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sparring-spirals · 2 years

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hello! "#im following an excellent fic atm for au BH/CK and its got an opal imogen dynamic i appreciate" which fic is this referring to? it sounds really interesting and i wanna give it a read :)

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Sure thing! Its Sky of a Million Stars, by @alphapockets. (Link to their own tumblr post for it here)

It's got real nice character dynamics and the translation to modern AU feels surprisingly real without losing the essence of each the characters, I think, (which can be pretty hard to do!). aka, the tones are Good and Fun and I always appreciate that :D

#modern AUs tend to be kind of hit or miss for me because transplanting backstory and relationships and. characters into a brand new context #is hard to do in a way that folks will universally recognize the characters. because a lot more of it comes down to personal interp #all this to say: i like this fic! nice fic. everyone Sounds Familiar to me.#spar speaks #ask away!#opal characterization in this fic is Nice. u enjoy it.#imogen temult #opal #ill maintag this but FOLKS BE GOOD AND POLITE #critical role #i also really like ashton in this fic #oh and orym and dorian are excellent ofc #that goes w/o saying but all the other dynamics are good too!!! nice.

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biorust-art · 7 months

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From one bag to another!

Hey yall, I just recently made Ashton's black side pouch for cosplay and uh, turns out it's relatively easy! You just need a few extra materials and nerves of steel for cutting into your official cr dice bag.

Tutorial under the cut! but ofc if there are any questions, just let me know. Image Descriptions tacked onto the images.

Material list: - CR Dice Bag (I used Ashton's cus i bought the dice and was like, woah the insides are purple just like they're side leg pouch! oh dang!) - Seam Ripper - Cloth the same color as the leather (or not! but you will need some cloth for the back.) - Purple and Black thread (I am assuming yall have a sewing machine, if not this will take longer, but it's not Not doable) - Needle -Seam glue/ Fray glue if needed - Snaps/ buckles/ whatever closures you want to use -Extra chain (though you can probably also use ribbon, embroidery floss or whatever else you have on hand.)

1- First step is carefully cut the seams using a seam cutter. This process does need to be exact if you're going to keep as much as the fabric viable to use.

2- Second step is iron everything out. The leather melts easily so please put something (cloth) over it to stop that from happening.

3- cut the fabric. The approximate end dimensions for the finished bag are: 5.5in x 4.5in x 1.0in OR 13.9cm x 11.4cm x 2.5cm Which mean you will cut the leather side into 4 parts.

Do Not Cut the one with the CR logo if you want to it decorate the front.

Look at the purple squares in the pic above. Do Not alter the width of the leather pieces, instead cut so you have two 1.5in (3.8cm) long pieces and one 3.75in (9.5cm) long piece. There Will Be Extra Leather Left Over.

Cut cloth in a 6in by 5in square (15.2cm by 12.7cm) (the extra .5in (1.27cm) is seam allowance)

4- Assembling. Look at the blue pattern I've drawn out above and lay out the bag pieces how they should be. Always sew with the right sides of the fabric facing each other. Sew the front/bottom of the bag (same piece) to the back, then sides to the front/bottom.

5- Add the purple/ contrast color/ lining of the bag. Determine where you want the contrast color to start (mine is a little less than 2in (5cm) away from the top) Sew the right sides together and then flip the fabric over.

Cut the excess so you have enough to hem (so the edges don't fray) (1in (2.5cm) or so, whatever you're comfortable with) and then hem it down.

You can do the same process with the sides, just be careful if you want the contrast colors to match up with the sides.

6- Sew the sides to the back, then the front. Once Again the right sides are together. I used a machine for this, but if the ends are too close, you can hand sew this in your preferred method (back stich, blanket stitch etc) And then you can turn it inside out and boom! bag looking thing!

7- Next up comes down to a lot of preferences. Hem the flap of the bag in the style you want (I put rounded corners in mine and messed up a bit lol) I have found the leather slips on the sewing machine and is a bit difficult! Be careful of this, go slow.

After hemming the top, you can use the round piece of leather to cut a strip (give or take an inch (2.5cm)) hem it if you want, sew it onto the bag with an X pattern if you want, you choose how you want the front of the bag to look.

I sewed on black snaps to close the bag.

8 - Add the bell's hells pendant. I used an extra chain I had laying around (in gun metal color to match) and simply sewed the chain onto the bag in a way I thought looked cool. Customize it! I imagine Fearne's bag would look cute with a peach ribbon, Laudna with some red string/yard etc etc! go ham.

this bag is going to be attached to my Ashton pants using more snaps but add more things if you want! Add a loop for a belt! etc etc.

I have never made a tutorial before so if there is anything unclear or missing let me know! and if you have tried this, show me how it went!

#Ashton Greymoore #Critical Role #cosplay #tutorial #bells hells #cr #critrole

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pstelwitchcraft · 2 years

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You know, I'm actually not normal about how much I love Orym of the Air Ashari (and Liam of the motherf*cking O'Brien but that's beside the point). I think it's something to do with the fact that, in theory, he's just... a guy. A little guy at that. He's the most normal looking out of this whole nightmare group of robots, dead ladies and werewolves, but he's still one of the more (if not the most) compelling characters on the table and the ammount of just straight up flavor Liam has put into this tiny dude is honestly insane.

