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ur-local-anti-hero · 25 days

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Speak now (Marauders' version) Masterlist

Hi! this is the first time I'm posting in the Marauders fandom, and as my formal application I decided to write a series of different one-shots and drabbles based on Speak now :)

Therefore I present to you: Speak now (Marauders' version), in which each song has its own piece of writing for a diffent marauders era character.

Here is the masterlist, I'll be uploading it weekly, (at least once a week). First piece of writing will be up tomorrow.

Some clarifications: reader is fem! unless stated differently. English is not my first lenguage, so some mistakes are bound to happen, if you spot any don't hesitate to politely reach out.

If you want to be added to the taglist send me a message or ask!

Mine - Remus x reader

Remus swears he's never been more in love. "Flash forwards and we're takin' on the word together, and there's a drawer of my thing at your place" "You are the best thing, That's ever been mine" Domestic fluff

Sparks fly - Sirius x Pure blood Slytherin!reader + What happened after.

Dating a Black was not the problem, the problem was that is Sirius, a known bloodtraitor. “I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild. Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right” Hurt/comfort

Back to december - Remus x reader

Remus feels like he will regret that night the rest of his life, the marauders convince him to do something about it. “So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you, Saying I'm sorry for that night" It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine” Hurt comfort, second chance romance

Speak now - James x Malfoy!reader

If the marauders are against something, its agaisnt pureblood families ideologies. Sometimes that implies to wreak havoc on a white veil occasion. “So don't say yes, run away now, I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door. Don't wait, or say a single vow, You need to hear me out” Hurt/comfort, Fluff, arranged marriage

Dear John - Regulus x reader

Maybe you should have listened to your best friend's warning about Regulus, you didn't. Now you just have to deal with the consequences. “Maybe it's you and your sick need To give love then take it away. And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors, Who don't understand" "And I'll look back and regret. I ignored when they said, "Run as fast as you can" Angst

Mean - Lily x reader

You had some words you'd like to say to Snape after he insulted the kindest girl you've ever met "All you are is mean. And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life" Hurt/comfort

The story of us - Sirius x reader

Sometimes your relationship with Sirius looked like a contest of who could be more prideful, but this time it's gone too far and all you want is to have him back. "This is looking like a contest, of who can act like they care less. But I liked it more when you were on my side, the battle's in your hands now." Angst, fluff

Never grow up - Wolfstar x daughther!reader (No voldy au)

Remus and Sirius watch their daughter grow up and wish she could stay as their little girl forever. “Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple. I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart. And no one will desert you, Just try to never grow up, never grow up” Fluff

Enchanted - Remus x reader (Soulmate au)

As soon as you saw him walking through the door you knew you'd love him forever. His first words only verified it. Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?". Across the room, your silhouette, Starts to make its way to me The playful conversation starts, Counter all your quick remarks Like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you” Fluff

Better than revenge - James Potter x reader

Maybe fake dating your ex's best friend wasn't the best way of getting revenge "The story starts when it was hot and it was summer, and I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause She took him faster than you can say"Sabotage"" Fake dating

Innocent - Regulus x reader

After he realized what his parents have done Regulus can't help but breakdown, good thing you are there for him. “Did some things you can't speak of, But at night you live it all again. You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now, If only you had seen what you know now then" Hurt/comfort

Haunted - Remus x reader

Remus' worlds shifts entirely when his worst nightmare becomes true and he isn't sure if he is ever going to be able to look at you again when he is sure he has destroyed your life. “Something's gone terribly wrong, You're all I wanted.Come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone, Can't turn back now, I'm haunted” angst hurt/comfort

Last Kiss - Sirius x reader

Breaking up with sirius was the hardest thing you've ever done. You can't help but miss the way his lips felt against yours. "I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets. How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something, There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions” Angst

Long live - poly!Marauders x reader (Band!Au)

All your hard work as a band has led you and the boys to this moment, nominated as the best new artist and attending one of the most prestigius galas in the music industry. “I passed the pictures around, Of all the years that we stood there, On the sidelines wishing for right now When they gave us our trophies, And we held them up for our town, and The Cynics were outragedScreaming, "This is absurd!"” Fluff

Ours - James x reader (Band!Au)

When people start to comment on James' personality is your job to make sure he knows how much he means to everyone, but specifically how much he means to you. “So don't you worry your pretty, little mind. People throw rocks at things that shine And life makes love look hard, The stakes are high, the water's rough. But this love is ours” Hurt/comfort

Superman - Remus x reader (Spiderman!Au)

Remus worries that his girlfriend will leave him when she learns the truth. You worry he is too oblivious to realize you already know. "I'll be right here on the ground, When you come back down. Tall, dark and beautiful. He's complicated, he's irrational, But I hope someday he'll take me away, And save the day fluff

From the vault tracks

Electric touch - Sirius x reader (College!Au)

Your friends are tired of telling you that he is going to break your heart. You'd let Sirius gamble with your heart as long as the chance of hapiness is there. “All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life. Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life And I want you now, wanna need you forever. In the heat of your electric touch”

When Emma falls in love - James x reader

You navigate what's like to be in love with James 'Cause when Emma falls in love, she's in it for keeps She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave” fluff Hurt/comfort

I can see you - Remus x reader

As much as you hated him, you couldn't deny his natural charm and the way he seemed to have a magnetic field around him that made you gravitate towards him, once and once again. “Passed me a note sayin’, "Meet me tonight", Then we kiss and you know I won't ever tell. And I could see you being my addiction, You can see me as a secret mission. Hide away and I will start behaving myself" Rivals to lover

Castles crumbling - Regulus x reader (Royal Au)

You loved him more than anything, you were the best thing that ever happened to him. But your love is impossible and forbidden. When he doesn't have anything left he runs to you, wondering if you'll love him now. “And I feel like my castle's crumbling down And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down You don't wanna know me now” Hurt/comfort, forbidden romace, fluff

Foolish one - Peter x reader

Peter is used to being the second chance, but he can't help but feel betrayed when his bestfriend and crush starts to get closer to Sirius. "Foolish one, Stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love That ain't never gonna come You will learn the hard way instead of just walkin' out" Hurt/comfort

Timeless - James x reader (Soulmate!Au)

James and you are fated to find each other in every life you live. "Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this, So even in a different life You still would've been mine. We would've been timeless" Fluff

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ancient-and-gauntly · 4 months

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Corridor Waltz

Sebastian x F! Reader Warnings: Just some post argument fluff and light discussion, nothing big, female reader clear Summary: After Sebastian is too stubborn to ask you to the Yule Ball and finds out who you went with instead and argue, the two of you find yourselves at a crossroad in the corridors.

“I didn’t mean to make you upset.” You break the silence,smoothing out the skirt of your dress carefully. “You just didn’t ask me, and I didn’t want to go alone so-”

“So you ask Leander-Fucking-Prewitt? The top idiot himself?” Sebastian repeats himself harshly. “I wanted to ask you but with everything going on I-I forgot and,” He trails off, sighing in defeat. “I'm sorry, Y/N. Its all my fault. Yet another big thing ruined by my stupid pride. Sebastian paced anxiously in the dimly lit corridor of Hogwarts, the shadows flickering as the torches cast dancing silhouettes on the cold stone walls. The air was thick with tension, as your argument slowly dissipates and begins to make room for regrets

You stood a few feet away, back turned to him and posture tense. The echoes of your heated words still reverberated in the quiet corridor. He had been too proud to ask you to the Yule Ball, convinced that you would reject him, and you had been equally stubborn in not extending an invitation yourself. The weight of unspoken feelings hung heavily in the air, a palpable force that pushed you two apart even as your hearts pulled you together.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, Sebastian took a deep breath and approached you slowly. He reached out, his fingers gently grazing your arm. You tensed slightly at his touch, but he persisted, turning you to face him. Your eyes were stormy, a mixture of hurt and confusion. Sebastian couldn't stand to see you like this.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice breaking the silence. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. I just... I didn't know how to ask you."

Your eyes searched his, looking for sincerity. Slowly, you nodded, acknowledging the apology. “I forgive you, Seb.” You respond, wiping another small tear from your cheek. “But we can’t keep doing this to each other. We-we have to finally draw that line in the sand as to what this- what we are.”

Sebastian took a step closer, cupping you face in his hands. He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. There, in the flickering light of the torches, he saw vulnerability in your eyes, a reflection of his own thoughts and feelings swirling in them. Leaning in he pressed a soft, apologetic kiss to your lips. It was a gentle touch, a silent plea for understanding. The tension gives way to a bittersweet mixture of longing and forgiveness.

Sebastian pulled away, his eyes locked with yours. "Can I have this next dance right here?" he asked, his voice low and earnest. “Well, what I am assuming is another dance.” He adds, half chuckling.”’S’hard to tell, with the way this orchestra plays.”

You looked at him in shock and confusion. “Right here? In the corridor?”

“Of course.” he replied softly, tucking a strand of hand behind your ear. He sighs as you slowly return his smile and nods. Sebastian took your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. With his other hand on your waist, he guided you into a simple dance. “Wait I-” you attempt to not trip. “I’m not a very good dancer.” You try to explain shyly, but he just chuckles.

“Then here,”Sebastian smiled and gently pulled you feet to stand on top of his.”Now you don’t have to worry about it, and I don’t have to bend so far down to do this.” He pecks your lips softly once again

The two of you swayed together in the corridor, the torchlight casting a warm glow on your faces. Sebastian held you close, foreheads pressed together. The world outside the corridor ceased to exist, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, caught in the quiet magic of the dance.

“Sebastian,” You whisper, breaking the uncertain silence. “Why did you wait so long to ask?”

"I didn't want to ruin our friendship," Sebastian admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I was scared, Y/N. Scared that if I asked you to the ball or to even hogsmeade for a drink alone, it would change everything."

