#damn guys 900 notes

[nicolascageisagoth]

I have been thinking how to explain what i want to explain but time goes, memories fade, and I got the flu, so there is no chance that I will write a good story in a pleasant narrative style in the near future. Just let me leave a few facts and thoughts here.

It was my first DM concert, my first stadium show and it happend to be diametrically opposed to my expectations. First of all, if you stand under the stage it is the same as small club performances for me. I didn't feel the scale of the stadium and that there were about 60-70 000 people around me (The capacity of the stadium is 58 580 seats and together with the field it is 72 900 people. It wasn’t sold out but ~90-95% of seats were taken plus almost the whole field). I didn't feel how big the show was. Just DM, me and some dudes around.

About people around. I understand how difficult and scared for some it can be to stay alone on the show BUT I saw the pain of fans who brought their partners or friends who didn’t care at first, they were annoyed being here for hours (understandable) and the second: fans couldn’t relax with them, couldn’t enjoy the show. Their bodies couldn’t allow their owners to dance, to jump or scream like they are ashamed by their own wishes. I danced alone in that area. People around me supportably smiled, but one guy was almost in tears bc of his partner. He glanced at me from time to time, I waved and sang to him like hey let’s do it together, we all! At least he smiled in the end. My advice to think twice when you do any activities and be honest with yourself, your friends, families and partners. It’s not worthy «to share» your patient with someone who doesn’t care. It can end painfully.

Audience. You can read everywhere it was before, it is now that the Polish audience is one of the best. Well. People were nice around, kind and helpful. That’s not typical, yes. I was surprised by the reaction for some tracks. Like for Stripped I expected at least their souls would go out from their chests or smth 🌚 but no, the audience was quit calm. Meanwhile It’s no good ripped off everyone's pants. In general it looked like people are calm to 2/3 of the set list.

Martin. Today several posts on different platforms popped up that we should appreciate Martin more. One girl even described her feelings similarly to mine after the show. Yes, we should! He is the author, he has a uniq style from writing to dressing, and damn! He sings so emotionally! His voice is alive. It was breathtaking. He really enjoyed the music and gave himself to us, not just worked off the money. I don’t care about his old voice, I don’t care about his low notes which are not his register, it doesn’t matter in his case! If he started a solo project I would visit every show

About the venue. PGE Narodowy is a stadium in Warsaw. It is a famous place for its awful sound. Actually it was good from the field. The same like in Atłas Arena in Łódź. PGE NARODOWY DOESNT HAVE A ROOF. It is the same like in Bucharest. The stadium sold beer straight on the field from the beginning to the end and during the show 🗿 19 zł (€4.26) for 500 ml

If someone needs this information.

I was in a hospital that morning. In a really bad condition driving to the show that evening I thought I was going to get the worst spot with a terrible sound plus rain as the cherry on the top. Instead of this I freely walked around the whole place till DM talking with people sharing some drinks and snacks. I got the best spot I could get in the golden circle under the stage and stars were shining in the sky – no one cloud that night.

We got Strangelove 🤍👠⚫️📢 Frankfurt got Shake the Disease 🦩🕴🏻📹 I’m so happy for us.

Memento Mori Tour 2023

#that’s all what I have bc I started to sing like a crazy ill nightingale #depeche mode #martin gore #dave gahan #memento mori tour 2023 #memento mori dm #memento mori 2023 #my experience

[thesoftboiledegg]

Subconsciously, I assume that all the bands on my Spotify playlists are moderately popular. If they're online, they must have a following, right? But nope--listening to some of these tracks is the equivalent of finding a dusty cassette tape at a flea market.

Miracle Parade has only SIX monthly listeners. I have no idea how I found this song--it must've been in my Discover Weekly playlist. The fuzzy recording gives "I Will Make You Love Me" a haunting quality.

How about 30 monthly listeners? Graeme Downes deserves more for "Hammers and Anvils" alone. I love the stripped-down tune.

