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sleepanonymous · 6 months

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hello fellow worshipper ^^

so from most of II’s drum cams i’ve seen, you can barely hear Vessel’s vocals… like do you think that ever makes him sad? not being able to properly hear his pretty siren voice on stage? :(

ofc feel free to ignore, i’m just a curious dude :)

Heeey, thank you for the ask! And I’d never ignore you or anyone else (on purpose, but my object permanence is as bad as a newborn's, lol) 🖤🖤

So, I have two answers for you. My first answer is that, yes, II probably does feel some type of way about not hearing Vessel’s amazing live singing (or even the Vesselettes, or III and IV). It’s obvious he’s a fan of the music he writes with Vessel, and he gets really into it during certain songs like Atlantic, where pauses between the percussion parts exist. But if it makes you feel better, II absolutely loves what he does and fully kills it every time he goes on stage. I’m sure it’s a sacrifice he willingly makes.

My second answer is much more technical and would apply to any touring drummer/musician, not just Sleep Token, so I’m just gonna shove it under a cut to hide my nerdiness, lol (and also not to shatter anyone's illusion with how much planning and work goes into live performances).

What we hear in II’s live drum playthroughs and what II hears while playing is a lot different. Performing musicians wear unique earplugs/earphones called in-ear monitors (I’ll abbreviate them to IEMs). The IEMs have several purposes, mainly to protect musicians’ hearing and allow them to hear themselves and backtracks while performing over everything else during a concert (because concerts are loud, obviously lol). But the IEMs also enable the musicians to hear other things, like the stagehands/sound techs can speak to them, they’ll more often than not have a metronome going, and they may even have spoken cues like, “Verse Two in 4 3 2 1.”

I can guarantee that II has at least a metronome going during all of Sleep Token’s rituals. Since none of the band really speaks on stage (I don’t count III’s yelling), II also might have either Sam (his drum tech) or an automated voice telling him what song he’s playing next, along with a numbered countdown for the beginning of the song. II might even get in-the-moment verbal queues from Sam, or Sleep Token’s FOH, Thom.

This isn’t Sleep Token, but the video below is an excellent example of what I’m talking about. I don't expect everyone to watch the whole thing but it's great, tempo changes, count-ins, and everything. Flash warning, just in case.

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The two screenshots are from the same video and add a bit more information on what a musician might hear in their IEMs during live shows.

I might be alone here, but I really wish Sleep Token would release at least one of the live drum recordings with an in-ear mix like the video above. I’d nerd out so hard over hearing exactly what II or any of the other Eepy guys (especially Vessel during The Summoning, omg) are hearing live in their IEMs.

I know there are people who do mockups on YouTube of Popstar’s supposed IEM mixes and I swear if I had any musical knowledge or video editing skills it would be my self-proclaimed mission to put an in-ear mix into all of Sleep Token's live shows 😅😅

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cithaerons · 2 years

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one thing about hot girls is they will stay up until 4am editing wikipedia

#britney spears voice oops i did it again

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shadowandlightt · 3 months

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Of Nightmares and Memories | nine | Azirel X reader

Series Warnings: Kidnapping. Mistreatment. Cursing. Pining. Violence. Depression. Talks of suicide. Eventual smut

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

A/N; *to the tune of Britney Spears* OOps I DID IT AGAIN. Also I'm more nervous about this part than I have been for this entire series, so be nice and kind and I hope you enjoy <3

Mor showed up a few days later. She appeared as you were lounging in a chair, attempting to read some random romance novel you’d come across.

“He’s taking her to The Weaver,” She stated in lue of a greeting.

“Well then he’s a fool,” You snorted, not looking up from your book.

“YN,” She warns, “He’s taking her to The Weaver.”

“Yes I heard you,” you roll your eyes and look up, “What difference does it-”

You stop upon seeing the look on her face. The worry and the pain hidden there. You swallow the lump in your throat at the sight. She looked at you like you would break at any moment, and maybe you would. Maybe she saw the truth in you.

“They’re mates, aren’t they?” You question, voice sounding strange.

She only nods and moves to sit on the couch across from you. You nod slowly in understanding. You wanted to be happy for them, but somehow you couldn’t feel it. Like there was something wrong with you. Like you were broken.

“I had a feeling,” You tell her, “From the moment she became Fae and he came for her the first time. I had a feeling.”

It was true, you did have a feeling. Something deep within you told you that they were drawn to one another in ways that neither of them could explain. You often wondered if that was the same with Azirel too. If you were secretly mates, you used to pray for it as a child. Because you couldn’t imagine a better mate than him

To this day you still couldn’t imagine a better mate. But how could he want you now? Mate or not. You’d never have the same relationship that you had before. Nothing would be the same. How could you pretend to be the same person you were when you were taken when everything around you was different? You weren’t sure how you were going to do any of this.

“Please come home,” Mor begged.

“I can’t,” You try to keep your voice from breaking, “I can’t go back there.”

“Why?” She demands, standing from the couch, “Why are you denying yourself this? It’s Valaris! Your favorite place in all the world! You hate being here, you always have.”

“Maybe I deserve to be here,” You mumble, “Maybe I deserve to be away from all of you.”

“What are you talking about?” She questions.

“I didn’t try to run when I could have. I gave up. I fucking gave up and accepted my fate there,” You explain, slamming your book shut, “I let myself become Tamlin’s little play thing, I allowed him to strip my powers away. I let him do everything to me and I never fought back.”

“You never deserved what happened to you,” She shook her head, “I’m not so sure that I wouldn’t have given up either, if I’d been in your shoes.”

“I spent fifty years thinking all of you were dead.”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“I really did give up then. Because I realized Rhys wouldn’t be able to come for me. Up until that point, up until she took him, I was convinced he would come save me. That all of you would somehow find out I was still alive and come marching into the Spring Court and raze it to the ground.”

You shake your head, trying to clear the thoughts that were swirling about. Your back ached along the two big scars. Everything about you just hurt. Your skin, your head, your chest, your heart…everything. You just wanted it to stop. You needed it to stop.

Mor sat back down and reached over to take your hands in hers. There was nothing but love in her eyes, no sign of the pain that you saw when she first arrived. You want to pull away from her, pull away from the tender touch that reminded you too much of your mother.

“You survived,” She swore, looking deeply into your eyes, “You made it out. You were brave and cunning and you survived. That’s all that matters now.”

Your head shakes again, “No, it’s not all that matters. You can’t understand, none of you can.”

“Then help me understand,” She begs, “Help me understand what’s going on. Help me help you.”

“You can’t help me, Morrigan,” You said, standing up and ripping your hands away from hers.

You walked to one of the large widows, wondering how bad it would be if you flung yourself from the Palace. How much would it hurt when you crashed into the mountain below? Would it be enough to bring you the release you so desperately craved? Would Mor be able to stop you in time?