“But not asking me changed everything too," You replied, your voice a mixture of sadness and understanding. "We've been avoiding this for too long, Seb."

He nodded, his grip on your waist tightening softly. "I know. I just... I didn't want to risk losing you."

You sighed, resting your head against his shoulder. "You won't lose me, Sebastian. After everything we have been through, you think asking me to a dance would ruin it? I care about you too much for that."

Sebastian smiled, relief washing over him. "I care about you too, Y/N. More than I've been willing to admit."

As the two of you continued to dance, the tension between you slowly dissipated. Your hand found its way to Sebastian's shoulder, and you continued to softly sway together. "So, what happens next?" you finally asked, your voice a gentle curiosity.

Sebastian's eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked down at you. "Well," he began, his tone teasing, "first, we'll pack our bags, run away together, and have grand adventures across the world. Then, we'll get married in a magical ceremony under the stars, surrounded by unicorns and enchanted flowers."

You rolled your eyes playfully, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Oh, really? Unicorns and enchanted flowers?"

Sebastian chuckled, pulling you even closer. "Absolutely. And we'll spend our days exploring hidden corners of the world, having thrilling escapades, and, of course, dancing in torchlit corridors."

“Oh really?,” You couldn't help but laugh at the whimsical picture he painted. "You have quite the imagination, Sebastian Sallow."

He grinned, his eyes filled with warmth. "Well, I figure if we're going to dream, we might as well dream big. But if that's too much, I guess we can start with the basics, like you being my girlfriend."

You smiled."Now that sounds more realistic."

"For now... Future Mrs. Sebastian Sallow." He teases, pecking your lips once more.

“What have I allowed to happen?” You giggle, pressing your forehead to his once again.

He laughed, the sound echoing in the corridor and causing your heart to skip a beat. "Just planting the seed for the future, darling. You know, for when you can't resist my charm any longer."

You shook your head, a playful glint in her eyes. "We'll see about that, Mr. Sallow."

“I can’t wait.”

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x f!reader #sebastian sallow fluff #the yule ball #hogwarts legacy

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xmortuarykittyx · 6 months

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Ever Locked

Part 4: Good Night, Bunny

Part 3: With Your Ghost

pairing: Older!Leon Kennedy × Ex!Coroner's Assistant Reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, talks of enjoying inflicting emotional and physical pain on another, just Leon’s pov on things right now.

Fucking rain. Every single day, nothing like the thick air, the feeling of Raccoon City before its inevitable bombing. Boots clap against the rain puddles, slick as the show slides on the step, nearly knocking me off balance and into the small bushes by the hotel door way. "Shit-", the word spat as my hand clutches at the automatic door, stilling it. "Fucking rain, can't wait to get back to my place.", all the more reason to get into her mind, to open Pandora's Box into the mind of the woman of the hour.

My phone dings as I adjust the whiskey bottles in the bag, shifting from my right to left hand, reaching for the Motorola Razr, the fucking brick costing much more than i wanted to pay. Chris Redfield sent a message. A grumble left my lips as i entered the doors, heading to the shiny elevator. Tapping his stupid little contact photo opened the message; "so, when were you gonna tell everyone you were over 3000 miles away? You know we listed you as MIA and had a chopper checking around your house, right? Never understood why you needed to live in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, had us worried you went off the deep end or something." I could nearly hear Rebecca hitting him in the shoulder for the last part.

My choices in house placement was quite simple; remote enough to not have any issues with neighbors- like a certain old hag who should've minded her own business- then, were close enough to a small town with a grocery store and a post office. It's perfect. Small, far away from everyone else and it can be a small safe space for the family i'm going to build. I have lived my life giving and giving and giving, giving up my life to the government, letting all my wants go to work on missions, letting vacations slip past me just so i can work my ass off one more time and get denied the next vacation. I never have a moment to myself until i'm MIA.

I'll be selfish, this time around, i'll be selfish. I want one thing to myself, my home to myself. I want her, bunny, to myself. The future is so uncertain, but in certainty, i know i will have her and she will be away from everything and everyone. She'll be something just for me, for my pleasure. It's selfish, god, it's wrong to be so self centered to throw off someone's life so horribly, but i can't find it in myself to regret the choice i've made to come and find her.

The elevator dings, bringing my attention to the wobbly reflection. My hair is dark with grease, my skin dry and flakey in parts, my hand comes up just as the doors open. Fingers rubbing at the rough scruff that coats my jaw. I looked like shit, honestly, i would've cried had i seen myself too. As the door threaten to close once more, i step out. The hallway is lit with a warm lamp, it was short and the rain taps against the windows with a rhythmic patter. I wonder what she's doing, is she worrying? Is she scared that i'm back, or is that perfect new boyfriend currently too busy keeping her wrapped around him? The latter causes my brows to drop.

The keycard taps the lock, hearing a beep and a green light before my, still wobby, legs threaten to let me fall. The handle is clicked quickly, falling under the weight of my hand. The room is... clean, at the most, plain. Very minimalistic. The bed is neat, the coffee cups wrapped, definitely won't be touching those, unless they have the creamer i like. Coffee left a bad taste, trying to down that god awful black coffee to impress the older officers still made me want to throw up. The bitterness, i wasn't someone into the bitter things, despite how bland my life had become. Time didn't stop for me to indulge in anything sweet or extra. That's why i won't answer that message, once i acknowledge it all, then come questions, why's, when's, where's. I don't have the time, I needed to set my plan in place. I needed to know that things were gonna work out this time, this opportunity.

The desk is clear of anything, which is good, my bags lay underneath from my earlier visit before the White Wolf. Duffel bags of clothes, files and photos. It was time... but a drink first wouldn't hurt. A soft sigh leaves my lips as i lay the whiskey bottles down, hearing them clink together. Jack Daniel's, wasn't the top shelf shit- but it was cheap and whiskey tastes like whiskey once you've downed enough- they all taste the same.

The bag rustles as i fish out the first bottle, nearly half empty from the gas station down the road. My boots slide off with ease as i step towards the coffee maker, pulling one of the little paper cups from the stack. "As good as any.", my shoulders weigh with a shrug before the cap is off and the cup is half full of warm whiskey. The amber liquor burns, the flavor vanilla-ish. Something i should've looked at before throwing the cash on the counter. Alcohol is alcohol, at the end of the day.

My back hits the bedding, cup laid aside on the side table. The thoughts of the past few years flooding my mind, the latest tragedy being my team being ratted out and only myself coming out as a survivor. It never seems to fail, anyone close to me... their life is cut short by some tragedy or they're in danger at my hands. It was a cycle, one i wouldn't let touch the innocence of my bunny. The pillow engulfs my cheek as i lay my head upon it, the inside rough but manageable as i reach out for the cup, my fingers pushing it further away before catching the rim and pulling it closer.

My head aches with the next round of thunder, the lightening cracking over the dim room. Engulfing everything in a light for a few seconds, the painting across from the bed getting my attention. It looked... angry, and yet it was just swipes of black and red paint over a white background. What? You gonna say it's some internal struggle i'm having or something. is it like those tests the therapist hands you to get a read on you? The liquid in the cup splashes as i swirl it, my mind bouncing from left to right. It feels surreal, im sure it does for her, too. The moment i've been anticipating since i saw the name under a few address, the moment she's been dreading since that faithful day. It's crazy how much fate can dictate.

The Chinese have a legend, about a red string of fate tied between two lovers. It's a beautiful story-pictures of fingers intertwined with the others, red string wrapped delicately around pinkies and swirling around the hands that finally met their match. It's beautiful until the string is tied around your throat by the one tethered to the other side, that string of fate is telling. What was meant to show you endless care and tenderness now tightly stealing away the very air that kept you alive, that tore at the delicate flesh, its motives unknown and terrifying.

Another rumble of thunder and that thought too is ripped from my consciousness. I see the fault in my plans, don't get me wrong. I'm not insane. I simply don't care, i want this and for once in my miserable life, im going to get something i want. She's just the poor soul who has to be the one i set my sights on. She loved me once too, you know? She said it- herself- she loved me. She let me see her vulnerable and bare. I want to see it again, that bitch at the bar declined giving me Bunny's new number. What a stuck up bitch. A laugh ripped past my lips, the liquor splashing out of the cup lip and landing on my cheek as i wipe it away quickly. Hand once more in my scruffy, growing in beard. I wonder if i should keep it, at least while i'm here? Nah. I never could grow a nice full beard, mine always patchy and uneven. It is what it is, but i'm not shaving it right now. My eyes are stinging, head falling back on the pillow as the cup slides back onto the night stand.

The clothes call to me from their bag, begging for me to change into the soft grey sweatpants that have been my favorite for years now. I feel a twitch in my leg, a pushing force that is quickly pushed away. That can wait for tomorrow, as can planning. The bed is too magnetic to my body. The sheets already bunched under my weight, fingers digging around to grip the sheet and pull it up, promptly causing my muscles to ache, realizing i have, indeed, made no progress, my legs stand for a millisecond, before i'm back into the bed, quicker than the bag can see. Nothing outweighed the amount of exhaustion that built up in my brain.

The aircon kicks on, the room settling at a nice sixteen nine degrees. Cold and enough the blanket keeps me warm. The buzz of the alcohol and the warm and cool feeling just about as perfect as it can get. Something feels as if it's missing, like there's something that should be here and isn't, but i think i know what it is. I think it's always been missing and the sleepless nights had me begging any god that i'd have that back. Sleep doesn't come easily for me anymore, but knowing her presence isn't as far as i anticipated, has me feeling slightly more relaxed. Maybe enough to settle into bed all night, or enough to keep staying asleep the entirety. Either way, as long as i sleep. I can't keep pushing missions with no rest, last mission i was nearly left back there. Sleep is a necessity that hasn't been fulfilled since her disappearance. I know it wasn't her choice or fault either too.