Only about 1,000 people listen to Ultimate Fakebook each month. Admittedly, some local bands would kill to have that many. "Brokyn Needle" is a perfect catchy, upbeat alt rock song.

Lapush barely cracks 300 monthly listeners. I heard "Aurora" nearly two decades ago on the local alt rock station. The station abruptly disappeared one day mid-broadcast, and I'm still wondering what happened. Anyway, this song's intro gives me intense nostalgia.

If you want to know how old "Arthur Nix" is, I found this track on a CD compilation of Myspace's top ten songs. Myspace, CD players--yeah, that was another lifetime! Jupiter Sunrise only has about 900 monthly listeners, but they deserve more because "Arthur Nix" makes me tear up a little, and I don't cry easily.

Does anybody remember IMF (International Music Feed)? I used to watch music videos on Fuse and IMF for hours. Test Your Reflex has about 1,700 monthly fans. I recently thought about "Pieces Of The Sun" and its music video on IMF for the first time in years, and I still enjoy it today.

Tender Age has about 280 listeners each month. Admittedly, "Lowers" is a little out there. This track is a combination of indie rock, shoegaze and fuzz, and you either like it or you don't!

I did NOT expect An Angle to have only about 250 monthly listeners. "White Horse" always sounded like an indie rock classic to me. I've had this one on my playlist since 2013.

Damn, only 173 monthly listeners for Roll The Tanks? "Goodnight Jimmy Lee" is one of my favorite alt rock songs. It's loud and exciting and grabs you from the first note.

"Chemical Reaction" is another alt rock song from my preteen years. It's a great song that still holds up and a shame that The Vanished only has 400 monthly listeners. Admittedly, they haven't released a full album since 2006.

What about you guys? 🤔 What are some bands with tiny followings on your playlists?

#spotify #music recs #spotify playlist #spotify music #playlist #my music #favorite songs #song of the day #music

[the-painted-siren]

Uh... for requests, how about, your take on an AU were one of the time twins got bit by a fangpyre

The Plan Was Understood

Summary: One second, Krux and Acronix are on top. The next, everything has everything has fallen to pieces. That seems to be the case the longer this goes on.

Notes: Woo! This... got out of hand. I had intended for this to be less than 900 words and now there's more than double. I suppose that's always a possibility when I'm writing AUs since it takes longer to establish the backstory. But hey, I had a good time. And I genuinely hope you enjoy this. Thank you for the request!

There goes a saying from Krux’s hometown—the people who care about you most are your biggest critics. He supposes that could not be more true when he has a twin brother.  

“That could have gone better.” 

“Shut up, Acronix.”

“You should have gone left-”

“I said, shut up.” 

The snow-packed ground of the Birchwood Forest crunches underfoot as Krux and Acronix make their way toward the next secluded village. Quiet places have become few and far between in the time it’s taken for them to grow up. That thought itches at Krux’s brain the same way the newest patch of scales itches at his skin. 

Krux struggles to concisely explain their situation. But it goes something like this: 

The world always moves forward. Of all the aspects of time they can control, permanently stopping or slowing it down is not one of them. As the clock continues ticking, so do the tides of war. 

Absolute victory on behalf of the Elemental Alliance meant more frenzied and dangerous Serpentine, which meant more desperate measures—surprise attacks that drained the hearing in Acronix’s right ear and the humanity from Krux’s blood. 

One second they were both on top, the next a Fangpyre had sank its teeth into Krux’s shoulder. 

From there onward, it became a bit of a blur. Krux remembers his vision spinning, his lungs burning, and the sounds of his brother flying off the handle. By the time he had managed to stomp his horror down, he’d found the snow beneath him stained red and his brother lingering above him in total silence. He’d been bitten by a Fangpyre—the one Serpentine bite for which no recorded cure existed. 

“I guess you’ll just have to find one then,” Acronix told him the day after.

The straightforward brutality of the statement had shocked Krux right out of his misery. 