You thought long and hard about it, but in the end you turned away from the window. Hating yourself for even thinking such a thing. It would destroy Rhys to get you back only to lose you again. You couldn’t do that to him. That was the only thing stopping you.

“Azriel knows we’re hiding something,” She says from her spot on the couch, “I’m not sure how much longer we can hold him off.”

You nearly cringe at the sound of his name. Cauldron, what is he going to do when he finds out about you? How will he react? Will he even want to be in the same room as you? Will he be able to stand to look at you after everything you’ve done?

“I don’t care,” You lied, “I don’t give a fuck if he thinks you’re hiding something. You don’t tell him about me.”

“Yes I know, Rhys’ order was very clear,” She rolls her eyes.

“You should go,” You tell her, “Before they wonder where you are.”

She sighs and gets up from the couch. You can tell she wants to say something else but decides against it. You watch as she disappears into darkness. You finally felt that you were able to breathe once she left.

You fell deeper and deeper into the darkness as the days went on. The feeling in your chest only got worse with time. You wondered what would happen if you went down to The Hewen City. What would they do if their princess suddenly reappeared after so many years.

You wondered if they’d kill you, just to spite Rhys. Or if they’d bow down to you like they used to. But then you remembered one of the last conversations you had with Azriel, and how he hated the way so many of the males talked about you and you felt sick.

Everything surrounding Az seemed to make you feel that way these days. You could feel it deep in your chest, the sort of ache you always seemed to feel whenever you were away from him. After all of these years it still hadn’t subsided. In fact it seemed to be getting worse as each day passed by. Like being back in the Night Court and being so close to him was making it worse. Or maybe it was the fact that the Faebane was finally starting to wear off and your powers were coming back.

No matter the reason, you weren’t sure that you could go on like this any more. You didn’t know how you could live with the constant ache forever. Because you never planned on going back to Valaris, you couldn’t face the city you loved after what you did. After how you allowed your mother to be killed. She loved Valaris, and loved flying over the city. And it was your fault she was dead, no matter what anyone else said. You were to blame.

You didn’t expect Rhys to appear several days later. He looked tired. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and tell him that it was going to be okay. But even you didn’t believe that. You couldn’t believe that it would be okay. Too much had happened.

“We’re going to the Summer Court,” He tells you, “Feyre, Amren, and myself.”

“Enjoy.”

“Little Star, tell me what to do,” He begs, stepping closer to you, “Tell me how to help you.”

“I’ll tell you like I told Mor,” You sigh, “You can’t help me.”

“Come back to Valaris, be with your family.”

Your head shakes. You couldn’t bear to face Cassian and Azriel. Not now, maybe not ever. It’s something Rhys could never understand. He was able to readjust easily after Amerantha. But he hadn’t spent hundreds of years being beaten and mistreated. He wasn’t starved and drugged every day. You couldn't be mad at him, as much as you wanted to be. Because you knew he suffered too.

“I can’t come back.”

“You keep saying that but you never say why,” he challenged.

“Because it’s all my fault!” you finally broke, tears streaming down your face, “It’s my fault, Rhysand. She could still be alive if I had just done something. Anything. But I didn’t.”

“If you’re to blame, then so am I,” He countered, “It should be just as much my fault. I told Tamlin where you would be. I’m the one who didn’t come to meet you as I promised, I left you undefended.”

“It’s not your fault, Rhys,” You felt anger boiling up in you now.

Because you didn’t blame him. You never did. He had duties to attend to that day, you understood that he couldn’t get away. He trusted Tamlin. The son of spring had him fooled, and that was not Rhys’ fault. Not in the slightest.

“Then it isn’t your fault either,” He gently argued.

You can’t help but shake your head again. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. He wasn’t there. He didn’t hear her. He doesn’t see her every time he closes his eyes, he doesn't hear her screams in his nightmares.

“You don’t understand,” You cried, “She didn’t even beg for herself. Even as they cleaved her wings from her body, she only begged for my life. Begged for them to set me free. Even as they hacked her to pieces, she cried for me.”

“Y/N-”

“I’ll live with that knowledge forever,” You sob, “Do you have any idea what that’s like? To know that you failed your mother? That she died for nothing, because you are nothing?”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why? It’s true. I have nothing left to give,” You shrug, fighting back the tears, “There’s nothing left for me.”

He surges forward and grabs your shoulders, “Don’t say that. Don’t you even think about it. Never think about something like that. There is so much left for you in this life.”

“It doesn’t feel that way, Rhys,” You feel numb all of the sudden.

The void is back. And you’re once again a shell of yourself with no fight left to give. You sag against Rhys’ hold on you, wishing you could just crawl back into your bed and forget that this conversation ever happened.

You wish he would just leave already so you could just disappear within yourself again. You wished he would just leave you alone to waste away. It seemed to be the only thing you could think of doing these days.

He looks into your eyes and goes silent for a moment. You know the look he has, he’s speaking to someone, mind to mind. You feel anxiety well up within you, because you have no idea who he’s speaking with and what he’s telling them.

You can only hope that it’s Morrigan and nothing else. You can only hope that he’s trying to ascertain how serious you are about having nothing left. But then shadows ripple in the room, subtly at first, but enough that you realize it. And it’s not you calling to them

“You promised me,” You cry, hitting his chest, “You fucking promised.”

“I won’t let you wither away to nothing,” He says sternly, “Not when there’s someone who can stop it.”

The shadows take form. You rip yourself from Rhys’ grasp and try to run but you hardly make it out of the room before the man is then flesh. You know the second he’s here, because you can feel it in your very bones. Like a song in your blood. You try to keep moving but your body betrays you and stops. You think that maybe he won’t take notice of you. Maybe he’ll be too focused on Rhys. But then you hear footsteps. So hesitant, so light you hardly hear them.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, or maybe it’s his. You think you might drop dead here. Right in front of both of them, and then where would they be? Your hands are shaking, just like the rest of your body. But you keep your back towards him, too afraid to turn around.

A hand reaches for your shoulder. His touch is featherlight, but you can feel his scars through the thin material of your shirt. You knew it was him, long before he touched you. You could smell him better now though. Could feel that void in your chest slowly starting to fill.

As if his very presence was enough to bring you back to life.

Hesitantly, he speaks. Voice so silky and deep, just as you remembered it in your dreams. Only now it’s a dream made real, and he’s here. You’re alive and he’s alive and suddenly he’s gently spinning you around to face him.

There are tears in his eyes as he opens his mouth, “Y/N.”

It’s the only thing you hear as he studies your face. Your lip trembles as tears fall anew. You can feel the air filling your chest, nothing but the scent of him filing your nose. For the first time in years you want to smile, because he’s here. And more devastatingly beautiful than you remembered him being.

“Az,” you cry out softly.

He pulls you into his chest, holding you there tightly. For the first time in a couple of hundred years, you felt complete. You nuzzle into him, still crying, getting his leathers wet with your tears. You couldn’t bring yourself to care though, because it just felt right. You could feel it deep within your chest, the part of you that always seemed to connect you to him.

