#Krysta Now
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A little life update, just scroll past if you don’t want to read me ranting about myself 😶🌫️
Winter has started where I currently am and while it was very pleasing to the eyes, not to the feeling because I am down with the flu for days now and it hurts, it affects both my work and studies so bad I want to hit my head into the wall just to make the headaches disappear 🫠 hit your head real hard girl and not only the pains will disappear
I am always awakened by my sorethroat that felt like I swallowed shards of broken glass and even just speaking hurts, when I lay down I can feel my sweat dripping from my nape and my back eventhough it’s really cold.
I can’t even focus on getting better or resting because I have a final assignment that is due on the next days, I can’t even think or understand anything I read or write about it like damn I want to cry 😭
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Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (XI): Haunted.
Imagine you are transported to the past… instants before the legendary battle between Aemond and his uncle Daemon Targaryen occurs. What will you do? Part II.
Warnings 1: smut, DRAMA, angst. But fluff endings of course.
Warnings 2: loosely based on “Outlander”.
Warnings 3: long post.
***
You and I walk a fragile line. I have known it all this time but I never thought I'd live to see it break. It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now…
You open your eyes and all you see is a different scenario. There are strange sounds in your surrounding, a mix of voices you cannot identify yet.
Nevertheless you take your time, pain reclaiming your body as you struggle to reclaim your conscience.
“Y/N! Oh my God, it’s really you! You have returned to us!”
You say nothing in turn, barely blinking. Just as you try to rise, you nearly drop again. Not because of the hurting in your lungs and ribs, but mainly due to the memories of happy days.
“She’s very disoriented”, perhaps it’s your friend saying, but you don’t recall it now, giving no importance as of yet to her.
“Can you actually blame her? She has been tossed in God knows what time and place in the past and here she is. One wonders what she went through.”
You remember his smile, the warmth of his body, and then… you recollect of your fall, of how you planned to tell him that you are pregnant. Now looking for signs that you may have miscarried, you somehow sense that you have not.
A brief relief that is, however, incapable of easing the pain you are now in.
“Margaery”, you say when recognizing the first voice. “Lyna.”
The two younger females, surrounded by two older women, breathe in relief and throw themselves around you. You cannot help but weep too, even though this meeting tastes bittersweet.
Keeping the heartbreaking ache for yourself, you try to concentrate in the present, paying no attention in the look of concern the elderly ladies give you.
But takes two minutes before you pull away from the embrace to throw up. Under the quizzical look of your friends, you dissimulate, saying:
“Time traveling does this to sensitive people.”
“Well, what do I know of the side effects of such a thing?”, says Margaery, pleased to make you smile.
“How long was I off?”, you ask as you finally stand and, to your surprise, there are but only your two closest friends and two old ladies.
“No more than a couple of days”, says Lina. “We told your aunt that you went traveling with that research group you were part of.”
“How convenient”, you say, appreciating their efforts. “But how did you…”
“She went after us”, says the elderly lady, who introduces herself as the Priestess of R’Hllor, an old and ancient faith of Westeros named Krysta. “Although there would little need to do so for we were informed of the awakening of the spell by the Lord of The Light.”
Her companion adds:
“The past is dark and full of terrors.”
���Full of terrors, indeed”, you remark without second thoughts. “But full of delights as well.”
At the memory of your beloved, his smile, his touch, his fierceness… your burst into tears.
***
It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now. And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake…
The rage Lord Aemond experiences is inexpressible. The one-eyed prince still rewinds in the back of his mind your fall, the fear and desperation in your gaze, how you cried out his name before disappearing out of his sight. What makes his good eye tear up is the memory of happiness in instances switched to the one of despair and desolation.
He lost you.
Because of his uncle, who, it seems, planned this vengeance for a long while.
The battle follows, despite your voice calling his name still howling in the back of his mind. His conscience subtly accuses him of letting you be taken away, in resulting in his early and unexpected widowhood.
Hatred thunders in his chest and Aemond screams against the storm. Vhagar’s follows, echoing her rider’s angst.
“Ah, nephew! One loss for another loss, is it not how it’s said? Or perhaps one eye for an eye? Which suits better?”, he can hear Daemon’s provocation through the electric curtain of air. “Lucerys shall be avenged! Likewise every family member your bloody house caused it!”
He doesn’t answer, instead pulling the reins of Vhagar, who now spit fire over Caraxes. But, faster in size and age, the red dragon flies away before diving to bite Vhagar once more.
“DRACARYS!”
Whoever cries out the order, matters not. Fire against fire results in blood. When a kin fights the other, they fall in disgrace before the Gods.
Dragons dance in a mortal beat. No good is found within the Prince’s heart. Both enemies are moved by vengeance, haunted by past mistakes, by wrong choices.
Can the situation be averted, though? The battle follows unpredictably, whirling violently around both princes.
But if Aemond cannot live with you, he will die dragging his beloved uncle down to the Seven Hells with him.
***
Carrying on like nothing has happened proves to be a really difficult task. The priestesses asked you many questions about the past and your interference in such events.
“If, however, R’Hollor wanted to send you there, a reason there is. Unknown is the purpose before our eyes, not least should it be questioned, though”, so you were told.
Your friends were eager to know about your adventures and you could only tell so far how it was to live amidst the royalty in the worst civil war Westeros went through.
However, the current days look terribly wrong to you. Everywhere you are reminded of him, your prince, the very one you’ve always disliked due to your historical studies at college and at school.
Here you are, driving to a lake house, accompanied by Margaery, who is, by all efforts, the one you’ve been the closest to… and who didn’t give you up during the moments you’ve been at your worse.
About a month has passed every since you fell back to your own days.
“By the melancholy you’ve been plagued to, I dare say this is more than living amidst the luxury and richness so characteristic of the nobility”, she says after a while.
From King’s Landing to the said lake house takes about three hours driving. But it’s been one since you both drove in silence.
“How obvious is that?”, you side smirk at Margaery, who smiles knowingly back.
“I just know you well, is all.”
Margaery waits. She gives you time, respecting your spiritual state at the moment, for which you are thankful for.
“You wouldn’t believe me…”
“My dear, I watched you disappear like wind blows away dust. You should by now I am not skeptical. Not anymore.”
Your fingers top at the driving wheel before you sigh. And then Margaery is told about the infamous rogue prince, Lord Aemond Targaryen.
***
Come on, come on, don't leave me like this. I thought I had you figured out. Something's gone terribly wrong. You're all I wanted…
Dragons dance still. Melody is painfully mixed to that sound of thunders. Eventually, however, one of the pair must fall. And all indicates that Lord Aemond is not getting his revenge this evening, which only fuels his anger.
Then a solution occurs him.
A mad one, perhaps, but his pride doesn’t wish to admit it. Like Vhagar, Aemond doesn’t leave a battle unless he’s the victor of it.
But now he’s losing, all he can think of is you. Haunted by memories that, until not so long ago, were the merriest he’s ever experienced, the silver haired male feels abandoned by all, a pawn of Gods to their disgraced game where he’s but a misfortuned man.
Aren’t we all?
A thought that occurs him when thinking of his mad sister and insane brother. His family, it appears, payed a high price for the crown. Now it costs all they have. And when remembering the hints you gave him…
Every hope dies. Agonizing, Lord Aemond regains his strength, but Daemon Targaryen outwits him. Therefore, the kinslayer is defeated.
***
Come on, come on, don't leave me like this. I thought I had you figured out. Can't breathe whenever you're gone. Can't turn back now, I'm haunted…
You stop driving in the road when an idea comes at you, that kind that doesn’t leave you rest easy unless you put it in practice.
“So you are telling me you are pregnant of a dead man?”, Margaery breaks the impulsivity that starts to rise in you when speaking after a long while in silence.
You laugh quietly.
“When you put things like that…”
“Well, this is a perspective one cannot unreason with”, she shrugs her shoulders, smiling at it. “But what then? This is a Targaryen child you are carrying in your belly. Do you consider the consequences of it?”
When seeing how pale you are, Margaery realizes that no, you haven’t considered that you are a carrying a pretender to the throne.
“No one needs to know, though”, she says. “The Queen has her heirs as you know.”
You turn at her, suddenly interested.
“I thought she was infertile? Has anything dramatically changed since I was tossed away?”
“No”, says Margaery. “I mean… Her nephew, son of the late prince Rhaegaer, is her husband. They are happily married, so it’s been said.”
You tilt your head, bearing a strange feeling.
“What prince Rhaegar’s son? His illegitimate son, a product of his liaison with Lady Lyanna of House Stark…?”
“Do you mean Jon Snow? Yes, he attends by Jaehaerys II now. He has a strong seed, so it’s been said, having given her some offspring.” And here she smirks in a gossiping manner.
“Ah”, you sigh in relief. “I thought something had been altered.”
But then you look miserable all the same because you know this means Aemond is dead. However… could have it been any different? It’s when you suddenly turn the wheel.
“Uh, my dear. What the hell do you think you are doing?”
You don’t tell her that you think you see him at times. That sometimes you have a glimpse of his face, an ethereal look of despair behind his one good eye as if he silently asks for help.
“Fuck it all”, you say. “I’m going back.”
“Going back where?”
“I cannot be haunted anymore”, you tell her and Margaery sees a mix of perseverance and stubbornness. “I will bring him here. I will bring him back.”
She shoots you a careful look.
“I admit I cannot fathom why on earth you’d do this to yourself, aware that modifying pieces of the past can alter the future. This is too dangerous. Think about your unborn child!”
This has the effect your friend desires, but you are still driving back on the road.
“I cannot give up on him, Margaery. I do not expect you to understand, but I know in my heart he’d not give up on me either.”
And we all know there is no remedy to stubbornness…
***
This is a race against the time. You come to figure it out that, funny as it may be, time works differently in past and present, mostly because Earth’s time works differently. Therefore, months you spent there by Aemond’s side meant you spent no more than a week or two disappeared.
Some part of you admonishes you for being reckless. You cannot simply take in consideration your desires, but the child whose life you must protect. The inheritance of Aemond’s love that will eventually grow and probably forced to live in secrecy, hiding away his legacy—even though with Aegon IV’s renowned productions of tons of illegitimate lines, nearly 90% of King Landing’s population bears some Targaryen blood.
But you want to save him. Like he saved you. Perhaps this is madness, but going back in time was an impossibility never before credited.
“I must try”, you tell her, or perhaps to convince yourself. “I just… must try.”
Margaery doesn’t say a word, rather instead supporting you, which you deeply appreciate.
“I’ll be here for you, regardless of your choices”, she says gently.
“I appreciate it”, you shoot her a thankful glance. “Truthfully I do.”
