Making playlists is always fun. I’ve been playing around with the idea of making ones with classical works that evoke a similar feel to popular themes and melodies that many would recognise from films and/or video games, mostly.
So I bring to you the reminiscent playlists, hopefully for your studying pleasure.
With that said, here’s a very small playlist that is reminiscent of the theme from Howl’s Moving Castle. And for those who do not have access to Spotify, I got you covered with YouTube links below, haha. I chose not to list the performers since they will differ on Spotify and YouTube, but you should be able to find necessary information.
why is every ““smart character”” always listening to classical music like don’t get me wrong there are plenty of bangers out there but i’m also remembering the fact that i work with some very smart people and if you think we don’t know all the words to the entirely of the lonely island’s discography you’re mistaken
It sounds super angsty, but if you haven't already written it, maybe an unrequited, one-sided love thing between the RFA guys and MC?
I’ve been really busy lately, sorry :C
He was so welcoming, warmly including you in everything
He would text you all the time, venting his
frustrations about LOLOL—he trusted you out of all the RFA, after all
Soon, it turned into calls, where he happily chatted
away to you as he gamed
“Pffft hahaha, you’re so funny, MC!! You always make my
gaming nights better…” his enthusiastic response made your heart race. “I love
talking to you, MC.”
You took pride in that.
He became more and more special to you, and it warmed
your heart every time you talked to him. You wanted to learn more about him.
took interest in what you said, and listened attentively even to your
pointless, frustrated rants. He sincerely responded to your concerns, and often
brought up inside jokes in the chat room, forming a barrier between the two of
you and everyone else.
A special little world that nobody else could enter.
“I can’t wait to meet you,” he shyly told you. It was
finally the day before the RFA party. Your heart beat quickly, warm fuzziness
bubbling in your chest.
“Yoosung… I have something to tell you tomorrow,” you
decided, blushing as you told him. He was the one who made you feel happy…the
one who cracked jokes and made you laugh on your gloomiest days… the one who
listened to all your troubles. He hummed softly, murmuring, “Okay. There’s
something I’ve also been meaning to tell you, too. I’m worried if I’ll be
rejected but… I can’t hold back anymore.”
That night, you couldn’t sleep from pure anticipating
of the next day. You woke up early to make yourself look as pretty as possible
for Yoosung. First impressions were important, after all.
Upon arriving at the party hall, you immediately
recognized him—you were in love with him, after all. You called out to him
happily, and he rushed over with a big smile on his face, but it almost
immediately turned into a frown as he reached you.
“You’re Yoosung, right?! I’m MC!” you exclaimed,
“I see. You look… different than I thought you would,”
he murmured, a distant look in his eyes as he avoided your gaze. “I thought
you’d maybe have like, blonde hair and green eyes, or something.”
Your heart caught in your throat as soon as the words
left his mouth. Rika. He’d expected you to look like Rika.
Biting back tears, you forced a giggle, as if he’d just said something funny.
“So, what did you want to tell me?” he sighed, running
a hand through his hair. “I don’t really have time to talk, so can you make it
Yoosung seemed so annoyed and irritated by your mere
presence, guiltlessly expressing it in his words, tone and body language. It
was a complete turnaround from the sweet boy you had known for the last few
weeks. Correction: the sweet boy you thought
you had known.
“Nothing important,” you muttered, clenching your fists
as tears spilled from your eyes. “I was in love with you. I am in love with
you. And I guess I know now that you’ll never feel the same.”
He stared back expressionlessly at you. “Love? I’m
sorry, but it’s impossible for me to ever like you back. You’re really far off
from my type,” he laughed as if it was a joke.
You couldn’t figure out what the hell was so funny. He
was laughing at the way you had felt for him for months. He was laughing at the
feelings you had cherished. He was laughing at you.
And it only smashed what remained of your heart to
He was never in love with you.
From the moment you first met him, he’d been flirty and
welcoming to you. He was always protective of you in the chatrooms, and he
called you often to check up on you, asking things like:
“MC, have you eaten today? I hope you’re taking care of
yourself properly, I’ll get worried, you know…”
“Hey… Can you see the moon from where you are? When you
look at the moon at night, I want you to think of me… watching over you like
your very own guardian angel. If you ever need anything, you know that I’m here
“Do I need to beat up Jumin for you?! He was being way
too insensitive just now!”
Naturally, you felt gravitated to Zen. He made you feel
so… secure. He was always offering to help you, talking with you late at night,
comforting you when you were sad… He made you feel sodamn special. He sure
didn’t treat Jaehee like this, and you took quiet, guilty pride in that.