“Find a cure? Acronix, I can’t. There is no cure.” 

“Not with that attitude.” Acronix leaped up from his bedroll and started throwing things into a travel bag. “Think about it, you’re the smartest person I know. If anyone can find something that doesn’t exist, it would be you.” He turned, shooting Krux a blinding smile. “And I can be your bodyguard! Anytime someone threatens you, I’ll just knock ‘em out.” 

Krux could feel a vein about to pop. 

Had his brother gone mad?

“That’s not going to work,” Krux bit out. “There’s too many risks. If anyone in the alliance sees me, they’ll-” The words lodged themselves in his throat. Killing him would be the kindest thing any of them would do. “Acronix, we can’t just-” 

“We sure can. Let’s go!” 

And there went his injudicious brother, marching off headlong into a half-hazard plan with no clear goals beyond deserting the Elemental Alliance in search of a cure that may or may not exist. 

In the present day, it makes Krux wonder what it says about him that the only guy to have complete, total faith in him is one who sometimes forgets how to spell his own name.  

“Hey! It’s not my fault that K and X look so similar.”

“Whatever you say, brother.” 

“And you should have gone left.” 

“I reversed that situation twice,” Krux replies. “It wouldn’t have mattered if I had gone left or right.” 

“I’m sure it wouldn’t have,” Acronix says after a stretch of silence. “Not with Yukio Kimura standing there like a damn omen of death.” 

Krux grits his teeth as the image of the Master of Ice flashes in his memories. Avoiding the Elemental Alliance started out easy enough. Lately, though, news of the final tomb for the Serpentine being sealed had spread like wildfire, prompting much of the alliance to scatter across the land. Villages had become less safe, people more bold, and then twins had to force themselves to constantly stay moving because of it. 

Today had been a nightmare in and of itself for those very reasons. 

The village people had been kind to them when they first arrived. But once someone caught a peek at the scale-ridden face Krux kept hidden beneath his hood, they turned on the twins one by one. Such an occurence wasn’t uncommon, normally he and Acronix would trounce whoever targetted them and the continue onto the next village. 

This time, they hadn’t been so lucky. 

The Master of Ice had seen Krux—seen his sickly green scales crawling over his pale skin, slitted eyes, and forked tongue. Hardly human in every physical aspect. Then Ice had blinked and disappeared in the flap of an owl’s wing. That’s the thing about Ice—he’d always been somewhat cryptic and mysterious, disappearing and reappearing whenever he saw fit.

Acrconix audibly shudders mid-step. “I still think he’s creepy.” 

Krux says nothing but silently agrees. 

“Maybe not as creepy as you but-’ Acronix’s voice cuts off as he soon as he catches Krux’s death-bringing glare. He rockets off into a volley of laughter. “Oh, come on, it’s just a joke, brother. You know I don’t mean it like that.” 

“Of course, not.” Krux rolls his eyes. 

“I mean it,” Acronix emphasises. “You’re my brother no matter what. Even if we don’t find a cure, you will always be my brother. No amount of scales or fangs will change that.” 

As Acronix prattles on, Krux is first somewhat insulted that his brother would assume he couldn’t find a cure—this had been Acronix’s idea. He had been so adamant that Krux could find or make one. Even with no studies conducted or any freeroaming Fangpyre to ask, why wouldn’t there be a cure? Why would Acronix suddenly believe that there isn’t one?

Fortunately or unfortunately—Krux can’t decide—most of that is drowned out by the certainty of Acronix’s words. 

By now, Krux thinks he should have come to expect Acronix’s undying loyalty. Instead, there’s always an udercurrent of comfort at the thought.  

“Okay, did you catch all that? Always my family, yes?” Acronix tromps through the snow to catch up to Krux and sling an arm around Krux’s shoulders. “Besides, we’re identical, aren’t we? That means we have equally dashing good looks and-”

Snap!

Krux and Acronix freeze. They immediately slide into a position where they can see each other but cover their blindspots. 