That's why I'd wanted to speak with her at her work, to see if all these years anything had changed. I know it probably has, but does she still bring that peace and calmness to me, can she still cause me to snap instantly with her little smart ass behavior? I have to know. Either way, she's mine. She's always been mine.

The sheets cocoon me, cradling my body as I slept in my daily clothes. It didn't matter, i'd slept in abandoned ships, cots that were as hard as a plank of wood, in 3 day old clothes, bed for other men who hadn't showered in weeks. This bed, felt amazing, compared. The curtains letting the lightening crack over my face but the stinging stalled as the darkness encroached my eyes. The fluttering causing a tear slipped pasty cheek. warm as i nearly got to that state of peace. Work can be done tomorrow, plans, actions and strong up my temporary home, it'll all work out. Good night, Bunny...

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acesofspadess · 3 months

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Home Grown

a/n: heheheeh

summary: back home can mean one thing...

Landing at 9 in morning in Dublin gave you enough time to get through the airport with minimal fan encounters. Because you were only staying for the day you hadn’t booked a hotel, only having a carry on shared for both of you and a personal item. Atticus, who had flown in a few days earlier and was very excited to see his best friend, offered to pick you both up and take you where you needed to go. “Bestie?!” he shouted when you walked out of the airport. You ran up to him and hugged him tumbling to the ground. Niall was filming the whole thing and laughed when you both got up still hugging each other. “Are you ready?”

“Fuck no.”

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maiaquinn See you soon Slane 🇮🇪

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naiastan SLANE!!!!!!!!

niallleerrrrrr is Niall with you???

missquinn_maia I KNEW IT

As you arrived to Slane Castle you froze. “What the fuck am I doing?” you whispered from the back seat of Atticus’ car. You let Niall sit in the front as his legs were longer. “About to perform for one of the biggest crowds in the world.” Atticus shrugged off and you hit his shoulder. “Okay lets not got hurt right now. We’re driving.” Niall grabbed your hand before you could throw another punch at Atticus, who was ducking from you while finding the closest parking spot.

You stepped out of the car for the first time since the airport (only 30 min) and groaned, stretching before you were jumping up and down and skipping all over the parking lot. “I'm home!” you sang and Niall looked at you with so much love. He was surprised he hadn’t slipped up and told you yet.

“Are you gonna tell her?” Atticus asked not taking his eyes off you who had just laid in the middle of the road. He looked at him questioningly. “Tell her you love her.” Atticus further described turning to him. Niall turned back to you only to see you with a puzzled expression looking at your phone.

“Hey what happened.” he pushed off the car atticus on his tail. “She finally twisted the story, right after my post. That-” but Niall kissed you before you could say anything you might regret. You melted into his arms as he carefully massaged your scalp through your mane of curly hair. “Post it.” he whispered and you immediately looked at him. “YOU want me to post it.” he nodded and Atticus hummed his agreement, “If you won’t I will.” you nodded at him giving the approval to do so while you got your guitar out of the car. “Don’t let it ruin your day love.” Niall whispered. You looked up at him and sighed. “I know.” he kissed you lips effectively taking the pout off them.

The band pulled up around 10 minutes later as it took them longer in the airport with their instruments. “Hey guys! You ready for this?” they all cheered as they gave you hugs. “Thank you guys so much for letting me steal you. I really appreciate it.” they all shrugged you off with different forms of ‘of course!’. You all walked the short distance to the backstage area where they were waiting.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” he smirked as you and Niall walked up to him ahead of everyone. “You know I prefer dogs H.” he laughed and you hugged him. “Hey mate.” Niall and Harry hugged and both boys hands caught you as you pretended to faint. “My 9 year old self is screaming, actually no- thats just me.” you joked making the two boys laugh. “Funny one you got there Nialler.” Harry pointed out and Nial scoffed, “so she would like to think.” you pouted and he laughed, “you know its just banter.” he kissed you, “i know, i just wanted a kiss.” you shrugged pushing past Harry to go say hi to the rest of the band like you weren’t just freaking about meeting everyone.

During soundcheck you and the band went over some of your own songs as well as some you sang on The Voice just in case you wanted to switch it up. “You guys are amazing. I love you” you cried to the band as they nailed everything. You would be the last opener and because of that Harry and the Love band were sitting around the stage watching your half-arsed performance.

“I promise I will sound a lot better later.” you joked into the mic and they all laughed. “You might put Harry out of job tonight.” Ariza joked and you laughed before running around the stage as Harry tried to chase you. “You can’t take my job.” he dropped in the middle of the stage and you laughed running back to him. “There, there, Mr. just Harry.” you patted his fluffy hair, before he was grabbing your legs making you laugh before you hopped on his back “We all know the person these people look up to is Niall.” and as if on cue his famous laughter rang through the stage. “Speak of the leprechaun and he shall appear.” Harry giggled. “I see she’s got you wrapped around her finger.” Niall joked, shaking his head at you. “I mean it Niall. If you hurt her…'' he trailed off, and that was the only time you had ever even thought of Harry looking scary. “Scouts honour.” He took a pic of you and Harry and in the time you two were goofing around the instruments had been changed and everyone was in their respective spots.

“Can I stay and watch.” They all agreed without hesitation and it was a very fun soundcheck. You switched back and forth from mimicking piano, to guitar, to the drums. You even did the cinema horns. “Do you know how to play all these?” Pauli asked from his set up and you nodded with a big smile. “Play the drums!” he asked and you looked to Sarah who nodded with a shrug. “Alright then, H can we do ‘Daylight’?” and they looked at you. “What? Is tonights song Stockholm?” you asked innocently still wondering why they were all looking at you like that.

“That song is all drums.” You heard Elin say shocked. You shrugged, “I guess?” Harry shrugged and when he gave you all a thumbs up you started playing. You played through the whole song with everyone staring at you. You sang Sarah's lines as well, and everyone was amazed, not that you knew as your eyes were closed.

“Fucking hell, Maia.” Harry cursed into the mic as gently paced Sarah’s sticks on her stool and walked off the stand. “That was fun.”

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You were shitting yourself as the band went on to set themselves up. “Hey, you know what your doing. You have no reason to be nervous.” Niall whispered into your ear as he hugged you. His hugs were grounding and you wished you could perform like this. “This is 80 thousand people Niall. 80!” you wanted to throw up at the thought. “You sang on my live infront of 50.” he pointed out. “No it was one, you.” You shot back and he grimaced knowing you were technically right… you had only seen him.

“It doesn't matter, just be yourself. Harry wouldn’t have put you on if he thought you weren’t ready. Everyone believes in you. Do you believe in yourself?”

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You walked on stage while messing with your in ears. The band had walked on with you again and that calmed you down. “Hello Slane!” you shouted into the mic and you heard the audience cheer. “Im Maia Quinn.” again more cheers. “Okay so some of you do know me.” you chuckled nervously, “I’ve never done anything of this magnitude before, and im shitting myself because of that.” you heard the roar of laughter and we’re glad this wasn’t a complete fail. “Before I sing some songs for you guys I want to thank the ‘Lemons’ as I stole them.” They laughed at you as you blew them a kiss, “And I want to thank Harry for giving me this opportunity.” Everyone screamed as you saw Harry in his tracksuit wave at you from side stage. He was closer as he wanted to watch your performance and have enough time to get changed. “Im gonna play some of my own songs, and some you may know. So if you know the words sing ‘em with me.”

You sang two of your ballads, and when you sang your more up beat one they sang it with you and smiled as they took over the chorus

I can feel it coming miles away

Feel the rhythm and how it’s calling your name

And you know it, every note that you read

I can feel it on every inch of my skin

In my blood, running , I’d like it facing the wind

And you know it, every note that you read

“Wow i wasn’t sure you guys would know that one.” you laughed, you saw someone hold a sign up and you read it, “Hi whats your name? Ezra? Nice to meet you Ezra. You want me to sing ‘Wicked Game’?” you clarified and some people screamed in agreement. You were glad you soundcheck some songs, “Give me two seconds.” you told him and you jogged to the band and they all agreed.

You then turned to Harry and held a thumbs up. He wanted to hear this live more than anyone. You held a thumbs up and they started playing and those who knew cheered.

The audience clapped along with the music and you could only imagine what they looked like behind your closed eye

What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way

Niall wished your eyes were open so you could see how he looked at you

What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

The audience cheered as you added a bit of rasp and edge

And I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)

No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)

With you

No, I

As you held onto your note you used all you could to power through all 10 seconds of the song for the note that blew everyone away

Nobody

Your eyes softly as you looked at the crowd before your eyes closed again as you finished the song

loves no one

Everyone cheered and you saw Harry jumping up and down as you looked at him and he whistled before clapping again. “It's been donkey’s years since I last sang that.” you laughed and took a sip of water while walking to pick up your acoustic. “Now every single one of you should know this next song, if you don’t,” you paused, “someone will be very sad.”

It was just you and your guitar for this one. You started to finger pick the strings and they cheered as they heard the familiar tune.

Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there

The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air

It’s hard

Yesterday I thought I saw your shadow running round

It’s funny how things never change in this old town

So far from the stars

You barely sang as the crowd of 80 thousand sounded like a speaker. “The next song I'm gonna play I've seen circulating around twitter with some videos of you guys coming up with your own verses. Its crazy how its been so many years since I released this.” Those who knew what you were on about started screaming and you laughed. “This is ‘Nonsense’.”

This song catchier than chicken pox is

As you heard them shout it to you you held the mic towards them

I bet your house is where my other sock is

Woke up this morning thought I'd write a pop hit

How quickly can you take your clothes off? Pop quiz

There's 80 thousand people at this concert

You the twist the story now I've got the last word

Please don't test me your just gonna get hurt

Thank you Slane, I hope I did you justice

One more song, then Harry’ll be out on stage I promise

You laughed as they booed. “Harry’s not gonna like that.” you looked in his direction and he shook his head with a laugh. “He said i can take over!” they all cheered and you quickly brought them back down, “no sorry, only joking.” you held your hand up apologetically.