***
Oh, holding my breath. Won't see you again. Something keeps me holding on to nothing…
It’s cloudy and cold. Although it’s hardly compared to Winterfell’s winter or even that last winter whose scars are still there within you, it’s not warm nevertheless.
Wind howls as if it’s disdaining your attempts in doing what is out of your control. Your curls are a mess as you climb the hill with Margaery behind you, telling you to be careful.
As you turn at her, you realize that this is not only about you.
“Marg”, you stop half the way to put her in a hug. “I’m sorry for involving you in this. I’m sorry for not being the one person I was before.”
“You don’t have to apologize for being who you are. We are all survivors, haunted by the past in many ways. Fighting for love is not something most are willing to do this day”, she tells you. “You know I’m here for you, no matter what. I’m just protective over you.”
“I know. So am I to you, I hope you know that.”
When a bond like this is formed, no bad weather, no conjecture can break. Such friendship is rare to see, but existing nevertheless. Both you and Margaery know that.
And now you part, leaving her to wait, prompted to go back to prayers for your safety. However, as you stand high at the Aegon’s Hill, between the stones, the spell doesn’t work.
“No”, you mumble, trying not to be surrendered by despair at the first try. “No, no. Come on!”
You try to recollect mystic words you believe you’ve heard, but to no avail. You cling onto a stone nearby, eyes closing, however, it doesn’t work either.
Wind howls louder, as if it laughs, and yet it appears you spot ethereal creatures not too far.
You try to hold onto this hope, but maybe this is a trick of nature. No matter what you do, you remain where you are.
“Aemond…”
Your eyes are blurred by tears.
I know. I know. I just know. You're not gone, you can't be gone, no…
You don’t realize you are sobbing until your knees go weak and they collide against the grass. Rain thus starts to pour and your reason cannot conceive the obvious.
Aemond is gone. Past is unreached. You are where you should be… and had it not been for your unborn child, you’d believe all had nothing but a dream.
“Y/N!”, Margaery cries out your name. “Come on! Rain is about to fall!”
You know the wind is too strong for her to face it. Therefore you recollect your dignity and stand.
“I’ll be on my way”, you yell back.
But your voice dies as rain finally drops. It falls violently over you and with the wind, it is as if you’ve been trapped in a storm.
“Oh”, you are now scared when struggling to go back. “What have I done?”
The more you walk, the more difficult it is to leave the circle of stones. To some believers, they’d tell you that you are being punished by the Gods for meddling where you should not be.
However, what if they are playing with you? The Targaryens answer to no men nor gods, but you are no Targaryen. You are a common lass, tossed away in the past to serve some mysterious God a wicked purpose.
These are not your thoughts, though. As a mother-to-be, you realize you must protect your child at all costs. It’s when the unexpected happens.
Right when Margaery is decided to push you out of those bloody stones back to the safety of the car, is when you disappear before her eyes.
“Y/N!”
But you never hear her calling your name.
***
Aemond is not lifeless under water. He’s been rescued by a soldier, loyal to the green house. A few months have passed since this soldier, who happens to be familiar with a priest of the Lord of the Light, was instrumental in getting him back.
When being told of how close to death he was, Aemond says nothing.
“You must not be a ghost in living flesh, lord”, insists the said soldier. “We must get back to our cause at once. The Lord of Light demands it to be so, having impeded you to go to the dark lands of death. He has a purpose to which you now must serve.”
“Targaryens bend to no deity nor men”, he retorts, standing and making his own path.
But reality is worse than he thought. Under a dark cape, he mixes with the populace and there he is informed that the Good Queen Helaena has committed suicide and that Aegon is close to death.
Some say he’s the victim of slow poisoning.
Whatever it is, bells ring that day to announce old king Aegon, Second of His Name, usurper to many and kinslayer to others, has died. His successor is, to Aemond’s consternation, Aegon III.
“The son of the Rhaenyra, the Proud”, so he is told by a peasant. “But it’s how the wheel of fortune is, very fair if you ask me. However the new king is a child, therefore a council must be formed.”
And here he is informed how Daemon Targaryen lives and is the chief of the said council on behalf of his only surviving son.
Whatever truth there is in such informations, Aemond feels desolated. Haunted by what cannot return, orphaned of a family that, for better or worse, put him in this violent path, he is like an errant knight with no cause to fight for.
Hopelessness moves his steps and it’s when he spots Aegon’s Hill and its mystical stones.
Can't breathe whenever you're gone. Can't go back, I'm haunted
“Y/N”, he calls your name.
The rogue prince is tempted to turn his back. There’s nothing for him now. He has no dragon, and is as vulnerable now as he was as a child. Indeed, as he’s been told, he’s now a ghost in living flesh.
Even so, what’s there to lose by going there?
Perhaps a spark of hope in seeing you again leads his steps, crossing discreetly, invisibly even, all those strange faces that carry on with their insignificant lives all the whilst the wheel of fortune turns again.
It’s when he sees you.
“This cannot be…” he mutters, perplexed. “I am seeing a phantom! This is only the plausible explanation…”
But when you see him too, every pain and angst are finally put to the past. One runs to the other, finding in a warm embrace the peace both of you needed.
“I am no phantom, my darling! No spectrum of time.”
“Oh, wife! Don’t leave me like this ever again!”
“Husband”, you sniff, forehead rested against forehead, hands cupping his face. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know. But you came back to me”, says he, his voice embargoed.
“I would never leave you.”
Words are dismissed when he grabs your waist and then holding your face as if to ensure you are real, not a ghost haunting him indeed, he pursuits your lips like a famine man.
There, in the streets, post chaos of civil war, two strangers embrace like peasants and kiss hungrily like commoners.
***
“Come back with me”, you tell him anxiously, dragging him back to Aegon’s Hill. “This is too much to ask, I know…”
“No”, he cuts you gently. “I have nothing holding me here, lady. Not anymore. No family or friends, but foes who hold victory like you said.”
“I am sorry”, but before you could tell him he’s not lost his family, Aemond smiles at you and says:
“Do not be. It is what it is. Destiny is all.”
Locking hands with you, he takes one last challenge. For a purpose unknown, Aemond Targaryen not only lives… but outlives his days, his relatives and, mostly important, his enemies.
***
You still wait for the right moment to tell him you carry his child. There is too much going on. Like when it happened with you in his days, you make up a new background for him, especially when you introduced him to your aunt and uncle.
“His name is Aemon”, you purposely cut the “d” off his name. “He’s just started at Westeros university as a student of political sciences.”
Aemond holds back a snort, finding all of this very interesting. Thankfully, he’s still got some good gold with him so he’s not poor in this new existence.
Leaving aside matters of money, Aemond was shocked at how modern King’s Landing now is. The grand port in other days received products of Essos and the other Free Cities for trade and other purposes, has shrink in size and is now smaller than in his days.
There are now airports, better schools, places of knowledge like universities.
“Daeron would have liked that”, he once shared with you in a rather melancholic tone.
In these colleges, he comes to see that knowledge is no longer a privilege of maesters, but to all those who want to know better. There, rich and poor study with no distinctions. At least, in theory.
He’s also informed of other technologies and modern activities, before getting to know the most important matter of all: the rise of Queen Daenerys and her consort, King Jaehaerys.
“Bloody seven hells”, Aemond snorted. “Had Aegon seen this… not only he was succeeded by Rhaenyra’s son, but her lineage remains on the throne.”
“In these days women can rule just fine”, you told him then.
He still has some mindset to change, to which you give him time to get himself accostumed. And then he was told of the usurpation coming from the Lannisters, the almost break of the North and the subsequent mess coming from evil creatures that, once thought as mythical, proved to be very real. These were known as the Others, who followed a certain Night King.
It took Aemond several weeks to absorve all of this information, and once he considered that he could get used to this, he sought a home for you two to live lawfully as husband and wife after beginning his studies in the said course of political sciences.
Yet, before you two truly began living your lives as a married couple, he had to meet your family, of course.
“My mother and dad, along with my younger siblings, are living in Sunspear, now. Who’d ever thought, right? A northern family living all good in the South…”
And then you introduced Aemond to cellphone, video-calls and other brand new technologies that almost drove him to the insanity.
Nevertheless here you two are. Once acquainted with your family and friends, and married in civil ceremony—he still wants to go on with a religious one, and you gladly comply with his wishes, it’s just you are still “I cannot believe this is really happening” mood.
So now you two are in bed. You watch as Aemond, short-haired, partially nude, is wearing glasses as he reads the history of Westeros. He’s so concentrated that it begins to arouse you.
It’s been two months since the marriage, at least in its medieval form, has been consumed. Now every obstacle has been knocked down, you realize how much you have missed him… carnally, speaking.
Perhaps it’s just your hormones speaking, but you let your hair loose and adjust your modern nightgown so it shows some skin. And then you crawl to his side.
“Mm, honey. What are you reading?”, you whisper in his ear, a hand playing with his short, messy hair all the whilst another rests in his belly.
Distracted at first, for he’s always been one to sharp his wit—despite not being considerate the brightest of the family, that title passed to his younger brother, Daeron—, he takes a few seconds to answer you.
“Uh? Oh, yes, I’m reading about the history of my family. For better or worse, we are all related”, he grumbles under his breath. “Have you read about…?”
His words die interrupted when you start kissing his neck and your hand slides below his belly, resting over his manhood, quietly hidden underneath his garments.
“Lady…”, he groans, eyes fluttering.
“Yes, my lord husband?”, you slowly move closer, your eager fingertips pulling down his garments and then…
And then Aemond puts his book aside, finally paying attention in you.
It’s when he notices your boobs are bigger than last time he saw them denuded, to the point they are almost dropping out the cloth of your nightgown.
“Oh, it’s been so long”, he groans, breath cut short the moment you begin to stroke him up and down, teasing the tip of it with your thumb. “My lady wife…”
“Yes?”, you turn at him, pursuing his lips sensually.
“Let me put away these…”, he chuckles before putting away his glasses. “Aren’t you a little on fire today?”
“Mmm”, you kiss his neck now, stroking him intently, aroused in turn at his sounds.
“Oh Lords!”, the former prince groans louder.
It’s when the dragon awakes and he kisses you just as hungrily, rolling his body over yours as he removes your hands, locking them above your head.
Watching as you rub one leg to the other, he doesn’t take long before lifting your nightgown and then… dropping his head to your nipples all the whilst his fingertips move to your core, pleased to find your womanhood wet.
As he teases you, though, Aemond’s eyes search for yours, finding in them the same fire that burns him. He raises his head to whisper some unspeakable things in your ear and right before you come undone, he lifts his hips and…
“Fuck, Aemond!”, you curse loudly upon his thrust.
“Ah, Gods. This is so good!”, he moves slowly with you first. “I missed you, my lady! I have longed for this!”
Your hands now wrapped around his neck, you put him closer to you.