“You’re alive,” You can hear the disbelief in his voice, and the wonder too.

“You’re alive,” You cry, finally allowing the words to sink in.

He was alive, after all of these years. He was untouched during Amarantha’s rule. Valaris was untouched. Everyone that you loved was okay, and so were you. Somehow, for the male holding you and your brother, you would fight to be okay.

He pulls away from you and cups your face. You watch as he looks you over, carefully scanning your body. Any of the lingering bruises from Tamlin had faded away into nothing. There was nothing to prove that anything happened at all besides the two long scars on your back.

“Y/N,” He whispers again, “Oh my Y/N.”

Then he leaned in to kiss you and it was as if your whole world shifted to just him. He was the only thing that mattered. Just Azirel. Always only Azriel. Your Azriel. Your perfect, beautiful, scarred Azriel.

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seethesin · 6 months

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peace and quiet

pairing: Villanelle x Assassin!F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, edging (18+, mdni)

a/n: bet ya didn't see this coming 😏 truthfully, i've had this scenario on my mind for about a month now. i had to write this before i got through the rest of my drafts. im also a bottom!villanelle fan oops enjoy! gif credit.

The last way you wanted to spend your Friday evening was stuck in a Ford Fiesta with the world's most infuriating assassin, Villanelle. But here you both were, cramped and cranky as you wasted hours watching a man go through his nightly routine. Truthfully, you didn't know much about your target except his name, James Fitzgerald. His dossier was light and you suspected that further information wasn't yours to know.

As your handler would say: the less you knew, the better.

Silently, you watched as James moved from room to room in his home; starting in his bedroom, wandering into the kitchen, and finally, settling into the living room. Couldn't the Twelve have a vendetta against someone more interesting?

The blonde next to you must have thought the same thing. Immediately, she turned the radio on, flicking through the stations until she hummed in approval.

"Oh, I love Britney," she muses, beginning to sing along to the chorus of Womanizer as it pumps through the car's surround sound system.

You refrain from groaning.

"Villanelle, I need you to stop." Your voice is strained as your eyes are trained in front of you.

She's completely off-key but sings without a care in the world. Obviously, she's ignoring you and you exhale slowly, squeezing your eyes shut. Villanelle was good at what she did. Great even. But her hyperactive nature and flair for dramatics made you dread any time the two of you had to work together.

It wasn't just her obnoxious nature that made it so difficult for you to work with her. From the outlandish yet stylish outfits she donned to the way she held herself on and off the job, you thought she was stunning. But now, being in such close quarters only seemed to intensify those feelings. Your stomach did somersaults at each pesky thought, unable to get them out of your head quick enough. Entertaining those ideas was a distraction you couldn't afford.

Not in this line of work.

It's just one mission, you find yourself thinking, blinking your eyes open. I just need to get through one mission with her and then—

And then you will work with her again when the Twelve will it. You will still have these terribly ridiculous feelings that you will, once again, have to dissect like you are now. You grit your teeth and instead focus your boring gaze on James Fitzgerald's wrinkled forehead.

Wordlessly, you turn the radio knob towards you, muting the music so you can focus. Villanelle's contralto voice cuts through the silence like a blade and it takes her a few moments to realize what you've done.

"Hey! I was having fun!"

You roll your eyes, tapping your fingertips against the steering wheel.

"I wasn't."

Villanelle scoffs, feigning offense before leaning back. Aggressively, she adjusts her seat, allowing it to fully recline. She lays down, eyes glued to the car ceiling before crossing her arms over her chest petulantly.

You were ready to further accentuate her childishness as she muttered about how you were a 'party pooper,' but paused. James was getting up and walking towards his front door. He was letting someone inside, holy shit! This needed to be documented.

In the dark, you felt for your phone that was supposed to be on the console. Miscalculating, you reached over farther than necessary and instead grabbed—

Villanelle gasped, body arching forward.

Oh.

Your fingers gripped the flesh of her inner thigh, dangerously close to the hem of her shift dress. Blush immediately crawls over your cheeks and you become a stammering mess.

"Oh my god," you ramble, going to remove your hand. "I'm so sorry, Villanelle. I thought that—"

You don't get to finish your sentence. Her hand is over yours and she shoves your palm in between her legs. The wet cotton of her underwear greets your fingers and the heat it emits makes you flatline.

This wasn't real. None of this could be real.

"I know how you look at me."

The statement throws you off kilter and you gape like a fish. Were you that obvious? The idea makes you nauseous; how the hell did Villanelle know your feelings better than you could even comprehend them?

"Stop thinking," she husks and her confidence seems to spread to you like wildfire.

James Fitzgerald and his unannounced guest are long forgotten as you shift in your seat, turning to face Villanelle. Your finger pads inquisitively drag up the length of her clothed slit. Her breathing grows heavier the closer you stroke towards her clit. You can make out her teeth digging into her lower lip and the mischievous glint in her eyes as she stares back at you.

She’s begging you to keep her entertained.

Cautiously, you pull your hand away. The loss of contact squeezes a whimper from her throat, but it dies as she watches you slip two fingers between your lips. You suck slowly, refusing to break eye contact with her before releasing them with a soft pop. You don’t miss the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Are you going to behave?” Villanelle nods like a bobblehead, practically rutting her body closer to where your hand used to be.

You chuckle. “Good girl.”

Wet fingers glide up her bare leg, meeting at the junction just below her thigh and cunt. Gently, your fingers worm underneath the waistband of her underwear. Painfully slow, you tug them down so that they pool at her knees. They are soaked and the sound of the blonde’s panting is amplified in the enclosed quiet of the car.

"Oh baby," you taunt, watching as she presses her thighs together. You want to swallow her whole.

"Is this all for me?"

"Yes," she sighs out instantaneously, parting her legs as your hand connects back to her cunt.

Your middle finger delicately slides through Villanelle's folds, exploring her velvety flesh. Tracing circles around her labia, you finally brush just underneath her clit. She jerks forward, desperately chasing your touch.

"Villanelle." Her name is a warning on your tongue, tutting gently as you watch her squirm. Your middle finger is fixed in the same position and her fingers curl around your wrist.

"Be nice," she pleads and no matter what your plan was initially, you couldn't deny her further. You nod and gently, your middle finger sinks inside her.

Villanelle tenses momentarily, adjusting to the intrusion before relaxing. She squeezes your wrist, silently goading you to move. You comply, thrusting deeper inside of her.

Your finger moves leisurely at first, more so to savor the first-time feeling of her silky flesh enveloping you. Gradually, you pick up the pace. Her slick drools down the length of your finger and the obscene squelching makes you blush.

Thank god for the dark.

A stream of moans bubbles from Villanelle's throat as her fingernails dig into your wrist. Her other hand moves to her lips, her teeth sinking into the knuckle of her index finger to muffle herself. In response, your finger curls inside of her. She keens, her eyes rolling back as she shoves her hips forward.