“Alright loves, this is the last song and then you guys will see who you paid for. But if you know anything about me it’s probably my cover of this song.” they all cheered as you sat down on the stage floor, bringing the guitar mic with you so you had something to sing into. “This is Still.” you took out one of your in-ears to hear the sound of the guitar better.

My mind is complicated

Find it hard to rearrange it

But I'll have to find a way somehow

Overreacting lately

Find it hard to say I'm sorry

But I'll make it up to you somehow

I just don't know why

Stars won't shine at night

You around seeing some people with tears already falling

Tell me you want it

A thousand miles away from the day that we started

But I'm standing here with you, just trying to be honest

If honesty means telling you the truth

Well, I'm still in love with you

Did I miscalculate this?

Let's just go back to basics

Forget about what's come and gone

'Cause I hate to see us like this

Breaking up on nights just like this

We should be shooting for them stars of gold

It crazy playing this song again

So tell me you want it

A thousand miles away from the day that we started

But I'm standing here with you, just trying to be honest

If honesty means telling you the truth

Then I guess we lost our focus

And it's killing me that we could go to war like this

But I'm standing here with you, just trying to be honest

If honesty means telling you the truth

Well, I'm still in love with you

Oh, we'll be alright

Oh, it'll be alright

Oh, we'll be alright

Oh, it'll be alright

“Sing it!”

So tell me you want it

A thousand miles away from the day that we started

But I'm standing here with you, just trying to be honest

If honesty means telling you the truth

I guess we lost our focus

And it's killing me that we could go to war like this

But I'm standing here with you, just trying to be honest

If honesty means telling you the truth

Well, I'm still in love with you

They all screamed as you stood up and bowed. You moved the mic stand back to its respectful place, guitar swung around to your back as you blew kisses to them while saying thank you. You waved until you were in the dark and ran off to go find Niall.

“Ni?!” you yelled around all the trailers. When you opened the door to your trailer you saw him in the middle of the room on one knee. “Niall Horan what the fuck are you doing?” you whisper-shouted. He laughed and shook his head. “Telling you, I love you.” you dropped to the floor next to him and placed the guitar down. “Then why are you on your knees?” you questioned putting his face in your hands. “Because I do have a ring for you.” he said, pulling out two blue boxes.

“Niall Horan.” you repeated in shock again. “I liked both, and knew you would too, so I bought both.” He giggled still through tears. “This one is a knot, because im tied to you, always will be.” He said placing it on your right pointer finger, “and this one- its the Tiffany T but it looked like an H so of course I bought it.” You laughed as he placed it on your left middle finger, right next to his gold and green one. “Now I have three promises to you, to love you,” he kissed his ring, “to be yours forever,” he kissed the ‘H’ ring, “and to forever be with you, through thick and thickest.” He finished off by kissing the knot ring.

When he released your hands you ran your hands over his cheeks. “God, I love you so much. I feel like a shithole because you gave me all of this and- when even did you get these?” you laughed knowing he’d been with you all day. “In New York. when you went to take a nap I left.” he laughed as you shoved his shoulder.

“I love you so much Niall Horan.”

“I love you Maia Quinn, always.”

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nekoannie-chan · 5 months

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I'm sorry

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Double agent!Reader.

Word count: 618 words.

Summary: A conversation the night before HYDRA’s uprising.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, feelings of regret.

A/N: This my entry to @natashxromanovf’s 1K Followers Writing Challenge with the prompt:

"I love you, okay? And I can't stay in your life when I'm just ruining it."

"You can't just say that, and don't wait for me to answer."

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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Night was falling as tense air hung in the air in one of HYDRA's secret headquarters. Inside a dimly lit room, Brock Rumlow was standing by the window. The look in his eyes contrasted with concern, while still trying to look as if nothing was bothering him. At that moment, the door to the living room opened softly, and you stepped inside.

You closed the door, and your eyes met Brock's. In that tense silence, you both knew that the next day would mark the end of many things, including perhaps how you felt about each other. They didn't need words to express the fear and uncertainty they felt; their looks said it all.

Finally, Brock broke the silence, his voice filling the room.

"Y/N, I need you to understand something. This thing we're doing, what I'm about to do—there's no turning back. HYDRA is about to reveal itself and its consequences. Brock was silent for a moment and then continued. "I love you, okay? And I can't stay in your life when I'm just ruining it." After saying that, he looked like he was going to leave the room.

"You can't just say that, and don't wait for me to answer." You stared at him, your jaw clenched. "Brock, seriously, you can't just show up here, tell me you love me, and then expect me to accept your goodbye like it's nothing. I can't ignore how I feel about you. I can't just turn my back on what we've shared."

Brock looked down for a moment. He knew you were right—he couldn't expect you to just let it go and forget everything they'd been through from the moment they'd met on their first mission after leaving the academy.

"Y/N, I love you," he finally said. "But I can't let you put me in danger. No one at S.H.I.E.L.D. can suspect you."

You moved closer to him, placing a hand gently on his cheek.

"Brock, I love you too, but you can't do it alone; we're a team, and we need as many members as possible."

Brock kissed you softly; his lips found yours in a kiss full of passion and desperation. His arms wrapped around you tightly, as if he wanted time to stop at that moment and stay forever like that.

After a moment, Brock slowly pulled away, never taking his eyes off you. "I can't promise you that everything will be alright, Y/N. But I promise that I will do everything in my power to protect you. You know what you must do in case I get caught; don't try to stay with me at that moment in case it happens. Remember, you must get to safety first, and then, if possible, you can look for me and help me escape."

You shook your head, holding her face in your hands. "You can't ask me to leave you, Brock. We're in this together, no matter what. I can't just let you face this alone."

He grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly.

"You know this could happen since we entered the academy; we were told so many, many times; we were both at the top of our classes; now it's time for us to put the plan we talked about so many times into action; anyway, I'll keep an eye on the intercom in case you need my help. Remember, whatever happens, don't let them catch you."

Nodding, you walked over to him and hugged him tightly.

It was time. A few seconds earlier, Brock had gotten the message that he was to catch Rogers. You gave each other one last kiss as you clung to each other in the darkness of the night.

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azullumi · 1 year

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albedo — cold hands ☆彡

summary — winter is coming and your hands are cold.

pairing — albedo/gender-neutral reader

tags — fluff; oneshot

word count — 718

a/n — my hands were hella cold and an idea popped up inside my head. i had a post schedule before this one but i couldn't resist the urge to post it immediately.

evidence of the winter season approaching is clear but nothing is different in the ever so cold mountain of dragonspine where you are always at to accompany a certain alchemist who is also your boyfriend. he was busy doing his own thing at the alchemy table, writing something on his notebook after observing the reaction of two fluids that he has mixed together.

although you have already gotten used to the cold—supposedly— nowadays, you could hardly ever last more than a few hours in the freezing temperatures even with the amount of torches and campfires surrounding the tent. you don’t know if it’s the fact that winter is waltzing its way to the continent or what, nonetheless, it’s still cold and you regret not wearing an extra article of clothing on top of you.

you glanced at albedo who’s been standing for nearly an hour now, occupied with what he is doing. he might have forgotten that you're here with him because the last time you two have interacted was an hour ago. the only things you did while waiting for him is just sit and watch or admire his artworks. you don't complain though as coming with him and accompanying him here was your own decision. you just wish he would look back and—

"(name)?" and as if the gods had answered your prayers, he called out to you, looking in your direction with a hint of concern on his face. his voice, smooth and gentle, grabbed your attention and you answered, "yes?"

he didn't reply but instead, walked towards you while taking off his gloves. he then kneeled down in front of you, resting his hand against your cheek. his skin felt warm against yours and you can't help but lean against his comforting touch.

"you're cold," he said and placed his other hand against your unoccupied cheek, completely engulfing your face with warmth. it was soothing and comforting, it felt nice. "it is cold, 'bedo. we're in dragonspine, after all."

"you should have told me." you could only hum as a response and closed your eyes. although your face felt warm, the warmth wasn't enough. Your hands were freezing and it seems like the man in front of you noticed as he decided to release your cheek to hold your hands.

he filled in the gaps between your fingers with his, locking his hand with yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze as he looked you in the eyes, tender teal orbs looking at you with admiration. on his face was an expression that shows adoration, a smile so faint and small that it was hard to notice it at first.

"i heard this is a way to share body warmth and keep each other warm whenever it's cold since heat is being transferred and retained. are you feeling alright now?" he asks in a soft tone, voice so gentle and kind that it warms your heart. "i'm feeling better now, thank you."

albedo regrets not bringing his coat with him but at the same time, he is also thankful because he got to share this moment with you. although he took note inside his head to bring a blanket next time he climbs up the mountain.

"i miss you." you say, breaking the silence.

"but i've been here since earlier," he answered, tone confused as he tilts his head to the side. you could only chuckle and smile at him before speaking, squeezing his hand to which he squeezed back in return.

"you weren't talking to me and you were busy with your experiment."

"i apologize, i'll pay more attention to you now and always, is that alright?"

"it's alright, i forgive you and i'm sorry if i was being a bother."

"my love, you're not bothersome." he kisses your forehead, a smile immediately making its way to your face at that small action of his. you just love the way albedo doesn't hesitate in reassuring you and giving you affection.

silence reigned in the air once again but this still moment was pure solace within. just holding each other's hand and looking at each other's eyes with pure awe. not until he spoke again, his voice piercing the silence.

"can i hug you? i figured hugging is a better way to share body warmth."

"you don't have to ask that."