And the deeper we get into it the more I love him, because he isn't just an ingenious little battle Master with some of the coolest action moments I've ever seen in D&D like trapping the giant monster with the magical rope (R.I.P) and battle ramming that guy off the motorcycle with his own body, he also sleeps curled up between a blue air genasi and a giant goat lady like a puppy, he piggybacks off Fearne's shoulders and tells her excitedly about their race before immediately passing out like a toddler that had too much sugar, he calls Ashton "Ash" and jumps on his shoulder to see better over all the other people, he calls dorian late at night just to tell him he's missed (and to listen to his voice again ofc, I'm watching you, Liam), he has a heartbreaking story that he literally carries around on his sleeve, and still he cares so deeply and is so willing to still love and protect other people it's impossible not to see in everything he does, and it's... UGH. I have no more words. Liam has me by the throat once again with another angsty blorbo and I'm not even mad.

#critical role #cr3 #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #orym of the air ashari #cr3 spoilers #cr3 e28 #bells hells

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 3 months

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Bisexual!Michael Masterlist

but then i hear u calling (there u are) (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 933

Summary: michael and luke have always been the closest. friendly kisses lasting no longer than 3 seconds are shared frequently between the duo- calum and ashton watching from a distance, almost admiring their friendship. until it wasn't a friendship anymore.

How You Get the Girl (ao3) - 1loulu5 michael/calum, michael/ofc T, 2k

Summary: “Wh… What does ‘castrate’ mean?” Michael sounded perplexed.

Calum laughed, “It means I’ll cut your balls off.”