A week after you realized that you had fallen in love
with him—his caring personality, his deep thoughts, his laugh, his passion for
acting… his everything—he asked you out
on a date.
You almost screamed into your pillow from
excitement. Did he like you back?! Could Zen possibly return your feelings?
You waited for him in
the cafe, your eyes anxiously searching for his figure. You had taken 3 hours
to braid your own hair (with great difficulty), and chose the perfect outfit to
meet with him for the date. You waited 2 hours for him, sitting all alone. But
he never came.
You dialled his phone
number, wondering if he was stuck in traffic or late from rehearsals. He picked
up on the second tone, drunkenly answering, “Mmn… hello, who’s this?”
“Um, Zen? It’s me,
MC… did something happen? I’m still waiting…”
He howled in
laughter, sounding like he was really enjoying himself. “You’re still
waiting?! What the fuck, woman, what makes you think you’re anything special to
me? I was only betting with my friend that I could make you fall for me. I
can’t believe you fell for it so easily.”
He continued to
laugh, finding it absolutely hilarious that you believed his nice guy act. He
had purposely stood you up. Rather, he never intended to come in the first
His words were like a
slap to your face. It was obvious now.
Zen didn’t care about
you at all.
You stayed quiet, not
wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were actually crying
You had wasted so
much time on him. All because you liked him, and because you thought he could
even possibly like you back.
“Helloooo? Are you
still there?” he hiccupped.
You couldn’t answer,
holding back your sobs.
“Oh right, anyway,
thanks for helping me win the bet. Haha, byeee!”
“Yeah. No problem. Anything
for you, Zen,” you weakly replied, sarcasm hidden in your undertone.
But it was true. You would have done anything for
him. He’d just never do the same for you.
From the start, you’d been attracted to his unique
sense of humour, awkward personality, and passion for cats. Not to mention, he
was pretty fucking rich.
Although you weren’t after him for the money, you had
to admit, it was part of what interested you at first. Emphasis on “at first.”
After spending evenings at fancy dinners with him, long
nights drinking in bars after work hours, and occasionally messaging each other
every day possible… you realized how much more there was to Jumin than you’d
Although he seemed carefree and pushed all the tasks to
Jaehee, he actually drowned himself in work for hours as well. When you spent
time together, he would always be jotting down notes and reading printed
documents as he conversed with you—he was probably used to it from discussing business
deals all the time.
Not to mention, he was very attached to his cat because
he didn’t have the time nor opportunity to interact with anyone that wasn’t trying to conduct business with
him. You could feel your own heart hurt for him, realizing how lonely he must
Not to mention the fact that there were many young men
(such as Zen,) who thought of Jumin as a rich snob, and was against the idea of
being friendly. You could only imagine how rejected Jumin must feel, despite
acting nonchalant every time.
Your heart and mind was consumed with thoughts of
Jumin, of how he felt, of how he was suffering… You yearned to know him better,
and you found yourself being more eager than ever in your conversations and
nights out together.
One night, you finally brought up the courage to bring
up the topic of himself. Excited to share your opinion, you said, “You know, I
completely understand that you must feel lonely and all, even though you never
mention it! It must suck that nobody understands you… You’re always working so
hard, and nobody ever acknowledges it, but I know that-“
He paused mid-sip from his wine, then slowly put the
glass down. “MC.” His voice was cold, stern and almost tired. “Why are you
You blushed. “Well… I mean… I guess I’ve fallen in love
with you,” you whispered, looking shyly into your lap. “I’ve learned so much
about you over all this time, and-“
He scoffs, eyes hardening into a glare. “MC… Do you
really believe that you know me?” he asks, shaking his head in disbelief. “Everything
that you just said… is it not simply your idea of me? You’re not in love with
me, MC. You’re in love with the ideal version of me that you’ve created in your
own head. Could you be any more delusional and hypocritical when you say that
no one understands me? You don’t know me either, MC. Don’t fool yourself
You return his glare with a pleading gaze. “That’s not
it, Jumin! I really do understand! I’m not assuming, but it’s just what I’ve
realized after spending so much time with you-“
Again, he cut you off. He seemed to be doing that a lot
“I only spent time with you to ensure that you would
remain subservient to the RFA. Our meetings were like business to me, MC.”
He stood up, turning to leave you alone at the table. A
lone $100 bill was all that sat with you.