“I love you, my lord husband”, you moan sensually when your lips collide in a hungry kiss.
“As do I, my gorgeous wife!”
He notices, though, how different you look. And when you turn over him, surprising at how horny you are this day, he smirks:
“What have I done to my lady?”
“Oh you have made me a dragon rider, have you forgotten?”, you smirk, pleased to make him blush.
His hands going from your breasts to your waist, Aemond can see your belly is slightly bigger than last time he saw you nude. And if he’s good in math…
But he is too distracted by your ride to do it now, so the prince rises and, locking his body to yours, little wonder why you two come together at last.
“How synchronized are we”, you paint, refusing to let him go of you.
Aemond chuckles, putting you down to him, stroking your long y/c locks, admiring your y/c eyes as he peppers your face with gentle kisses.
“We are, my dearest. And it comes to my eyes, as well as my mouth, that your breasts are not only bigger, but more sensitive too.”
You blush deeply at his remark, a sight pleasant to his sight. He crawls over you, saying:
“There should be no embarrassment, lady, when we are lawfully married. You thought I’d not notice the changes in your body?”
“Aemond…”, your face is now bright red as he smiles warmly at you.
“And how you sang my name louder than the first time we copulated the moment I sucked it with my mouth?”, he smirks when spotting signs his words are arousing you. “How easier now you are, what’s the word for it again? Oh yes, horny.”
You bury your face in his shoulder, giggling like a little girl. But when his hand cups your left boob, you fear you might lose your self control. Sighing impatiently, you lean backwards and cupping his face you say what he wants to hear:
“I am carrying your child.”
Aemond beams, in complete delight.
“How dare you to keep these news out of me?”, says he in between chuckles.
“Well, I wanted to tell you in a better occasion”, you say, in reference to that fatidic evening. “But time parted us.”
Understanding what’s subtly said, Aemond nods. But sadness is a brief shadow that is instantly dismissed when his hand rests on your belly.
“Whether it’s a boy or a girl, I will love the same. However, they ought to bear a Targaryen name.”
“I thought we agreed to live discreetly, my love?”
“What’s the problem in naming a daughter Visenya Hightower?”
You laugh quietly.
“I doubt anyone bought that you are a distant Hightower.”
“But I am”, he insists.
“Yeah, right, but you have Targaryen looks, handsome. Look at these purple irises of yours for an instance.”
“If anything I have a Dornish ancestral. Those of Starfall have purple eyes. The Danes, to be fair.”
You stroke his cheek, caressing it gently, watching as he rests his head in your hand, locking gazes with you.
“A family to call your own”, you whisper.
“Indeed, and for that I am more than thankful”.
Saying so he kisses your lips slowly.
***
• Epilogue. Two years later..
A fragile line that is not so fragile anymore. All seems well that ends well.
You watch as Aemond runs with the twins, named Helaena, to honour his sister, and Visenya, his ancestress whom he’s very fond of. As you pat your belly, pregnant for the second time, you watch the beautiful scenario, very content for living it in peace.
It’s when you notice a woman, apparently the same age as Aemond, cast him and the children a glance. She has a shade of silver in her reddish hair. Something about her makes you stand and promptly move after him.
But before you get to Aemond and share with him your twisted sentiments, the girl herself says:
“I have a feeling we’ve known before”, she smiles gently.
To you, the same sentiment is there. You are baffled by it, unsure where it comes from.
“I’m sorry, have we met?”, Aemond inquires, puzzled, as he holds both twins in his arms.
“Not exactly in this lifetime, I’m afraid”, and turning at you, she smiles. “My darling sister Y/N, so we meet again.”
You and your husband exchange looks. What is this?
“I’ve taken the name of Sarah, but in truth I am the reincarnation of your sister Helaena.”
Couldn’t things get any more complicated?
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Unspoken Feelings
- Berleezy x Fem! reader
- 3rd person point of view
- Reader is Krysta’s sister
- This might be short and I’m so sorry! It’s probably so bad and I’m really sorry! But I’d been in a hurry to update you guys. I had a lot going on with my apartment and stuff but I’m now present and hopefully this will get you through!
- Angst to Fluff
- Summary: Even if the relationship didn’t last, biting down on the tongue hurt. So, with a bit of awkwardness, hurt feelings, and the push from your sister, it was time to confess with the unspoken words. Wanting to fix it all.
If someone had ever approached you, told you that you wouldn’t last with Berlin, it would’ve made you give out the biggest laugh of your life. Not you and Berlin. The couple that did almost everything together, the couple that showed up in videos, the girlfriend that always did photo shoots for the merchandise. The supportive girl and her protective boyfriend who cuddled her at night, assured her everything would be okay. It felt unreal. But it was the reality, and it hurt thinking about the way it would be the truth, even if you didn’t want to accept the reality. Every bit of what someone would say, was true.
It was rough remembering the split from Berlin, Krysta remembered seeing your tears. She felt for you, her intentions to introduce you was to never watch you two fall apart, it was to never watch you both get hurt. And sometimes it took you to assure when she apologized a thousand times that it wasn’t her doing and she shouldn’t take the blame for the miscommunication that both of you had. Having to give her a talk about how it was your relationship and not her responsibility to worry about something she had no ill intentions for. She remembered showing Berlin a photo of you, which turned into him being genuinely attracted, which became the desire to meet. And when it happened, you wanted nothing more than to be together from there.
It was like any other day, today work called in early, as much as you despised opening, you still preferred to secure your job and money. Not wanting to go without, so you’d stick around for a few hours of your shift. Which is what you did, and now after the dreading hours of trying to keep calm and not explode on the rude customers you had for the day, it was time to sink into the comfort of your home. “Oh you’re home from work!” Krysta smiled. “Girl please. It was the worst. I hated it! Some girl came in yelling at me and it didn’t help that I couldn’t hit her! She stood there and complained for an hour before she was told to leave. I couldn’t reason with her.” You scoffed at the thought of the lady from earlier. This caused your sister to let out a laugh as she shakes her head slightly. “Well. Y/n. You can’t fight customers. Sadly. So I’m glad you didn’t hit her.” She hums. Yeah, glad. You were happy you didn’t either, you were still upset, hurt. And had anger from your break up.
These feelings didn’t go by easily, even your sister could sense they were still there. She knew, and deep down she wanted to make sure you’d always be okay no matter what. Even if it felt like your three-year relationship was really a waste of memories. “Look. Y/n, if you want us to stop being friends. We can. I won’t hang out with him…” she said. At least you knew she always had your back, but you had no reason to make your sister stop her friendship. Mainly because it was never her fault in the first place. "No, Krysta. I'm not going to make you stop your friendship with him. It's not your fault that things between us ended." you assured. She still felt bad, she hated seeing you so down, knowing you still love him, even though you made it obvious based on your reactions upon hearing his name. "Besides that. Would you like to go out and eat tonight?" she asked. A small smile had formed on your lips. "Sure, later tonight we can go. I need to get out of these damn clothes," you said as you smiled at her. She always knew a way to cheer you up.
The sounds of people chattering filled the room, but it wasn't so bad after all. Being able to sit at the table and eat with your sister, share a laugh, and have some drinks, which drinking has never fully been your best suit. You remember the time Berlin damn near exploded upon hearing that you walked home drunk late at night. But, once again, he was there. Because he made sure he would find you and get you home and well taken care of. Krysta couldn't scold you though since she would be sober if you did get drunk.
"This ended up being better than I thought." you giggled lightly with the small tint on your face. "I did dread work today, so this makes up for the work I've been doing, which sucked because my manager never has my back," you mumbled under your breath. The waiter walked over and he smiled. "Everything going good?" he asked as you two hummed. "Can I get another one of these?" you pointed to the glass. Krysta kept her eyes on the man, making sure he wouldn't say or try anything. "Of course." he smiled, taking the cup before walking away. Sighing, you glanced at your sister. "You don't have to stare him down so hard," you replied as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. "It's my job to look out for you when you drink a lot. Guys are creeps. Y/n. You need some form of security." she stated.
Upon hearing those words, you thought of him, the times Berlin had assured you and made you feel safe despite the setting you two would always be in. It felt like hell now without him, would you being careless be enough? would it regain his attention so he would stop being stubborn?. Maybe he would hear you out but the desire of his attention was too much. He would never hear you out, let it go. "Has Berlin always...be strong-minded?" you asked. The question was sudden but Krysta cleared her throat. "What do you mean?" she asked as you sighed. "Sometimes I wonder if his strong mind is what makes him feel like he doesn't have to hear me." you frowned as she did too. "What? That's nonsense, Berlin would hear you out." she hums.
The doubt sank in. "No. Because he doesn't love me."
Then the tears welled up. "He never did."
Why couldn't you forget him? "I mean why?"
All you wanted was for him to listen. "He broke up with me."
And were you to blame? "He told me it was my doing.."
Would he ever listen? "He wouldn't even stop for a second."
Did he still think of you? "Maybe he's moved on."
Krysta hated this, watching as you crumble and wonder if you were really in the wrong. But she didn’t have time to comfort because ole and behold, Berlin was there. She couldn’t help but clear her throat as she had grabbed your hands. “Y/n that’s not the case. Berlin loves you.” She said. “He didn’t even take the time to listen to me, he just assumed I was cheating, and that shit hurt.” You huffed. Your sister could only shake her head, why couldn’t you two just make up? That’s all she wanted. “I don’t want him to think the worst. But he’s not even willing to hear my half of the story. So the reality is that we won’t ever piece our relationship back together.”
Berlin was always hyping you up and when he let you go out with the girls. You recalled getting dressed cute, makeup going, hair going. You felt good about yourself, even coming to the time he told you how good you looked. And the idea of that night when you kissed his lips and told him sweet words before you left, you always put Berlin before them and didn’t mind staying home to watch movies with him on some days you didn’t wanna be bothered with the outside world. He was always so sweet and willing to do everything for you as you were him, but your heart always aches when you recall the ending, the moment he accused you of cheating.
How could he? His y/n was no cheater but he just had to assume you were cheating because you hung out with a guy friend. Did Berlin have no recollect concept that your friend wasn’t into women to begin with? He was so damn cruel that night. Assuming that guy was taking you home, calling you a cheater in front of all those people and some actually believing him. Krysta never once accused you or believed you were, the simple fact and thing was that he was a ticking temper bomb. And at any moment anything could trigger him to react to situations, even if it wasn’t that serious to need a reaction of his. And you remembered the nights Krysta had to lay awake with you. Comforting you through that heartbreak and false accusation of his, going far as to listen to you cry for hours, cry yourself to sleep. She had no words, only comfort by listening and you were forever thankful your sister would listen to you that long, putting her sleep schedule behind for you.