“Oh-”

~~~

Michael calls Calum, his ex for the past 4 years, for relationship advice.

Not Just a Stupid Game (ao3) - coffeemuke michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: A game of truth or dare leads to Michael following through on a dare.

Paint Me - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton, michael/crystal E, 17k

Summary: “Holy shit, hold on a minute,” Calum says, “is that who we’re supposed to be drawing?”

“I can’t draw him,” Michael gawks, “I’m not a Goddamn renaissance painter.”

Or, the one where Luke is an art student practicing realism for a month and Ashton is the nude model in his portrait class.

Promise (ao3) - boomercal calum/ashton, sierra/luke, michael/crystal, calum/ofc M, 115k

Summary: Live music photographer Calum does one favour for a friend (filling in last minute for a show), and his life changes for good. Finding his muse, world-famous pop/rock sensation Ashton Irwin. He thinks once the shows are over, he can pack it in and forget all about it, but a Google search and a phone call set him up on a North American tour where he'll see the man every day... Too bad his Google search revealed the man of his every fantasy has a purity pact with God. So what's a..promiscuous young man to do? Repress it? Sure, that'll work.

Tangled in a Triangle (ao3) - orsumeuphoria michael/crystal/ashton E, 9k

Summary: “You ever have him like this, Crys?” Ashton asks. Crystal doesn’t say anything, but she must shake her head because Ashton continues, “Shame. I think you’d like it. He’s so pretty on his knees.” Michael keens. “C’mere.”

Crystal’s immaculate sneakers appear right behind Ashton’s boots.

The next command he gets isn’t spoken. Ashton only has to tap the base of his jaw for Michael to look up.

The image of both Ashton and Crystal towering over him, Ashton smiling softly and Crystal looking intrigued, is one he burns into his memory.

“Hi, dove,” Ashton murmurs softly, “Fucking missed you.”

The Blower's Daughter (ao3) - MyMy michael/calum, luke/ashton M, 13k (WIP)

Summary: “Did you need something else?” Michael inquires politely a little confused himself.

“I was wondering if I could get your number actually?” The stranger asks biting his lip into his mouth quickly.

“Oh sure!” Michael replies happily. He reaches around the register to the side facing the customer and feels around for the little stack of cards with the shop info on it and the logo embossed in solid black.

“Here this has the shop number right here.” Michael points to the tiny row of numbers on the card. “So if you need anything don’t be afraid to call, okay? We can do special orders as well so anything music related we’ll try our best to get it for you!”

The Gayest Thing I've Ever Done (ao3) - coffeemuke michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 1k

Summary: Band bonding crosses the line between normal and weird, and it's Luke's fault. But the boys don't seem to mind.

The Posse's Origin (ao3) - Jay_isnotokay calum/ashton, michael/ashton E, 6k

Summary: "...I've been apart of the princess posse for a few weeks now and I still don't how you two got 'initated' in the first place." Luke said.

"Alright, LuLu, have I got a story for you."

Or Luke wants to know how the posse started and, well, they tell him.

up to your mouth, feeling it out (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke, luke/ashton E, 9k

Summary: Ashton's the one who suggested it; after all, he would know how well Luke would do in the industry, since he spent most Friday nights with his best friend's lips around his cock. Luke, on the other hand, didn't know he would end up fluffing for a record-breaking pornstar who is like, really really hot, and definitely his type.

or, Luke is broke and has a talented mouth (and a tongue piercing).

your string of lights is still bright to me (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum E, 81k

Summary: Michael is struggling to be the father his daughters need. Until he meets Calum again.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #bisexual #bisexual!michael #bisexual!michael masterlist

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fairymint · 6 months

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OKay! everyone who has had some sort of bio before has one on the muselist now- at the very least barebones height, weight, species etc. the formats are inconsistent, but it's there.

All OCs have been given a short summary if they didn't have one, since characters like magnus, opal and quincy, and ashton kinda need context to make sense ofc! i apologize (not sorry) that most of the muses missing true summaries/bios are canon ones, but they'll be done later. I'm sick of looking at this + the ones i write are For Dummies and designed to describe the character out of context for accessibility, including any character growth from beyond canon.

also reformatted the layout to be less headache inducing, with 2 muses per row. a nice happy medium between longass list and busy-full pages;;;

#blog update #ooc.#remembered that i had actual bios to transfer and said....fuck it!!! so it was faster than i thought #but i still stared @ these much longer than i would have liked to tonight. ffffdfl #also there's a handful of muses who i need to fetch the icons for. namely acrid and fall guy i think

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in-superbloom · 3 years

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did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? (a.i.)

right where you left me: prologue

pairing: ashton irwin x olivia jones (oc)

warnings: uhh a kinda grieving theme i guess? but no deaths. it has a sad tone overall, but nothing major (in this chapter hehe). foul language because i can't help myself. the tiniest mention of alcohol, but as a memory. think i should probably warn you that this contains a very sad ash. also not much dialogues. this is mainly for explanation and introduction, but very important for the story. if you find anything else that might be triggering, please let me know so i can add it here !!

author's note: oof okay. so. this is the prologue of a series very very dear to my heart that i've been working on for what it feels like my whole life but really it's been just a few months. but i'm in love with the story (which rarely happens with my own writing) so i hope you can enjoy it too !! this is also my very first time posting a fic since 2013 so pls keep that in mind <3 no i am not shaking as type this ofc not also: although i have the full story ready in my head, this is the only chapter that's written. i wanted to wait until i had at least a few ready before posting this but i'm too anxious for that lmao just saying this bc it will take a good while until i have any more chapters, so <3 (p.s.: i went over this thing a million times since may so if you find any errors pls look away, i'm not fixing this thing anymore. thanks <3)

another note: anna from the future here to say that i completely forgot about the playlist i made for the story lmao here it is in case you're interested k thanks bye <3

credits: title is from taylor swift's song right where you left me. model in the picture: paola locatelli. banner by me.

i also wanted to take a minute to thank some really nice friends that i've made here over these past few months & that i'm extremely grateful for @wastelandcth @suchalonelysunflower @littledrummerangie i cannot thank you babes enough for inspiring me the way that you do & for letting me yell about this to you && for encouraging me so much 🥺 i'll never be able to explain just how much this means to me, so i'll have to settle for saying thank you at any change that i can get <3 i love you all 💜 also gem my baby, thank you for the inspo with the banner 💚

