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astralis-ortus · 27 days

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it feels impossible (it's not impossible)

✱ bestfriend!bc × gn!reader

— 'cause you are the one i was meant to find.

w.count → 2k genre → romcom, fluff warnings → minor cussing (as per usual, heh), chan refered to as chris a.n → i'm usually not the type to write this long simply because i'm easily distracted and have the tendency to abandon projects, but hey! this one prevails :] hopefully next time i can write even longer fics<3 ⋆ see masterlist

honestly, you thought you were going crazy when the same melody restarted on chris’ speaker for the nth time today. it’s not that the song is bad—you do actually love ‘rewrite the stars’. you’re a fan of the movie, much like chris is, but putting the song on loop? for hours a day? for weeks? your sense of fanship isn’t that strong, especially when the song’s been out in circulation for years now.

“you wanna hear a theory?”

your question easily turns chris’ focus away from the endless papers he had to grade by the end of the day and towards you, raising an eyebrow to the sudden break of silence. his eyes visibly twinkled, contemplating if he should entertain the idea of putting on his regular-26-year-old suit over the professional-high-school-teacher ones he’d been in for the past couple hours or so.

well, to be fair, chris hasn't even been focusing on the pages of essays he needed to check. not when his mind has been preoccupied with something—someone—else.

“shoot,” he eventually replied with a lopsided smile etched on his lips—head cocked to the side when he finally decided to shut the screen of his decorated silver laptop, offering you his entire attention. “it better be funny or entertaining, considering i’m risking losing my hearing to my kids’ complaints for not returning their papers on time tomorrow.”

“oooh, pressure,” you mocked, a wide grin appearing on your face while you try to ignore the rush of tingles under your skin when you noticed the way chris referred to his students as ‘my kids’—something he’d always done and so do you, but somehow had a different effect on you as of recent. “believe me, it’s something fun,” you hummed with a shrug, mirroring chris as you set your laptop aside.

chris’ pair of charming dimples came into view upon your confident reply, fully immersed in the stage you’re setting up. fabric of his gray couch, one where you two had been slowly melting into for a few hours now, gently rustled when chris fixed his posture, less from lazing around and more into focusing on you and whatever nonsense he believed you were going to say. the glint in his eyes grew brighter by the second, both from anticipation and excitement.

“tell me.”

it felt like spring—when the flowers were in bloom, the breeze was blowing ever-so-gently against your warm cheeks, and the swarm of butterflies were surrounding you with its pairs of fluttering wings.

chris made you feel like spring.

“gee, tone down the excitement, mr. bahng,” you inadvertently shifted away, silently praying to whatever force ruling the universe that chris wasn’t aware of the way your heartbeat spiked to his playful grin. “don’t want to disappoint you there.”

”as if you could ever,” chris promptly refuted with a chuckle, chin resting on the palm of his hand. the way his playful gaze was directed right at you, framed by those loose curls of his, proved to cause your heart more problems than ease. “the ever-so-perfect you? a disappointment? really?”

”oh shut up,” you groaned, half wanting to wipe the cocky smirk off his face—or…?

”but then—if you say so, do tell me,” frown on your forehead instantly dissipates, replaced by a mirror of his lopsided grin when you figured you could turn the bullet right back at its owner,

“am i perfectly on point when i say you’re in love?”

despite the slight pang on your heart, you couldn’t help but giggle at the way his face fades into surprise, a shade of blush slowly creeping on the top of his cheekbones.

the topic of love was never really something you discussed with chris. sure, you two met each other in college where hormones were bursting through the roof, but neither you or chris was interested in dating anyone—you with your slowly budding crush on chris, and chris with… god-knows-what he’s interested in. you never pried, for the sake of not making things awkward. that's your norm, and how you’ve spent your last 7 years with chris.

you and chris remained friends, which at some point evolved into best friends (you now, by the hey-i’m-bored-at-2am-let’s-hang kind of standard), and somehow, you two happened to land a teaching job within the same district around the same time. chris went to teach a reputable high school in the area, while you pursue your dream of teaching kids. you hang out at each other’s place every other day, despite the time you spent together consists mostly of being nose-deep in your respective workload.

the topic of love still was something foreign—you wouldn’t deliberately bring it up other than around the occasions when wedding invites stopped by yours or chris’ doorstep.

maybe, it’s time to change that.

”…huh?”

chris is thoroughly perplexed.

”oh come on, don’t even try to lie,” with a smile decorated with victory, you finally teased the man across. “it’s all written on your face, you know,” you continued, fingers gesturing to your own, “but also, your choice of song. god, do you even listen to anything else when you're in love?”

“but i'm not!” he yelped, facepalming himself upon realizing the shift in his tone is a dead giveaway of his true voice. “god—no. i'm not,” he added meekly, shaking his head, “you know i love the song. that's all.”

”fair enough,” acknowledging his plea, you briefly nod, “but that doesn’t justify the way you’ve been keeping the song on repeat! and don’t you think i don’t remember the few other occurrences when you did the same, because i knew for a fact that something happened every time you became distant after going through this rewrite the stars cycle!”

if his face were flushed before, then you’d categorize this new shade apparent on the tip of his ear as a what-the-fuck-i’m-screwed kind of blush and frankly, seeing this new side of him kind of made you regret not bringing the topic up sooner.

