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Day 5: Singing
I want to put a TW, but I think the warning would genuinely be more extreme than the oneshot itself. Uh, don't read this if you're under 8, I guess. Though if you're under 8 I'm not sure you should be on Tumblr.
(If anyone who reads it thinks I should, lemme know)
Don Quixote is pronounced "Key-ho-tey, btw. It's a surprise tool that will help us later.
Enjoy what is quite possibly the most fluffy, romantic thing I've ever written!
Amy Rose wasn't used to Shadow being so perky. But it was a lovely surprise.
He perked up when they moved in together. Well, after he got used to his new surroundings. It had been a few months and everyday she came home from resistance-clean up and find that no matter what she had accidently ruined or made messy the night before was spotless when she got back. He was a real sixties housewife.
Last night, she had made a real mess of the kitchen while "rage-baking" as Shadow called it. She was so frustrated that she'd officially resigned from the resistance months ago, but still had files to organize for her replacement. And she didn't want to take it out on the poor girl newly in charge. At least the crepes were good.
But when she walked into the kitchen, it wasn't the clean counters that surprised her. Nor the dishes he was cleaning.
Shadow was singing.
She blinked.
Shadow was singing.
It wasn't like anything she'd heard before. His voice was deep, but not too deep. Sweet, but not too sweet. There's was a light carefree feeling his voice as he sang. She didn't recognize the song.
"Dulcinea, Dulcinea, I see heaven when I see thee, Dulcinea." Dulcinea... She'd never heard a name like that before. "And thy name is like a prayer an angel whispers, Dulcinea, Dulcinea..."
She tried to be slow and quiet, as she stepped closer to him. Unfortunately, there's no sneaking up on the Ultimate Life Form. One of his ears perked up, and he turned to her.
"Hello, Rose," he said happily.
"I didn't know you could sing like that," she said.
"Lot of free time on the ark." He shrugged noncommittally. He turned back to grab another dish, but she stopped his hand before he could get there.
"Why haven't you sung like that before now?"
He didn't seem to have a good answer for that.
"... Never felt like it before."
"What's it from anyway? Hardly sounds like a pop song."
"Man of La Mancha. The musical hit Broadway while me and Maria were on the ark. It's one of my favorites."
"Oh! What's it about?"
Realizing that she wasn't gonna let him keep washing dishes, he faced her and smiled.
"It's about this guy, who calls himself Don Quixote the knight."
"Okay."
"And turns out his just some old nut-job."
"Um... Okay? Does he become a knight later in the story?"
"No, he's just insane. Knights weren't even a thing in his time period."
"You're making it really hard to like this story," she pouted.
"Don't worry, he finds this woman who he thinks is a princess."
"And she's not." Amy said dryly.
"Not in the slightest."
"Then who is-"
"She's a prostitute."
"SHADOW!" He smirked. "Wh- how is this your favorite musical!"
"Well. When he sees her, he asks her name. She says her name is Aldonza. He decides that royalty such as herself could never-"
"She's a prostitute," Amy said, deadpan. Shadow's good mood didn't falter.
"... Could never have the name of a peasant."
"He says, to her..." Shadow then took her chin gently in his palm. She met his Ruby Red eyes, so full of love. "No one as beautiful and kind as you should have a name like that. Your name should be a name befitting of royalty. Like, Dulcinea."
"And... He sings her that love song..." Shadow nodded. "It... Is a beautiful song..." She admitted. Though she wasn't sure if it was the lyrics or just his voice that made her find it so lovely.
Shadow smiles. "He calls her Dulcinea for the rest of the show."
"What does Dulcinea mean? Exactly?"
"Melodic. Sweet, elegant, idyllic... Whichever you prefer." He said all those words like he meant that they defined her.
"Huh..." Amy shook her head, and Shadow pulled away. "But she's just a prostitute."
"She's not just a prostitute. She's a person. She was desperate. She didn't enjoy her life. The place she lived wasn't good. And the work she did wasn't pretty."
"Then why not run away?"
"Running requires money."