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balanceoflightanddark · 2 years

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There's been something that's been bugging me a little...okay, a LOT about the post-canon and arguably canon treatment of Azula. Or rather, her treatment in comparison to her father, Ozai.

Mainly...I think Ozai gets off waaaaaaaaaaaay too easily while Azula gets crapped on much more by the narrative.

"Now wait a minute. How is getting debended getting off too easily?" I'm not saying Ozai got off scot-free here. I'm saying that in this particular instance, his treatment is a lot lighter.

This arguably has its roots in canon, particularly Book 3 where the final showdown was approaching. They brought up baby pictures of Ozai, had Aang mentally wrestling with whether or not he should kill Ozai, and Iroh refused to fight his brother, but encouraged his nephew to fight his sister. Again, this in of itself isn't bad. It establishes the conflict of trying to redeem the Fire Nation after all they did while humanizing and Aang's struggles with doing something seemingly unspeakable for his age and morals. Iroh comes off as the most questionable, but this isn't immediately a problem.

It's when we get to the comics where the issues start to kick into overdrive.

Let's do a comparison shall we? Ozai is locked into a cell that, while he's debended, is still visited frequently by Zuko who admits he was right. By contrast, Azula is locked in an insane asylum, restrained 24/7 in a straitjacket, and is only visited once just so Zuko can get something from her for his own benefit. Not to mention Azula gets a ton of abuse throughout both the trilogies she stars in, but Ozai just sits comfortably behind bars.

Hell, there's a movement to restore him to power...and Azula still is treated like the bigger threat. She gets labeled a terrorist, while all Ozai gets is a finger-wagging from Ursa, a woman he couldn't give a crap about.

And if it can't get any worse, there's Legacy of Fire. Whenever Iroh speaks of Ozai, he speaks in regretful tones, showing grief that things didn't work out between the two. But Azula? He showed nothing but disdain, disgust, and blamed her for Zuko's abuse at the hands of Ozai. EVEN THOUGH SHE HERSELF WAS A VICTIM OF SAID ABUSE!

And, just to put the nail in the coffin, there's a family tree.

Ozai is treated with some dignity, but Azula? ...

I'm sorry but...what?!?

Why is Ozai getting so much leniency here?!?! No matter how bad Azula got, Ozai was canonically so much worse that he blew her actions out of the water! Say what you will about Azula taunting Zuko, Ozai was the one who scarred his face and humiliated him in front of the entire Nation. When did Azula ever reach those levels?!

And are we forgetting this is the man who tried to BURN DOWN AN ENTIRE CONTINENT JUST TO STROKE HIS OWN EGO?!?! Yes, Azula brought it up, but there's a big difference between saying something and actually doing it.

I just don't get it? How come Azula gets so much crap flung her way by the fandom and the creators when Ozai, who is objectively far worse than she will ever be, is treated with more dignity and respect? Why is the abuse victim treated like a monster when the abuser keeps getting off easy like this?

I just...this is...this is disgusting. It legitimately is. I don't care if Ozai doesn't have bending anymore. That doesn't excuse any of his bullcrap, and his daughter shouldn't be thrown under the bus, tortured, or whatever while he gets to live out his life in a comfortable cell.

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cabezadeperro · 9 months

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Hi friend!! It’s me (always) kindly kindly for darsev (again) (I miss them so much) with this insp tag post https://www.tumblr.com/cabezadeperro/712365374185799680

<3!

hi len friend!!!!!

established relationship, post order 66!au, T, ~600w. as always, i have no idea of what i'm doing with sev but i hope you like it ❤️

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Sev stops on the shore and breathes in: the familiar, muddy smell of the lake water coats the back of his tongue and fills his lungs. The water is cold where it laps against the sand, and he digs the toes of his foot into the cool mud, leaning more of his weight on his cane. His shoulder throbs, but it’s worth it—he stares at the dark and at the stars, at the moon’s reflection on the still waves, and the world stares back.

The wind rustles the tops of the trees, and Sev shivers. He went out without a coat, trusting the lingering heat of the day to keep him warm, and now he’s cold, the breeze damp and cool on his bare arms and the skin of his face. His shirt sticks to his back, the sweat he worked up making his way out of the house and through the fields on his own drying quickly.

Darman is a faraway shadow, his dark head bobbing up and down on the waves. He knows Sev’s there, but he’s taking his sweet time swimming back to shore. Sev settles down to wait, his hold on his cane sure and the noise of the waves soothing the prickly feeling of anxiety that shadows every single of these encounters.

Unlike Dar, he can’t say he gives much of a shit about Kal Skirata’s good opinion, but sometimes he finds himself wondering whether it is worth it: Sev’s not what he used to be, and Darman will forever be mourning the mother of his son. Sev feels at war with Etain’s ghost, with himself, with the world; with his brothers’ guilt and shame, with his own resentment and grief, with his body and its limitations.

Dar reaches the shore and stands up. He’s silhouetted in black against the water, the round moon painting his shoulders and his hair in silver. Sev’s eyes are used to the weak light, but he can’t quite tell the expression on his face. He shifts, yesterday’s half-forgotten anger waking itself up within his chest, and the now well-worn trepidation threatens to become regret.

“Where’s Kad,” he makes himself ask. Darman starts walking, his legs cutting the waves quietly. He’s bare, his clothes in a mess on one of the heavy boulders that surround the edges of the lake.

“He’s at Atin’s,” he replies, his voice low. He sounds tired. Sev shifts his grip over his cane and waits, watching Dar while he approaches him.

Sev likes the boy. He’s clever and he’s funny and he’s very—sweet. He has Dar’s dark eyes and most of his temper.

“I almost didn’t come,” he tells Darman plainly. He needs to hear himself say it—it might be the closest he’s ever gotten to acknowledging this thing that has somehow sprouted between them, strange and fragile and wonderful and awful in turns as it is.

Darman huffs. He tilts his head: moonlight slides down his face, drawing the line of his cheekbone and his eyelashes and his jaw in silver. He crosses his arms: Sev wants to bite him, wants to sink his teeth in the muscle of his shoulders, lick the taste of rainwater and familiar sweat off his skin.

“What changed your mind?” Dar says. He sounds like he already knows the answer. He’s leaning towards Sev, swaying in the night wind like a reed.

This makes me feel like a person.

Sev shrugs. “I like swimming,” he replies instead. Dar snorts, loud and gross, and then there are wet arms around him, and Sev allows himself to be dragged under the waves, cane and clothes and ghosts and all.

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inkofamethyst · 2 months

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February 25, 2024

I met up with my family in NYC this weekend to explore and see Hadestown to celebrate my birthday and it was fantastic. I feel so rejuvenated after the quick jaunt (less than 24 hours in the city!). I'm not really a huge fan of NYC compared to my current city, but I can recognize its beauty and appeal (even though it gives me an awful experience of some sort every time I enter lol). We went to the New York Public Library and it was amazing. I wish we had hours to spend in there rather than minutes, but we had a show to get to.

Hadestown was... I don't really have words to express how much I enjoyed the show. I mean, it broke me, wrecked me, body mind and soul, but I'd see it again in a heartbeat. I'd heard about it from a friend of my dnd-friend way back in 2019 during or after a game of, you guessed it, DnD, and I'd wanted to see it ever since. I knew the story of Orpheus and Eurydice; one of my favorite tumblr posts of all time discusses the varied interpretations of the myth, and I honestly go back and read it once and a while because the story has always always always been beautifully tragic to me. So I knew how it ended (but I hadn't listened to the soundtrack--I'd refused all these years). And yet. I cried silently at intermission, knowing that Orpheus' quest would be in vain. I cried silently as Eurydice slowly dropped at the end. I cried during bows, I cried on the way out of the theater, I cried while expressing to my family how beautiful it all was. Why tell a story you know is doomed over and over and over again? And every single time, we hope they get it right, though we know they never will.

The music was excellent, the storytelling excellent, the actors (named and ensemble (even with just five they sounded so powerful)!!!!!), the choreography, the set design, the musicians, the lighting design (!!! (as a once-former lights person I'm keenly aware of the effect lighting can have on a story and whew they certainly used it))... All phenomenal. There was a choreographed bit in "Wait for me" with the lights swinging on beat and, just, wow. WOWWWWW. All involved should contribute to my next therapy bill lol.

My mother said she never realized I was such a romantic and, frankly, I didn't either. I mean I knew I was a crier. If there's one thing Imma do, it's cry. And cry ugly. But I think I'm drawn to stories about what love makes us do. Stories that show us how love can destroy, but we still do it anyway, again and again. We seek it out. We risk destruction for the chance at being known, truly and fully.* There was a line in act one from Eurydice, something like "All my life I've only held my own, now I just want you to hold me," and that knocked me out.

Y'all I think Hadestown might be my new favorite musical, surpassing Aida after, oh, six years?

I also had my first ever migraine during my trip lol. I'd braided my hair very very tightly, so it was pulling on my scalp, slowly forming a headache. That combined with the plethora of street smells, the greasy ham and pineapple pizza (which was so so so so good though, place called Carve), and two nights in a row of less than six hours of sleep (braiding lol) resulted in headache + nausea and I wanted to die. But it was nothing an Exedrin and some rest couldn't fix.

During my braiding marathon (a week and a half because I was so busy ugh (but they look gorgeous!!!!)) I watched Blue Beatle finally and thought it had a lot of heart. Regret not seeing it in theaters, but I think it came out during a period where I was just tired of it all ("it" being superhero movies). Also watched The Flash and thought it was very compelling. Flashpoint is not an uncommon means of exploration for the character, so I've seen at least a couple iterations of the same story, but I think this version was done quite well. It was interesting, well-paced, had a nice ending, and was a graceful way to get rid of Ben Affleck lol (also loved the old Batman theme <3 (ALSO also love Is She With You because that is a banger every single time)). I think Ezra Miller plays a really endearing Flash, shame he's crazy :/

Also watched a lot of animated movies on Max! I watched Belle (another with some "la-la-la"'s hehe) which was odd in many ways but was also cute and beautiful, compelling and full of heart. Then I did a bit of a Ghibli marathon of movies I'd never seen before: Tales of Earthsea, Princess Mononoke, Nausicaa, Arietty. All beautiful in their own ways. Very unique storytelling, gorgeous art, powerful messages. There are still several I want to see!