“Y/n. He thought you were cheating…that’s why you need to talk to him. You can’t keep letting the idea of him break you like this. I know somewhere deep down you wanna be with him” she frowned as she shakes her head. “But you can’t if you can’t speak to him, if you don’t. He’ll go his whole life thinking you wanted anyone but him.” She hums softly. Somewhere deep down, you knew Krysta was right. Even if you never ended up with Berlin again, she was right about clearing the air with him after the accusations. “Look. I’m gonna go use the restroom. Berlin’s here…” she mumbled before getting up to use the restroom. Somewhere in you, you couldn’t help but keep your head down as the guy brought the drink before walking away. Fighting the urge to turn around and glance at him, you missed him so bad, you wanted to look back at Berlin so bad.
But it seems, you didn’t have to glance to know he walked over to you. “So you’re out again.” He said as you look at him with a hint of curiosity before humming. “I came out to eat with Krysta.” You spoke, grabbing the drink to take a sip. “Are you sure that’s the cause?” He asked. Dear God no, there he goes giving attitude, that tone of being right, digging under your skin. And in this state of mind? You couldn’t help but grip the glass tighter. “Don’t accuse me of looking for a boyfriend.” Your tone now giving him the same attitude back. “Oh I thought you were very happy in that relationship of yours.”. And the sarcasm dripped off his tongue, how could he be just so, annoying with it.
Krysta watched in fear of what might come next. “You know. You don’t know anything about that night because you refused to listen. So is it really my fault that you remained stuck up and felt right? You thought I wanted to cheat on you?. Please Berlin, where’s the proof? Where is it besides the accusations your mind made because you’re mentally missing a screw to your brain?” You spat harshly as your voice held venom in it, desiring nothing than to prove his ass wrong for once. “Since you came here to put me on the spot. Let’s talk about you.” You huffed as you stood up, looking up at Berlin in annoyance. “How about the times you went clubbing with the guys and you had girls all upon you? Is it justified because you’re the man? Because it’s just, guy things? Please Berlin, educate me. Oh wait. You can’t because you don’t know shit from that night. Now bite your tongue. And walk away.”. You downed the drink, slamming the glass down before grabbing your bag and walking out the door. Krysta had quickly rushed to pay so she could see you, speak to you about this, but Berlin beat her to it when she noticed he was following you out to the car. Could you two get anymore worse?.
Berlin had grabbed your arm, stopping you from walking. “So you think drinking is going to help?” He asked as you groaned loudly. “What’s going to help? You weren’t so concerned about help when you left me. Wouldn’t listen to me! You know what Berlin!” You spoke loudly, pulling you arm away. “You can’t claim to love someone and be the reason love hurts. Did you ever love me if you don’t trust me? In fact. I’m done crying tears over you. I’m done crying and crying, and grieving a whole relationship you didn’t care about. You threw our three years worth of love down the drain for your ego! And you have the nerve to come at me like I want a man. I would have one if you didn’t mean shit to me. I never wanna speak to you again.” You huffed, walking to the car with the anger going through you. Deep down, your sober heart knew it spoke words, but half lies. How could you be over him? You weren’t and you did want to see him again. This is not what Krysta meant when she said to clear the air.
Sitting on the bed in your pajamas, Krysta had watched as you sighed heavily. “That liquor really makes you bold.” She said, trying to lighten the mood. “It does huh? I think I shouldn’t drink it anymore.” You replied more monotone. Never mind, cheering up the mood after that would not happen nor be easy. “No it was a good thing, Y/n. As your sister I think you need that release. This gives Berlin a chance to really consider what this whole breakup has done. To realize that he’s wrong, and to give you a chance. But I need to push you to do it. To make peace and if you never end up together again, who cares. You two have unspoken words. It’s obvious with that tension from earlier.” She nods her head, trying to encourage you to make the move to speak to him again. It would require something, that push.
“When I watched you two, I clearly noticed the tension and I noticed the hurt you both felt. He refuses to speak to you about it but don’t make it easy for him to avoid it till you speak your peace. Let it go. Off your chest. Talk.” She frowned as she rubs your arm gently. And you knew she was right, you two required peace. Something between you two, bad blood mainly, was the whole reason it felt the relationship was crumbling around the two of you. “I’ll try…”
Trying? Now it’s been three weeks and you had plenty of time to try and piece this back together and you couldn’t find a way to fix it. Berlin had took what you said to heart, and you figured he did when Jojo called to check on you and the subject of Berlin happened. Today was shop day, you got invited to go with your sister and some part of you wanted to decline but again it was Berlin, it was all fixable if you both allowed the other to express that heartache felt that night. Sticking the casual but cute outfit of yours, not wishing to stand out too much since your sister always had a thing in telling you what would be best to wear for something’s. She really was the best part of your heavy days.
Upon walking the mall in attempt to bring up the mood, your sister had been looking at outfits for you two. And everything was super cute for whatever plans might come up. “I’m telling you. You’ll look cute in this dress! Can’t go wrong with a bit of red unless it’s styled incorrectly.” She giggled as you chuckled behind her. “Right. Because red is the color everyone can magically pull off. But I guess trying the dress on wouldn’t hurt.” You nodded your head. She squealed with excitement before skipping away to find someone in the store that could give you some access to the changing rooms.
Standing by the clothes, and beautifully lined dresses, you hadn’t expected anyone else to be around. “Excuse me…just wanted to come over and say you were beautiful.” The guy spoke. That’s when your eyes looked at the guy, he was pretty handsome in your eyes. “Awe. Thank you.” You hum, giving a gentle smile. You’d hope with that he wouldn’t push too much, but it was worth a shot. He’d nod his head before giving a response. “I actually spotted you earlier and I got nervous so I couldn’t find the words to tell you that but I gained some confidence to come and say it now.”. Poor guy, he was nervous, no lying about that, but he also seemed the pushy type since he thought stepping closer would result in anything better.
“Could we maybe. Exchange numbers? Go out?” He asked, there it was, the date but it’s not a date, type of tone and question. He was pushing his luck. “Ah. Sorry but no thanks.” You chuckled nervously. Hopefully he’d walk away, no means no. Turning your back to walk away and quickly find your sister, he had only hummed. “Sure but you know, you could be a nice girlfriend. I’m sure just one date could prove that we would fit together?” He said. “And I think you’d be a perfect fit for even me.”. That’s when you felt his hand get placed on your shoulder. He was the type of pushy creeps that Berlin had always warned you about running into.
“No seriously. It’s fine.” This time your throat ran dry, nerves. “No really! I swear you’ll like it.” He nods his head with a large smile. This time, you felt the world crashing down but only for a moment. “She said No. now leave her alone.” The stern tone spoke from behind you two. Both turning around to spot Berlin, he looked like he was ready to kill the dude over this. “Now get away from her.” He said harshly. He was still protective huh? That was a good thing to know. “Move it.” Jojo cut in as the guy glanced at the two before quickly leaving the store. You finally felt the relief and ease of breathing, not realizing the guy had you holding a breath. “Thank you..both of you.” You spoke in a low tone. Keeping your eyes down as you didn’t know what to say. “We need to talk.” Berlin grabbed your hand, pulling you away as Jojo watched, clinging his tongue before Krysta stood beside him. “Where are they going?” She asked as he shrugs. “Either an argument or something else, I don’t know.”
Some part of you felt he had something to say but again he could just be using this moment to scold you and accuse you once again of something. That didn’t matter though, since you now stood outside of the mall. “Look Berlin. If you came to accuse me-“ you were cut off by his words. “I’m sorry.” He apologized. Your eyes had soften a bit as you glanced up at him with a bit of disbelief to his words. “What?” You raised a brow. “I’m sorry. I said. I’m sorry for the way I acted at the restaurant when it was just time for you and your sister.” He said. He sounded genuine, good. You felt good knowing he did in fact mean his apology to you. “Berlin…have something I need to say too…” you mumbled in a low whisper. He did still catch on, so he was all ears.
“Krysta told me to get this off my chest. And I owe that to you and myself.” You shake your head. “That night you accused me of cheating, I didn’t mean him at the club with my friends to cheat on you. I went there with them and he was there. But he’s not into women Berlin. Him and I have nothing but friendship for each other. But instead of explaining myself. I want to be honest. I can’t do this without you. I’m having such a hard time without you because I realize I love you too much to let go so easily. That shit at the restaurant? I didn’t mean one word from that.” You frowned
Just say it. “I’m really sorry.”
He needs to know. “I’ve cried and I realize..”
You can do it. “I realize I love you more than myself and I can’t do this life without you Berlin. I know it’s not helping you understand except the nights I stayed up crying and I’m grieving you! I’m grieving you and I just want you to not be mad at me! Because I’d never piss you off purposely! We may have our differences but my heart belongs to you and I’d never cheat! I’m in love with you and one day I wanna call you my husband! Berlin…”.
There it was. The truth. The nights you laid awake crying and imagining your life without him, it hurt, but finally you could be free from the words that held you down all along. “Y/n.” He grabbed your hips. “I love you too. And I’m sorry. And one day…I’ll be your husband because what I feel for you is there. And I miss you.” He admitted. He’d lean down, moving his lips to yours before giving you a loving and passionate kiss. A man of his words, and the relief felt great. “I misjudged your friends, I assumed they had knew all along but they didn’t, they didn’t know cause it was never true.” He frowned. “I made that up in my head and I accused you but it was wrong. It’s lonely not having you interrupt my recording with food and kisses and drinks. And I just want you to always be mine. I miss it. Waking up with you, I miss it.”
That felt good for the two of you, your relationship with him meant the world to you, Berlin had always been there. And the nights of lying awake and wanting to break down into tears. Was finally over because the two of you held the relationship into nothing but miscommunication. Something you’d be sure would never happen again.
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Uquiz + Picrew
Tagged by @voidika (for the quiz, I’m tagging you for the picrew!) and @roofgeese <3
I roughly added the iron jaw lol. Gizem is here too!
What horror movie stereotype is your OC?
The tragic hero
you are the good guy who just cannot catch a break. your life just fucking sucks, frankly. one day, you have friends, family, hobbies you enjoy, maybe even a dog. and then, something happens that sets off this never-ending chain reaction of bullshit and it all gets swept away from you in a heartbeat. all your friends are dead now and you might be alive but god at what cost.
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Spring Awakening Broadway: Where Are They Now? (Part 1)
It's been 18 years since Spring Awakening first opened on Broadway and 15 years since the original production closed. I decided to do some digging on what everyone who performed in that production is doing these days.
Part 1 covers the original cast, while part 2 will cover replacements.
Jonathan Groff
Melchior
Went on to several prominent roles on TV shows like Glee, movies like Frozen, and musicals like Hamilton (pictured.) He is currently in Merrily We Roll Along on Broadway.
Lea Michele
Wendla
Notably starred in the TV show Glee and has released several albums. She was recently seen in Funny Girl on Broadway (pictured.)