@bluesdelis look babe i did it 😌 you know how grateful i am for you & for you letting me have a breakdown every week about my writing for the past 8 years so let's not dive into that or else i will write something bigger than this prologue jsjsjdjd love you 🖤

i hope you all have a good reading and a nice day ♡

let me know what are your thoughts about the fic ! ♡

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Cold. That was the first thing that Olivia’s brain processed.

Still with her eyes closed, she buried herself more into the duvet, while her arm blindly reached for the furnace in human form that she calls boyfriend. However, as soon as her arm was only met with cold sheets, her eyes shot open.

Blinking the sleep away, she sat up on the bed, searching for the infamous red clock resting on Ashton’s bedside table that was supposed to look like a vintage alarm clock. Olivia had ordered it online at an auction website a couple of years back, as a gift for his 23rd birthday, since it was something he had mentioned multiple times prior that he was looking for, but still hadn't found. But when it finally came in (two weeks after the due date), it looked nothing like the picture she saw on the website. Feeling beyond frustrated, she wanted to send it back immediately and ask for a refund and maybe leave a not so polite review on the seller's page. But Ashton stopped her right away, laughing like the situation was absolutely hilarious to him, while saying, 'I like it, it’s quirky'. So, the clock stayed and found a home right next to him in their room.

Some days, however, she would wake up at some ungodly hour because of the blaring noise of the only ringtone the clock had. But whatever annoyance she could feel towards the object, it always vanished as soon as she felt Ashton's lips gently touching her face in a good morning kiss before he would get up to start his day, leaving her to catch some more hours of well deserved sleep.

As the furthest from a morning person as a touring musician could possibly be, Olivia had always feared that living under the same roof as Ashton would turn her into an early bird like him, but she's thankful that it never happened (not that he needs to know about that).

When she sees the red clock, she smiles at the sudden but welcome memories of them flooding her foggy brain, but frowns slightly when she realizes it reads 12:13 pm. Ashton rarely lets her sleep past 10 am.

Gathering all her strength and will, she rises up from the bed, smoothly picking up a grey wool sweatshirt from the chair (way too baggy on her slim body, but it smells like him), pulling it over her head and relishing on the soft material warming up her body. Making her way to the door and calmly going down the stairs, she can’t help but stop for a minute to admire the picture frames on their walls, one in particular catches her attention – probably one of the most prized pictures and memories they had. It felt older than it actually is, but it was around 4 years ago, she's sure – a little while after the two of them met. The picture was of their group of friends that still remains the same: Ashton and his best friend, Luke; Olivia, her best friend, Calum and their old hometown friend, turned into Calum’s new friend at college, turned into everyone’s friend, Michael; and her then newly band members, Suki, Eli and Ravi. Together, their group was the life of the party through all their college years, and it showed by the big smiles and drinks in hands they all had in the picture. It was a very special night, the first time Olivia’s little band played for the public – for a small audience sure, but it was a wonderful night nonetheless. What a long road it had been since that night.

Her nostalgic thoughts were interrupted by a shiver that went through her whole body, and it made her realize how oddly cold the whole house was, not only their bedroom. Which, granted, it was November in New York and the weather was just getting colder, but that’s exactly why Ashton always made sure to keep the house warm enough. As much as she loved the chilly season, the warm weather always reminded him of his hometown, and who was she to deny him that?

The smell of fresh made coffee could be sensed even before she reached the kitchen. Arriving there, the curly haired woman still found no signs of her boyfriend, so she went straight after the coffee maker pot sitting on the far left corner of the cream marble counter. Smiling softly at the tons of memories of Ashton's sleepy figure making their favorite beverage, she reached for a coffee mug on the cupboard on top of the counter and poured the remainder of the hot liquid on it (it's her favorite mug, if she must choose – it was a gift from a fan, and it had printed on it a collage of the pictures of her and Ashton that were posted on social media through their first year of relationship).

Moving to the glass doors that lead to the mini garden they cultivate, she didn't have to open them to spot the 6-feet-tall man sitting on a bench outside, looking oddly small in his oversized clothes, coffee mug tightly held between strong hands. Something about his figure made Olivia frown, however: he was staring with an unwavering look at her small but eye-catching pot of yellow daffodils that were almost as much of a pet to them as Stitch at this point. Sensing that there’s something definitely off about his semblance, she made a mental note to talk to him and find out what’s wrong later. So she goes back to the kitchen, knowing that he might need this quiet and private moment for himself.

She lost count of the minutes that went by (couldn't have been more than five) before she hears the garden's door opening and closing, and then his bare feet are dragging his brawny body to her. Except, he goes over to the sink, walking right through her, not showing any sign that he even saw her hunched figure over the counter table in the middle of the room.

Alright, someone's in a mood.

Olivia tries to swallow the annoyance already bubbling inside her – he knows how much she hates to be ignored, no matter how mad he might be – by trying to think of what she can say that won't piss him off. This is always a hard feat to accomplish when Ashton gets in these moods, but there’s a reason for them to work so well together.

“I missed my favorite body heater when I woke up,” she says in her best sweet voice, knowing how quickly his resolve crumbles when he hears that voice.

Still, no reaction.

That settles a worry at the pit of her stomach, because Ashton is never like this. Even when he's not in the mood to talk, he always gives some kind of reaction to her words; it doesn't matter how small, just enough to make her feel acknowledged.

When he's finished washing his mug and the few scattered dishes across the sink – she noticed that he already had lunch, if the lone plate in the drying rack is anything to go by –, he dries his hand in a towel, turns around and throws it on top of the same counter Olivia was leaning up against. Once again, he walks away not even sparing her a look.

Indignant, she leaves the now empty coffee mug on top of the table and follows him as he walks up the stairs, any determination to not aggravate his mood now well gone.

“Hey! In case you didn't notice, I'm right here. Whatever got you in this sour mood, I'm certainly not to blame, so can you stop being a child now and talk to me?!”

Ashton just keeps walking – more like sluggishly dragging his body – until he reaches their bedroom and suddenly stops just merely two feet inside the room, looking around with vacant eyes; like he was expecting to see something that wasn't there.