I finished Batman Beyond and the ending was dumb anticlimactic lol. The least they could've done was a two-parter that built to something satisfactory. Honestly the epilogue episode in JL (JLU?) was more compelling. Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker was pretty solid though. I think I'm going to give the DCAU a rest now hehe. Gotta catch up on the MCU, frankly. They've got some interesting things coming up...

*ReesaTeesa's "Who tf did I marry" series was something else. That was another thing I watched while braiding. Finished in two days. Was watching while making figures in the office and someone recognized her face lol. Three things. 1. I did not know a person could be tortured in the way that she was. What happened to her was awful, and it was only because she put herself in the vulnerable position of seeking love. 2. I can't say I fear a pathological liar specifically, but one of my romantic fears is wanting someone's affection so badly that I overlook red flags. Wouldn't be the first time. 3. I know how the internet works, so I shouldn't be surprised, but imo finding her ex's facebook and flaunting it in her comments was a breach of the social contract between ReesaTeesa and her audience, and it should not have been done. She does not want to be associated with that man. I fear for her peace and hope that he does not attempt to make a single penny off her. Was I curious too? Yes. But a person's privacy is more important than my curiosity, always.

Today I'm thankful for the time I got to spend with my family. I'm so thankful to have a family I enjoy spending time with. Teared up while saying goodbye :') We're considering making this a yearly thing while I'm in school here. That would be lovely. Also thankful that things are looking up for my sister, it's been a rough school year so far, but things are shifting toward the positive rapidly! Lastly, lowkey thankful that the subway was out of order today on my way back to my apartment. Forced me to take a shuttle which drove through parts of the city I'd not been to yet. Excited for spring and summer treks there, though!

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annmarcus63 · 2 years

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I'm deeply curious to know how you might fix the fox-thing for the post-mountain fight because I can see jask forgiving geralt yet refusing to follow or shift now that he "knows" how much of a curse he is. I feel like that would leave its mark and wonder how their relationship might change because of it

Gosh, it took me so long to reply, but I got a small scene for you dear anon. It's not precisely the answer you're looking for but a part of it. Mix Jaskier and Geralt POV, hope it's not too confusing.

This is part of this post FoxJaskier

...A fox! I should have known. If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands!

Geralt stands at the edge of the mountain, stern looking face and clenched fists. The wind's howling. Cold spikes seep into the exposed skin of his neck and face and he feels fine, perfectly fine. He wanted to hurt Jaskier, to finally drove him away. He succeeded by crossing a line, a delicate yet resilient line that bard and witcher have built thru the years by truly and deeply trust in each other. Jaskier love him despite his monstrous side, despite everything. Geralt loves him too, love the fox inside the bard, so... why did he cut so deep? Why? A simple fuck off would have been enough, so why did he have to be a monster? By the time Geralt turns and strides up the hill it's almost dark. The last blink of the sun illuminating the rock in a soft blue and gray hue. He needs to fix this. If Jaskier have been the one to shout his monstrosity back to him, Geralt'd have die... but Jaskier would never do that. Jaskier is not a monster. Geralt tracks the bard in the dark, even though he knows there's no way to fix this, he went too far. He lost his fox, his beautiful fox.

Jaskier is walking on the path with light footsteps, he needs to find a place to camp but, well...he doesn't care that much anymore. He's bleeding a great deal, dark warm blood leaving a trace behind, metaphorically, of course. There's no apparent wound on him, but he feels like dying. His fox trembles and cries uncontrollably inside his chest, Jaskier doesn't cry. He thought, both of them, that they were safe with Geralt. Geralt is...was...home. His mother words come back to him, warning him to never show what he truly is or else...

His legs walk on their own, this body is no longer his, he's the ghost of a monster. His fox whimpers inside his ribcage and Jaskier feels sorry for him, it believed Geralt loved him, not romantically but... what a moron. Naive stupid fox.

And then he hears his name

"Jaskier!" Geralt. His fox crawls and tries to hide. The witcher calls and calls for him.

"What do you want, Geralt? You forgot to say something? There's no need, I'm leaving." As seeing a play, Jaskier sees a hand on his shoulder because he can't feel anymore, he realizes he's in shock.

Geralt tries to talk to him, to make him stop and listen but Jaskier keeps going. The moon illuminating the path, the unforgiving wind singing a cruel song for them. He has to fix this. He runs past Jaskier, a couple of meters so Jaskier can see him before he passes. The witcher calls to his true form, his shape mends into a four-leg animal, a white wolf. The bard stops dead on his tracks. The wolf whines as it bends his neck in a clear sign of reverence, its ears flat on its head, the snout between its powerful paws. To be reverenced by an animal form it is a custom from old tales of worthy heroes and kings. The white wolf cries and the sound shakes Jaskier's bones. Jaskier approaches the wolf, he has waited all his life to see Geralt's form, but this wasn't how he imagine it. The white wolf begs him for forgiveness and prays his regret in deep whimpers. Jaskier kneels in front of the magnificent animal. The wolf stands and tries to touch him with its snout, but Jaskier avoids it. They locked eyes for a moment and then Jaskier says "You're beautiful" just how I imagine you'd be "Goodbye, Geralt" The wolf whines one last time before his fox, his beautiful and perfect pack fox walks away from him.

What Geralt does it's considered a great honour. Something that Geralt would never have thought he would do for anyone not even Yennefer. and Jaskier knows this, that's why he tells him he's beautiful. Jaskier trust is broken severely so, but Geralt would keep trying to prove himself worthy of have a fox by his side.

Maybe Geralt would follow Jaskier around in his wolf form, idk, i want to write more of this, i'd like to know your ideas.

#geralt x jaskier #geraskier #the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt #foxjaskier #i love foxes #sorry for the angst #i'm that kind of person

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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years

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Your famous Eddie fic was so great! Can I ask for a a follow up one with him having allergies during an interview?

This got...longer than intended. His allergies are BAD in the fall. Oops. Was I inspired by that one JQ interview where he was basically crying? Absolutely. Enjoy!

The need for allergy meds hadn't crossed his mind when he was packing for Corroded Coffin's three day trip to NYC to get some photos taken and do a few interviews. He's regretting it now, as he walks into Buzzfeed's large building, listening to his bandmates, Zack in tow.

His nose is already itching and stuffy, and his eyes are starting to feel irritated. Half of him wants to ask his friend and bodyguard to run down to the closest place and pick him up some Claritin, but decides it's not worth the hassle.

It's quick work of getting the guys signed in and sat in four chairs, two in front of the other as they wait, cameras pointing at them, lights shining down. Sniffling, Eddie runs his knuckles against his nose, as everyone checks the sound equipment over.

"Dude, you sure you're good?" Jeff asks, eyeing Eddie with a hint of worry.

"Yeah, just allergies," he shrugs off.

The guitarist is semi-good at remembering meds, but it doesn't mean they always work. It's become almost a running joke with the fans of keeping count of Eddie's sneezes.

Gareth snorts, looking at Tim with a smirk.

"Ten dollars he can't get through the interview without sneezing at least six times."

"I'll take it, Eddie's pretty good at controlling himself when he needs to. Remember that one photoshoot with all the flowers?"

"I'll get in on the bet," Jeff laughs, making Eddie narrow his eyes at them, flipping them the bird.

Four minutes later, a girl no older than the lead guitarists own twenty eight years of age is walking out and sitting with them. They all shake her hand and say hello, there's a pause, and then they start shooting.

They talk about their most recent shows- a small six city tour that had them seeing the most fans and turnouts yet. As they joke and tell little anecdotes, Eddie sniffles and tries to focus on the woman; Illiana, and her questions.

"So Eddie, you've been teasing about a new upcoming album for Corroded Coffin, but do you have anything in the works as a solo artist?"

"Nah, I mean, I've recorded a few things at home that aren't as hardcore and stuff, but Corroded Coffin is where I'm meant to be," he gives Illiana a smile. Jeff snorts, shaking his head.

"The day he does a solo album is the day this band breaks up."

"Loyalty is good," she nods, then looks back to Eddie. "But just know you have a following of fans who'd love to hear something a little more mellow," she laughs, and Eddie chuckles.

"Maybe one day."

"Speaking of having a following, lets talk about you and your boyfriend Steve. You guys seem to be taking over TikTok with your little dance videos and Twitch with all of your streams. Everyone seems to notice just how much happier you are the past couple of years."

Eddie nods, rolling his eyes fondly. It's true that Steve's gained some spotlight now, especially since he's started posting videos of he and Eddie doing silly dances and pranks to each other. It's a stark contrast from him and Jeremy, who wanted nothing to do with the fame, going as far as to make Eddie stay in for days at a time.

He goes to reply, rubbing at his nose again, a tickle winding its way through his sinuses.

"Yeah, yeah, Steve is great, he and Robin; his best friend, kind of roped me into learning one dance, and it ended up becoming a thing, since I can't dance to save my life," Eddie nods, sniffling wetly. He rubs the heel of his hand against his eye quickly.

"From what I've seen, you don't seem to bad!"

"You don't have to be nice, trust us, he sucks," Tim chimes in, making everyone laugh.

"Yeah, as kind as that it, it's absoluhhte b.s," he laughs kindly, scrunching his nose up.

The tickle doesn't recede, and as Gareth talks about his own girlfriend, Eddie turns to his right; where no one else is, and raises the neck of his black and white striped tee over his face, eyes fluttering shut.