”you remembered?” his voice sounded more of a squeak rather than a proper question, still hiding behind the safety of his palms. “no you don’t! that was ages ago!”

”so things did happen!” your grin turned into a laugh, drowning chris’ groan and series of disapproving no when he realized he just bit into your colorful, glimmering bait. “gosh—why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone? i was kinda hurt whenever that happened you know,” you purse your lips dramatically, “i lost a friend to talk to and never exactly know the reason why until today.”

“oh,” chris blinked, finally looking right at you with a puzzled gaze, “you… were? i mean—i’m sorry i hurt you. for the record, i wasn’t dating anyone. i just kinda assumed, you know, since you were dating someone else anyway i thought—“

”hold up—“ both statements rolling off of chris’ lips inadvertently made you hold up a hand, stopping the latter on his tracks. ”what?”

now both of you are puzzled.

you? dating someone?

”i just wanted to give you space,” chris reiterated, hand now awkwardly resting on his equally red nape, “figured you’d want that since me being around will likely bring trouble for you and the person you were dating.”

”but… i haven’t dated anyone since we became friends?”

you’re thoroughly confused.

”wait, what?” chris shook his head in disbelief, “what do you mean you haven’t dated anyone? what about the notes? and the flowers? and the chocolates too! what do you—what do you mean?”

nevermind, now you’re thoroughly confused.

”the ones from back in college?” your memories were not exactly as clear as you expected it to be, but you do remember receiving those gifts a few times due to its absurdity. “that was all from the rich ass kid i tutored! the one who i told you kept teasing me about never receiving any valentine's day gift? that kid? they sent me those gifts as a prank!”

“…what?”

the amount of ‘what’ you two have said in the past few exchanges is ridiculous.

”god—you thought i’ve been dating and never told you?” you finally pieced the puzzle together, incredulous. “and that’s why you distanced yourself? dude, are you serious?”

”well i just assumed!” chris raised his hands in defense, equally as incredulous as you are, “to be fair, those are usually gifts you get for someone you like! how am i supposed to know it’s from the kid you tutored? you never tried to told me!”

”you could’ve asked?” you stated, as-a-matter-of-factly. sometimes, despite that brilliant brain of his, chris could be quite the foolish one between the two of you. “besides, i thought you knew! you literally read the cards!”

”wha—how do you expect me to digest any of that when i was under the assumption someone i like is dating someone else!”

silence befalls chris’ usually cozy living room, leaving the soft resounding melody that hadn’t stopped as the only sound filling up the space. you’re not even sure if your ears were actually catching the right words falling from his lips; it felt too much like a fever dream. judging from the way his eyes turned wide, however,

you might have heard him correctly.

”you… like me?”

you never imagined you’d piece those words together, much less directing them towards chris. hell, even by remaining as friends was enough for you—having him to yourself was not something you thought would ever happen in this lifetime. you’re happy as you were; you’re content with being friends.

chris, on the other hand, is still visibly trying to digest the events that just unfolded around him. from the misunderstanding to unintentionally confessing his feelings, this was not how he expected his Sunday evening to be. all he wanted to do was be near the one person he’d been secretly nurturing his feelings for, praying that maybe one day he’d finally muster up the courage before everything was too late—but this was not how he expected things to turn out.

”i’m sorry,” he finally croaked, breaking the suffocating silence whilst also being too embarrassed to even look you in the eye, “i know it’s weird—from the misunderstanding to, you know, what i said. i never intended for you to find out about it this way. i understand that you don’t feel the same way, it’s okay, you—“

”oh shut up,” you capped his ramblings short, catching chris off guard. it’s not often you cut him off when he speak, so when you do, he knew you meant it.

“just, what?” you sighed, fingers begin massaging the throb on your temple. it’s hard to decipher what you’re currently feeling as a whole, but one thing you know for sure— you’re especially bothered by his last statement.

“chris, how would you even know what i feel if you’ve never even asked me?”

you watched through his pair of curious eyes as thoughts ran inside his mind, slowly deciphering what you meant with the sudden calmness in your voice.

“uh,” finally managing the train of assumptions in his head, chris then looked at you—only now, with a glimmer of hope reflected in his eyes, “do you... like me? like, more than just friends?”

and to that, you finally nodded.

“yeah, you dumbass. for the longest time.”

watching the way chris’ smile bloom easily turned you into another smiling mess—not missing the giggles nor the flush on your cheeks and all. It feels dumb, realizing that you’ve been into each other for forever but never realizing it because of some stupid misunderstanding.

“and i like you too,” chris reiterated, his goofy smile erasing any trace of worry that was present on his face just a second ago. honest to god—you thought you were falling in love all over again for chris.

“in that case...” he shrugged before outstretching a hand, trying his best to play things cool despite the growing excitement in his eyes,

“will you officially be my partner in crime?”

sound of your laugh only fuels the warmth spreading within chris’ heart—and it felt like the way he spent all those countless nights, wishing that one day the stars would eventually align for him finally paid off as you held his hand in yours, smiling brighter than any stars ever discovered.