“Okay, that's really mature of you. Are you planning on ignoring me all day then?” Olivia questions exasperated, staring angrily at the back of his neck, where the condor tattoo lives – her favorite of his, but that sight doesn't bring her any peace today like it usually does.

Her glare only breaks when she hears the familiar sound of dog tags swaying on her right side. Shifting her gaze to the direction of the sound, Olivia notices Stitch, their small, black & white French bulldog – who she thought was outside in the garden – slowly trudging his way from around the bed until he stops at Ashton's feet, looking up at one of his humans with sad eyes. That realization only makes the worry in her stomach grow uncomfortably.

“Hi buddy,” Ashton's voice cracks a bit from the lack of use, but he smiles softly at the sweet dog, and crouches down to pet him.

Olivia can't help but gasp as she notices three things all at once that leave her overwhelmed: first, how she didn't even notice Stitch was in the room when she woke up – which never ever happens, in fact, most days he wakes her up whenever he deems her bedtime as finished and can't ever contain his excitement when she finally gets up; second, how the windows blinds are closed, which, again, rarely occurs under their roof, not if Ashton can help it. And third, how sad and melancholic the whole scene in front of her is – how sad and melancholic Ashton is. Pointless to say by now – that's also a very rare occasion.

A chill creeps up Olivia's spine, putting her body into high alert and also serving as a reminder of how everything looks out of place today. Trying to keep her head from spiraling down way too soon, she wraps her arms around herself and crouches down beside her two favorite boys, trying once more.

“Ash? Can you hear me?” even with her throat closing, she softly asks, purposefully putting her face in Ashton's point of view. Her only answer is the low whispers he's letting out to Stitch, while cradling the tiny dog in his arms, spreading gentle kisses on his head.

“I know, bud, I know. I miss her too,” is the only whisper she could understand and immediately wishes she hadn't. The weak wail that comes from Stitch's throat seems to fit perfectly with how the three of them feel.

Ashton then looks up and for a couple of seconds, and Olivia can swear he’s staring right into her eyes. But when he shows no reaction, she knows he’s just staring ahead and not at her, with that look that says there’s too much going on inside his head. She feels the urge to embrace him and get him to talk about whatever is on his mind, so they can share that weight like they always do, but when Ashton gets up from the ground and settles on the bed with Stitch, Olivia can physically feel the crack in her heart caused by the feeling she’s left with.

While Ashton is pulling the duvet over him and the dog, with clearly no intentions of getting up anytime soon, Olivia stands up on her feet with a new-found determination – she needs to figure out what the hell is going on.

This nightmare had to be just that, right? Nothing but a very vivid dream – she's had those before. Scary sure, but they always go away, and soon enough she's back into Ashton's arms, with Stitch jumping on the bed ready to lick their faces off. She just needs to wake herself up from whatever fucked up dream this is – right?

She's running down the stairs this time, frantically in search of something, of what exactly, she doesn’t know – but she knows she needs an answer. The more she looks for something, the more desperate she gets, not knowing what to look for. Then suddenly, something catches her eyes.

The white and blue calendar that's held up by magnets on the side of the fridge. She knows their calendar is red and yellow. They got it from their favorite flower market. Slowly, as if scared of what it might be there – “It's just a calendar, for fucks sake” – she approaches the damn thing. Upon inspection, she deems it as a normal calendar – she really doesn't know what she was expecting – until.

She knows what's wrong with it now.

It's November. She knows it, because the Asian and last leg of her first world tour is about to begin November 21st, eleven days from today. Right after Mike's birthday, she knows this.

Then why does the calendar say today is January 14th?

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Ashton woke up with a jolt. He quickly sat up, frightening the little Frenchie that was asleep right next to him on the bed. Trying to make sense of his surroundings, he roughly rubbed his face to get some sleep off of it and soon reached for the dog that was staring at him with sleepy but sad eyes. Ashton is sure Stitch understands far more than a dog is supposed to understand about their current situation.

The room is covered in shadows, almost pitch black, but he can see the sunlight even through the thick dark grey blinds covering up the windows. Ashton knows he won't be able to sleep again at that moment, so he gets up from the bed – much slower than he used to. His heartbeat is still out of control because of the nightmare that woke him up, but he can't bother to pay attention to it when Stitch is softly wailing beside him. Ashton lets out a ghost of a smile when the dog rests his head on his right upper thigh, looking up at him with an expression Ashton knows all too well.

“C'mon you little ravenous creature, let's feed you,” the bulldog excitedly jumps to the ground, already running his way down the stairs, not even waiting for Ashton to get up.

That gets a real smile out of him, but it vanishes as soon as he glances at the alarm clock on his bedside table. It reads 5:13 am, nothing out of the ordinary for him. But that small and inoffensive clock, with its red paint peeling off, holds a lot of memories for him. Memories that two months ago would bring joy to his heart, but now he almost wants to throw the object across the room.

It was a stupid thing, really. He had been wanting a vintage alarm clock and Olivia got one for his birthday. But the product they received was definitely not the one she bought, and if he's being honest, he didn't like it as much as he made out to. But seeing her so excited in the weeks before it arrived, and how disappointed she was when it did, he couldn't help but try his best to make her smile that luminous smile again. It's part of his nature by now.

That's also the reason why he lets her think that he doesn't notice when she wakes up at some ungodly hour (her words, not his) along with him, because of the annoying and only sound the alarm clock is able to produce. He always leaves soft kisses in every inch of bare skin he can find on her sleeping figure, so she goes back to the dream land and doesn't wake up before 10 am. No one wants to deal with that kind of bad humor, not even him.

As much as he likes being a morning person and absolutely enjoys her company in the mornings, he knows she'll take any and every extra hour of sleep she can get before starting the day. And that's why he loves that she's so stubborn that his early bird tendencies never got to her – he knows she feared that this would happen when they moved in together, but he met her like this, fell for her like this. He wouldn't change a single thing about her.

Ashton drags himself out of the bed, wincing slightly at how cold the wooden floors are under his bare feet. He doesn't bother putting some socks on, or a sweater – the cold weather in the house is uncharacteristically comforting to him. Nothing feels warm without her anyway.