"hih-GKtSCHuhew! ah'IKSCHhhEW! S-Sohh-IGKschEW! Sorry," Eddie sniffles and wipes his face before turning to face the woman again, rubbing his eye.

The other bandmates snicker, and Gareth mumbles 'that's three', earning a kick to his foot.

"Bless you! Now I have a few questions sent in from fans," she grabs a few cards from her lap.

It's not their favorite thing, since some fans can be a lot and vaguely intrusive, but since they've been hand picked, the guys know they can't be that awful. Eddie's already struggling against another all consuming tickle. He can feel it throughout his sinuses and nose, even the tip feels irritated. His nostrils twitch and he presses his fist tightly against them, but it doesn't help. He leans away again, brings his shirt back up.

"hh! ah'IKtSHuhEW! ihHTSHhuh!"

The long haired man turns back to apologize but turns quickly again, this time unable to pull his collar up, instead blocking his face with bent elbow.

"hih-IhKGshh'uhEW! iiKSHuhEW! Christ, sorry, my allergies have been shit the past few days," Eddie sniffles, wiping his eyes that have started becoming increasingly more teary and red.

Illiana laughs and brushes it off, continuing on.

"'CoffinCorrupter1784' asks- who in the band is the most likely to ghost everyone else?"

The four look at each other before Tim, Gareth and Eddie all turn to Jeff, who looks scandalized before laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, guess they're right."

Eddie sniffles and rubs the heel of his hand into his right eye, a few allergic tears falling and wetting his cheek as he pokes his tongue out and scrunches his nose.

"'annietheweird' asks: Do you guys pull pranks on each other during practices too? Or just during tours?"

"Oh, we definitely pull pranks whenever we get the chance," Gareth snorts. "We're all pretty g-"

"ihNGXT-tKSCHhh! h'TSHh'uhEW! hah'IHTshhEW! "

"-ood- dude shut up- about being sneaky when it comes to them," the drummer finishes, only faux-annoyed at the other man.

"Usually it's me and Jeff against Gareth and Eddie," Tim explains, nodding along. "We managed to switch their shampoo out for red hair dye a few months ago, but unfortunately it didn't really take well."

"Really? And you guys weren't mad?"

"Nah, it was jus-snf! just fuhn'd a'd ga'bes," Eddie's eyelashes are wet, and he swipes at his face.

"Are you up for a couple more questions?" It's directed at the eldest of the four, who nods, clearing his throat.

"Yeah, sorry," he gives a tight lipped half smile.

"Jeez dude, get yourself together," Jeff teases lightheartedly.

"The fans are going to have a field da-"

"hhH'KiHtSHuhEW!"

"Dude..."

"hAH'TSHHuhew!"

"Jesus Munson!"

"ahHGihKTSCH! Ugh, snfSNF! Fugck, okay, mbight ndeed a breagk," Eddie keeps the neck of his short covering half of his face. This last one had been messier than intended, and damn he needs a tissue.

Zack is suddenly there, holding out a tissue box. He snatches a few up and keeps himself turned to blow his nose, everyone around him wincing at how thick it sounds. After another blow, Eddie grabs a new tissue and wipes at his face.

"Welp, at least we get our ten dollars," Gareth smirks at Jeff.

#em #st #my fic #rockstarau

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corrieguards · 10 months

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Hey! Here are some asks from the writer prompt:

🎈, 🎉, 🕯️, 💥

Have fun, and I can't wait to see your answers!

fic writer asks

Tysm for sending these in Beth!! <33

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

Honestly idk, I feel like it can swing both ways.

I can get kinda stuck in the loop of my little habits and end up repeating the same tropes and styles. But bc of this I make a conscious effort to widen out and try out different things every now and then.

I've got a wip I'm working on rn that's kinda differnet to what I usually write so I'm curious to see how it'll land once I post it

🎉 how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

Probably not as much as I should tbh.

I do have a little 'Completed Fics' tally that I mark off every time I finish a fic. Which as pathetic as it sounds it genuinely feels like a little reward for me every time i get to mark another one off lol

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

I think the hardest and most intense one for me is an OC x Rex series I'm working on rn (it's the one that writing vent post was about yesterday)

I haven't really talked about it that much yet, and it still needs work, but I'm putting a lot of my soul into it and really working hard to try and get it 'post' worthy.

Idk when/if it'll ever see the light of day, but I genuinely love the story and I'm enjoying figuring out all the little plot points (even though it is kinda driving me crazy lol)

💥 find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

Ao3 down rn :( so I can't tell you exactly which fic has the least kudos. But if I had to guess i think its probably 'With death comes loss'

I kinda get why it didn't get as much attention, but at the same time i really did love writing it. It has a lot of feels and it was almost kinda healing for me?

Even though it didn't do that well, I don't regret writing it at all. In fact it's probably one of my own fics that I re-read the most <3

#ask games

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forwritingisdreaming · 2 years

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I was planning on making just one post, but as characters' conversations continued in my head, the number of pages increased, and I thought it was becoming too long for just one post. So, I'm dividing it into two. Thank you again for reading. I really appreciate it, and it makes me warm and fuzzy inside. (Continued from here.) “Then how come you’re here?” He asked and attempted to take her hand in his. “I couldn’t go home,” she simply replied, allowing his fingers to brush against hers. “It sent us to another time. To the future but not our own. Now there is something that I absolutely must do, and by attempting to fix things and to find what I must find, I traveled back. Well, I ended up in yet another year, and that’s where the photograph comes from. The one you saw on the wall inside the Pera Palace. Anyhow, I had to give it another try. So, I did, and I’m here.” “You would like me to believe all that?” Halit asked, assessing her inquisitively with a dash of mundane disinterest. “You don’t… You don’t?” She considered his words a blasphemy, and the tone of her voice let him know that. “Shit!” He smiled at her as one smiles in the presence of happiness and added, “Alright! I surrender. I have to confess: even if I myself had not been through that, I would have believed you. I can’t imagine it any other way, although I do wish I hadn’t had to indulge in my own theories.” “I am very sorry, Halit. I just couldn’t. I didn’t believe that was the right thing to do.” Ezra expressed her sincere regret but immediately sounded hopeful, “Then you will help me?” “From what I’ve witnessed, you are doing very well on your own,” Halit concluded cheekily. “I really need your help,” she beseeched him. “I would like it if you could.” “What would be the task at hand?” He waited for a reply with his arms crossed and a curious gaze. “I need to get something. Information. I must save someone,” she answered his inquiry. Halit’s expression changed to that of genuine concern. She took a deep breath before saying, “It’s my mother.”

Ezra spoke in short sentences, and they weaved themselves into a tumultuous narrative. To Halit, the most unbelievable thing in her story was the fact that she met her own younger self: that lay beyond the scope of his imagination, and the wondrous nature of this encounter challenged his perspective, overtaking his mind. The details of Ezra’s account uncovered her struggle — at times desperate — to reconnect with that part of her history with which she was not familiar. Halit knew that feeling in all its ugliness: he had been estranged from his family for years. While that served a greater cause, the circumstance brought him a lot of pain. He understood at least that much and regretted hearing how alone she felt in the world.

Inevitably, she did share with him the hotel’s secret: there were many keys, and there was the Gateway of Truth that would bring forth one’s dark side. With alarming certainty, it could take you anywhere in time, and you would not be the same afterwards. She told him about Dimitri and their plight to save Ahmet, intentionally leaving out some crucial details for now. At last, Ezra revealed to Halit the photograph with an inscription on the back. Although she could not be sure about the nature of danger in which her mother found herself, the resentment Ezra had felt all these years toward her started to dissipate, and she did not question her decision to embark on this journey to try to salvage the unknown. Sonya did find the dangerous passage, but asking her was out of the question, even if Ezra had not been too late.

“I assume you have a plan?” Halit posed a question once she finished her brief. “Frankly, I have not had much success in implementing it,” she replied with a dose of hurt pride. “As soon as I realized where I had traveled to, I made the necessary arrangements to be here tonight, and at least these efforts of mine have paid off. I hoped I would be able to talk Reşat into taking me to look through the city archives, provided that he was alive and well of course. On the day Ahmet and I set up Dimitri, we brought with us all the keys and most of the writings he possessed. We must have missed something as there was no mention of how exactly to find the Gateway of Truth. Dimitri refused to show us the way, and blackmailing him with the keys didn’t yield any results. I’m not proud of it, but we were so desperate to go back home… Dimitri did warn us that the Gateway of Truth would change us forever in terrifying ways, but he was our best source. Well, there was also Sonya…” “How would she..? Is that why she..?” Halit felt a chill and caught himself before pressing for an answer, “No, not now. In due time. But Reşat, I believe I saw him talking to one of the new ministers just now.”

“I’ve spoken with him briefly, yet I’m afraid he would not agree to help”, Ezra gave Halit the most profound look. “I doubt he would want to help someone who misused his trust and shattered his hopes the way I’ve done… the way Peride has done… I’ll save this story for another time. That’s why I’m hoping that perhaps you could assist me.” “I left all of that behind me, the past is long gone, and I will not trespass on anyone’s property,” Halit teased and watched her expression become sour. He had allowed himself to taunt her just a tad longer, “But I could put in a word for you.” “You believe that might —” “If he is not going to help Peride, I doubt he will open the door for me, especially for a piece of information he most likely knows nothing about. Despite his benevolence toward me at some point in time, my bet is that Reşat would become suspicious, and that would put your cause in jeopardy,” Halit stated, and Ezra let out an exasperated sigh, with her hands on her hips in determined contemplation. “What are you hoping to find in the archives, may I ask?” He rekindled the conversation in a short while.