"Don't do that," you chide, pumping against the spongy walls of her cunt. "I want everyone to hear how good I'm gonna fuck you."

Her gaze peeks through her lashes, blinking in surprise at the vulgarity of your statement. She's beautifully flushed and the image is seared into your mind. Your ring finger presses inside of her and she gasps, finally removing her hand from her mouth.

"Don't be mean," Villanelle mewls and you can't stop the smile tugging at your lips.

By now, the windows have fogged over in the car. The air between you has risen at least ten degrees higher and you match Villanelle's ragged panting, hyperfocused on every expression she makes. Her hair fans out like a golden halo, illuminating her furrowed brows and parted lips. You want to kiss her, but you instead settle for swiping your thumb across her clit.

Villanelle's chest heaves when you suddenly piston your fingers inside her. She sloppily pushes down to meet your thrusts while her head lolls back against the car seat. By the way her walls fluttered against your sheathed digits, you knew her orgasm was imminent.

James Fitzgerald's departure was also imminent.

Suddenly, the flash of headlights appears in your peripheral vision. A midsized sedan rushes past the front of your rental car. James is driving while his guest in question is in the passenger seat. Your eyes go wide; the memory of exactly why you and Villanelle were here to begin with hits you like a truck.

You withdraw your fingers from Villanelle's pussy and she cries out in both confusion and frustration. Scrambling, she pulls the seat back up so she can properly glower at you.

"What the fuck?" She yells, softening only slightly as she watches you suck your fingers clean before putting the car in drive.

"It's James," you start, pressing the defogger button near the bottom of the dashboard. "I'm gonna tail him."

"I was about to cum!"

You glance at Villanelle quickly as she complains, tossing a cocky smirk in her direction.

"I guess you'll just have to wait then."

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maddiesbookshelves · 8 months

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*Britney Spears voice* Oops, I did it again

English title is A Far Wilder Magic

I had been eyeing this book for MONTHS at the bookstore and I finally caved. Hope it's actually good but please don't tell me if it isn't or I'll never read it

#the list of things i want to read when i get back into it is ever growing #a far wilder magic #la chasseuse et l'alchimiste #allison saft #books #pretty books #the magpie tendencies strike again #booklr community

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fleouriarts · 9 months

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britney spears voice Oops i did it again

(link to the ref pic cus quad looks soooo cute in it)

#quadeca #hivemind tv #my art #fanart #finished #2023 #this one was a true 'i meant this to be a doodle whats the fuck happened' moment. i did the lineart then i got distracted for an hour #then i came back and decided to color it all like a madman until it was 3AM.#quadeca is a catboy btw idk if it reads well but hes like one of those fluffy norwegian forest cats #riley doesnt get a cat breed hes just a domestic shorthair. graydons an australian shepherd because i like them

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cjoatprehn · 30 days

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Happy Escapril! I hope everyone’s having a good day so far. I don’t celebrate April Fool’s Day—so…I’m dropping my first poem with @adventurerswritingguild’s first prompt from their list!

Here’s the song inspiration:

Specific POV:

Here’s the poem, “Your Heart is in Another Castle,” I hope you all enjoy the read.

Who is the “I” in this situation? It’s not me. I wrote this unsure of how to go about it, and then just typed and here it is.

Updating this post with the Spoken Word video I posted within 20 minutes to spare on YouTube! Visuals are unrelated to the poem, but I used my in-game screenshots and the poem graphic itself as still-moving visual for this one. Enjoy!

In terms of audio, there are two glass shattering sounds, laughter sounds, and a voice changer. I may just be overly cautious, so—have fun!

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#Spotify #escapril #poetry #change of state #oops i did it again #heartbreaker #Heartbeat #Castle #april 1st #Youtube #pokémon #pokémon violet #in-game #screenshots #spoken poetry #capcut #described

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e-dubbc11 · 2 years

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Next Song

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Warnings: One F-bomb (I think that’s it), yearning, a little angst, fluffy (maybe?)

Word Count: 2.8k-ish

Summary: One night while on patrol, on top of a random apartment building, Matt hears the most beautiful sound and it’s coming from one of the apartments below his perch, it’s your singing voice.

A/N: So this is for my lovely Mindi @mindidjarin it’s based on her Matt thought the 1 I did change it slightly, I didn’t make the reader Matt’s neighbor, I really hope that’s ok 🤞 I also made a playlist to go along with this. I’ll put it in at the end after the tag list. I know it’s been awhile since I wrote for Matt, so I’m a little rusty, I’ve missed it. One more thing…my tag list. Because of the lack of interaction lately especially with my most recent fics for Matt, I will tag the people I think will be the most interested in it. I just don’t wanna waste anyones time if you’re not really into it.

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The full moon illuminated the night sky, stars twinkled like tiny diamonds in the crisp fall air and even though he couldn’t see that the moon was full, he knew it was, he sensed it as he sat on his perch, atop your apartment building, waiting and listening for anyone that cried out for help.

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen had a feeling about tonight although he wasn’t quite sure what that feeling was yet, was it a good one? Was it a bad one? He still wasn’t sure. It wasn’t until he heard your feet lightly hit the floor and the music start to play that he felt his own heart skip a beat as you started to sing along with the music playing.

He tilted his head, trying to listen closely as to which apartment was yours. The Devil could hear the low melody of Van Morrison’s Crazy Love coming from your apartment, that voice sounded so familiar, he’s heard it before during another one of his nightly patrols, same song, same time of night. “She can’t sleep”, he thought to himself.

And then remembered hearing screams calling out into the darkness, interrupting the serenade you didn’t know you were performing for him, he had to leave you even though his heart hurt to do so. He didn’t want to but he had to, his city needed his help and he was the only one who could protect it.

Now he was back again, on the same rooftop where he heard the most beautiful voice that’s ever weaved its way through his ears, it was your voice, and he was hoping to hear you sing the whole song before he had to leave this time. The goosebumps danced across his skin as you sang…

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love. She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

Was it a coincidence that he listened to the same song when he couldn’t sleep? On the rare occasions The Devil took a night off and when he just couldn’t drown out the sounds of his city, he would play that same song over and over again until his eyelids grew heavy and felt himself drift off, still feeling guilty that he didn’t go out that night but his body needed rest. He was human after all.

He had dreams also, dreams about hearing your angelic voice, he wanted to listen to it every day. Did you sing only when you couldn’t sleep? Or did you sing all the time? He wanted to know, he needed to know.

The Devil found himself taking detours on his way home from his day job, walking past your apartment building to see if you were home, and depending on the song playing he could tell what kind of mood you were in.

If you were in a playful mood, it was always some sort of Pop music, mostly Britney or one of the boy bands. The way you would move around your apartment, he could tell you were dancing too.