“gladly.”

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elegantsplendour · 10 months

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Of Blossom and Betrayal

Sunmary:

AU: Green victory, the realm called for a new queen after Queen Helena's demise

Seraphina Tyrell did not belong to the worldly realm of Westeros; a lone child conceived of loyalty, love and devotion. A beacon like her attracts the darkest of souls, in the darkest of times.

💌 Aegon Il Targaryen + Aemond Targaryen

Warnings: manipulation, abuse of power, mentions of rape, slight underage, explicit sexual content , dub con, violence. Specific warnings will be added at the beginnings of each chapter.

Unlike in my other two stories, Aegon in this story is CANON. Read at your own discretion.

Comments and reblogs make the author jump and dance like crazy 😜

Word count: 2.5 k

Prologue

Chapter 1: King’s Landing.

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It has been almost a week since Seraphina and her family had arrived to King’s Landing. Leaning on the windowsill, her golden locks shimmered, kissed by the sun’s golden embrace filtering into her room in the Red Keep. The ardors of the journey from Highgarden seemed hardly worth it now, she pondered, letting out a soft sigh. Her intended, Daryn Hightower, was nowhere to be seen, held back by the sudden illness of his mother in Old Town, while Lyonel and Jayne, preoccupied with socializing and testing the waters of the new court, have confined her to this chamber ever since her the news of Daryn’s absence, permitting only Lancel to visit her.

Of course she had protested relentlessly. From the first day since she stepped into the Red Keep, her father had arranged their own guards to hide her while other ladies arriving in their glamorous carriages descended with the most luxurious of embellishments, giggling and gossiping about the king’s pageant.

Lyonel had warned her of not exiting her chamber unless absolutely necessary, “We do not wish you to capture the king’s attention.”

Her eyes lingered from the musicians playing in the garden where she spotted her cousin Cornelia Lannister and friends, who were laughing and sipping tea, to the smoky centre of the royal city, where mystery and curiosity peeked Seraphina’s mind. The Red Keep, with its countless chambers, had seemingly conspired to hide her in its most inconspicuous tower, transforming her room into a luxurious, yet isolating, sanctuary. Perhaps, she smirked, they were gossiping about the scandalous ongoing pageant. Even her, the lone bird locked away from the festivities, had captured whispers of the comical incidents, especially the one where her cousin Cornelia faked to faint into the King’s arms, where she was captured y Prince Aemond, leaving her to Princess Cassandra Baratheon’s furious gaze.

She breathed, captivated as her gaze swept across the meticulously crafted garden. Her eyes wandered through the garden, where a symphony of hundreds of flower species bloomed in perfect harmony, their visual allure leaving anyone who took the time to admire them mesmerized by their allure. Yet there was something about this place that at the same time excited and unsettled her.

Gone were the carefree laughs of her handmaids, replaced by measured, refined chuckles. And the gentle melodies from her homeland's distant fields gave way to the practiced compositions of the Red Keep's finest musicians.

It was undeniably exquisite, perhaps a touch colder in its perfection. Yet Seraphina always sought to find the beauty in everything, sometimes to her own detriment.

She smiled as her eyes found her parents, giving a subtle wave. Lyonel was deep in conversation with Lord Hightower, father to her prospective betrothed. Their amicable gestures spoke of mutual respect. Meanwhile, Jayne sent a playful wink her way. Lord Hightower, following Jayne's line of sight, offered Seraphina a warm nod.

A moment later, Seraphina sighed as she watched their figures disappearing from behind the trees.

Now, back to solitude, again.

She pouted slightly and rested her head on the other side of the elbow. That was when she caught the glimpse of the lavender gaze meeting her startled emerald eyes sharply.

Not one-eyed, short hair.

It could only be one of the only two surviving Targaryens other than the lenient imprisoned dragons, the two youngest sons of the fallen false queen, the King himself.

Her hands quivered instinctively, the intense gaze of the man her parents warned her to avoid at all costs was to her strange, dangerous and beautiful, just like the alluring garden of the Red Keep.

An inundation of emotions surged within Aegon as the enigmatic maiden with hair kissed by the sun, whom he had been pondering, locked gazes with him without flinching. A smile graced her lips – not a mere gesture of politeness, but a vivid and authentic expression, complete with small dimples that adorned her cheeks.

Aegon stunned momentarily as the Lord Hand Tyland Lannister greeted him and went on and on about how unfortunate the accident with his daughter Cornelia was. He rolled his eyes impatiently and interrupted his words, quickly returning his gaze to the window from the high tower. She was already gone.

"I have little interest in Cornelia right now," Aegon asserted, not even attempting to hide his annoyance. "Who was that maiden? Do you have another daughter hidden away from court?"

Tyland's brows knitted in confusion as he traced Aegon's line of sight. Another Lannister? Why would the king assume such? And then realization dawned on him. The woman must be his niece, the offspring of his estranged sister who'd defiantly married the younger Tyrell son. Who would've guessed that the lesser Tyrell would ascend to lordship after the unexpected death of Bryan Tyrell?