“Did you hear that?” Acronix whispers. 

Krux makes the “affirmative” and the “quiet” hand signal to him one after the other. The forest holds still. There’s no sound, no movement, it’s as if tragedy wandered through. It’s not unusual for a forest to make noise, of course. Both of them realize that but it’s better to be safe than sorry. 

Then a dark blur flashes between the trees. 

“Five o’clock.” Krux motions with his hand. “Three o’clock. Get ready.” 

All at once, the forest explodes with light. Acronix doubles over first as the sheer power of it turns his surroundings into a field of white. Krux struggles to process before squeezing his eyes shut and switching to his infrared. What follows, as far as he can sense, are things that could have only crawled their way out of his worst nightmares: 

Acronix bolts away. He stumbles around blindly, swiping his dagger through the air. What Krux would describe as a burning white flare shoots across the ground and incapacitates him in one swift motion. 

It then turns on Krux and knocks him out with a solid punch to the face. 

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Acronix wakes feeling like his skull has split in two. He screws his eyes shut immediately after he opens them. A dim, golden-white light pours across the wooded floor in front of him, specks of dust blinking in and out of being. Silently, Acronix hopes it’ll sear his eyes out quickly so he won’t suffer for long. 

Then the sound of paper shuffling touches the air and he decides it’s time to wake up. 

He pulls himself up as silently as he can and takes in his surroundings. 

A glowing, translucent barrier falls from the ceiling to the floor in a magnificent library. Several colors of books and scrolls and trinkets stand crammed together on each and every shelf. A quick glance to the window tells Acronix that night has fallen. A solitary lamp shows him the sillhouette of a single person—one that he knows all too well.  

“Wu?” 

Wu's shoulders visibly tense at the sound of his name. When he turns, his dark eyes land immediately on the outline of Acronix’s figure. Something like relief or quiet joy opens out across his face in a gentle smile. 

“Acronix, you’re okay.” 

A red-hot anxiety bubbles up in Acronix’s stomach as all the memories play back. The blinding light, the white flare darting between the trees, and the speed at which they collapsed, all melding together to create the perfect ambush—one that only a master of war could have so carefully created. Wu did this. 

And Yukio. 

No doubt Yukio had a hand in this as well. He’d probably alerted Wu to the twins’ location. Acronix swore he’d kill that creepy git. 

“Where’s my brother?” Acronix asks, his mouth running ahead of his mind. He presses his hands up against the wall of his prison. “What did you do with him?” 

“I can explain,” Wu says. 

Acronix strikes his fist against the barrier. A shuddering reverb rings out from the impact as its golden, glassy surface gutters and sparks like a dying firework. 

“You better! Or I swear I’ll make you regret this-”

“Please, calm down,” Wu commands, his voice coming in a soft tone. His powers swell up from his hands and flow through the barrier to strengthen it once more. “I have no intention of hurting you or your brother. I’m here to help.” 

“Oh, sure you are.” 

“I am,” Wu continues. “I know you don’t think so but I’m not about to leave you two when you so clearly need assistance. I have… means of helping your brother, I’ve already started the research. It’s the effect of the Fangpyre, right? Its venom isn’t as strong as… as…”

Wu doesn’t say anyone’s name but his silence speaks volumes. Someone he loves. Someone he’s lost, perhaps? Someone whose presence had been dampened by that of a damnable Serpentine bite. Whoever they were, their meaning to Wu does not talk in a language that Acronix understands. He wonders if that’s a bad thing. 

“It’s manageable, is what I’m saying,” Wu finally carries on. “It’s not too late.” 

“We’ve been managing just fine without you.” 

Wu shakes his head. “I know you two are used to being on your own but it doesn’t have to be that way. I can make a cure.”

“We’re fine the way we are, you fool! Krux is no less my brother, even as a Serpentine.” Acronix narrows his eyes in accusatory fasten. “Besides, there is no cure. Krux would have found it by now if there was.”