This kid was absolutely hilarious! He took on such a
cheerful persona in the chatrooms, cracking jokes at random and spamming memes
everywhere. But he really did make you laugh.
On days when you felt gloomy, tired of every little
thing that was happening in your life, and overall upset, Seven managed to
cheer you up, sending you cute texts. They ranged from, “Your Defender of
Justice, SEVEN OH SEVEN, will protect your happiness!!” to pictures of his own
cosplay, where he attempted (attempted.)
to look seductive.
He quickly gained a special place in your heart. Not
everyone managed to cheer you up just like that.
One day after the RFA party, Seven invited everyone to
the zoo. During the trip, you kept trying to get closer to him, standing near
him as you pretended to be awed by the penguins… ‘accidentally’ bumping into
him… lying that you didn’t have money to buy a drink and asking to share…
(Although, FYI, that last one didn’t work. Why? Well, the
trust fund kid was there, duh.)
Seven drove you and Yoosung home, considering Zen took
his motorcycle, and Jaehee tagged along with Jumin to return to the office.
After Yoosung left, you were nervous to be alone with the man that you’d grown
Almost as if reading your mind, Seven broke the
silence, “MC. I’m not suggesting that this is possible, but if you think that
you have any sort of feelings for me, please forget it. I… will never fall in
You stared at him quietly, unsure what to say. You hadn’t
been TOO obvious in expressing your feelings… you’d really as subtle as subtle
Instead, you opted for, “I don’t get what you’re
He glanced at you from the side before turning his eyes
back to the road. “You can ignore what I’m saying if you haven’t had any weird
thoughts about us being anything more than friends. But otherwise, just be
aware that I’ll never fall in love with anyone okay? This isn’t some crappy
fairytale. It’s real life, and you’re not going to waltz into my life and
You nodded slowly, avoiding looking in his direction. “Uhm,
yeah…” you awkwardly responded, voice barely above a whisper.
What the hell were you supposed to say? You’d been rejected before you even had the chance
to confess. Haha. Ahaha.
The tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it.
But you couldn’t let him see. At the very least, you wouldn’t let him know how
his words had affected you. You wouldn’t let him know that you actually had
fallen in love with him, that his warning came too late.
You wouldn’t allow yourself to ruin the friendship
between you two. Seven was too important to you.
You dashed out of his car as soon as he pulled over on
your street, not even daring to say goodbye.
1 and 10 with Charlie and Garth, younger Winchester sister X
A/N: With this request I realized that I put the same prompt in two times, so I’m gonna fix that lol. But, since you requested them both (the same one twice) I’m gonna give it to you ;)
“So, you’re here to babysit me aren’t you?” You said upon seeing Charlie and Garth standing outside the motel room door. You were happy to see your friends, practically family members, but still offended. You’re 16 years old, you didn’t need anyone to watch over you anymore. Sam and Dean just didn’t get that.
“Oh, no, it’s more like a girls’ night,” Charlie instantly responded and grinned. She was trying to make the situation better, which you really appreciated.
From besides her, Garth cleared his throat, gaining both of your attentions.
“Girls and Garth’s night.” Charlie corrected, and Garth seemed happy with that, grinning himself.
“Fine.” You stated, not being able to keep yourself from smiling anymore. You loved these two.
10 minutes later, you could all agree that you were bored inside the cramped motel room. Sure, you could just sit there and talk, but it was warm and almost claustrophobic.
“Can’t we go outside?” You asked, pulling off your best puppy dog eyes you learned from Sam.
“Dean and Sam were pretty strict on not leaving this room.” Garth objected solemnly. “Mr. Fizzles can testify to that too,” He added as he reached into his pocket, showing the sock puppet before tucking it back in.
“But, what’s the fun in doing what you’re told?” You countered mischievously.
“Well, you’re brothers can be pretty scary…” Garth trailed off, looking nervous.
“I’m with you, Y/N. Let’s go out.” Charlie grinned. “You’re coming with Garth.”
You squealed and hugged your favorite redhead. Garth’s shoulders dropped low meanwhile, before he gave in. “Yeah, fine.”
So, the three of you walked into town. You actually went to an arcade, where you all played some games at first. Then Charlie challenged some video game enthusiasts, and you and Garth officially became her cheerleaders. She kicked ass and won you a couple of 10-dollar bills. Then, you just strolled around the city centre seeing what the small town had to offer. And now, you were just sitting at a diner enjoying your third milkshake in a row.