"Oh." She looked up at him. "This story sounds sad!"
He shrugged. "A little bit."
"The guy's insane! The girl is miserable, how is this your favorite musical!"
Shadow didn't speak for a moment.
"Well, the man saw things that nobody else did."
"Because he was crazy."
"Sure, but the things he saw weren't bad. He didn't see the world as it was, but he saw it as it should've been. I think there's value in that. Being able to see good in things no one else can. He saw good in her. Even when she didn't see it in herself."
That's when it clicked. He saw good in her, even when she couldn't see it in herself. Amy saw good in Shadow. He didn't believe her. She really had to fight to convince him. It's hard to pinpoint exactly when he changed his mind. But it took years.
"Has this... Always been your favorite movie?"
"Always been up there, but I've recently found a new appreciation for the moral of it all."
"I think you're more like the knight."
"That I'm crazy?"
"No, doofus! That you're kind and romantic!"
"Am I?"
"Yes!" She leaned in for emphasis, grinning. "And you also go around, hearing what everyone calls a girl, only to call her something else because you think it's prettier."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Rose," he said with a smile.
"How does it end?"
"Why would I tell you that? It would ruin the ending."
"Well you told me everything else!"
"I definitely haven't told you everything else. You hardly know anything."
"Well I know enough!"
"Then why are you asking for the ending?"
"Well, I- ugh!"
"There's a movie version. Why don't we watch that tonight?" Amy stopped to think. She didn't have anywhere else she needed to be. She could just relax with him on the couch until she fell asleep.
"Have you seen it?" She asked.
"Parts of it."
She giggled. "You're on."
Watched that movie recently. I loved it. The person who suggested it to me loves it, and I get why cause it's really good, but also when I first watched it I was just WTFFFF the entire time.
Don Quixote loses a fight with a windmill.
DAY FIVE Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[Forest]
It´s a nice day out, nicer than the last few at least and Elesa has decided that it´s about time for Emmet to take a mental health walk. He´s been stressing and too caught up in work to go out much, but that´s nothing a little sun and fresh air can´t help! She hopes, at least.
It´s been a rough few months (has it really been a year already?) but Elesa is sure that things can get better if she keeps trying. If she keeps getting Emmet to try.
They´re going to be alright. All of them.
DAY 5 AND 6
The A team and Fav pet!!
You can't tell me Leo didn't force someone to do this with him at least once
Also Dr.Cluckingsworth oh how I love her!!! I wish we could see her more, but oh well.
Well, we pledged our lives to each other.
The Blacklist Rare Ships Week Day Five: “Come on Closer”
Day 5: “Come on Closer”. Raymond Reddington/Donald Ressler.
Look at Donnie’s smile! At that time Donald was smiling yet.
Day 5: “Come on Closer”. Henry Prescott/Donald Ressler.
I’ve already said too much about these two.
Day 5: “Come on Closer”. Reddington/Berlin.
They kinda want to be closer to each other. And I know, I’m late, but I am the law and etc.
Day 5: “Come on Closer”. Reddington/Berlin.
Day 5: “Come on Closer” - Are your favs social distancing these days? Or is it, “ Personal space? What space?”
Though separated in space and time, I would love to see Chloe and Aram get closer!
Day 5: Come on Closer
Red braced himself against the car door, his cuffed hands gripping the leather seat in front of him as the driver took a violent turn around the corner – tires squealing over the tar.
This was not exactly how he had planned his Saturday morning. But somethings just could not be helped. Particularly your own kidnapping.
They all righted again with a jerk. The driver clapped off a few choice insults in Arabic, his voice high with growing panic.
“You should listen to your friend,” Red drolled, “The FBI are quite adamant to have me in their possession, and this won’t end well for either of you.”
The passenger turned in his seat, whipping out his pistol to point straight at him, “Shut up!” he snapped and sat back.
Red shrugged, “Only trying to be helpful.”
Another violent jerk tossed him to the right side this time. He once again grabbed the seat, the ensuing momentum making his insides churn. Damn, he hated car chases. When he righted, they were next to the ocean, still keeping a blistering pace.