"My king, I have but one daughter," Tyland offered cautiously, crafting his words. "Perhaps that maiden is of Lannister lineage, but not of legitimate birth."

"In such grand accommodations within the Red Keep?" Aegon's voice dripped with skepticism. "Spare me. Find her. Immediately."

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“Where did you go today?” Lyonel, followed by Jayne, bursted into Seraphina’s chamber asked furiously.

“Father? What is it about?” Seraphina gasped in surprise, putting down her book, “Nowhere. I stayed as you instructed.”

“The king had requested your presence tomorrow at the ball,” the lord Tyrell swallowed hard, his tone serious.

Seraphina’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth, trying to explain to her father what had happened and process the significance of this news.

“I saw him in the garden today,” she confessed and lowered her head, “Silver hair, violet eyes. It must have been him.”

Lyonel paced the room, his agitation palpable. His hand wiped the perspiration from his brow as he grappled with the implications of her confession. Seraphina had rarely seen her father display such vulnerability. She rose, her heart heavy with guilt, attempting to touch his arm in a gesture of solace.

Jayne stepped forward, her voice soft yet firm, "We'll arrange a gown befitting the occasion."

Lyonel, without another word, exited the room, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. Was he trying to salvage the situation? Or was he evading confronting his daughter about her unintended mistake?

Seraphina stood in front the door for a long time after Lyonel departing figure. She sobbed quietly.

This wasn’t the first time she had put her family in this situation. She remembered how her parents, even Lancel, looked at her with pity and rage when she brought the two injured Hightowers to the castle. All she had ever done was acting on her instinct of kindness, simply in the way she had always been treated.

On the other side of the Keep, Aegon sipped from his cup, chuckling and gasping. His hand grasping the hair of the blond maid as she sucked him off eagerly. His mind wondered in the memory of that girl’s sweet smile, her adorable dimples. Her emerald eyes, of the colour he had associated with rigid rules and his family’s control over him, blinked with such purity and vibrance.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he felt himself getting closer to the edge.

The little maid is a skillful one, he smirked.

“Look down,” he growled.

Of course he didn’t want to see the whore’s face. He watched the honey coloured lock bouncing on his cock, imagining it was her soft and inexperienced tongue wrapping around his cock while her green eyes meeting his unabashedly with love, committing the most sinful acts with the purest of intentions.

“Good girl,” He patted the her golden lock. He frowned as he felt the rough texture of her hair, the one of servants and lowborns, dragging him back to reality.

“Slower,” the king ordered, “Pretend,” he laughed cruelly, “That for one night, you aren’t this pathetic dirty cock sucker.”

Aegon winced as he felt the one of the maid’s reaction to his words with her teeth accidentally grizzling on his member. He clenched his jaw in pure lust and fury, “Fucking forget it. Worthless whore.”

He grabbed her hair violently and pushed her head to his cock at an agonizing pace. Now, he didn’t have to avoid her eyes. Why would he now? He enjoyed her fear and helplessness.

A short moment later, he pushed her away roughly, causing her head almost dropping to the cold stone floor.

“Out.”

Aegon didn’t even bother to notice her whimpers as she quickly exited from his chamber.

All of his children were dead.

Aegon tried to not think of it, but the ghostly memories of their memories still haunted him.

Both Maelor and Jaehaerys brutally slayed. Blood grinned while being tortured in the dungeon, “A false king with no heirs. Will you make your bitch daughter heir? Pretender? Oh the irony.”

It was the first time Aegon killed a person. Aemond cut off his tongue while Aegon plunged a dagger in the rat’s heart.

Jaehaera followed her mother’s footsteps. Some of the whispers say that when Queen Helaena threw her self out of the window, the princess ran after her with tiny footsteps, crying, “Where are you going muña?” As the she took the final step to embrace her mother, she met the same fate as her.

He seized the half empty cup and engulfed the wine furiously, battling to bury the confused emotions inside his head.

If the gods gave him a chance to see his children again, would he take it? He was not sure.

He smacked the cup on the wall as the memories of the consummation with Helaena flooded his mind.

The rage of being played like a pawn by his mother and grandsire plagued him since he had turned ten and three? Maybe?

He had hated them, despised them even. The resentment still lives as strong as ever, but it didn’t stop him from relishing absolute power.

He had the power to take what he wanted, and he will take it. The Tyrell girl was not an exception.

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The following day, powdered ladies gradually filled up the opulently decorated Great Hall. The omnipresent oppressive political undercurrent was now replaced or rather, masked by a seductive lavishness adorned by intoxicating scents of the finest foods and the rarest of performs.

There she emerged.

Seraphina, bathed in soft, radiant moonlight, like a fae of ethereal beauty. Dressed in a flowing gown of finest silver that captured the celestial light, her appearance was as though a star had descended from the heavens.

Her emerald eyes searched and travelled through the bewitching party.

There.

An enormous, sprawling banquet table laden with gleaming silver and crystal, groaned under the weight of exotic fruits, roasted game, and the finest wines from the far corners of the kingdom.