“The blueprints of the Pera Palace,” she answered. When Halit did not comment on it, she explained, “The original drawings of it. There might be a clue. Perhaps some secret passages, secret rooms. Any hints would do. Ahmet has found out from Dimitri that Mkrtich Banalegorts, Dimitri’s mentor, made all the keys for the Pera Palace, and he was —“ “The best locksmith in the city, yes,” Halit finished her sentence, announcing his increasing curiosity. “I’ve heard of him from my father. Are you implying he was aware of the hotel’s secret?” “According to Dimitri, his mentor was the one to discover the Gateway of Truth, and the one who paid a terrible price for it,” she shared. “He did commit some heinous crimes,” Halit perused his memory. “People were tattling about it on the streets. But what makes you think you’d find those, uhm, blueprints in the archives? More importantly, why do you think they would present you with a lead?”

“Why wouldn’t they be there?” She considered his questions for a minute. “And I don’t know… Perhaps he would want to somehow make a note of it — even if it’s in the smallest of ways — and claim them, conceal them, but he ran out of time.” “If I was the one to discover such a secret — and that’s no small matter — I am not entirely sure I would want to be so generous as to share it with just about anyone. Not right away. Perhaps never. A discovery like that reeks with power, and I would try to keep the information out of anyone’s sight,” Halit’s measured tone outlined his hypothesis. “I would most definitely not mark that on a piece of paper in the way you’re suggesting. I would want to limit the possibilities of anyone finding it.” “That means it could be anywhere...” Ezra pondered about it with dissatisfaction. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she said, “Do you know where he lived?” “I might be able to find that out,” Halit replied, perfectly in tune with her thought process. “I cannot promise any kind of resolution, but it’s worth a try.” “So, you will help me?” She looked directly at him, unable to tell which way his opinion was swaying. “Please, Halit.” “I will,” Halit finally yielded. “I will, but…” Taking her hand in his and squeezing it tightly, he said no more.

The final bit.

#midnight at the pera palace #halit #ezra #fan fiction #writing

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nogenderbee · 9 months

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excuse me, its me the person who randomly apologises, im sorry that i went to saying sorry, i wasn't thinking at all :( but mind if i try your event? If you dont mind of course!

Nicknames for my lover/partner - hmmm, something silly, but if i cant think anything ill just shortened their names :D

Hobbies - writing(like an essay or fiction), drawing(i wanted to try realistic drawings too!), gazing at everyone(im not a stalker I swear I just enjoyed watching people do their own thing) and lastly listening to music!(I got emotional over sad songs ;))

Date ideas - hmm I dont know, something like watching the cinema

Something I hate in others - I dont hate anyone?? Actually??? But if I was, thenn definitely those people who are impatient

Personality traits - patient, like i would wait for my friends to get ready for school even if it costs me getting late(i dont regret anything). And then creativity, I would think of something when i get bored. And lastly im very much easy to talk too!(if you went to a topic abt drawing ill ramble abt art history)

Activities i like - going to art museums!

Activites i dont like - anything sports related

Once again im so sorry for barging your inbox with an apology, but i hope your having a good day!

Hey don't worry! It's all fine ^^ And I'm happy you decided to try this event! So let's get into it darl~

I pair you with...

🥁🥁🥁

Ena Shinonome!

⊱ first, nicknames! She may not show it but she loves all the silly nicknames you came up for her! It'll be kinda hard to shorten her name tho...

⊱ so you both of course enjoy listening to music and drawing! And she also doesn't mind too much if you stare at her! Sure, she was a bit confused at first but she eventually got used to it and now, she doesn't even sometimes notice you gazing at her

⊱ as for date idea, she hoenstly enjoys going to cinema but she does also have a bit better ideas so as long as you're willing to check it out, she'd love to suggest some! But then again, she can't say no to a good movie~

⊱ I think she's still a bit of a patient person since she draws and from what I experienced, patience is absolute key

⊱ and now traits! She absolutely loves your patient and creative side! Especially creative one tho, after all whenever she struggles with her art z she can come to you! But of course you can count on her as well! She also loves to just sometimes ramble with you~

⊱ and finally, you both enjoy going to art museums! You can be sure that she'll try to study few all painting and she'll study the ones that catched her eye for a bit longer. She also will try to pay attention which drawing you liked for future projects~

You and Ena were now walking back from movie date, this time you picked a movie and it was really nice that you both enjoyed it just as much!

On your way back tho, Ena noticed photo booth and she just couldn't help herself and give it a try! Of course she payed for it, after all she just wanted to have a small memory from this date~

"Look at this! Don't we just look cute~? I bet people will love it too! Oh, you won't mind if I post it on my socials... will you?"

She was still showing you the photos and you only could see how excited she was for having these. She almost literally had stars in her eyes! But of course she still won't post these photos if you don't want to so choice is really yours~

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉

#pairing #project sekai #colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage x reader

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borathae · 1 year

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Hi sibi first off this is the greatest blog ever you got me hooked on this app

My first read was "pegged" and now I cant stop

Also I don't know if this is too much but I'm looking for sincere advice and I saw that you're a demnnisexual just like me and thought you seem to know so much about about intimacy

Ok so I've never ever been in a serious relationship like I'm turning 26 soon and all my twenties I didnt take guys seriously because I was hyper focused on my education and kinda like never entertained empty flings but I had casual boyfriends and failed talking stages and never have I been fully intimate with anyone like I fooled around but never had full blown sex and lately I feel like I regret it because all my friends are comfortable expressing their sexuality and I'm just an awkward blob and it's not cute anymore at 26 to be so hyper independent and have never fallen in love or been intimate and I feel like the more I wait for that special connection the more I'll become like undesirable like I even considered just losing my virginity to stranger on tinder just to get on with it... like it's what the dating game is about where I live at least (huge metropolitan city)

But I know for a fact, due to past trauma that if I have casual sex with someone it will mess me up... like I talked about this with my sister I remember my first boyfriend at 17 was sooooo pushy about so many things and didnt consider consent like it was foreign to me and I think that added more but like sibi I'm so touch deprived its incredible I cry sometimes at night because I wanna belong to someone and share an awesome thing like sex with them but somehow I feel like it's not in the books for me...

Like should I just loosen up and just be more spontaneous maybe something good will come out of it if I hook up with a guy or just stick to what's comfortable

I fear that this blockage of physical expression will defer guys away from me and even good guys sometimes find me confusing because I flirt so straight fowardly but then when it's the first physical touch my body is just panicking my sister says its stored trauma but I honestly dkkk

I cried so much when jakay said he deserves to find an epic love because that's what I want for myself but it's hard I've worked on myself for aaaaaaall my twenties, got the ivy league degree, finally found how to cope with my chronic ilness and travelled to the wildest places, made awesome friends from all over and did the coolest shit and yet something as simple as sex seems like a mountain to me...

I'm so sorry to dump this on you but I just read jaykays part and it made me wanna ask you about your experience in demisexuality, does it feel crazy and lonely at times? ... my friends are either girl loosen up it's not that Deep or just wait for marriage (which Is hell no to me for marriage as a whole)

the aaol story is making me revisit some terrible versions of the past I just had to come and write this I'm sorry if its too much for you you can consider that ths is just a post to reccomend how touching and deep your stories can go and take the compliment and not answer the rest

But yeah

Have a lovely day from the bottom of my heart

First of all, thank you so much!! I'm so happy that you enjoy my lil stories so much! Truly it means the world to me 💜

And second of all, I am not the greatest in giving advice as I am often overwhelmed by things easily in my own life so I often don't know what to tell other people as I seriously sometimes have no idea what a person should do in certain situations fadsfah but I am trying to do my best here.

First of all. This is perfectly normal! I also haven't had a proper relationship in years, nor proper sex. And I know many of my friends, who are all in either our age group or a little older, who didn't have both or one of those things either!! You are not alone and it is more common then you think!

it's not cute anymore at 26 to be so hyper independent and have never fallen in love or been intimate and I feel like the more I wait for that special connection the more I'll become like undesirable

It doesn't make you undesirable and if a person makes you feel like you should be then they are an asshole and should not be in your life. Also again, it is more normal than you think to not have been in love with 26! 26 is so, so young still!

I even considered just losing my virginity to stranger on tinder just to get on with it

No. Just no. Don't do that. Seriously don't.

Like should I just loosen up and just be more spontaneous maybe something good will come out of it if I hook up with a guy or just stick to what's comfortable

Again. No. Don't do it. It's going to end in you being even more scared of sex or worse in traumatising you. While I think that it is great if you want to try going out of your comfort zone, sex should not be included in that. Sex is something deeply emotional and personal and you should not force yourself to "go through with it" just to fit into some fucked-up, oldschool social standard. Please stay comfortable my love, you deserve to be comfortable!

If a guy gets upset in any kind of way at you wanting to take the topic of sex slower then he is a cunt and should not be in your life. The good guys, the right guy, will be patient and will wait for you until you feel ready. You wouldn't pressure a man into sleeping with you either, would you? So expect the same for the man.

I wanna ask you about your experience in demisexuality, does it feel crazy and lonely at times?

No it doesn't and you should stop seeing demisexuality as a burden. Demisexuality is a sexuality like any other sexuality and you shouldn't think that something is "wrong" with you because of it. Like you don't see a heterosexual person going around saying "mhhm something's wrong me" you know? 💀😂 So don't do that to yourself either!

You need an emotional connection for sex. So what? You want emotional stability for sex. Yeah and? You don't like one night stands and hook ups because they scare you. Yeah, have a problem with that? Just the thought of doing it with someone who doesn't even truly know you or you don't know them gives you the ick. Yeah it does, so what about it?

Demisexuality is not wrong. It's not a burden. And it's not something you should be ashamed of. It's literally just how you enjoy sex and sexual intimacy, nothing more and nothing less.

I hope this could help you in any kind of way! If I sounded harsh, it wasn't intented to sound harsh afdshf and I love you lots and lots and wish you all the best 💜

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