Oops, I did it again. I played with your heart, got lost in the game Oh baby, baby, Oops, you think I'm in love That I'm sent from above I’m not that innocent

A sly smile spread across his face, his dimple on display for people to see as they walked past him on the sidewalk. He knew people were looking at him, wondering what the devilish grin was for but he didn’t care, listening to you made him smile.

A few times he would walk by in the morning, trying to find out what time you went to work and what time you came home from work. What time did you eat dinner? What time did you go to bed? And the question he really wanted answered…Were you seeing anyone?

It was early on his patrol one evening, he approached your rooftop, he finally solved the riddle as to which apartment was yours and your window was cracked open just a little. You were talking on the phone, your voice was sad, then angry, then sad again.

The Devil knew he shouldn’t be listening to a private conversation but he wanted to know who was making you upset. And then he heard it, he heard you say “What? So you love her? Is that what you’re telling me?! So not only did you cheat on me, you’re in love with the woman you cheated on me with! Fuck you!”

You were seeing someone, obviously not anymore. He heard you hang up on whoever you were talking to and burst into tears, he sat there for hours listening to you cry your heart out and he couldn’t do anything about it.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and tell you “It’s ok sweetheart. I’m here, I’ve got you.” But he couldn’t. He had saved his fair share of the people of Hell’s Kitchen from the evil that is out there on his streets but he couldn’t protect you from a broken heart.

He licked his lips and tilted his head, he heard you get up from the couch and turn your speaker on. What were you going to play this time? He didn’t recognize the song but it didn’t matter, even all cried out, your voice sounded beautiful to him.

Did you really think last night would last forever. Did you really think that guy hung the moon. Right now you hate yourself 'cause you knew better. But there's no use crying over spilled perfume

Your heart was broken, he could hear it, he felt your pain and after he moved onto the fire escape, he could taste the salt from your tears. The scent of lavender floated outside past him, your window was still ajar. It was probably your body wash or shampoo he was picking up, a light scent that wasn’t overpowering for him.

A cry from a few blocks away tore him away from you once again but before leaving, he whispered “It will be alright, angel. It will get better.” And he disappeared into the night.

The nights following that one were hard for The Devil, listening to you cry and sing sad songs, some he had never heard before like The One I Gave My Heart To, You Lost Me, Cry, Storm and Let Him Fly. He didn’t understand why he felt such anger towards the man that hurt you, to the man that broke your heart, he didn’t know him but how could someone hurt you like that?

He didn’t even know your name but the feelings he had for you were something he’s never experienced before. He heard people sing all the time, day and night, on patrol or just in passing on the street. So why was he being pulled so hard towards you? He still didn’t know.

1:30 AM, there it was again. Crazy Love. Another sleepless night for you, he caught himself humming along this time, thinking about maybe that could be your song that you could slow dance to together when neither one of you can sleep.

Or while you were cooking together listening to some old Motown like Bring It On Home to Me or Signed, Sealed, Delivered. He had daydreams of listening to you sing in the shower or cleaning the apartment. Those kinds of thoughts flooded his mind constantly and it was all based on what you sounded like, your happy voice, even your sad voice, and your singing voice. He couldn’t get enough.

The Devil never imagined he could find someone to share his life with, someone that could accept him, that would accept what he did. For some reason, he felt in his heart, that that person could be you.

He could tell you were feeling better about your break-up. The songs he heard you singing were upbeat. Songs like No Diggity, It Takes Two, California Love, and Hypnotize were turned up. You sounded adorable even singing along to rap songs.

One morning on his detour to work, walking past your apartment he heard you. Your window must have been open a little more than usual, either that or you were just singing I Wanna Dance With Somebody extra loud.

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves me. Oh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves me

This made him happy, the Devil stood outside against the lamp post listening to you belt out the lyrics, he could tell you were dancing and your heartbeat sounded healthy and happy. The song ended and the you shut your music off, he thought you must be leaving for work soon. He would come back and check on you again later.

The Devil left work later than usual that night. When he stepped outside, the cool autumn air hit his face and immediately jolted him awake and he couldn’t wait to hear what you were singing tonight.

As he got closer and closer to your apartment, he heard the sounds of Elvis playing and the aroma of chili cooking on the stove. The song that he heard you singing, he just couldn’t help but smirk.

You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are, devil in disguise

You fooled me with your kisses. You cheated and you schemed. Heaven knows how you lied to me. You're not the way you seemed

The Devil in Disguise…and, unknowingly, you were his angel. An angel in disguise that makes him feel better after a hard day, an angel that listens to the same song as he does when he can’t sleep. He also found himself listening to Crazy Love at other times of the day but it was your voice he heard, not anyone else’s. Did you have any idea how beautiful your voice was? There was a reason he found his way to your rooftop that first night and why that song? Out of an extremely large catalog of songs in the world, why did you both choose that one? The Devil would love to ask his angel that question someday.

On his walk into work one morning, the Devil didn’t hear any music coming from your apartment which was strange. It was 8 AM, he knew you didn’t leave for work until at least 8:30, so why wasn’t your music on? Why weren’t you singing? He heard your heartbeat though, you were close, very close. At a steady pace, you were walking down the stairs to come outside. Oh no…But it was too early.

His heart started to race, he started to feel extremely nervous, and found it difficult to catch his breath. You were coming closer and closer, he adjusted his red tinted glasses and gripped his cane, he waited patiently to determine which direction you were headed.

Facing the front of your building, the Devil felt you open the door, take two steps and turn to his left, your right. He caught the scent of your perfume, notes of Violet Leaf, Lemon, and Cardamom hovered in the air around him, while the base notes of Musk, Cashmere Wood, and White Cedar Extract gave him the impression you enjoyed wearing cologne rather than perfume. The scent was intoxicating, sunny and cool like an early autumn morning, just like it is right now.

He followed closely behind you, one block, then two when the aroma of coffee caught his attention. The Devil stood behind you in line, listening to your heart rate beating a little faster from the walk and being in close proximity to others, luckily it wasn’t busy so it wasn’t too overwhelming for him. He listened as you ordered your coffee…”Coffee flavored coffee, light cream and one sugar, please.”

Even the way you ordered coffee was beautiful, your voice was so soothing and tender, he could tell you were smiling while placing your order, and he waited for the barista to ask for your name, time seemed to stand still for him waiting to hear it. The voice inside his head kept repeating over and over again, ask for her name, ask her. I need to know my angel’s name. The barista finally asked you…”Name please.” Here it comes…

“Oh it’s y/n.” You answered and you stepped off to the side.

The Devil finally had a name to go along with your beautiful voice, and he was so distracted by your name that he didn’t notice at first the barista asking him for his order. He gave his order and stepped aside, next to you, he noticed you were humming, his suit jacket brushing against your leather jacket. He felt your heart jump, maybe he startled you, and you went back to humming. Finally, he recognized the song.

