,” Callie whispered, staring at her fidgeting hands.

“No you’re not. If anyone’s truly screwed, it’s me.” Brandon assured her with a long sigh in his favour. “I’ll probably be disowned.”

Lena sat across from them first as Stef did another sweep of Mariana’s room, since her youngest daughter had apparently heard a shuffling in her closet and could swear there was a ‘shadowy-figure-thing’ inside a minute prior.

“We’re not going to be yelling at each other or disowning anyone, so calm down,” Lena looked at the two of them. Brandon gulped and felt his face heat up in embarrassment. Soon enough, his focus was on his nervous, clammy hands too. “But this is … This is a huge deal. It’s such a huge deal, you two…” she said, her voice weak. It wasn’t hard to tell that this sudden confession had already began tearing her apart.

“Alright, it wasn’t anything, as I suspected. She’s just … Shaken up, I guess,” Stef said as she skipped the last step on the stairs and walked into the living room to sit beside Lena. She didn’t look at Brandon or Callie.

“That’s good – I mean, that no one was there, not that she’s shaken up. Anyway,” Lena sighed. “We need to talk.”

“Yeah,” Stef nodded, still not exchanging eye contact with either of the teens. “We do.”

“… We’re sorry,” Brandon spoke up first. “We never would have done if it–”

“If you knew the adoption wasn’t on the line, yes, we know, we’ve heard it all before.” Stef snapped and crossed her arms. Her and the kids were like magnets facing each other; opposing the other’s closeness at all costs, fumbling around when held too close but ultimate face the fate of being pushed together by a greater force. (AKA Lena)

“Stef,” Lena placed her hand at the small of her wife’s back. “Let’s not get hostile. We need to have a rational discussion. This is a big problem, nothing will be solved by snapping and yelling at them … We don’t want them running away or anything, do we?”

Callie almost sneered at Lena but she remembered her place at the moment. To sit still and be quiet, to not have anything to say. To take whatever was thrown at her and explain as best she could why she did what she did.

But no matter how much she got, whether or not she deserved it, she would never title what she and Brandon did as a mistake.

“I would never,” Is what Callie sufficed, trying to climb back up the steep cliff she’d seemed to throw herself off of. “We would never. Please don’t think I’d ever run away from you again,”

Brandon nodded in agreement with Callie. “I wouldn’t run either,” he added. “At least not too far away…” he mumbled. Callie nudged him hard and scowled.

“Well, that’s reassuring,” Lena said sarcastically, pushing her hair back and huffing. Stef held back a snort and put her hand on Lena’s shoulder.

“Sarcasm isn’t an equivalent to rational either, love,” she said. Lena nodded and apologized to Brandon and Callie. 

“That’s okay,” Callie said quietly.

“So…” Stef began, leaning over on her elbows. “You two were … Seeing each other when you were in Girls United? All that time ago?”

Callie nodded, swallowing the lump that’d developed in her throat. “Um, yes…”

“What happened, then? Did you just,” Stef stopped herself and shut her eyes tightly as to collect her thoughts. “Keep going? Until the adoption?”

“No no no,” Callie said hurriedly. “We stopped, I swear to you, we did. We uh – well um, I… I broke things off at your dad’s funeral…”

Lena glanced over at Stef, awaiting an outburst but only receiving a long, stressed sigh. “Then what happened? How did you end up … Sleeping together?” Stef cringed at her phrasing, but she couldn’t take it back.

“… Well um, uh …” Callie hesitated telling them about their little incident at the fundraiser. It is, really, how things started firing back up again, but she could easily lie and say it was old, old feelings resurfacing. But what would more lying accomplish? An even heavier weight on her shoulders. “We – I mean, again … I kissed him at the fundraiser and after that I … I don’t know … Old feelings came back all the sudden and they wouldn’t slow down …”

“But you were with AJ,” Lena pointed out.

“Not really…” Callie said lowly.

“God … It was happening for so long, right under our noses,” Stef breathed. “B might as well have screamed off the rooftops in a song of his about all of this…”

Brandon opened up his mouth to speak but immediately closed it again. Callie froze in place. Shit, shit shit.

Stef chuckled to herself, but when seeing Brandon’s awkward and uncomfortable demeanour, she stopped, automatically turning stoic. “… What?” she murmured. “You didn’t, B,”

“I didn’t scream them off of the rooftops,” he corrected. “… I sang them to people.”

“Oh my god,” Stef gasped and rubbed her face. “Your songs are about her?”

“Well, not every last one … But a few.”

“Which ones?”

“What?”

“Which songs, Brandon.”

“Oh, uh,” Brandon coughed, glancing over to Callie and scooting farther away. “Uh, Outlaws?”

“Which one is that?” Lena asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Right, you don’t know that one, uh,”

Stef’s eyes widened and she guffawed. “There are ones we don’t know about?! What the hell is this! Was your whole ‘relationship’ High School Musical or something?!”

“Speaking of musical, uh, some of um … R&J’s songs were, um…”

“You’re kidding me,” Lena breathed. Callie buried her face in her hands.

“… AlsotheIdyllwildpiece,” Brandon blurted, his words jumbled but still decipherable. Stef was gawking at them.

“We’re living with Finn and Rachel,” Stef said with a dry, bitter laugh. “This is freakin’ ridiculous. We’re living with Glee, Lena. Glee.”

                                                 ___________

Mixtapes - Michael Clifford [FLUFF]

Not Requested

Summary~ They start appearing every Wednesday; odd, beautiful, unique. Mixtapes.