John Gallagher, Jr.
Moritz
Went on to star in several other Broadway shows including American Idiot. He has released an album under the name Johnny Gallagher. Recently appeared in Swept Away (pictured), a musical based on the music of The Avett Brothers.
Lauren Pritchard
Ilse
Has a music career under the name LOLO and was notably featured on the Panic! At the Disco song "Miss Jackson" in 2013.
Jonathan B Wright
Hanschen
Had a few acting credits on TV shows like Gossip Girl (pictured), now seems to be pursuing voice over work.
Gideon Glick
Ernst
Has appeared in several other Broadway shows and was nominated for a Tony Award for Best Featured Actor in a Play for his role in To Kill a Mockingbird in 2019 (pictured.) Some recent credits include the movie Maestro and a recurring role on the TV show The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
Skylar Astin
Georg
Has had a variety of screen roles with musical elements, like the movie Pitch Perfect and the TV shows Crazy Ex-Girlfriend and Zoey's Extraordinatory Playlist. He currently stars in the TV show So Help Me Todd (pictured.)
Brian Charles Johnson
Otto (u/s Moritz)
Appeared on Broadway again in the ensemble of American Idiot (pictured.) Was recently on tour singing backup for Allen Stone.
Lilli Cooper
Martha
Has been in several other Broadway shows including SpongeBob SquarePants and Tootsie (pictured) for which she and was nominated for a Best Featured Actress in a Musical Tony in 2019. She most recently provided voice acting for the TV series Hazbin Hotel.
Remy Zaken
Thea
Has appeared in several off-Broadway shows, most notably Freckleface Strawberry The Musical (pictured.) Now owns a professional tutoring company in New York called Andersen Education.
Phoebe Strole
Anna (u/s Wendla, Ilse)
Has appeared in several off-Broadway shows, most recently Kung Fu (pictured.) She is doing a lot of audiobook narration.
Christine Estabrook
Adult Women
Continues to do a lot of TV work, most recently on the show Penny Dreadful: City of Angels (pictured.)
Stephen Spinella
Adult Men
Continues to work in theater, film, and TV including a return to Broadway in The Velocity of Autumn and currently in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (pictured.)
Frances Mercanti-Anthony
(u/s Adult Women)
Went on to appear in Broadway plays including Jerusalem. Now doing theater education work for organizations like Paper Mill Playhouse, Rutgers University, and New England Music Camp.
Rob Devaney
(u/s Adult Men)
Appears to have moved away from acting around 2009 and now has a career in UX design.
Krysta Rodriguez
Ensemble (u/s Wendla, Ilse, Anna, Martha, Thea)
Has performed in several other Broadway shows including The Addams Family and the revival of Spring Awakening. She was most recently touring in Into the Woods (pictured) and will appear in the Kennedy Center production of Bye Bye Birdie this summer.
Jennifer Damiano
Ensemble (u/s Ilse, Anna, Martha, Thea)
Has performed in several other Broadway shows including American Psycho (pictured) and Next to Normal, for which she was nominated for Best Actress in a Featured Role in a Musical Tony in 2009. Most recently appeared in Black No More off-Broadway.
Robert Hager
Ensemble (u/s Melchior, Hanschen, Ernst, Otto, Georg)
Went on to join the 1st national tour of Spring Awakening as Hanschen. Has since appeared in several other Broadway shows and the national tour of Fun Home (pictured.) He is also writing his own musicals. Siluetas, for which he wrote music and lyrics, will be premiering at Power Street Theatre in Philadelphia this summer.
Gerard Canonico
Moritz (replacement), Ensemble (u/s Moritz, Hanschen, Ernst, Otto, Georg)
Was in the show until it closed, by which time he was playing Moritz. Has appeared in many other Broadway and off-Broadway shows including Groundhog Day and Be More Chill (pictured), and is currently on Broadway in Almost Famous.
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Mortal kombat: Heartful mayhem
Prologue
A/N: I knew a prologue is not really necessary on a Tumblr fanfiction, but i did it anyway since i want to write a novel level one (this is my first time writing a fanfic for the internet but idc).
It's a quiet afternoon. Jacqueline Briggs is sitting alone in the room full of computers, apparently in front of one of them, looking very focused. She looks through the files that had been entering the S.F.'s database for a few days now.
Those files in question are reports coming from squads that were sent one after the other to patrol and scavenge a specific area of Outworld, which is somewhere in the desert.
The investigation of these strange occurences of this location was placed into Jacqui's care by Cassandra Cage, her Commander, her best friend.
Jaqueline has been investing for at least five days now. It all started when odd fires were occuring in the already hot desert of Outworld.
The soldier reads the files of the most recent squad that retreated from the desert yesterday in the evening.
Suddenly, the door opens. Jacqui looks at it with surprise.
"Hey Jacqui. You found anything?" It's Cassandra, coming with a freshly made cup of coffee in one hand, checking on her friend.
Jacqui looks back at the screen. "No. Still nothing moved since yesterday." She sighted, slightly disappointed.
Commander Cage looks at a chair and rolls it towards her.
"Dawn. Nothing?." She asks as she takes a seat and approaches Jacqui's desk.
"That's odd. I thought the thermal signatures would have moved right now."
"They're isn't though". Jacqui said back.
"It hasn't been moving for hours now. The source of the fire probably went dormant on our radars."
Cassie takes a sip of coffee, looks down upon her chair and sights. "And we sent all these troops for four days. Jeez... if i knew that it would be a pain in the ass to identify the source of that fire, i would've speared the skin of these men." Some soldiers came back with first degree burns, others were heavily bruised. A few are still recovering at the nursery.
Jacqui glimpses worrysomely at her friend, then remembers something. "You know? I've got something interesting that caught my eye earlier."
Cage looks back at Briggs dragging the mouse around the screen and clicks on a picture icon in the report.
"Look." She says as she points at the blurry photo.
Cassie examines it closely. "Huh... all i see is some pink fire." She keep looking it in silence. "Hang on! What the hell is that?" Cassie points an odd shape that seems humanoid.
"I know." Jacqui responds "I also believe it's this thing that was firing up at our troops and injure them. It seem to be resisting our forces."
Cassie thinks longly about the matter.
"What is it commander?" Jacqui asked.
"We need to send people who are more skilled for this." Cassie responds. "If we continue sending our normal troops, they're will be more casualities. We literally can't risk it anymore."
Jacqui looks away briefly from Cassie, then questions "Well, who do you think we should call to go back there?"
"Come on... you know who." Cassie smirks.
"Oh." Jacqui realises who she is talking about.
Cassie storms out of the room, on her way to give a call or two for tommorow's preparations. Meanwhile, Jacqui is inserting names into the investigation's team file.
There were only two names added. But they knew how important they were for the case, and knew they won't fail it...
John J. Rambo & Kurtis Stryker.
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Visual Description: Sally, center stage, performs at a microphone in the now desolate club. Kost, Ernst, and the (now converted) white ensemble members sit at tables, watching vaguely, but loudly talking amongst themselves. As Sally sings, her makeup and dress become increasingly disheveled, with her dress eventually falling to reveal her slip. Sally, upon noticing the lack of attention she receives (first verse end), storms around the stage and steals a drink from a nearby table, before finally calling off the band. She sits, performing the majority of the song in a drunken stupor on the stairs leading down toward the audience. In the end, she rises, having reached her mental break, and finishes at the microphone; blowing it out audibly and chucking it to the ground as she storms out of the club.
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I am several months too late in posting this publically, but everyone please enjoy Miss Thing's absolutely unhinged performance of Cabaret. Forever thinking about her Sally choices. (If you want the full audio, just message me. I went,,,, too many times).
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Couple little drabble from your AU in my head Featuring my Alopex
Orange groaned he blearily blinked his eyes open his head pounding he could barely move. He shivered both from chills and fear. Coming into Focus was a mutant Fox Girl with blue hair and white fur. He was captured he was a prisoner he was captured at hee mercy. He hyperventilated
Orange: No, No, Please, Please, Help! Blue! Purple!
??: Hey, Hey, Hey, it’s okay I’m a friend I promise
Orange sniffled he whimpered she gently placed an ice pack on his head.
??: there you go, just relax ok nothings gonna happen okay
Orange: ok…please….blue he silently prayed for his brother the missing Red and Purple he sobbed at his memories he hated the Krang. There was shouting and soon he felt a familar Hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes and sobbed in relief.
Blue: Hey buddy you ok
Orange: Blue….(nuzzles into his hand) you’re here
Blue Hugs him tightly as Krysta watches.
That’s all for now
oughhh,,, ouchies,,,,,,, poor orange is goin' through it,, per usual,,, :')
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need to discuss the hallmark movie 'just one kiss' starring santino fontana and krysta rodriguez, now streaming on peacock. it has the most out of pocket ending i have ever seen in a hallmark movie. i am still reeling from it.
clearly this movie was made so fontana could sing every like, 15 minutes. (im assuming it was part of his negotiation). anyway, the movie makes you think their mother's are setting them up secretly. you see them plan a meet cute, leaving some apartment notice at female protagonists place so that she and her daughter move into his apartment building (she's going through a divorce), then you see the mom's place little ads under their doors for free cheesecakes, so that they run into each other later that night.
a bunch of other romcom stuff happens (misunderstanding and miscommunication). whatever. they get together and then he says 'my mom would have loved you' and then she says 'my mom would have been crazy about you'\'i wish i could have known her', 'yeah me too'.
that's right. the moms were DEAD the ENTIRE TIME. even tho there's a scene where the mom is in the room with her daughter and granddaughter--which explains why female protag couldn't find a sitter. bc her mom was dead.
its ends with the mom's saying 'we did it' and then they leave the movie theater and apparently the exit is heaven.
i can't stop thinking about it.
#and then the shot of caption 'this is dedicated to moms everywhere'#okay???????????#i just did not see this coming#dead moms romcom?????????#new romcom genre just dropped
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Hey there sugar. You got a bounty I want to collect. 🔫 Come with me and I promise things will not get ugly.
-Erron Black
I'm sure this isn't my wanted poster, $5000 as the reward listed is too low, is the law enforcement broke af?
Don't waste time on such a small amount, cowboy. This ain't worth your time 🙎🏻♀️
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Jeremy Jordan masterpost (part 2!)
Well that certainly took longer than I was expecting. Part 1 is here.
I also realized that it’s absolutely crazy to try and cover all his concerts, so these are just the ones that I have personally listened to/watched. Since I’ve listened to them, I also included some of my thoughts (if you care for that kind of stuff 💀).
Again, the shows in blue (which should be most of them) are the ones that I have a version different from the one I linked below. Like the last post, if you want access to that, dm me—I’m willing to gift each person up to two!