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey. You're as sweet as strawberry wine. You're as warm as a glass of brandy. And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time

He was resting his hands on the counter when they called out your name. Taking your coffee, he could have sworn you paused for a moment to look at him and smile. You didn’t know he could sense you were doing that, he knew you took a sip before walking out, before he had the chance to say anything to you, you were gone.

The woman behind the counter, calling out names said “Oh no, she forgot her wallet.”

The Devil somehow knew she was talking about you, she gave him his coffee and he said he’d return the wallet before you got too far away. He stepped out of the coffee shop, shut out everything around him except for your heart beat, you were at the corner and still humming Tennessee Whiskey.

He picked up his pace a little, and before he knew it, you were directly in front of him. The Devil took a deep breath before calling out your name.

“Excuse me, y/n? You forgot your wallet at the coffee shop.” And he held out your wallet for you to take. You grazed his fingers as you took it from his hands, your skin was soft and warm even on this chilly morning.

“Oh my goodness, thank you so much!” You exclaimed. “I didn’t sleep very well last night so my mind is somewhere else.”

He already knew that.

Confused, you asked “How…how did you know my name? And how…how did you know where I was if…if you can’t see me?”

With a devilish grin, he flashed his dimple at you and chuckled “They called out your name for your coffee order. And because you were humming the same song waiting for your drink.”

He could tell you were slightly embarrassed but you laughed it off. “Right…sleep deprivation is real.”

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen just kept smiling, he was very much in love with you even though you had no idea who he was but oh he loved you. He loved your music, he loved to listen to you speak, even listening to you cry, it broke his own heart but he’s never heard anyone “cry pretty” before, like the song you played one night said…

You can pretty lie. And say it's okay. You can pretty smile. And just walk away. Pretty much fake your way through anything. But, you can't cry pretty

But to him, you did exactly that…”Cry Pretty”

He could tell you were staring at him, from his shoes, to his suit, then to the cane and to the glasses and your heart was racing. He could tell that you liked him.

It didn’t matter what you were talking about, you could be reading signs on the sides of buses for all he knew and it would still sound melodic, lovely, and calming.

You spoke again.

“Thank you again for returning this. Is there any way I can repay you Mister…?

He was finally going to tell you his name. “Murdock…My name is Matt Murdock.”

He could tell you were smiling again, you bit down on your bottom lip before replying. “Well it’s nice to meet you Matt Murdock. I’m y/f/n y/l/n, I guess we’ve been properly introduced now.”

His licked his bottom lip and tried to keep from fidgeting. “I guess we have, y/n. I guess we have. If you’d like to get a drink after work, I’m free.” He panicked a little, what if you said no?

“I’d love to.” You replied.

The Devil smiled again. “Great, because I really like the sound of your voice.” He could tell you were blushing and maybe he was too.

The Devil hoped he would be able to listen to his Angel sing many more times during the course of his life, for the rest of his life and he couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of having a life with you.

He prayed that you would never stop singing even after he was gone because he had to go before you, he just had to. He just couldn’t bear the thought of living in a world where he would never hear your beautiful voice again. He hoped that he would never have to.

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sakebytheriver · 2 years

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Britney Spears voice, "oops I did it again"

More Huntlow fanfiction, this time featuring jealous Hunter and teenage shenanigans at Walmart

Mrs. Noceda had taken them all out to this giant building she called Walmart, which she insisted was only one store, but to the four Boiling Isles natives seemed more like five stores in one. She thought it would be a good chance for them to buy some clothes they actually wanted to wear while also stocking up on cheap groceries and supplies seeing as she now had five mouths to feed she wasn't expecting.

Luz on the otherhand seemed to be treating the simple shopping trip like an educational field trip, showing the group around the store as if they were in a museum, eventually she was just left with Gus hanging on her every word even taking notes to bring back to the Human Appreciation Society and Hunter absently trailing behind the two of them. Both Willow and Amity had broken off into nearby sections when things had caught their eye while Vee and Mrs. Noceda were grabbing groceries on the other side of the store.

Hunter was zoning out as Luz explained exactly what the thin boxes holding shiny disks were for when he heard Willow giggling a couple of aisles away in front of the flower display. He turned towards the sound to see her talking to a human boy. Hunter couldn't help but feel himself tense up at the sight. He was trained to read people's body language in order to gauge their intentions in split-second glances, and this human boy's body language told Hunter everything he needed to know about his intentions towards Willow.

He was quite a bit taller than both her and Hunter, he had his arm up on the flower display shelves leaning over her casually with a smirk on his face and a look in his eye that made Hunter inexplicably want to get Willow as far away from him as possible. Hunter watched as the boy picked up a single red rose and held it out to Willow. He could see the blush slightly dusting her cheeks, and the smile she gave the human made Hunter's stomach flip in the complete opposite way it does when she's smiling at him.

"Hey, Luz," he spoke without taking his eyes off of Willow and the human. "You don't know that guy, do you?"

"Huh? Who?" Luz turned around startled out of her long-winded explanation of something called an MP3 player to look where Hunter directed her. "Oh wow, that's Ben Slater."

"Oooh, he's kinda hot." Gus chimed in smirking as he watched his one comment make Hunter's entire face sour.

"He's like mega hot. He's only a junior, but he's captain of the swim team, and he won prom king as a freshman. They don't even let freshmen go to prom they gave him the crown the next day in school."

"And he's totally hitting on Willow." Gus added, knowing just how much it would bother Hunter to hear.

"And he's totally hitting on Willow." Luz repeated, catching onto Gus's teasing.

"I mean, this feels like a milestone, right? The first human to hit on Willow, if I had my scroll, I'd take pictures." Gus said, smirking at Hunter's sour expression, one he seemed incapable of moving away from Willow and her new human "friend".

"Oh, good idea, Gus." Luz said, taking out her phone immediately snapping a few pics of Willow and Ben.

"You don't think she's actually- I mean Willow wouldn't..." Hunter trailed off, knowing he wouldn't be able to say what he was thinking without immediate teasing from both Luz and Gus.

Luz and Gus made eye contact sharing a secret knowing look before they both turned their attention back to Hunter.

"Why Hunter, is there a reason you don't want Willow to be seduced by Ben Slater?" Luz said, sliding up to Hunter's side.

"Yeah, you wouldn't happen to be jealous, would you?" Gus said, sliding up against his other side.

"Wha- no. That's not- I wasn't- I mean-" Hunter spluttered his face growing red as his blush took over. For the first time since he noticed the human talking to Willow, he looked at Luz and Gus to see the smug expressions on their faces as they both worked hard to contain their laughter. "Oh, shut up." He crossed his arms and pouted, causing the other two to lose control of their laughter and fall apart.

Gus and Luz lost themselves, both doubling over clutching their sides and closing their eyes. Hunter rolled his eyes and walked away from them face on fire. He walked over to where Amity was absentmindedly sifting through piles of cheap jewelry. If anyone asked him, he would say he went to talk to her even though he knew he walked her way to be closer to where Willow was still talking to the human.