Here.

A soft murmur of violas and lutes echoed from the corner, where minstrels played enchanting melodies. The music was captivating, a symphony so sweet and subtle, it urged even the most reticent to sway. Nobles, dressed in lavish silks and satins adorned with precious jewels, twirled and spun in a beautifully choreographed dance, their movements as fluid and graceful as the notes that filled the air.

“Lady Seraphina Tyrell.”

Seraphina turned her head quickly and met the voice behind her.

Him.

The man her parents had warned her to stay away from at all costs.

“Why have you asked for me, Your Grace?”

Her abrupt question laced with softness and naivety caught the king off guard. Aegon chuckled at her audacity, placing a hand on her cheek, enjoying the pliant of her skin and innocence of her widened emerald eyes.

“I wished to know the beautiful creature who had the misfortune of being hidden away,” he breathed on her neck.

His hands started tracing on the delicate flesh of her waist while his eyes searched hers in amusement.

His brows quirked as she giggled, relishing in his touch comfortably. Her genuineness and purity laid her like an open book and a mysterious riddle.

As Aegon grew up, he never cared enough to read other people. And when he was crowned king, he was free of the obligation to read the lesser beings anyways. Everyone, from the lowly servants to the members of Small Council, racking their brains to deduce what pleased, angered, saddened or excited him. Yet at that moment when the Tyrell rose reached his hand audaciously while her emerald eyes blinking like an ethereal star fallen into the realm of mortals, Aegon desired to conquer, exult and own every inch of her angelic mind.

“Are you…” she asked, her voice sweet but firm, her pink lips curled and cheeks flushed, “Going to dance with me?”

Aegon’s heart skipped a beat, he smirked with an exaggerated bow, his mischievous smile making her giggle. "Might I steal the honor of this dance and perhaps your undivided attention for the night, my lady?"

Blushing, Seraphina hesitantly put her arms around his shoulders, “Only if you promise you can dance as well as my brother Lancel.

Aegon watched her giggle fearlessly, his throat throbbing with contained desire.

Seraphina bit her lips slightly as his silence, “Am I too forward, Your Grace?” She chuckled agin, her gaze still fearless and vibrant, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t behave as if I was around my brother all the time. I am sorry.”

With a low chuckle, the king seized her waist to the dance floor, “I have to admit,” he tilted her chin playfully, “I am horrified by the thought of you treating me like a brother.

Seraphina’s face flushed like an apple at his implication. She recalled when her mother spoke hopefully about her union with Daryn, honourable, handsome, courageous. Maybe it was wrong to be so intimate with the king while being so close to be betrothed to another.

Maybe it was wrong, but for that moment, she did not care. She kept moving, taking the lead, unintentionally surprising the lord of the Seven Kingdoms with her boldness, swirling the confusing thoughts away.

As the last note faded, Aegon rejoiced while Seraphina was oblivious to the jealous murmurs of the courtiers and their disappointed daughters.

“I had a delightful time, Your Grace,” Seraphina bowed, but barely, sweat from the dance glistening on her forehand like pearls, “I really do wish to see you again.”

She enjoyed the dance.

She was happy.

He made her happy.

The repulsive memory when he forced himself on a maid the first time. Her screams, fear and hatred that she could have only kept herself had made him even angrier. And he turned that rage onto others, again and again, simply because he had could.

He stared at her unwavering smile. So pure. He thought.

She desired him.

She appreciated him.

She expressed it fearlessly.

She was fragile yet powerful.

“Are you betrothed? Seraphina?”

“No,” She shook her head, biting her lip before whispering, “But father is speaking of it. Maybe… I will marry Daryn.”

“Daryn Hightower?” The king scoffed and nodded, a smirk on his face concealing the plans in his head.

“Wait.”

Seraphina pointed at the tall figure conversing with Princess Cassandra, “I’ve met him at Highgarden. Prince Aemond.”

“I was once supposed to marry him.”

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fictitouscore · 5 months

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#FICTITIOUSCORE PERFORMANCE !

Find VENUS at ... @venusvity

VENUS struts onto the FICTITIOUSCORE stage with their usual unwavering confidence, getting into their starting poses, Baebi in the center as usual. This is their first music show performance for their "VENUS VICTRIX" era, being one of the three title tracks they'll perform over the next three months.

The dimmed lights intensify the anticipation, and a mesmerizing silhouette of the five members of VENUS appears on stage. Dressed in unquie denim dresses, mimicking the Japanese idol style, something Flowerbank artists are known for at this point.

"겁이 나서 시작조차 안 해 봤다면. 그댄 투덜대지 마라 좀," The girls sing in a low harmony, a confident smirk on Jiah's lips as the camera zooms in on her. She nods at the camera.

"Victrix." Smoothly, Jiah slides into her new position,moving Bliss to the center of the stage. Bliss, with her striking presence and electrifying energy, takes control as the beat intensifies. Her every move is deliberate and precise, each step oozing confidence and power.