Without further ado, let’s start :D
Concerts
Breaking Character (2014):
His first cabaret style show! Personally still one of my favorites. Love the guests he brought on. This is the only one of his shows (that I know of) where the setlist fluctuates depending on the specific show.
Highlights: Fun songs he hasn’t really done since such as Anthem, Chipotle, Maybe I’m Amazed.
Original Songs: Good Enough (+ deleted rap verse depending on the show), Revelation, Underwater
Pretty much the full show (with Ashley and Krysta): https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLr-KiuMoSWPGioEdNHEbAJCbvG6p6fiqP&si=IDddaYii8eZYFpfc
If anyone has the recording of the show with Keke Palmer, I’ve been looking for that one
Jeremy’s T.E.R.R.I.B.L.E.! (2015):
Honestly this show made me a little uncomfortable 💀. It’s in a “game show” style and is actually really fun in the beginning (there are audience questions and JJ trivia), but it then takes a bit of a weird personal turn (although he said in an interview that he wanted that part to come out of nowhere so 🤷♀️. Had me squirming in my chair a bit).
Highlights: Everyone’s Come Here to See Me (one of my favorites of his openers), the audience questions, the ‘I don’t want to sing that’ medley, Under the Sea (Jeremy’s version)
Original Songs: Breathe Again, a song about facing his greatest fear (I’m just gonna call it ‘everyone’s naked’ haha, iykyk)
Everyone’s Come Here to See Me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7_pU05G9GA
Breathe Again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8B1QE_RbXvU
London - Hippodrome (2016):
This show seems to be a mix of Breaking Character and Jeremy’s T.E.R.R.I.B.L.E.!. Works a little better than Jeremy’s T.E.R.R.I.B.L.E.!, in my opinion. A pretty fun show overall!
Highlights: audience questions again, ‘Take Me or Leave Me’ with Ashley, the most EPIC medley ever
Original Songs: Good Enough (new lyrics), Hold On (A BOP), Memories of Loving You (one of my favs <3)
Here are some of the songs: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLxsnvbhJ7KZPknZrui1vqsWybt340BGMa&si=vhvnmLhfy-Ee-Dwp
If anyone has the pro-shot or recordings from different days (I know they’re out there!), I am looking for those!
Elsie Fest (2017):
Love this set! I rewatch it almost monthly 💀.
Full set: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUizICzFhgU
Starring Opposite of You (2018):
Such a fun show! This is his and Ashley’s joint concert, and they do lots of fun medleys together!
Highlights: past shows medley (where they reverse roles), Jeremy’s old songs, musical duets medley
Original Songs: Guitar Medley, Memories of Loving You
Almost the full show: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLiHqD-T4otnAentv3OPKM3cxxa6BbH8Mc&si=zGyqLpZHRvDvecAg
Cadogan Hall (2018):
Love this show! He sings a bunch of songs he doesn’t normally sing because he had to reschedule multiple times. Honestly, probably one of my favorites of his concerts.
Highlights: Raise a Little Hell, LET ME MAKE YOU PROUD (I’M SO HAPPY HE ACTUALLY SANG FROM TANGLED THE SERIES. unfortunately the audience doesn’t seem as enthused), Schmuel Song, It’s All Coming Back To Me Now (!!), honestly so many
Original Songs: Undertow (love this one), Guitar Medley, Underwater
Full show: https://soundcloud.com/no-1481/sets/cadogan-hall-1-9-18?si=574334f4e6f2415999efe787ba662994&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Shows with Seth Rudetsky (2018 + 2019):
Pretty fun shows! Half concert, half interview style, so very interesting, as well.
Highlights: that bonnie moment, his proposal story
2018 show: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLiHqD-T4otnAp8cxF1XNgDcy_HUJIkTEl&si=6gQWqnnvE9QB3w4R
2019 show: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLgJNsjoixqObyeUvYiXPUn9-eyarTPqh4
If anyone has the show they did at The Herbst, I’m looking for it!
Modern Broadway w/ Betsy Wolfe (2019):
Not my favorite, but there are some fun songs and duets.
Highlights: She Used to Be Mine (Betsy), Waving Through a Window (Jeremy), Suddenly Seymour (both)
Carnegie Hall (2019):
He royally messes up ‘Moving too Fast’ and forgets the beginning of ‘Oh, What a Beautiful Morning’, but everything else and the orchestra are great.
Highlights: Undertow with full orchestration
Original Songs: Undertow
Here are some songs: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLiHqD-T4otnBoMy4jbPimGN8HCA1V0pnz&si=-k_u-7MrETj0pg0c
Moving too Fast: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wd5wzCs2su8
Medley w/ Ashley: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XuKEdFuEj4
Cadogan Hall (2019):
He makes it a trend to do new stuff at his London shows, so lots of fun material at this concert too! The crowd cheers so much that he comes back out for a second encore.
Highlights: Princess Jeremy Medley (debut), The Greatest Showman Medley (debut)
Original Songs: The Sun
Princess Jeremy: https://thebookofkate22.tumblr.com/post/188718478707/jeremy-jordan-cadogan-hall-261019-disney
Bonnie and Clyde medley: https://thebookofkate22.tumblr.com/post/188718456037/jeremy-jordan-cadogan-hall-261019-bonnie
The Sun: https://thebookofkate22.tumblr.com/post/188718500882/jeremy-jordan-cadogan-hall-261019-sun
Run Away With Me: https://thebookofkate22.tumblr.com/post/188718462872/jeremy-jordan-cadogan-hall-261019-run-away
Greatest Showman Medley: https://thebookofkate22.tumblr.com/post/188718570932/jeremy-jordan-cadogan-hall-261019-greatest
Santa Fe: https://thebookofkate22.tumblr.com/post/188719473097/andplaces-jeremy-jordan-in-concert-27-october
If anyone has the full 10/27 matinee show, I’m looking for it!
UCPAC (2020):
Pretty standard show, some overall with the 2019 Cadogan Hall show.
Highlights: Princess Jeremy, At Last
Original Songs: The Sun
Moving too Fast: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InaR0nkcBe0
She Used to Be Mine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OotBKr3SUhE
Last Five Years Medley: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0JJVS9_Ifg
Broadway, Here I Come: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cph4GdJVewE
Princess Jeremy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMvZhf6wlNs
The Scientist/Yesterday/So Far Away: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keiBHJfxKq0
At Last: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUwC0CNl4gw
Carry On (2020 + 2021):
My favorite Jeremy show ever! I think it’s very well directed and cleverly designed. Definitely on the more serious side (there are fun moments), so not your typical JJ show. I think this is a much more successful version of what he tried to do with Jeremy’s T.E.R.R.I.B.L.E..
Highlights: I literally can’t pick, the whole thing is so good—but I think the shows he did with live audiences packs a bigger punch (the pro-shot is amazing too though, and slightly different from the 2020 version).
Live Version:
Broadway, Here I Come: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJa5bpH4FAA
Santa Fe: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XP5OnYXoSRQ
Princess Jeremy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_Sz4UZcARE
Pro-Shot (thanks, @personinthepalace!):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMbraZrrh1o
I am always looking for recordings of the shows he did before COVID and will probably trade very unfairly for them!
The Seth Concert Series (COVID 💀):
Pretty fun shows, similar to the other Seth shows but with different songs.
Highlights: HURRICANE (I love death note), Donny Novitski, he talks about tangled in one of them!
Bonnie & Clyde Medley: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVyK-YJlwPQ
Past Shows Medley w/ Ashley: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRLyNN6znJ4
If anyone has his first TSCS show (I’m not actually quite sure how many there are), I’m looking for it!
Drury Lane (2022):
Another London show (which are always the best)! It’s definitely feels like a level up, lots of guests (Mikael from AOM, Frances Mayli Mccann, Andy Mientus (for one show)), and a sneak peek (at the time) of some AOM songs. Also, Ben tries to get him to sing Let it Go throughout the whole show and finally succeeds in the end.
Highlights: All the guest stars, Frozen II Medley, THE ENCORE IS SO SO GOOD (I love Jeremy’s version of Meant to be Yours)
Original Songs: Unfortunately he kind of stopped singing originals after COVID, but the AOM songs I guess
Drury Lane Medley: https://musical-treasures.tumblr.com/post/694059841368506368/jeremy-jordan-drury-lane-medley-drury-lane
When We Were Young: https://musical-treasures.tumblr.com/post/694134704948101120/jeremy-jordan-when-we-were-young-adele-when-we
Bonnie & Clyde Medley w/ Frances: https://musical-treasures.tumblr.com/post/694059561774186496/jeremy-jordan-and-frances-mayli-mccann-bonnie
AOM set: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2P75zO_Y-E
What You Own w/ Andy: https://musical-treasures.tumblr.com/post/694058609967005696/jeremy-jordan-andy-mientus-what-you-own
Frozen II: https://musical-treasures.tumblr.com/post/694058947225829376/jeremy-jordan-frozen-ii-medley-29th-august-2022
Encore: https://musical-treasures.tumblr.com/post/694058885053661184/jeremy-jordan-roles-i-could-play-in-the-london
They must release the pro-shot of this (please I’m begging). But if anyone has the second day, I’ve been looking for it!
The Cabaret (2023):
His most recent fully recorded concert (I believe). Pretty standard show. It’s not Ben at the piano, but actually his MD from the Broadway Cruise—they make a pretty good pair too!
Highlights: Princess Jeremy (yes, I just love this medley), erm this is embarrassing but I actually can’t quite remember much else standing out from this show (might change later if I listen to it again)
Bring Him Home: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxsdFG4zqFE
She Used to Be Mine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cx-gWWau4kA
Santa Fe: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlcMZp0TlRU
West Coast Tour (2024):
Most recent concert series :))). I think the setlist changed a bit between shows, but it looked really really fun. Fun fact, this is the first concert he’s done since I became a fan (minus a couple one-offs), so I was definitely hyper fixated on it hehe. We’ll see if more content crops up in the future.
Highlights: JJ and Ben: A Decade of Song, Newsies in Ten Minutes (aka my favorite vid on the internet right now)
Shiksa Goddess: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdCs3039SLI&t=5s
JJ and Ben Medley: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKWZEEH3YRg
Newsies Abridged: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sytv1huDms4
Santa Fe: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCDInP-2dLo
If you went to this show, I’m so so jealous. But if you happened to take a recording, I would be forever grateful and will trade very unfairly for it 👀
Well, those are all the concerts that I’m aware of (that have been recorded in some way), if you happen to have one (a recording) that I missed, please dm me! I would love to trade!