"Blight." He said as he approached her.

Amity looked up quickly just to acknowledge his presence before her eyes got caught on Luz and Gus laughing behind him. "What's up with those two?"

Hunter glanced over his shoulder at the pair, still laughing at him. "Ugh, nothing. Just that human who's apparently hitting on Willow." He gestured to where the two stood in front of the flower display.

Amity turned to look at them.

"Huh," She shrugged before turning back to the jewelry.

"That's it? Just 'huh'?" Hunter looked at her baffled.

"Well, I mean, I guess a lot has changed since Willow and I were really close, but from what I remember, he doesn't really seem like her type." Amity said casually unaware, just the effect her words had on Hunter.

"Oh," He turned back to look at the pair by the flower display with that new information in mind, and he couldn't help the little smile it caused him to have. "So, just out of curiosity, you wouldn't happen to know what her type might actually be, would you?" Hunter tried desparately to sound as casual as he could and knowing he failed completely.

Amity looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, unimpressed as he refused to meet her eyes, knowing his face was the color of a tomato.

"Can we pretend that didn't sound as obvious as it did?" He said, still unwilling to meet her eyes.

Amity snorted, shaking her head with a fond smile. "Well, it's been a while since I would be the authority on that. I mean, she never ruled anyone out because of their gender before, if that's what you're looking for."

Hunter nodded, absently just taking in the new information.

"So, you like Willow then?" Amity asked casually.

"I mean, it's kinda hard not to." Hunter replied, his eyes seemingly stuck watching the plant witch from afar. "She's just so... Good and strong and sweet and pretty and-" he coughed finally looking away from Willow and down at the ground cheeks aflame. "Yeah, I like Willow."

Amity chuckled, "I can't say I blame you. You know she's too good for you, right? I mean, she's too good for anyone."

"Yeah, I know." Hunter said earnestly.

"Wow, ok. Well, I was mostly joking. Guess we gotta work on your self-esteem, huh," she nudged him with her arm. "But I get the feeling. You and I are honestly a lot more alike than I would personally like to think about right now and if I'm being honest Luz and Willow are a lot more alike than I personally would like to think about either. I mean, you and I have done some pretty unforgivable things, both to them and to other people, but the two of them, they forgave us. That's the amazing thing about Luz and Willow, they don't really care about the people we were, just the people we're trying to be." Amity smiled up at Hunter and he returned the gesture with a smile of his own.

"Yeah, so how long are you in town for? We should totally hang out." Ben Slater's voice dragged the two witches out of their moment and back to the issue at hand.

"Ugh," Amity rolled her eyes and fake gagged, "Here, go interrupt them and give this to her." Amity held out a small keychain with a plastic figure of a bee dangling from it, "I was going to give it to her later, but I can't listen to her fake giggle at this guy one more time, besides I think she'd like it better if it came from you anyways."

Hunter looked down at the little keychain before taking it from her hand, "Thank- wait, fake giggle?" He looked up at her with a manic hopefulness oozing off of him.

"Duh," Amity rolled her eyes. "You learn pretty quickly which giggles Willow Park actually means and which ones she's doing just to be polite."

Hunter looked over at Willow smiling up at Ben and started to notice some subtle details he hadn't picked up before, like how tense her shoulders were and how tight lipped her smile was and how her feet had started to fidget a little bit as though she wanted to get out of the conversation. As he was taking in these new details, the rest of Amity's sentence caught up to him.

"Hold on, why would she want me to give this to her instead of you?" He turned back to the purple haired witch confusion written all over his face, and Amity couldn't help herself she just giggled at him.

"Jeez, I hope I wasn't this bad before Luz and I got together, but honestly, I was probably worse." She laughed a little at herself. "Let's just say I might not know what Willow's type is these days, but you definitely fit what her type was back when I did know."

"Oh." He said absently before realizing exactly what Amity had just said, once it clicked, his eyes snapped back up to her once again, looking at him with a raised brow and a smirk, "Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'." She rolled her eyes at him fondly before pushing him towards Willow. "Now go, rescue my friend from that very boring man."

Hunter let himself be pushed by Amity and made his way over to where Willow and Ben were standing. He stopped right behind Willow and tapped her on the shoulder. As she turned around, her face lit up at the sight of him with a smile that made his insides feel like they were being boiled.

"Hunter! Hey, what's up?" As she spoke to him Hunter couldn't help but pick up on how much brighter and happier she sounded in just one sentence to him than she had the entire time she'd been talking to Ben. He tried not to let himself dwell on it too much, but he'd be lying if he said he succeeded.

"Hey, I don't mean to interrupt you guys," he looked up from her perfect smiling face to Ben standing behind her. If human's were capable of doing magic Hunter knew Ben would have cursed him on the spot just from the look in the other boy's eye. He felt a little bad for how happy Ben's obvious anger made him feel, but then he looked back down at Willow, smiling up at him and realized he couldn't care any less about Ben. "Amity found this and she thought you might like to have it." He held out the little bee key chain for Willow to take.

She gasped at the sight of it quickly, taking it in her own hands, "Oh, Clover." She whispered to herself. She smiled softly at the keychain even as her she felt her eyes get a little misty before looking back up at Hunter. "Thank you, Hunter. I don't know what to say, it's just so cute, I think I'll keep it forever." She grinned at him and in an instant any cool demeanor he may have had disappeared.

His face lit up with a bright red blush, he coughed awkwardly as his hand involuntarily moved to rub the back of his neck, "Yeah, well, you know... Amity just thought and I mean, I agreed, but uh- what I mean is um... you're welcome." He cringed at his own awkwardness as she just smiled at him in that way he feels like he's not allowed to see.

"Excuse me?" Ben's voice startled the two witches back to the present moment.

In an instant Willow's smile disappeared replaced with a surprised and embarassed expression as she turned back around to face the human boy. As she turned away from him, Hunter wanted nothing more than to banish Ben to the other side of the planet, something he was able to do when he was still the Golden Guard. Of course, now he just had to settle for trying to glare a hole through the side of his perfect face.

"So sorry, Ben. This is Hunter, he's one of my friends from home I was telling you about." Willow said as diplomatically as she possibly could.

"Right, yeah whatever. So can I get your number or what?" Ben asked, putting on what he clearly thought to be his most charming smile. All it did was make Hunter's urge to punch him in the face even stronger.

Willow looked up at the human confused, "My number? Are humans assigned a number?" She asked earnestly.

"Uh..." Ben's charming smile disappeared replaced instead by pure confusion.

Willow turned around looking for something in the distance, her face perked up when she seemingly found it, "Luz!" She waved to get the human girl's attention continuing when she knew she had it. "You never gave me a number."

She said as Luz and Gus approached the oddball trio.

"A number?" Luz asked, confused before she glanced over at Ben to see his equally confused expression. "Oh, wait! Dude, are you asking for her phone number?"