The driver’s voice climbed higher up on the panic threshold, and Red peered around the seat. He smiled.
Charging down towards them was a black FBI SUV, and by his guess, it was most likely Donald.
“He’ll swerve!” snapped the passenger.
“He won’t,” said Red, already grabbing the seat belt to click into place. “I can guarantee you that.”
Another few panicked words were exchanged, should they slow down, or keep going? The gunman glanced at Red then at the driver, his face was soaked in sweat his eyes shining bright with fear and terror, but also thick with anger. “Don’t swerve. They don’t want to hurt him!”
“You’re going to play chicken with a man who doesn’t understand the meaning of self-preservation?” he chuckled, then sat back, relaxing his entire body, “I wish you all the luck in the world.”
Another few panicked words, rising higher and higher, until the driver’s nerve faltered and swerved at the last second.
The impact ripped through his bones, making the car rip and jolt over the tar. Shattered glass shot by him, and for a moment everything spun, he closed his eyes against the nausea, he felt the car tilt, heard the terrified screams of his kidnappers and they came to shaky stand still. The world silent after the screams.
Dazed and out of it, Red shook his head, trying to sit as still as possible. He jumped at the sound of gunfire, two shots, and then his door was ripped open.
Donald, a little bloodied and clearly shaken by the crash was standing next to him. Red offered him a light smile and in an instant, all the tension just seeped out of his body. “Hey,” said Donald, reaching out to the cuffs, “You okay?”
Red held up his hands, “Dazed, but in one piece,” the cuffs clinked open and he rubbed his wrists, “You’re very late Donald.”
He smiled, revealing bloodied teeth. “Yeah?” glancing around he made sure no one was near – his two kidnappers already dead – before leaning in close to press a quick kiss to his cheek, “I’ll make it up later.”
The ensuing warmth made him smile like a fool, “I look forward to it.”
_____
A/N: Agent Ressler has a death wish. That is all.
@theblacklistrareshipsweek, Day 5, “Come On Closer”.
I didn’t like Gale when he was first introduced, but his scenes with Ressler did their thing, and here we are :D
Ressler has a type, eh?
The Blacklist Rare Ships Week
Day 5: “Come on closer...”
Let me begin by saying that this is a crossover pairing. I’d also like to say that I ship Reddington and Snape platonically. While I can see Sev getting together with a man, I can’t see that for Red. Besides, friendship is so underrated! It can be stronger than romance at times.
The similarities between Severus and Red are significant. Both of them are broken, damaged men who happen to be close in age (Severus is only a month older than Red, his birthday being January 9th, 1960). They both hide behind masks of confidence, whether it’s negative or positive. They both carry a lot of pain within themselves that they don’t dare share with others. They’re both immensely afraid of being vulnerable. Lastly — and most importantly — they’re both living in a state of purgatory.
They’re both morally gray.
Both of them have done utterly reprehensible things, and yet, they both have a deep sense of humanity. They’d certainly bond over their trauma if they ever met.
The difference between the two is that Red isn’t shy about telling people how he feels. Sev, on the other hand, uses Occlumency to prevent himself from feeling at all. There are moments when Severus’s rage is unleashed, but those are one-offs. That difference could balance out the dynamic quite nicely. Red would definitely be intrigued by the mystery of Severus, and using his abilities with charming small talk, he’d be able to draw a response from Sev.
These two would keep their distance, since I believe that Severus is sensitive to touch. He’s described as being twitchy, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he got a panic attack at the prospect of a hug. Red would have to learn that, though, since touch is literally his love language. But they’d be able to keep their friendship nonetheless, since neither of them are quitters.
A funny thing I’d like to think is that Red would be extremely drawn to Severus’s magic. He would definitely take Sev’s wand and examine it before asking Sev to perform some spells. Red would be absolutely enamored by the spell-casting. He’d be curious to learn about the Wizarding world and how witches and wizards operate.