As the group sings "주저��면 기회는 모두 너를 비켜 가. 가슴 펴고 나와 봐라 좀," Bliss glides across the stage effortlessly, her body swaying in perfect harmony with the music.

Her fluid movements command attention, capturing the essence of their empowering lyrics. Her smooth and confident dance style exudes an air of sophistication as if she were a seasoned veteran on the stage. As she raises her arms above her head, her fingers gracefully splayed like a blooming flower. With a striking look into the camera, Bliss cocks a brow as if she's challenging the audience before a playful smirk grows on her full lips.

"Venus is back," The eldest sings with her baritone voice, causing the crowd to go crazy as the beat drop comes in, ushering in the first verse of the song.

Chloe, known for her incredible vocal range, takes center stage, her voice soaring above the melodies with a clarity that sends shivers down the spines of those listening. Her passion radiates from every fiber of her being, her eyes sparkling with the joy of performing.

Sena, usually restricted to supporting roles in the group's songs, stands beside Chloe, her heart racing with nerves. The music fades away, leaving only silence in its wake, the girls' vocals only to be heard.

Chloe effortlessly demands the stage, singing "'Cause the girls, bring the boys out," with her usual strong and distinct vocals. Her breathing can be heard in the mic which she prefers so people know she's singing live.

With a deep breath, Sena steps forward, her voice blending harmoniously with Chloe's. "Girls, bring the boys out," The pair sing in unison, their notes getting higher and higher every time they sing the line until they both hit a crescendo.

The members of VENUS can't help but wear proud smiles on their faces, witnessing Sena shine like never before. Baebi raises her thumb up just at her hip, signaling her support and approval like a proud mom, her eyes shimmering with joy. Sena catches Baebi's gesture, and her heart swells with a mixture of gratitude and accomplishment, giving her an excited thumbs up back amid their choreography.

The girls end their performance with a strong ending pose. Jiah and Chloe back to back on the right, Sena and Baebi back to back on the right, and Bliss in the center.

When the camera ends up on Chloe for the ending fairy, she laughs, still trying to catch her breath but she never passes up an opportunity to be cute, making her hands form C's and putting them on top of her head to resemble bear ears as she nods her head side to side cutely. The camera moves to Baebi next, making her smile brightly, waving to the camera excitedly before blowing a kiss to the camera and ending with a sweet finger heart in front of her face.

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dustedmagazine · 10 months

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Bonnie “Prince” Billy — Keeping Secrets Will Destroy You (Drag City)

Photo by Urban Wyatt

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Will Oldham’s latest album as Bonnie “Prince” Billy has a deceptive simplicity. It is mostly framed in casual, campfire strumming and homespun stringed accents. Its lyrics scan in a predictable, folk-infused manner, following steady rhythms in waltz-time and four-four; they are delivered with wry, unflappable confidentiality, however surreal or fanciful they turn. Keeping Secrets feels like, itself, a bit of a hidden gem, murmured at you rather than shouted, a quiet one but a grower. You might imagine a family gathering, after dinner, playing for the joy of it, a vibe that Oldham captures in his understated single, “Crazy Blue Bells,” when he croons, “Someday when there’s time to sing, a few of us will gather, and raise a voice to anything because everything matters.”

This is not to say that there is anything austere about Keeping Secrets Will Destroy You. On the contrary, these songs bloom like an old-fashioned garden, outwardly modest but wafting heady perfume and color in your direction. “Bananas” is a gentle knock-out, as it buzzes with glorious, dizzying harmonies (Dane Waters sings back-up) and ends with an operatic high note, hushed but also astonishing. “Blood of the Wine” drapes lush folds of string sound over its minor key jitter, skittering jewel-like mandolin trills over Appalachian lament. Oldham benefits from some real skill in his backing band, which includes Sara Louise Callaway on violin, Kendall Carter on keys, Elisabeth Fuchsia on viola and violin, Dave Howard on mandolin, Drew Miller on saxophone and Dane Waters singing.

Of course, Bonnie “Prince” Billy’s casual music get together is better than yours will ever be, because of who he is, a master of whimsy and existential dread and a consummate constructor of metaphor. That’s on the verbal side; he is also quite good at melody. His songs curve and flower in pleasing ways that are not quite unexpected, but not a cliché either. They sound familiar when you hear them first and burn in slowly over multiple hearings.

On the verbal side, I’d give the nod to “Willow, Pine, and Oak,” a gently coruscating examination of human failure, cast in the form of an extended meditation on trees. Here are willows, sucking up all the water, and pines, showy but prickly and oozing resin, and oaks, the best by far, on the basis of strength and constancy. It’s the sort of extended metaphor that is simultaneously exact about its subject and its larger poetical applications, and instead of quoting the words, I urge you to just listen to it once or twice and here how well it does what it does. The melody of this song is lovely, too, with swooning lashes of string sound and the most subliminal kind of harmonies. It is sort of perfect despite the degree of difficulty. If I were a diving judge I’d give it a 10.

For sheer sonic beauty, however, the prize is harder to award, so let’s split it between haunting “Bananas” and more ebullient “Behold! Beheld!,” both quiet and unassuming but full of grace. It’s a gift to be simple. Keeping Secrets is that sort of present.