Now that I’ve basically fully revealed myself as a *pirate* (rip), I will see you in my next post hahaha…
#phew glad this is out now#it was a bit of a chore ngl#but i absolutely love jeremy's concerts and had to share#maybe i'll make a miscellaneous concert masterpost next#miscast reunions bpp etc#we'll see#again if anyone has concert recordings that are not in this post and are willing to share i be very interested 👀#jeremy jordan#ben rauhala
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💚WildWind💙 Incorrect Quotes
Sienna: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?
Fujin: ...Have you never taken a shower before?
Fujin : Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?
Sienna : What? Like J F K W S Q X-
Fujin : No, like, U R A Q T.
Sienna : Awwww!
Sienna : Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!
Fujin : The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.
Sienna : Stop.
Sienna : I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight.
Fujin : What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?
Sienna , already taking off their clothes: God, Fujin , you’re so fucking stupid.
Fujin: Sienna , you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?
Sienna , naked in Fujin's bed: No, I absolutely do not.
Fujin, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.
Sienna : Go fuck yourself.
Fujin , smugly: Sure, but only if you watch
Fujin: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.
Sienna : Hi, I’m ‘things’.
Sienna: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.
Fujin: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.
Sienna : Relationships should be 50/50. Fujin cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.
Sienna : Know why I called you in here?
Fujin: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.
Sienna: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?
Fujin : Are we fighting or flirting?
Sienna : I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-
Fujin: Your point?
Fujin, throwing their head into Sienna s lap: Tell me I'm pretty!
Sienna , lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.
Fujin: How do I tell Sienna that I want them to yell at me like they're Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?
A special thank you to @msbowser for recommending this website to me! 😄😄
Tagging: @ninibear3000, @vivilovespink, @huepazu, @krysta-cross, @theelderhazelnut, and anyone else interested!
#mortal kombat#mk oc#sienna#lord fujin#mk fujin#wildwind#incorrect quotes#had an absolute BLAST with this#loved these quotes and just had to share them with y'all#gonna do another one but with the shaolin baby bois
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HOUSE OF THE DRA.GON THE MUSICAL!
because @velcryons made a joke and now i HAVE to expand on it
IF YOU ARE NOT A MUTUAL OF MINE DONT EVEN TOUCH THIS
rhaenyra (young): renée rapp
rhaenyra (older): krysta rodriguez
alicent (young): sofia anne caruso or mallory bechtel
alicent (older): taylor louderman
viserys: ngl i have no idea
daemon: matt smith i listened to american psycho he can sing he can stay
rhaenys: lea solanga
corlys: daveed diggs
otto hightower: patrick page
lyonel strong: anthony rapp
harwin strong: josh groban (thank u els)
larys strong: gavin creel
laena: ariana debose
laenor: jordan fisher
mysaria: eva noblezada
rhea royce: kathryn gallagher
aemond: kyle selig
aegon: ben tyler cook
helaena: auli'i cravalho
jace: graham phillips
luke: andrew barth feldman
baela: ciara alyse harris
rhaena: olivia puckett
#this isnt everyone cause even tho im a musical theater nerd i dont know EVERYONE#this could be very cursed idk#went full 'its broadway suspend your disbelief on this one'#*[ OOC ] . . . growing strong
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Baldur’s Gate 3
Warning: none
Pairings: Ombra x Astarion
Characters: Ombra (my oc), Astarion, Gale
Summary: Ombra, a metal bender, is merely tolerating her new companions because she has other plans in her mind. One of these people disgust her to the core, but her depressed soul eventually find him “lovely”. Her busy, calculated mind can finally rest for one night. But does this vampire deserve her love truly?
Author’s note: Yay my first fic for BG3! I may post more drabbles like this untill I start posting the whole story of Ombra! I really love how these two work out together. Extroverted, charming boyfriend x introverted, also charming girlfriend.
Taglist: @vivilovespink @scentedcandleibex @darialovesstuff @confidentandgood @spacestephh @cyberneticsanguinaire @inafieldofdaisies @carlosoliveiraa @shegetsburned @bloody-arty-myths @zoetheneko @hi-thisiszira @admin-pipes @mitsuko-saito @malewifefirestar @krysta-cross @huepazu @cassietrn @breakfwest @nightbloodbix @middlechildwhoescapedthebasement @ninibear3000 @cyb3r-v4l @sinclxirx @gavincruikshanksexhusband @voidika @orbitinytheworld (writing taglist is here to be added/removed)
Out there around the camp, the fire was burning in my death; the death of my soul actually. The thick fabric of my tent was strong enough to shelter me for a while until I get rid of my stupid “companions”. Astarion, however, was the most stupid of them all.
I pushed away the fabric slightly to peeked at his tent which was a few meters away from mine. The gentle light of a lantern dimly lit his private place. He was awake; probably reading or taking notes. His voice rang in my ear.
“Even your spirit is of iron. I like that.”
I would be in a much more peaceful state of mind if he would shut his mouth for five minutes. But the more I explored in my heart, the more I realized that I would miss hearing his voice, his rich British accent, and the way his crimson eyes flamed with naughtiness.
I am always direct with my emotions. I either love someone to death, or I don’t even flinch if they are tortured in front of me. But my mind was beginning to be confused about him. At first, I loathed him just like how I felt about everybody else around me. He was no different. He was just a regular talkative, narcissistic, immature person who believed each and every one of his opinions were valuable.
But now, I couldn’t forget about the way his pale eyebrows rested, and his smile became true when he witnessed my monotone tone become a bit harsher when I was lol easily annoyed by others. When I pushed them away, and gave structres for our next move with a permanent glare on my face. And when I don’t seem to be bothered by the death of our companions.
If my calculations weren’t bteraying me, I would say that Astarion understood me, deeply. His guesses were seemingly right about the real person I was beneath these twenty layers of defense. This real person was as harsh as my outer facade, just even weirder.
I heard him stepping out of his tent, and I immediately closed the fabric door.
My heart raced in my chest.
I listened closely. His footsteps were approaching untill they stopped near the fire place.
“If it wasn’t for her analysis skills, I would not hesitate to throw her out of our way.” Gale whispered.
My lips curved donwards into a smirk.
“We owe her all this information we have gained untill now. Also, her presense is quite an entertainment for me.”
“Your opinion about her seems to be altering, Astarion.”
I didn’t hear him expressing anything as a response, istead he walked towards my tent. Quickly but silently, I crawled to my sheets, pretending to be asleep. A few moments passed after what seemed to be hours, untill I felt him sitting beside me. He didn’t say a single word, but his gaze weighed heavy on my figure.
“Are you asleep?” He murmured softly.
“…no… .” I replied with my eyes closed.
“So, may I?”
I opened my eyes to make sure he was not about to kiss me. Astarion gestured to my side.
“You may.” I crossed my arms, watching him getting comfortable next to me. He lied down on his side, and rested his head on his palm to hold it up.
“I couldn’t sleep either.” Slowly, he reached out his hand towards my face, and once he was not rejected, he shoved a wavy strand behind my ear. I wanted to grab his hand and keep it there, telling him how much I enjoyed this little act of affection. But instead I hid behind my stone face and kept glaring at him.
“Why?” I asked.
“Well, I was thinking about some certain things.” His voice trailed off as his eyes roamed down my body.
I kept looking at him, silently seeking explanation.
“Can I ask you something?” His grin faded away “Would you please don’t abandon us?” The blue cloud of sadness shadowed over his usually sunny gaze.
I raised my eyebrows in concern. “Who said I’m going to leave?”
“I am well aware that you are only tolerating this…” He searched for the right word. “…this companionship. I see that you are constantly looking forward to the tiniest chance to separate your way.” He put his hand on my shoulder.
“Stay with me, Atoosa. Please.”
My heart melted once Astarion called me by my real name instead of “Ombra”; a nickname so widely used by people that it had almost replaced the real one. It was just a simple Persian name untill he said it, and it was the most soothing lullaby.
And he just begged me to stay by his side not because he needed my iron bending powers and strategic mind, but because he’d miss me. Myself.
I frowned. “Why do you care?”
His eyes widened in shock. “We-well I am very sorry that I have found beauty in you! In your terrifying manners! In the way you don’t care about anything but your own goals! I am very sorry that I love you!”
My heart forgot to beat for a second. I did not trust my own ears. Astarion knew very well how to get what he wants by mere words. He knew how to fold those words in golden paper and sell it to you.
“Not all of your actions agree with that, Astarion. I’m not here to play your game.”
Suddenly, a large hand grabbed my jaw firmly, and forced me to look at him straight into the eyes. They were burning with anger and desperation.
“How many more days do I have to claw at any chances to save you from danger? How much more do I have to watch you from afar? How many nights do I have to stay wide awake horrified that you might leave us tomorrow? We two resemble more than you think.” Astarion closed his eyes and sighed deeply, loosening his grip around my jaw. “My apologies, darling.” He kissed where his fingers were pressed to although I did not feel any pain.
I leaned in and attached my lips to his. They were soft and cold. My heart beat blasted in my head as he kissed me back. The warmth of his mouth dropped on the dry skin of mine. Perhaps this time it was better to trust my heart, and let it rule over my exhausted brain. He was the angel to sew the bloodied feathers of my broken wings. He was the one on whose shoulders I could lean my head and sigh all my pain out without scaring him away.
I loved him.
“How can I just forget about you and run off?” I whispered.
Astarion chuckled, magnetising even more blood to my cheeks. “Ah, I knew you had a heart somewhere deep in your chest.”
I smiled. Astarion was the ray of sunshine through the thick clouds gaurding my heart.
All of a sudden, life was saturated with colors. I found joy in it.
For the first time in a long while, Astarion reminded me what happiness felt like.
#ombra the ironhead#bg3 ombra#my writing#baldur’s gate 3#baldur’s gate 3 oc#Baldur’s gate 3 tav#bg3#bg3 oc#bg3 tav#astarion#bg3 astarion#baldur’s gate 3 astarion#astarion x oc#astarion x tav#gale#gale of waterdeep#bg3 gale#bg3 fanfiction#baldur’s gate 3 fanfiction
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Doodles of my Rise!Alopex Krysta with a dash of ColdFire in @lara-cairncross Fairy AU I’d imagine the earrings are gifts from Mikey and my original idea was Mikey would see her frosting a Flower and become in tranced with the beauty of her powers contrast with his belief that he’s useless. But apparently Mikey isn’t that ecstatic about Winter Hollow so I’d imagine it’s now the other way around. I’ve also got a little colored Doodle of her in a Dandelion dress.
In the Mystic Prodigy AU her mutation granted her Ice Powers. So her being a Frost Fairy instantly was the first thing I thought of because of that. In that same AU she was injured protecting Mikey and that’s how she got those scars. Maybe here she was accidentally struck by Mikey’s powers and got them that way?