“There’s notes from neighboring villages that actively prove otherwise.” Wu’s hand brush against the pages of a thick grimoire resting on a nearby table. “If I can obtain a little bit of his blood-” 

“Don’t you dare put your hands on him!” Acronix slams his fists against the barrier again. This time, it doesn’t budge. It doesn’t flicker. It doesn’t fall. He grits his teeth with the cold flood of panic washing through his veins, images of what Wu might do to his brother coming with it, none of them good. “Anything you do to him I’ll do to you tenfold!” 

Wu doesn’t seem to care for the racket. His chest rises and falls as he takes a deep breath and steadily makes his way toward the exit. 

“Try not to hurt yourself, please,” he says. “I’ll be back once I’ve finished talking to Krux.” 

“Get back here! I won’t let you touch him!” 

Wu briefly pauses in the doorway to stare as Acronix with an expression of sorrow. 

“I’ll bring your brother back, Acronix. I promise.” 

The door taps shut against the frame as Acronix’s shouting rings out into emptiness.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Wu Ninjago #Acronix Ninjago #Krux Ninjago #Krux and Acronix #Time Twins #Master Wu #Sensei Wu #Wu decides to project the pain of having a snake-bitten older brother onto Acronix the fic! #also good excuse to write about the hands of time again I love these two very much #Hails' Fic #Requests

[barakittens517]

PT. I: The Lost

Summary: You've been alive on this planet far longer than you should have; you cannot die, cannot dream, cannot stay in one place for too long. And you're okay with that.

Until you meet the blonde stranger in rounded sunglasses. Until the people around you start dying. Until something shifts in the universe, and you find yourself drawn to where it all began, and who it all began with.

PT II: The Finding

Words: 1,442

Warnings: mentions of alcohol use, minor (slightly graphic) character death

Pairing: Morpheus x gender neutral reader

Note: this is the first fic I've written in... 900 years?? meant to be a one shot and now ive got carried away with multiple chapters, so we'll see (:

The universe is vast. Some might even say endless. 

You had always known this. You had been lost in it seemingly forever. Always running, always one step ahead of everyone else. You didn’t know why you hadn’t died. Why you didn’t have a family, or a home. It seems, one day, that you just appeared on the planet. 

There were a handful of truths you had come to accept as fact, and everything else was up for interpretation. You knew, for example, that you could not die. And you knew that staying in one place for too long would end in catastrophe. You knew that the world didn’t necessarily want you, or need you. 

You just existed. 

And that was fine. 

You had settled for quite some time in the Midwest, in small towns far apart from one another. You stayed away from most of civilization, choosing to spend your time underneath the stars in various parks and out in the country. Dive bars were easy pickpocket targets, and no one had caught you in decades. Ha. People did not know you, but they always underestimated you.

The night you met a tall, blonde man in circular shades, however, changed this. You were drinking, casually, towards the back of the bar. It was your last day in town- too many people had given you that look, and you knew it was time to move on. You’d already packed your single bag- a black backpack that carried a handful of clothes and wads of cash you’d collected over the last couple of months. It was resting against your boot. One last drink, and you’d step out to follow the misted gravel roads to anywhere else. 

You were heading up to the bar when he stepped in. None of the regulars noticed a damn thing, but something twisted in your stomach. You motioned to the bartender for another vodka lemonade. 

The tall stranger headed straight for you, and you silently cursed the bartender for taking his sweet time with your drink. The stranger grinned.

“Hi,” he started, “How are ya?” 

You smiled back politely, but the pit in your stomach grew. “Just fine, thanks.”

He flagged the bartender down and ordered a whiskey sour, on the rocks. You wanted to go back to your table, to get the hell away from whoever he was, but you didn’t. You stayed at the bar and sipped your drink. 

He turned to look at you and absent-mindedly spun the straw in his glass. He hadn’t taken his glasses off. “Do I know you from somewhere?” he asked. 