While descending the stairs, he mentally curses himself for not being strong enough to look past the picture frames on the wall. One in particular catches his eyes – a picture from the night of Olivia's first concert with her band. The memories of that night are still painfully vivid in his mind: the laughter among their group that eventually infected everyone at the pub, Suki and Luke's first kiss and the silly smile that didn't leave his best friend's face all night, the standing ovation Olivia got after her three-songs set, and her captivating and breathtaking smile that made him realize right then and there, while watching her sway to the music, that he was definitely falling in love with her and there was nothing he could do to stop it – not that he wanted to.

So many memories held up on that wall, in the relatively short time since they met, that he can't help but wonder if that's all they'll get in this lifetime.

Ashton is abruptly taken out of his thoughts by Stitch's barks coming from the bottom of the stairs. He quickly jogs down the few steps left and goes straight after the dog's food in the kitchen's cabinet. After Stitch starts to happily devour his breakfast, Ashton goes to make his coffee, doing enough for two people like he always does, since Calum drops by most days for a chat or to drop Duke before going to work. Although all three of them know he just can't bother to make food for himself in the morning, while Ashton is the group's elected chef. Ashton always says he just needs a boyfriend – Olivia says Calum already has one who makes him breakfast every day.

He grabs an apple from the fridge and makes his way outside to their garden. Even though a lot of their memories took place there, the garden is the only space in the house where he doesn't feel like suffocating all the time. At least here, he can breathe some fresh air and look at the sky when he's feeling overwhelmed – which is basically all he's been doing for about a month now.

Yet, a lot of the garden has Olivia's name written all over.

He remembers vividly the day she came home after spending two weeks in LA doing some pocket shows, with a pack of daffodil seeds and the largest smile. She excitedly told him that a friend gifted it to her when she mentioned the little garden they were planning to build together at their new house. The friend told Olivia that daffodils symbolize rebirth and new beginnings, so as the good lover of symbolism that she is, Olivia loved the idea of having those flowers to symbolize their new beginning.

Ashton, on the other hand, wasn't a fan of the flowers at first – he just didn't see the appeal to them. But nonetheless, he indulged her, letting Olivia plant the seeds near the bench they used to sit during the quiet and unrushed afternoons, so they could admire the sunset, and she could happily look at the daffodils.

Pointless to say – the damn flowers grew on him.

Now, however, looking at them without Olivia and her contagious joy next to him, they were back to be as dull as they were before, if not more so.

Still lost inside his head without any sense of how much time went by since he sat down, Ashton doesn't hear the front door closing, and doesn't notice that he's no longer the only person inside the house until someone sits next to him on the bench. Yet, he doesn't show any sign of acknowledgement to them.

A few minutes go by before either of them speaks up.

“Luke said you didn't go to see her yesterday,” Calum starts softly, not wanting to disturb the calmness of the morning.

Ashton takes a few seconds to respond, “No point in doing that.” The black haired man licks his lips while thinking carefully about his next words.

“You know staying inside this house all day by yourself won't help either,” Calum turns his head to his left and takes a good look at Ashton's uncharacteristically hunched over figure, and immediately thinks that anyone can tell this man is not himself anymore. His second thought is that Olivia would hate seeing him like this.

“And what exactly do you expect me to do? Move on with my life like nothing happened? Like I'm not slowly and painfully losing the love of my life? Just because it’s easy for you doesn't mean it's easy for me.”

Calum closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He knows Ashton doesn't mean it, it's the anger and frustration talking. He knows it. Doesn't make it sting any less.

“I'm not telling you to move on with your life, because that's far from what I'm doing, and I certainly don't expect you to do it. I'm just saying you need to occupy your mind or else–”

“I'll go insane? Think it's a bit too late for that,” Ashton interrupts with a bitter tone that doesn't belong to his usual chirpy voice.

“You know it's not,” Calum sighs and drinks the rest of his coffee, moving his body slightly, so he's facing the blonde man, “I got a job interview for you at that school you talked about so much last summer, the principal said you can go any day this week. I went ahead and sent her your resume as well as explained everything that she needs to know about Olivia, so you don't have to. You just gotta put on some decent clothes and show up.” he sees Ashton's face softening a little and takes it as a victory. A few beats go by and then, “Maybe take a shower too. That's gonna make you feel better.” Calum leans in closer to his friend's personal space and takes a sniff, causing Ashton to deflect from him slightly, but not to push him away – another small win.

“Definitely take a shower, you stink. When was the last time your hair saw shampoo?”

“Fuck off,” is Ashton's only reply to the younger man's inquest. But Calum can see a smile creeping up on the blonde's face, which brings out a smile of his own.

“I'll send you all the details later today,” he checks the hour on the watch on his wrist and gets up, “Just please, Ash, go. I can't lose you too.”

Calum gently lays a hand on Ashton's shoulder and squeezes a little. The man doesn't look up, but gives a curt nod to his friend, who's satisfied enough. Calum stops on the threshold of the garden glass doors to give some kisses to Stitch – who came to make Ashton company as soon as he finished his food –, and then he puts the coffee mug on the dishwater. And soon enough, he's on his way out of the door. But not before snatching a tangerine from the fridge.

Ashton is left by himself once again. As he hears the sound of the front door closing, he thinks that this might be his life from now on. Just him and Stitch, trying their hardest to make it through another miserable day without the love of their lives. While everyone else comes by just to make sure he's still breathing. Breathing, maybe, but alive?

Swallowing the tears, he looks up at the sky. It's a deep, beautiful mix of orange, pink and blue, but he knows that it won't last long and soon the rain will be pouring down. He thinks about how much Olivia loves the rain.

God, he needs to pull himself together. She would hate to see him like this. Maybe he should take Calum's offer after all, he really needs to occupy his mind.

Making a mental note to thank Calum later, and also to apologize for how rude he was to him this morning, Ashton slowly gets up from the bench to put his mug on the sink and makes his way to the living room, with the small dog loyally following his every step. He puts on some cartoon that for once doesn't remind him of her (she always lovingly made fun of him for still watching those) and cuddles with Stitch on the couch. He can take a shower later.