I’ll let @lara-cairncross decide if she likes it
I’ll give this a bit of rendering later
#rottmnt#save rise of the tmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise michelangelo#rise alopex#fairy au#mystic prodigy series#cold fire#winter fairy
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Top 6 Versions of Sleepy Hollow
Due to a mixture of recent events and the Halloween Season (I don’t know about you all, but it started almost a month ago for me), I’ve been on something of a kick lately for one of my favorite classic spooky stories: Washington Irving’s “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” For those who don’t know, the basic story goes like this: a schoolteacher named Ichabod Crane travels to a town in New York, called Sleepy Hollow (which is a real place, for the record), and has a series of adventures as he tries to woo a wealthy young lady - Katrina Van Tassel - and matches wits with his rival - the town prankster, Brom Bones. At the climax, Ichabod is attacked by a mysterious ghost known as the Headless Horseman. He ultimately vanishes without a trace, his fate left ambiguous.
I’ve loved this story ever since I was very small: I used to tell it to children in schools, and for me, no Halloween is complete without seeing at least one version of the tale on that date (along with Hocus Pocus, but that’s another story). Recently, I’ve been revisiting several versions, so I thought it would be fun - with October fast approaching - to share some of my personal favorite renditions. Now, I’m not talking about different editions of the book itself, with different illustrators and varying edits to the text. I’m talking adaptations for film, TV, theatre, and so on. So expect those sorts of things here. There’s not much else to say, so let’s get right into it: these are My Top 6 Favorite Versions of Sleepy Hollow!
6. Tarrytown.
This musical is actually the reason I wanted to make this a Top 6 to begin with, because I felt it would be a crime not to mention it here. Created by Adam Wachter, “Tarrytown” is a musical reimagining of the Sleepy Hollow story. There’s actually been a couple of attempts at creating a proper, full-blown musical based on Sleepy Hollow, but Wachter’s, in my opinion, is the most unique and intriguing. The plot of the musical essentially makes two big twists to the story: first of all, it takes place in the modern day, rather than the late 1700s. Second of all, instead of wanting the love of Katrina, Ichabod instead wants the love…of Brom Bones. Yes, Ichabod is a homosexual in this story. Brom and Katrina are already married, but their marriage has become an increasingly unhappy one. Ichabod, realizing this, and wanting Brom for himself, drives a wedge between them to try and force them apart for good. Brom - while ambiguous in his own sexuality - is ultimately still very much in love with Katrina. Brom wants to salvage the marriage, thus leading to the conflict that results in Ichabod’s fateful encounter with the Headless Horseman. Just like in the original book, none of the three main characters are really perfect people. None of them are purely awful, but they all have their own vices and faults. It’s a tantalizing modern reinterpretation. Unfortunately, I’ve never actually SEEN this musical, which is why it ranks so low: all I have to judge are a plotline written up on the show’s official webpage, and the recent Studio Cast Recording. The Cast Recording stars Andy Mientus as Ichabod, Krysta Rodriguez as Katrina, and Jeremy Jordan as Brom: all three are brilliant performers I absolutely adore, and they each play their parts perfectly. If nothing else, listen to that soundtrack: it’s more than worth it.
5. The FOX TV Series.
I only recently got back to revisiting this series, and while it’s not perfect, I actually do find I like it more in returning to it than I probably did when I first checked it out. Heavily influenced by the Tim Burton film version (more on that later), the FOX TV series “Sleepy Hollow” is a supernatural crime drama, similar to shows like “Lucifer” or “Supernatural.” In this version, Ichabod Crane is not a selfish schoolteacher, but a dashing Revolutionary War hero. After a battle with a monstrous soldier - who becomes the Headless Horseman - Ichabod is seemingly slain…but his wife, Katrina - a witch - casts a spell that causes him to reawaken in the modern day. Working as a consultant to the local police department, Ichabod tackles strange crime in the area, battling wicked witches, warmongering demons…and, of course, the Headless Horseman. While the show and its interpretations of the main characters from the story only bear the slightest of resemblances to Irving’s classic legend, I love the actors and the different story arcs the characters have. Tom Mison as Ichabod, himself, is particularly impressive. His physical appearance manages to both call the character of the book to mind while matching the basic vision of a charming war hero, and while his character is very different from the character in the story, he does bring a sort of energy to it that reminds one of the spindly schoolmaster’s many quirks in other adaptations, all while still having his own unique handle on the part. Altogether, the show is a crazy ride, but it’s one I’m happy to take.
4. The Hallmark Production.
Once upon a time, this version actually ranked more highly for me, but over time, I’ve seen more and more of its flaws. Having said that, it’s still an extremely worthy adaptation. Released in 1999, no doubt capitalizing on the hype around Tim Burton’s movie that same year (again, more on that later), this TV film production is basically just a straightforward adaptation of the original story, stretched out to fit a feature length. It doesn’t really change much from the original tale, unlike a lot of other “long” versions of the story, but simply expands on different things brought up in the book to create its plot. Like I said, this one DOES have some issues: the pace drags in a couple of places (though not especially badly; trust me, I’ve seen far worse), and it’s not really all that scary when the dark stuff comes up (partially due to the fact the Horseman is deliberately imagined as a more benign specter than in almost any other version), but it’s still got a great sense of atmosphere and some fine performances. Once again, chief among them is our Ichabod: the character is played by Broadway actor Brent Carver. In my opinion, Carver is the definitive Ichabod Crane: when I think of Ichabod, it’s Carver’s version I think of above all else. Out of the six renditions here, he simply looks, sounds, and all around FEELS the closest to how I, personally, imagined Ichabod Crane when reading the story. Carver almost singlehandedly makes this version as good as it is, and more than worthy of high placement.
3. Tim Burton’s Sleepy Hollow.
Once upon a time, I actually really, REALLY disliked this movie. Nowadays, I’ve softened up to it considerably: I now consider it an underappreciated masterpiece, the very definition of a cult classic. This is mostly because, back then, I didn’t really UNDERSTAND the film; nowadays, I do, and it has given me a whole new appreciation for what the movie wanted to accomplish. Arguably one of the most influential versions of the story, Tim Burton’s 1999 blockbuster is a drastic reimagining of the tale: in this movie, Ichabod Crane (played by Johnny Depp, because of course he is) is a detective, not a schoolmaster, who comes to Sleepy Hollow to solve a series of murders. At first, he believes they are the work of a mortal serial killer simply emulating the legendary Headless Horseman, but he ultimately comes to learn that the ghost is VERY real. With this in mind, Ichabod then changes course to try and determine why the spirit of the Horseman is committing these crimes, and thus uncovers a dark conspiracy at work in Sleepy Hollow. The movie is designed to be, in just about every respect, a Hammer Horror film. It is not simply an homage to those films, but in many ways, it feels EXACTLY like a Hammer Horror film made in the late 90s…just without Hammer’s brand name. Everything about this film - from the performances, to the aesthetic style, to the writing, and even to elements of Danny Elfman’s musical score - all feel precisely how I would imagine a Hammer version of Sleepy Hollow might have been like. And as I’ve come to adore Hammer Horror over the years, I appreciate the film more than I ever did before. I have also come to appreciate that, while the movie radically reinvents the legend, it also keep a lot of elements from the original story, and even references the Disney version, of all things, in a few places. It is a brilliant reinvention of a timeless classic, and deserves all the credit it gets, and possibly more. Ultimately, the only reason it isn’t higher is that I like the original story more. Plain and simple.
2. The Rabbit Ears Production.
This is quite possibly the most obscure entry on the list, but it deserves its upper-tier rank. Rabbit Ears was a company that produced a series of children’s books retelling various classic stories. The books alone were amazing, but this wasn’t the best part. Rabbit Ears also created a series of audio cassettes (yeah, remember those?) of professional readings of the stories featuring major celebrity actors. BUT THAT’S NOT ALL! The company ALSO provided DVD and VHS videos that essentially “animated” the illustrations of the books, with the professional readings as the soundtrack; these were sometimes aired on T.V., too. The animated shorts were low budget – basically just literal moving illustrations, as I said – but the series was extremely popular. Their version of Sleepy Hollow was nominated for several awards, including a Grammy, and actually won a couple! And by God, you can see why. What makes this version so wonderful, in every way, comes down to one word and one word only: ATMOSPHERE. This production is DRIPPING with atmosphere. More so than any other Rabbit Ear production, and, in fact, more than ANY version of Sleepy Hollow. That’s right, ANY version of Sleepy Hollow; even our number one spot can’t quite top it on the atmosphere spectrum! It is narrated beautifully by Glenn Close, whose voice lends a truly haunting and even mystical quality to the whole thing. Credit must also be given to Robert Van Nutt's illustrations. Even though the animation is minimalistic, the actual images are so breathtaking, and so drenched in the style of an old New England storybook, it lends even more weight to an already heavy work. And then there’s the music. Oh. God. The. MUSIC! Composed by Tim Story, this is frankly some of the most beautiful, breathtaking music I have EVER heard in connection to the tale. From LITERALLY THE FIRST FEW NOTES, it immediately grabs your attention, and immerses you in the haunting world of Sleepy Hollow. Quite simply, this is perhaps the most artistically beautiful take on the story out there. It seems to sort of be off-and-on YouTube, so if you’re lucky, you can find it for viewing there. Or you can purchase the DVD off Rabbit Ears’ website: your choice.
1. The Disney Version.
Alongside Tim Burton’s version of the tale, Disney’s take on Sleepy Hollow is probably the most well-known and influential. And to be honest, I’m more than okay with that. Narrated and with music performed by the immortal Bing Crosby, Disney’s version is essentially an animated pantomime of the original tale. What I love most about this version, as an adult, is how it handles the source material. You would expect Disney to change a lot of the story and characters, but surprisingly, this is one of the most book-accurate versions on the list. Most of Crosby’s narration is either directly quoted or paraphrased from Irving’s story, and the three main characters are not greatly changed from their original versions. No one of the three - Ichabod, Katrina, and Brom - is made out to be a pure-blooded hero, and no one of the three is made out to be a purely naty baddy. They’re all bad in their own ways, and good in their own ways. It’s kind of amazing to see Disney take such a sincere stab at things. At the same time, they do make the story more cinematic, injecting slapstick cartoon antics and creating a rip-roaring climax that might be one of the greatest finales to any Disney animated short of all time. The songs, though few in number, are all very fun and highly catchy: I still hum and whistle them to myself from time to time, regardless of the year. And, as you would expect, the animation is top notch. The short initially was released as part of the package feature “The Adventures of Ichabod & Mr. Toad,” where it was preceded by a short film version of “The Wind in the Willows,” narrated by Basil Rathbone. However, you can also find the short on its own, if you look around, or just skip to that part in the feature; it doesn’t affect much to do that. However you choose to watch it, it is a true masterpiece, just as classic as the story that spawned it. Without a shadow of a doubt, this is My Favorite Version of Sleepy Hollow.
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