You shook your head. As long as you’d been alive, you’d certainly remember someone like him. “No, I don’t think so. Sorry.” 

He nodded. “You live here?” 

You shook your head again. “Just passing through.” 

“Ah.” He clicked his tongue. “I was hoping you might be able to help me out. I’m looking for someone.”

You shrug. “Not a lot of people around here,” you commented. 

He casted a glance around the room, noticing the raucous group of older guys crowding the pool table. It was painfully obvious the stranger did not fit in there- the regulars were dressed in worn out t-shirts and ripped jeans, with work boots covered in muck.

The stranger next to you was impeccably dressed in a cream-colored suit jacket. You wanted to say something, but you didn’t. 

The stranger turned back to you. “I can see that. What’s your name?” 

You panicked internally, instantly forgetting what you’d been calling yourself these past couple of years. “What’s yours?” 

He cracked a smile. “Most people call me Rin.” 

“I’m Ellis,” you said, giving the name you'd kept for over a century. It was about time for a new one.

“Well, Ellis, this shithole looks like a dead end to me. It’s been a pleasure.” He set his glass down on the counter and walked out the back door. You finished your drink and grabbed your backpack to leave. 

The guys at the pool table whistled as you walked by. You ignored them for the sake of your own sanity and quickly stepped out into the night air. It was colder than usual. 

You set off towards the edge of town, sticking to more of the side streets and back alleys. Part of you worried about the guys from the bar, but they seemed preoccupied with settling whatever bets they had placed on their game. 

You had just reached the gravel roads extending west when you heard it. A scream, emanating from the farm fields in front of you. You ducked low into the ditch and held your breath. Someone- a man, was pleading for his life. 

“I barely know her, I swear! We graduated together… years ago, please! Please don’t do this.” He was sobbing now. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact direction, but you felt pulled towards the field closest to you. 

“I need more than that,” a voice responded. A voice you recognized. A voice you’d met just minutes earlier. 

“S-she was at our reunion…um, here, I think we’re friends o-on here, I can find her loca-” His sentence was cut off by the sound of gurgling, and then silence. 

A small river of blood cascaded down the ditch you were crouched in, soaking your boot. You were much closer than you’d thought. Too close. 

You couldn’t help it, you gagged immediately. Your boots squished as you stood up, gasping. A tall, blonde man in a cream-colored suit appeared from the corn stalks, wiping a bloody dagger with a white kerchief.

“Ellis! What a surprise.” He tucked the knife back into his jacket and grinned. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you so soon.” 

You felt the bile rise in your throat again. “Did you just…”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him,” Rin scoffed, “He was just helping me find someone. You, however,”

“D-didn’t see anything,” you stuttered. “I was just leaving.” 

Rin shook his head. “I don’t think you were.”

JesusChristI’mgoingtodieHolyshitholyshitholyshit-

“I think you might be able to help me, actually.” 

“Please don’t fucking kill me,” you whispered, digging your nails into your palms to avoid passing out. 

Rin laughed. “No, I’m not gonna kill you. Here.” He tossed a smartphone at you. “This was his.”

The lock screen image made your blood run cold. It was a selfie of a guy you’d seen around town, standing next to what you assumed was his girlfriend. 

“Now, I need you to get into that. Someone said he was friends with who I’m looking for, and he has her location somewhere,” Rin said. 

You slid the screen up and realized the passcode was six numbers. What fucking passcode is six numbers? And how were you supposed to know the answer?

You wracked your brain for a moment. You had just seen this guy- granted, you couldn’t remember his name. He had come into the bar a while ago, buying shots to celebrate his birthday. That was… seven days ago. And he looked about your age, so…

Your fingers nervously typed in the six digits you assumed were his birthday. Voila. “I got it,” you said. 

“Perfect,” he replied, “Now I need you to find where the girl is. Her name’s Rose. Rose Walker.” You didn’t ask why, just nodded and got to work scrolling through his apps. You couldn’t help but notice he already had six missed calls from Andrea- probably the girl from the lock screen. You ignored the incoming call and clicked on Facebook. 