Not half an hour goes by, he falls asleep and has a good dream for a change. He dreams of the days he spent with Olivia in the Philippines last February, right before her first world tour started. Some of the most magical days of their lives – surrounded by delicious food, a whole new culture to learn about and the warmth of the sun. Infinite counted days full of love and passion, where they were the only people in the world.

Even his subconscious knows to hold on to that brief moment of happiness, because he might never live that again.

#anna writes #perhaps she does write after all #alright i'm gonna go hide somewhere now bye #ashton irwin fanfiction #ashton irwin fic #ashton 5sos #ashton irwin x oc #5sos fanfic #5sos fic #ashton irwin imagine #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagine #anna writes: rwylm

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chamaleonsoul · 2 years

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Okay so, it's been two days since my 5sos show and I think I've processed it enough to talk about it and do it justice.

It was amazing. The place and the people were buzzing with energy and that translated beautifully into me barely being able to hear the band clearly because we were singing louder. I didn't know it was the biggest show of the tour until Ash tweeted it, and honestly the effort everyone in the crowd put into singing at the top of their lungs made me feel so proud.

Of course I knew they were a great live act, but being there and hearing it and feeling it was a whole another thing. They sound fucking good. They never miss a note whether is singing or playing. And Luke's voice is amazing ofc.

Some moments that took me by surprise (because the songs hit harder than I expected) were Complete Mess, Best Years and Lover of Mine. I got chills (specially during the last chorus of cm).

Moments that didn't took me by surprise (because I just knew) were Take My Hand<3 (that song speaks volumes to me), Red Desert (their harmonies right after Ash's moment is Something), Talk Fast (blessed), 2011 (because I'm a nostalgic bitch by nature), Jet Black Heart and of course Youngblood. Specially jbh made me feel and understand (again, i knew this already) how many lives they've touched with their music and fuck that makes me so emo i want to cry. I was expecting to cry then and there, but it didn't happen because I think I was too overwhelmed to do it lol

I also love, love, love the power they have live with songs like No Shame, Teeth, If Walls Could Talk and More. They go hard and I love that so so much (and I hope the new album keeps that energy somewhere).

Speaking of power and energy: Ashton Irwin. I'm not comparing, but I figured cake would take all of my attention (cos that's how it works) but, wow. Like, no. They did capture my attention for sure (Luke is literally unreal, he looks and sounds like an angel and Calum feels like he was made of marble and silver and gold) but Ashton —even though he was the farthest from me (like 15 meters or so), I was still jumping as high as I could (bear in mind the space around me was so limited during most of the show) just to watch him. And he has such... something as a 'front' man. This kind and bright but firm voice of command when he talks to the crowd and that was something to behold. It felt as if we were all in the palm of his hand, willing to do anything he asked us to. Even when a lot of people don't speak english, I could see everyone's willingness to just obligue him. (Needless to say I'm now completely enchanted and enamoured by him).

Moving on. Michael was so sweet and gentle, and plays so effortlessly like ?

So yeah. I love this band and their music but mostly I love the people they seem to be and their compromise to bring people together. I can't wait to see them again and experience this magical thing and hopefully meet them one day (fingers crossed).

#this is mostly for myself #this blog has served as a memory collector for nine years now. and that's probably not gonna change soon #but feel free to read if you want #personal #take my hand tour #my show #🤍

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Oh babe, do I have tea for you. This is fully a rant so by all means feel free to ignore/delete.

But man oh man

Context: my friends roommate got a crush on me (a very obvious one) and we went to a party during which I held his (and my other friends) hand as to not get lost in the crowd. That apparently translated to me "leading him on" when I, the next day, gently rejected him by saying I'm not looking for a relationship. My closet irl friend took his side, was off with me for weeks, only for me to find out not even three days after the party the same guy who's "heart I broke" was flirting and trying to get with my own roommate (which I didn't mind since ofc I didn't like him, which is why I rejected him, but he still made a big deal over it?? Even tho he clearly wasn't as "depressed" about it as he claimed??). When I decided to talk it out, I was made out to be the bad guy too!

I'm mostly mad, kinda sad, and just missing my CR boys because comfort characters, who can't you be real 😭 (tl;dr I hate my university sometimes)

"Not all men" You're right Dorian Storm, Ashton Greymoore and Mollymauk Tealeaf would never

- 🌸

OMG 🌸 Ty for sharing with me, I love uni gossip. Long ass reply incoming, lemme dissect this scalding hot tea and provide some of my own ☕:

First off, I'm sorry that you had to go through the miscommunication and drama. People can suck and make you feel sucky, but you're amazing and you handled the situation well!! You didn't lead anyone on; some folks romanticise people/actions in their heads and think simple platonic acts are romantic. You didn't give into pressure and stood up for your feelings which is something I only started to do in the last couple years. You deserve someone who's easy to read and who gets you, and who doesn't make you feel uncomfy or make you out to be the "bad guy."

You're doing great lovely, I hope things get better asap xx

Second, oh my gosh what is it with university??

Like, as of right now, I haven't had too much experience with relationships honhonhon because I wanted to look after myself and my studies. Pre uni, I had been flirted with and been on "not dates" that were in fact dates, but I only realised it after going on them lol #oblivious. But ever since I joined college, people who I have no interest in have misjudged my friendliness and mistaken it for flirting. And I'm just here like "🧍 I don't know what my type is, but it's not you lol."

I met this one dude on the first day, and we hit it off cuz he also watches Critical Role (I don't have any critter friends irl so I was thrilled!), but I ruled him off my potential suitor list because he mentioned that he was looking forward to getting black out drunk at his fast approaching prom(?) (it's not called that where I'm from but it's a universal word for a dance after your final year of high school before going to college idk idk), and I'm not really into that as a lifestyle but I was happy being a friend of his :)

I didn't hear from him for like a month cuz we're in different courses, but he randomly hit me up TWO DAYS BEFORE HIS PROM asking me to be his date and I replied "bro idk how to tell you this but I didn't even go to my OWN prom I have nothing to wear XD" (I celebrated my highschool graduation with my closest friends privately instead) But like, imagine if I had said yes. He would've gotten so drunk, possibly pass out, and I would be basically by myself, with no one who I knew around, for like five hours, at a venue two hours away from where I live. Basically in the middle of nowhere. Like no thank you: I'd be miserable x

Honestly I've experienced so much in my first year of uni life, but I'm hoping to be more active in clubs and all next year and maybe take a dip in the dating pool (and pursue someone I actually like) if I manage to scramble together some confidence 💜