A/N: This took me so long researching songs

Word Count - 1217

75, 23, 8. You enter your locker combination for a quick stop off between classes and go to toss your Chemistry books in when something falls to the ground with a rattling click. You look down to see a box with ‘Mixtape #1′ written on it in block capitals.. a cassette tape. Before you have time to properly stop and look at it the second bell rings to tell you that you’re late so you stuff it in your bag and grab your maths textbooks.

You forget about it until when you get home you empty your bag onto your bed to get your homework and there sat on top of the pile is the little box. You inspect it to find a tracklist on the back;

1. You Kill Me (In A Good Way) - Sleeping With Sirens

2. Don’t Stop Believing - Journey

3. Know Your Enemy - Green Day

4. My Heart Will Go One - Celine Dion

5. Name - Goo Goo Dolls

A really weird mix of songs but you are left intrigued to listen to them.

“Mum,” you call out wandering into the family lounge.

“Yeah?” she responds.

“Do we have a cassette player?” you question.

“I don’t know I was never much of a music listener, do we?” she turns to your dad.

“Let me check my old college boxes in the attic,” he stands.

You follow him as he rummages through the boxes that have been gathering dust for years.

“Can I ask why you need a cassette player?” your dad questions.

“One of my friends gave mea tape that she found and she wants me to listen to it, “ you lie, not really knowing how to explain ‘someone anonymously left a mixtape in my locker’.

“Ah here we go my old walkman, you might need to put some new batteries in but these things ere made to last!”

After replenishing the battery supply you spend the night listening to the 5 tracks, something about the slightly more mechanical and manual nature that really interests you. 

All throughout the week you keep the walkman on you for if you ever get sick of your itunes and end up listening to it on the walk too and from school. That following Wednesday you open your locker after Chemistry to hear another rattling click and there at your feet is ‘Mixtape #2′.

In your next lesson you check the tracklist again;

1. Could you be the one? - Stereophonics

2. You Raise Me Up - Westlife

3. Ever After - Marianas Trench

4. Like We Used To - A Rocket To The Moon

5. Me And My Broken Heart - Rixton

Yet another odd mix of songs but more to add to your apparently growing collection.

“Did one of you guys give someone my locker combo?” you ask your two friends, the only other people that know your locker combination.

“No,” one of them replies and the other shakes her head.

Well it’s a mystery as neither of them possess the technical ability to make a mixtape.

“Why?” they ask.

“These have been showing up in my locker,” you hand them the first mixtape and pop out the second from the walkman.

“Hand made, weird song list, cute, someone’s crushing on you,” they both nudge you.

They continue to show up over the course of the next 2 weeks, with equally odd playlists.

‘Mixtape #3′

1. I Knew You Were Trouble - Taylor Swift

2. See Beneath Your Beautiful - Labrinth 

3. You Can’t Stop The Beat - Hairspray

4. Are You Crazy - Conor Maynard

5. Listening - Tonight Alive

‘Mixtape #4′

1. Don’t You Worry Child - Swedish House Mafia

2. You - The Pretty Reckless

3. Get Down On Your Knees - All Time Low

4. It Will Rain - Bruno Mars

5. Yet - Switchfoot

You carry these 4 tapes with you everywhere, you grow attached to them somehow, they’re always in your jacket pocket and t the end of each day you unload them onto your desk with the walkman.

One day you get home from school and you drop your jacket outside your room, desperate for an after school nap and when you wake up again you hear the distinct sound of running water. Rubbing your eyes you get up and see a small pool of water seeping under the bathroom door, you open it to see a flood that started with an overflowing bath

“Mum, did you forget to turn the bath of the bathroom is soaked!” you yell.

Your parents come to the rescue quickly with towels to mop up the mess, you on the other hand turn your attention to your now slightly damp jacket that had absorbed some of the puddle outside of the bathroom. You then remember what was in your pockets; the walkman - wet but unharmed, mixtapes 2-4 - unharmed and mixtape 1 half soaked. You try to play it but it doesn’t work anymore so you pick up the box, the writing was written in felt pen so now it has all washed away, well all but the first word from each song. You. Don’t. Know. My. Name. You don’t know my name. That’s when it clicks and you grab the other mix tapes.

Could you ever like me.

I see you are listening.

Don’t you get it yet.

The sneaky shit has been using code.

The mystery starts to eat you alive so you decide to go out of your way to find out who it is, so between every period of school, no matter where you are, you check your locker. Nothing after 1st, nothing after 2nd, nothing after 3rd but 4th is when it appears.

‘Mixtape #5′

1. Notice Me - Kellin Quinn

2. Me - the 1975

3. I’m Yours - Jason Mraz

4. Too Much - All Time Low

5. Scared Of The Dark - Lower Than Atlantis

Notice me I’m too scared.

“Fancy skipping 4th period next Wednesday?” you ask your friends.

“Why?”

“I know when the mixtape master is making his deposits”

The next Wednesday rolls around and the three of you hide out in the store cupboard across from your locker, waiting.

“This is hopeless,” one of your friends says.

“Come on you can stay but we have to get to the other end of the scool for 5th period history”

You don’t battle with your friends for leaving, the period has slipped by and no one has shown up and as the bell rings you head over to your locker. The corridor fills and then empties leaving only you and a hooded boy frozen in his tracks at the opposite end of the hall. You watch him reach into his pocket and pull out a box; there he is.

After a few silent moments you walk to him and he tries to his his face, holding out the tape but instead you reach up and remove his hood. It’s Michael Clifford. That boy has been in all of your classes since you were 7, quiet but undeniably cute.

You take the tape, ‘Mixtape #6′ :

1. I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You - Elvis Presley

2. Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran

3. Up All Night - One Direction

4. On My Own - Les Mis

5. Us Against The World - Coldplay

“I give up on us,” you read.

He smiles, “I didn’t think you’d figure it out”

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