Jennifer Kelly

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miraakulous-cloud-district · 1 year

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⭐️ have a star, talk about whatever you want ☺️

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Thank you so much for this <3 <3 <3 !!

One thing that I really want to talk about is ship symbolism in 'Wherever you go, there you are'.

Miraak and Ravonna are the main ship, and I've been thinking a lot about their symbolism, and for the longest time, I thought they were a sun/moon ship, but that never really seemed right to me. In a way, I could never say that it is truly a sun/moon ship, because while Miraak is definitely the sun, the gentle healer sunshine boy who brings life within the souls of all who spend time with him, I think Ravonna is a bit too cheery, loud and jolly to be the moon. But I've figured it all out now and I've been dying to talk about it!!!

They're sun/storm!!! I don't even know if this ship dynamic exists, but it makes so much sense to me!! I've always said that Ravonna is a storm. For some people, storms are scary and terrifying, and she can definitely be scary and terrifying, especially as a master destruction mage! The things she can so with magic are crazy. Others, may find storms a nuisance, something bad, an inconvenience. I'm aware that Ravonna may not be everyone's cup of tea: she is loud, sings sea shanties waay too much and she is impulsive and preposterous, not to mention how tight she holds on to her grudges, but really, under that charming and funny persona, there is someone who is also hurting, grieving, feeling deeply, falling in love etc. She has her own internal struggles. And while storms may be bad in some people's eyes, they are the most beautiful thing mother nature can do in others' eyes. I'm saying this as a person whose favourite weather is definitely a good summer thunderstorm :))).

The thing is, storms are beautiful. There's beauty in chaos, there's patterns, there's peace, there's melody all within a single storm. And storms bring growth, for how can growth occur without it? How can the grass grow and the flowers bloom without rain? That's her to everyone she cared about, and especially to Miraak. She is both his savior and his enemy. She hurts him, but she also nurtures him.

Even the way they look and their aesthetics fit withn the sun/storm! We have Miraak, who is a blond Atmoran with warm, gentle, honey brown eyes and a smile so bright it alomst hurts and we have Ravonna, the pale nord with long black hair who almost always dresses in big purple mage robes. Her eyes are of emerald green, just as the colour of moss, a thing that grows where there is humidity.

And I'll add just one more thing because this is turning into a big essay, but yes, sometimes the sun makes the storm go away and yes, sometimes the storm eclipses the sun, but it is a rare moment when they both occur at the same time, and it is truly beautiful to see the sun shining through a storm. They seem to be completing each other, even if it is unlikely. As unlikely as is the whole miraak/ldb ship, because what were the chances of the first and the last to fall in love and get together?

#thank you so much for this I really needed to get it out of my system #very proud of this ship dynamic #ask game #wygtya #wygtya stuff #miraax x ldb #skyrim fanfiction #miraak #miraak x dragonborn #oc: ravonna #ravonna my beloved you will always be my favourite storm

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once-was-muses · 2 years

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Multimuse Playlist Meme

Repost, don’t reblog! Tag however many other multis you know/feel like and list one song per each of your muses that you feel best expresses them!

01. Abe Sapien : Atlantis by Donovan

02. Ante : Waiting Room by Fugazi

03. Antonio da Vinci : Sins Of My Father by Tom Waits

04. Catwoman : She's Always A Woman by Billy Joel

05. Crazy Quilt : This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody) by Talking Heads

06. Copperhead : Stuck In The Middle With You by Stealers Wheel

07. Dedan : Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother

08. Dr. Leland : Suzanne by Nina Simone

09. Dr. Phosphorus : Crawl Out Through The Fallout by Sheldon Allman

10. Eraser : Middle Brother by Middle Brother

11. Fright : Control by Halsey

12. Gentleman Ghost : Renegade by Styx

13. Goswin : The Dreaming Dead by Jesse Sykes & The Sweet Hereafter

14. Jackdaw : Redondo Beach by Patti Smith

15. King Tut : Death Don't Have No Mercy by Rev. Gary Davis

16. March Harriet : Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel

17. Mr. Bloom : Flower's Grave by Tom Waits

18. Nyarlathotep : Life's A Gas by T. Rex

19. Onomatopoeia : The Intro And The Outro by The Bonzo Dog Band

20. Pegleg : It's All Over Now Baby Blue by Marianne Faithfull

21. Phantom : Phantom's Theme (Beauty And The Beast) by Paul Williams

22. Rag Doll : Bottom Of The World by Tom Waits

23. Saint Walker : Come Sail Away by Styx

24. Salaak : The Logical Song by Supertramp

25. Two-Face : None Of Us Are Free by Solomon Burke

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Tagging: @lilaxwine

#[ I'm sorry for the surplus of Tom Waits but no I'm not 💙 ]#dash games tag tba

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thedupshadove · 2 years

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Genderbent Hadestown: Part Two

The second part of an ongoing project of mine, re-working the lyrics of Hadestown for a hypothetical genderflipped production.