"Um... yeah." Ben said, his eyes flicking between the group of four in front of him in confusion.

"Sorry, man, she doesn't have a phone." Luz shrugged, not even attempting to look apologetic.

"She doesn't have a phone?" He asked incredulously, and Luz just shook her head. "Yeah, right, okay." He rolled his eyes before looking back at Willow. "You know, if blondie's your boyfriend, you could have just said that instead of wasting my time." He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked away before any of the young witches could respond.

Willow watched him walk away her cheeks burning, unwilling to turn around and face Hunter, knowing that her feelings would be written all over her face, but not knowing Hunter was in the exact same boat.

"Well, he seemed nice." Gus was the one to finally break the silence. Luz was the only one to laugh.

"Come on, Gus, I wanna show you something called surround sound." Luz took Gus's arm and left the other two witches alone.

Willow slowly turned around to face Hunter, with a sheepish smile and a soft blush over the bridge of her nose.

"So that was... something." She let out a chuckle that felt more awkward than natural. Hunter replicated it somehow even more awkward.

"Yeah, I mean, me? Your boyfriend? That's- that's crazy...'s not quite the right word for it, but um I mean. That guy was a jerk and you deserve better. Not that I think that I would be bet-! I just um-" Hunter cringed at himself, knowing his entire face must be brighter than the red lights above the roads outside. "I think I'm going to walk away now before I say anything else, so yeah." He said quickly before turning on his heel absolutely prepared to run the opposite direction, but before he could, he felt Willow's hand on his arm stopping him.

She didn't turn him back around, instead she just stood up on her tiptoes and placed a soft peck on his cheek from behind before she walked away in the opposite direction towards Mrs. Noceda and Vee.

Hunter turned around to stare at her back, absolutely dumbfounded and rooted to the spot she left him in. Slowly, his hand came up to cup his cheek where she'd kissed him.

He was almost blown over by Luz and Gus, running past him to jump on Willow and scream excitedly at her for kissing his cheek. As the two friends yelled and jumped around her excitedly, Willow glanced over her shoulder at him, and he got to see possibly his favorite Willow smile to date.

"Nice job. Maybe there's hope for you yet." Amity said, coming to a stop right next to him.

He glanced at her for a split second before looking back at Willow, who was now completely entranced by Luz and Gus teasing her. He couldn't help the way, looking at her made him smile. "Yeah, maybe."

#ignore me #huntlow #fanfiction #i cant stop #wont stop #the owl house #toh #willow park #hunter toh

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eminsunnytoons123 · 28 days

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Musical muppets april Day 3

For the musical muppets april Day 3, I imagined miss piggy singing "oops!... I did iz again" by my one of my favorite Singers, Britney Spears =^_^=

Heck, I can just imagine miss piggy being in the music video And singing the song in her iconic voice =^///^=

#the muppets #musical muppets april #miss piggy #emi rambles

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trenchcoat-gecko · 10 months

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*britney spears voice* oops. i did it again

#hello gays

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hcrexcellency · 8 months

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☼☾ ( camila mendes , 31 , she/her , cis woman , lukin 4 ) - have you seen NATASIA LUKIN? we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re CONFIDENT but also MALICIOUS. when you think of them , you think of A WEEPING MARBLE STATUE, SINGED ROSES, A TOWERING CATHEDRAL AT NIGHT.

Alexa play oops I did it again by britney spears

BASICS:

NAME: Natasia Lukin TITLE: Lady of Russia AGE: 31 BIRTHDAY: May 31st (Gemini) SEXUALITY: Bisexual MARITAL STATUS: Betrothed to Klaus Vasa POSITIVE TRAITS: Confident, assured, elegant, ambitious NEGATIVE TRAITS: Manipulative, malicious, selfish, immoral. HOBBIES: Swimming, singing, picking and arranging flowers, reading books about mythical monsters, m*rder FAMILY: Isaak Lukin (brother), Sasha Lukin (brother)

THE STORY: (tw; murder, fire, poisoning, attempted murder, miscarriage, stabbings)

Natasia has always been a beautiful child. It was often said she was gifted to the Lukin family when she found on their doorstep, or at least that's what her hired hands always told her to keep her happy. Even as a little girl, she had the voice of an angel. She was captivating to watch, even as she grew up. She never had an awkward phase, never had a hair out of place, never said a word out of turn. She was the perfect, sweet, adoring Lady of Russia. But drawing inside the lines for so long had her curious about what other people's lives were like. When Natasia turned 25, she was married to a Duke. He was handsome enough of face, but humble in spirit. They lived in a small chateau, on his land, and hosted a number of staff members and had command over a small town just a few minutes carriage ride from their home. Whenever she'd walk into town, people would bow to her. They'd call her 'your grace' and throw themselves at her feet. The first time she sent someone to their death was the moment she changed forever. She'd never experienced anything quite like that, being the daughter of a duke. It fueled her, made her hungry to see more people at her mercy. After all, she was perfect, so why wouldn't she deserve it? Unfortunately, her husband did not take well to her ambitions. Though they had grown to adore one another, watching Natasia shift into this monster was something he could not stand for. They fought, they argued, they attempted to murder one another multiple times via poisons, stabbings, plotting to overthrow each other, yet still they could not shake this soft spot they had for one another that sparked at the beginning of their marriage. They even tried to conceive a child to maintain their peace, but after miscarrying her baby, she knew there was no hope left within her for the girl he loved. Only after a short one year of marriage, the news quickly spread that the duke and duchess's house had caught aflame, burning everything in it to the ground, including the duke, himself. Servants had the gall to whisper that it was all Natasia's doing, that it was her fault their master was dead. She made quick work of their insubordination for these accusations, though there are still those who speculate. Is it true? Even if it was... no one could prove it, because it wasn't done directly by her hands... Still, she grieved. Natasia returned to Russia with her family and remained there whilst these rumors simmered and she was able to shake her portrait as the grieving former duchess. A far-greater betrothal is just what she needs to break free from the claims that she was a murderer, a gold digger, a siren beckoning the duke to his demise.

WC’S

CONFIDANT. This is the person who murdered her husband and set fire to the house. They are her personal advisor, friends since they were young, and they are extremely loyal to her. When they saw that her husband could no longer handle her ambition and there was no hope left for them, they helped her get rid of him.

A LOVER, SCORNED. You honestly can't expect Natasia to go 5 years since her husband's death without companionship, except now that she's betrothed to Klaus, she has cut it off. There are probably multiples of these too. These are basically her exes. Trust me, y'all dodged a BULLET with this one.

THE CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART. They were so infatuated with each other under the innocence of youth that they could not stay away from one another, despite their difference in rank. Her marriage to the duke was the wake up call that she needed, she could never love a prince, especially not a Romanov. Now that her marriage is terminated and her betrothal beginning, she is bound to be put face-to-face with the only happiness she ever felt in love. Dmitri Romanov.

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