Here’s an art piece I drew for my crossover fic on Sev and Red, Living in Purgatory. It’s the opening scene of the first chapter, where Red introduces himself in a similar way to how he introduced himself to Anne. If you’d like to read Living in Purgatory, you can find it on FFN and AO3.
FUN FACT: James Spader and Alan Rickman were actually in a film together. The film was Bob Roberts, a political comedy released in 1992. However, Spader and Rickman didn’t share any scenes since Spader’s appearance was a cameo as a news anchor.
@theblacklistrareshipsweek
Day 5, "Come On, Closer"
It starts with that little tip-up of the chin: Ressler beckons Tom and his dark, depthless blue eyes nearer. But this time, Tom's guard is down and, before he knows it, Ressler's got him pinned against the wall. When the Agent presses his muscular bulk against Tom's lean frame, it's definitely "Personal space? What space?!"
#donald ressler #tom keen #tessler tango #the blacklist rare ships week #TBLRSW
This morning starts not so good for Donnie…
But we’re hoping yours is amazing ;)
Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!
Day 5: “Come On Closer”
Are your favs social distancing these days? Or is it, “Personal space? What space?”
Confused? Brush up your memory here: FAQs|Guidelines|Daily Themes|Ship Ideas|
WE TRACK: #the blacklist rare ships week, #TBLRSW (#tblrsw).
Day 5! Just a sketch today from the magtober prompt list, but here is childhood martian and jon, even if this mever happened i find it cute. Its little martain putting a bandaid on little jons knee
@emerald-emerlad
Daily Doodles- Day 5- 20/04/24
Confident Princess!
Done the same day as my pot head doodle!
I like this sort of cartoony style. I used to draw like this at 15 and I've been playing around with it again in my late 20s
Fun fact: this style was inspired by the Danny Phantom art style 👻
The tag for this is #agdoodles
Pretending this was originally meant for day 5 and not day 3, shhhh it works, Bam always has faith in Khun’s risky gambles
Makes me think of the hug scene when Bam isn’t upset at Khun for taking the risk by helping White get his power back, but is only upset that Khun didn’t tell him
Day 5 - Memory loss
Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Ship: Bakugou Katsuk x Izuku Midoriya
Rating: T
Tags: Old married men in love, 800 words
Age 60
The morning sun creeps through pale curtains, spilling across the floor. Bakugou watches Izuku stir awake in their bed, the frown already tugging at his brows before consciousness even settles.
“Where am I?” Izuku whispers.
Bakugou swallows. “Home. You’re safe.”
A pause, “…Do I know you?”
It’s been twenty nine days since the last spark of recognition. Bakugou forces a breath through his nose and nods, even if it stings. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “I’m your husband, dumbass.”
There’s something flickering in Izuku’s eyes. Guilt? He looks around the room like it’s a museum exhibit. There’s a wall of photos. A desk cluttered with journals. Sticky notes lining the doorway. Bright, hopeful. Desperate. And then there’s the one by his bed, in green ink.
If you don’t remember, ask Katsuki. He’ll help.
Age 24
“You’ve been writing things down more,” Bakugou mutters, plucking the notebook off the nightstand. “You’re twenty-four, nerd. You really need a grocery list just to remember eggs?”
Midoriya blushes, tugging the blanket up to his chin. “My head’s just… busy.”
Bakugou reads the entry.
Lunch with Iida at 1pmText Mom backBakugou likes black coffee now! don’t forget.
“Damn right I do,” Bakugou mutters, tossing the book back into the sheets. He ruffles green curls and grins when Midoriya bats his hand away, flustered and smiling.
Age 51
“Can I go outside?” Izuku asks quietly.
Bakugou lifts his gaze from the journal, heart tight. “Not without me. You got lost last time.”
Izuku’s brows furrow. “I did?”
“Yeah,” Bakugou says, softer. “You did.”
There’s a flicker of frustration, the kind that makes Izuku rub his temple.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
Bakugou reaches for his hand, grounding him. “I’d rather find you a hundred times than lose you once.”