Any Way the Wind Blows

Fates

Oooooooo, Ooooooo (etc)

Hermes

Eurydice was a hungry young boy, a runaway from everywhere he’d ever been

He was no stranger to the world, no stranger to the wind

Eurydice

Weather ain’t the way it was before. Ain’t no spring or fall at all anymore

It’s either blazing hot or freezing cold, any way the wind blows

Fates (Eurydice)

And there ain’t a thing that you can do when the weather takes a turn on you

‘Cept for hurry up and hit the road, any way the wind blows

Wind comes up, ooo (Do you hear that sound?)

Wind comes up (Move to another town)

(Ain’t nobody gonna stick around when the dark clouds roll, any way the wind blows)

Hermes (Eurydice)

You met the Fates; remember them? (Anybody got a match?)

Always singing in the back of your mind (Gimme that)

Wherever it was this young boy went, the Fates were close behind

Eurydice

People Turn on you just like the wind. Everybody is a fair-weather friend

In the end, you’re better off alone, any way the wind blows.

Fates (Eurydice)

When your body aches to lay it down, when you’re hungry and there ain’t enough to go ‘round

Ain’t no length to which a boy won’t go, any way the wind blows

Wind comes up, Oooo (And sometimes you think)

Wind comes up, Oooo (You would do anything)

(Just to fill your belly full of food, find a bed that you can fall into)

(Where the weather wouldn’t follow you, wherever you go, any way the wind blows)

Hermes

Now, Orpheus was the child of a...muse. And you know how those muses are.

Sometimes they abandon you

And this young girl, she wore her heart out on her sleeve. You might say she was naïve to the ways of the world.

But she had a way with words, and a rhythm and a rhyme, and she sang just like a bird up on a line

And it ain’t because I’m kind, but her mama was a friend of mine.

And I liked to hear her sing, and her way of seeing things. So I took her underneath my wind.

And that is where she stayed. Until one day...

Come Home With Me

Hermes: You wanna talk to him?

Orpheus: Yes

Hermes: Go on. And Orpheus?

Orpheus: Yes?

Hermes: Don’t come on too strong.

Orpheus: Come home with me.

Eurydice: Who are you?

Orpheus: The girl who’s gonna marry you. I’m Orpheus.

Eurydice: Is she always like this?

Hermes: Yes.

Eurydice: I’m Eurydice.

Orpheus: Your name is like a melody.

Eurydice: A singer. Is that what you are?

Orpheus: I also play the lyre.

Eurydice: Oh, a liar, and a player too? I’ve met too many folks like you.

Orpheus: Oh no, I’m not like that.

Hermes: She’s not like anyone you’ve met. Tell him what you’re working on.

Orpheus: I’m working on a song. It isn’t finished yet, but when it’s done and when I sing it, spring will come again.

Eurydice: Come again?

Orpheus: Spring will come.

Eurydice: When? I haven’t see a spring or fall since...I can’t recall.

Orpheus: That’s what I’m working on. A song to fix what’s wrong. Take what’s broken, make it whole. A song so beautiful, it brings the world back into tune. Back into time. And all the flowers will bloom. And when you share my life...

Eurydice: Oh, she’s crazy. Why would I just...share her life?

Hermes: Maybe because she’ll make you feel alive.

Eurydice: ...Alive? That’s worth a lot. What else you got?

Wedding Song

Eurydice

Lover, tell me, if you can, who’s gonna buy the wedding band

Times being what they are; hard and getting harder all the time?

Orpheus

Lover, when I sing my song, all the rivers’ll sing along

And they’re gonna break their banks for us, and with their gold be generous

All the flashing in the pan, all to fashion for your hand,

The rivers gonna give us the wedding band.

Eurydice

Lover, tell me, if you’re able, who’s gonna lay the wedding table

Times being what they are; dark and getting darker all the time?

Orpheus

Lover, when I sing my song, all the trees gonna sing along

And they’re gonna bend their branches down to lay their fruit upon the ground

The almond and the apple and the sugar from the maple

The trees gonna lay the wedding table.

Eurydice: So, when you sing your song, the one you’re working on, spring will come again?

Orpheus: Yes.

Eurydice: Why don’t you sing it, then?

Orpheus: It isn’t finished.

Eurydice: Sing it. You wanna take me home?

Orpheus: Yes.

Eurydice: Sing the song.

Orpheus (With Chorus joining in)

La, la-la-la, la la la

Laaa, la-la-la, la la la

(etc)

Eurydice: How’d you do that?

Orpheus: I don’t know. The song’s not finished though.

Eurydice: Even so, it can do this?

Orpheus: I know.

Eurydice: You have to finish it!

Lover, tell me, when we’re wed, who’s gonna make the wedding bed

Times being what they are; hard and getting harder all the time?

Orpheus

Lover, when I sing my song, all the birds gonna sing along

And they’ll come flying from all around to lay their feathers on the ground

And we’ll lie down in eiderdown, a pillow ‘neath our heads

The birds gonna make the wedding bed

Eurydice: And the trees gonna lay the wedding table

Orpheus: And the rivers gonna give us the wedding band

All: Ooooooooo

#Hadestown #Genderbent Hadestown

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