Your, Garth and Charlie’s laughter was interrupted by the buzz of your phone. You looked at the display and saw your brother’s name. You looked at the clock, and realized that they probably were back at the motel, wondering where the hell you were,
“Guys, it’s Dean. He’s gonna kill me!” You panicked, looking from Garth to Charlie.
“They’re gonna kill us!” Garth practically melted, sliding down his seat in the booth.
“Okay, breath Y/N. Remember what you said; what’s the fun in doing what you’re told?”
She smirked, flashing you a thumbs up, and you smirked right back at her.
Besides inventing D&D, Gary Gygax also founded Gen Con, which led indirectly to Magic's creation. As I understand it, Peter Adkison asked Richard Garfield for a game that RPG enthusiasts could play while waiting around at conventions--specifically Gen Con, which Adkison would later buy. And of course without D&D, Adkison wouldn't have created The Primal Order--which means he wouldn't have founded Wizards of the Coast :)
All good points. Dungeons & Dragons had a giant impact on gaming which obviously affected all games that came after it.
The point about Wizards of the Coast not existing without it is a great one.
This one probably won’t be as popular I’m so sorry to disappoint you.. Augdhdhdgdjdjsjs. But enough testosterone, time for a lady’s touch.
• Vega Lucis Caelum was spared by the crystal, but it doesn’t mean you can count her out. She loves her family fiercely and she will not bow out when asked to, only when dead.
• Currently in college, on track to University, but taking a gap year to relax, destress and spend as much time with her brother and father as much as possible.
• On days where they’re both busy, she asks the waiting staff to send them both pots of tea with handwritten notes telling them both to take a few minutes and enjoy the tea.
• Quite introverted like Noctis. The attempt on Noctis’ life when they were younger and also in Nifelheim affected her as well. But she pushes it down and worried more about Noct more than anything. Prince and Princess of Stoic Emo Angst.
• Recommends scents and oils for aromatherapy for anything. Seriously, what ails you? There’s a scent for that.
• Big video game enthusiast. Will play even Prompto under the table.
• One day, she cut her hair short and styled it like Noctis. She put on her sports bra, an old shirt of his and nearly fooled everyone. Ignis could tell when she was eyeing the veggies he was cutting up.
• Actually grew to like veggies. Except carrots. Hates carrots unless forced to eat and only then, dipped in ranch. Or in cake.
• Makes a point to see her father at least once a day. It breaks her heart to see him every time tired and looking a little older, but she knows about his limited time and gives him a hug everyday.
• When Noctis was going to be sent off to his wedding, Regis insisted that she go along with him.
• Hated Gladiolus for quite sometime. Nothing personal, just wanted to blame the muscle pain on someone. He didn’t take it hard, he was pushing her to see what she could handle and she exceeded expectations.
• likes to cook big meals for everyone.
• Sleeps with an owl plushie Noctis gave her for her birthday, doesn’t sleep without it.
• Agreed with Noctis one day to go to a gala as him. She cut her hair again and despite wearing a suit and not speaking due to a “throat infection”, she had a great time with Ignis
• Ignis, however, was shitting himself the entire time, thinking people would see through Vega’s facade and could tell right away. But in all, she pulled it off very well, not even Regis knew.
• but not until Regis came over and hugged her, kissed her cheek, “Thank you for tonight, it was quite amusing. Goodnight, my little dove.”
• Vega let out the most wonderful laugh.
• Always has music playing around her. Cannot function without it, it helps lessen her daily anxieties.
NaLu Week Bonus Prompt June 15th: Video Games Setting: Modern AU Title: The Magnolia Convention Word Count: 1,514 (sorry) Rating: Teen/Mature (just in case..)
This is so late…I’m so sorry >~<
Summary: Natsu Dragneel is a video game enthusiast who lives in the town of Magnolia. It so happens that Magnolia hosts a grand video game convention each year. Natsu isn’t all that romantic…Although there is a particular blonde that caught his attention. What will Natsu do about it?
Every year, the town of Magnolia hosted a video game convention. The dazzling events and wide variety of it made the convention a very popular place for fans to gather. A young man named Natsu Dragneel lived there in Magnolia and he was quite the video game enthusiast, buying the newest games as soon as they hit the market. So, obviously, the salmon colored haired male went to the convention every year. Whether it be with friends, or just by himself, Natsu didn’t mind. Video games were his true comfort, and that annual convention was almost like a second home to him…Most would say that Natsu’s one and only love were the accumulated copies of video games in his possession.