Age 27
The notebook habit only got worse. Or better. Depending who you asked.
Bakugou didn’t complain anymore, not when he found entire pages about him. Scribbled in tiny green ink:
Kacchan always takes his tea at bedtime. Kacchan gets quiet when he’s worried. Don’t push, just sit beside him. Kacchan said he loved me for the first time today. I didn’t say it back fast enough, and I think he thought I didn’t mean it. I’ll write it here 100 times to make up for it: I love him. I love him. I love him…
Bakugou had cried reading that. Privately. In the kitchen. Over fucking soup.
Age 57
Izuku’s handwriting is shaky now.
Bakugou flips through the most recent journal and sees a mess of half-formed sentences. Some pages are drawings.Of their house, their cat, a hero costume from years ago. But some are terrifyingly blank.
He found today’s entry.
There’s a blonde man. He looks sad when I forget him. He says he loves me. I might be crazy…but I think I love him, too.
Age 30
Midoriya stands in their bathroom, holding a toothbrush and frowning at it like it’s a math problem.
Bakugou leans on the doorframe, arms crossed. “You okay?”
Midoriya shakes himself out of it. “Yeah. Just zoned out.”
“You’ve been forgetting little stuff more,” Bakugou says.
Midoriya shrugs. “Stress, maybe. Work’s been…”
“Izuku,” Bakugou says, voice low, “you forgot your mom’s birthday.”
That shuts him up. Midoriya looks at the floor. “I wrote it down,” he says.
“I know,” Bakugou whispers. “But you didn’t check.”
Age 59
The sun rises like it always does. And like always, Izuku blinks awake.
He sees the man beside him, asleep in a chair by the bed, arms crossed, chin dipped down. His hair is a mess. His face is older than the boy in Izuku’s dreams. There’s gray at his temples now.
Izuku frowns. Then offers a wobbly smile, “Katsuki?”
Bakugou jerks awake. For a heartbeat, he doesn’t speak. Just stares. “You remember?” he breathes.
“I… I think so.” Izuku reaches out, fingers trembling. “You’re my husband.”
Bakugou grabs his hand and presses it to his lips, his eyes already wet. “Yeah, nerd. I am.”
Izuku looks at the photos on the wall. The cat curled on the windowsill. The green notebook by his bed. It has his name written over and over on the cover. Izuku Midoriya. You. You. You.
He looks back at Bakugou. “I dreamed about you,” he says softly. “I think I always do.”
Bakugou holds his face like he’s scared he’ll vanish. “Then come back to me,” he whispers.
Tears fall. “I’m trying.”
Age 20
Bakugou finds him asleep at his desk, head on a pile of notes.
He reads the top one.
Kacchan’s birthday: April 20. Don’t forget. You always forget. You don’t want to hurt him again.
Bakugou traces the ink with his thumb.
“Izuku,” he whispers, barely audible. “You never forget the stuff that matters.”
Age 60
The journal on the nightstand is open. There, waiting for tomorrow are the fresh scribbles.
I remembered him. I remembered us. Don’t let it slip away again. Fight for it. Fight for him.
Bakugou adds one line at the bottom in bold, jagged handwriting:
I will always find you, Nerd.
Day 5 of the HPRecFest part 2
A non-AO3 fic
@hprecfest
Day 5 of the HPRecFest part 1
A non-AO3 fic
@hprecfest
I couldn't do day 4 but I finished day 5!!!
Day 5: Ship ❤💚
Renren <3
I have so much homework, but I can't help but draw something 😤
Oh day 5...iconic...
CRINGETOBER: DAY 5
Gijnka! idk if gijnkas r supposed to always be fully human designs but idc cus I like this Bill I made ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I feel like he's too much of a freak to look actually human lmao
btw yes ik I didn't draw a neck it's on purpose, I wanted his face to kinda resemble a shrunken head and also it's fun if it can float around independently of his body (・∀・)👍
The legend tells the tail of the strange Fenton kid that went missing still haunts his old school in the deep of night… will you brave the ghost boy