Also I completely agree: the CR babes would treat you right, absolutely, 1,000% 👌

#mod poet #anon #anons #🌸 anon #i love getting tea in my inbox so if you have any to spare #please feel free to send it my way #first off dorian is a hopeless romantic and literally would have eyes only for you while being respectful about it #ashton would be blunt about how they are attracted to you but in a way that they'd also be chill remaining best friends with you #and molly would treat you like royalty like smh he'd have you as his main priority and make sure you feelings are heard and listened to #we stan 👏crystal clear communication👏#teatime with poet

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brokenhardies · 2 years

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shorter sheeva playlist

thus always to tyrants - the oh hellos

sheeva is definetly looking for someone, always -- be it gurge, herself or her party. as far as everyone knows, if sheeva’s by your side she’ll be loyal to you until either you or she dies

daredevil - fiona apple

bell’s hells has helped sheeva let out her adventurous side. although, this might just be as dangerous for her as it is good -- especially if she follows ashton’s path :’)

grow - the oh hellos

two oh hellos songs in a row? they just really fit sheeva. this is the style of music they would listen to if they had a music playlist in the modern era. anyway, i feel like sheeva has a lot of feelings they keep bottled up -- which is not healthy and they need to let off some steam

touch the sky - julie fowlis

the ranger song. if you think ranger, 9 times out of 10 you’re thinking brave or aragon. i think sheeva is very much a softer merida, but they definetly will get the chance to chase the wind and touch the sky someday

the amputees - tindersticks

this may seem like my ‘travis picking songs with wolf in them’ choice however this is about sheeva’s connection to her parents, and how it was severed after their death and her arm. she doesn’t WANT them back, however it still hurts looking at the missing limb and realizing that wasn’t the only thing she lost that day

the fall - half alive

angsty song. bell’s hells may be more open about secrets than the mighty nein, but i definitely can see that sheeva’s hesitant to drop the whole backstory no jutsu on the group. also ‘waking up in surgery’, because ofc

the mother we share - chvrches

this is about two mothers -- sheeva’s mother and avandra. i imagine that in spite of the fact they don’t know much about why avandra chose them, sheeva sees the goddess as a surrogate mother after her biological one died

sick of losing soulmates - dodie

adjusting to bell’s hells is still so hard, especially when dorian left and bertrand well... died. but they’re just as fucked up as sheeva is, so the camaraderie is quite needed.

the moss - cosmo shelldrake

nature is a big part of sheeva’s class, so several songs on her playlist revolve around nature and the earth. she felt quite uncomfortable in jrusar, mainly due to how... unnatural it was?

southwood plantation road - the mountain goats

road trip song! if sheeva had a music player this would be what would be playing as they left jrusar with the bell’s hells. also while this song is about a failing relationship, this could also be sheeva’s loyalty to the bells!

grow - conan grey

sheeva’s been a character who felt defined by her trauma, as well as her dispersion between timelines. now? she gets a chance to grow.

#OC: Sheeva #story: soldier poet king

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midnightash · 4 years

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Midnightash’s Masterlist

Any posts containing a * next to the title, means it has swears and or any mature topics

Any posts that have a ^ next to them will mean it has possibly triggering topics and of course will have a summary so you’re able to see what, before reading

Requests are open! Im open to writing pretty much anything unless I say otherwise :)

Of course I’ll be adding to this as I write more!

4/4 blurbs or fics:

Making you feel better // 4/4 blurb

Calum:

Better be home soon - Calum Hood

Summary: You start to really miss Calum while he’s on tour, so he takes it upon himself to surprise you.

Ashton:

Superbloom - Ashton Irwin

summary: This is a request from a friend of mine! “@butterfliesluke Make one where you and Ashton are listening to Superbloom for the first time together” + “ one where Y/N and Ashton are doing photoshoots for Superbloom”

Blurbs:

Late Night Cuddling // Ashton Irwin

Wearing his shirt for the first time // Ashton Irwin

Luke:

Better Man // College! Luke Hemmings AU

Summary/notes: College roommate Luke, finally decides to tell you his feelings for you, not knowing you have felt the same towards him.

Sick Days // Luke Hemmings

Summary: Luke isn’t feeling too well so you help him with lots of cuddles and love.

Lie To Me - Luke hemmings

A request: Can you please write a luke imagine in which him and the reader are exes and ended things very badly but she’s cals best friend and they have to see each other almost every day because of it and its all angsty and stuff? You can choose the ending yourself 🤍

Michael:

Lie To Me // Michael Clifford

Summary/Notes: Michael comes back to you after a tough breakup letting you know you’re too unforgettable for him to leave.

Drive // Michael Clifford

Summary: Michael sees you hurt and does all of your favorite things to help you. I really suggest listening to Drive (Ofc by Ashton Irwin) while reading this.

Headcanons:

Dating Calum would include:

Dating Ashton would include:

Dating Luke would include:

Dating Michael would include:

Cuddling with Calum would include:

Cuddling with Ashton would include:

Cuddling with Luke would include:

Cuddling with Michael would include:

Moodboards:

Luke Boyfriend Aesthetic

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford edit #luke hemmings #5sos masterlist #5sosedit #michael clifford #luke #5sos fanfic #calum #luke 5sos #lukehemmingsedit #5sos edit #5 seconds of summer masterlist

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insfirebunny · 4 years

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I was tagged by @mark-tuan-and-jinyoung-lover thank you so much, sweetheart 💕

I haven't seen you around for so long, are you OK?

Nicknames: Bun, Bunny, Bunbun, baby, Soph, Sophie, Sofa, Zosia, Osia, love and many more

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Height: 175cm (5'9 or so)

Last thing I googled: things designed by people who do not have to clean them

Song stuck in my head: Dandelions by Ruth B

Number of followers: I just hit 160 omghshsdkhs HOW, THANK YOU FOR STAYING IN THE TRASH CAN WITH ME, EVERYDAY IS A DAY WITH MY NEW FIXATION, ENJOY 👀👄👀💅��❤️

Amount of sleep I got: umm... 6 hours? Or 5? Not bad

Lucky number: 4 and 13... Or so I believe

Favourite song: um... Currently it's scar by Ashton Irwin

Dream job: uh... Existing one where they would pay for my work... Like I don't wish for much, just hire me

Aesthetic: Plants, long silver earrings and dark dresses..?

Favourite author: currently it's Melinda Salisbury

Favourite animal noise: purring cat

Random: I miss my Chinese teacher and her lessons 😔✊🏼❤️

Btw apparently you should tag 17 ppl so I'll try to, but you don't have to do it if you don't want to ofc

I'm tagging @haremofparkjiminsmh @rinef @diminie-s-jagiya @petunia1622 @whitesparrows97 @aquietkindofthunder @ditttiii @pizza-sso

#stupid bun #ily #ty #tag

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