An ominous text message popped up on the screen. 

Andrea <3

You know you shared your location with me, right? I’m on my way. 

Your stomach dropped. “We should probably… I think we need to get out of here,” you said, showing Rin the message. “If she finds the… you know.”

“Smart idea, kiddo. C’mon, I parked down the road.” You blindly followed Rin, quickly turning off Location Services on the phone. 

You found Rin’s car parked just off the road. It’s a light blue convertible, some vintage model that suits him entirely. You buckled up without thinking. Rin sped down the gravel roads, headlights off. You could almost swear you heard sirens already. You’d be scared shitless if you weren’t already numb. 

Facebook, Twitter, and Snapchat were all dead ends.

Instagram was the last app you opened. You found Rose Walker’s profile and scrolled through her photos. All of them have been geotagged, the most recent from a town in Georgia. You relayed this information to Rin. 

He grinned from ear to ear, and the sight made you want to throw up again.

“Are you gonna let me go, now?” you asked. The grin fell. 

“I wouldn’t think so,” he replied. “I got a feeling you’re gonna be useful.”

#the sandman #Morpheus #dream of the endles #morpheus x reader #dream x gn! reader #the corinthian

[till-you-scream-and-cry]

Epilogue

word count: 900 words

contents: smut, angst, mentions of blood and violence, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder, the usual

author’s note: It's a wrap guys, thank you so much for sticking around, for your reblogs and comments. I hope you'll enjoy the ending 🖤

tåglist | Måsterlist | other chapters

“...alright guys, one last question. Are you excited about your American tour?” The interviewer asked with a bright smile.

“Well, of course, we are. It’s a huge step forward for us, a big change in our career, so many new opportunities.” Damiano answered with a smirk. His arm was nonchalantly draped across the back of the couch. The rest of the band nodded, smiling politely.

“How do you guys cope with the recent tragedy?” Her words were followed by silence. 

“We loved our manager dearly. She helped us through the rough beginnings of our career. We were all shocked to find out about her decision to end her life. As sad and heart breaking as it is, it was her choice.” Ethan said with his usual diplomatic calm voice. 

You smiled. Yes, a suicide. You remembered it differently. After that memorable night, you became a part of their family. Your bond was stronger than blood. Ethan held a grudge against Damiano for long weeks. Only recently they managed to talk, and sort of made up. You were forced to exist together, this was the only way. Shortly after your full change, when your fangs fully developed, Damiano arranged a visit from their manager. He set you up, knowing damn well that you won’t be able to resist. Not during your first big hunger. He smiled and nodded, encouraging you to take a sip. Seconds later, the manager was on the floor, completely drained from blood, with her neck torn to shreds. Damiano stroked your head and kissed your forehead, saying how proud of you he was. You lied to Ethan, this one last time, telling him that it was an accident. A happy one. They got rid of the body, staged suicide and started publicly grieving. Now, a few months after that, you all came to terms with a new situation. 

“Perhaps you could also tell me…” the interviewer started flipping her notes, you waved at her and pointed at the clock. Time out. “Oh I’m sorry, seems like we need to finish. Thank you so much. She smiled apologetically and mouthed ‘sorry’ in your direction. You smiled. Now you were the boss.

Ethan left the room first, he smiled at you and pulled you closer. He kissed you softly, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Thank you for saving us, she was getting annoying.” He mumbled and kissed your temple. 

“Of course my dear.” You winked at him.

The rest of them joined you, Vic and Thomas were chatting loudly, trying to untangle themselves from micro ports. Damiano walked over and slid a cigarette into his mouth. 

“I’m so done for today. Hungry?” he asked you with a grin. Ethan tensed up, you stroked his arm. 

“Very.” You purred. 

Soon later you were back home. The sun had set already, the black, velvet sky was poorly lit by some stars and a waxing moon. The house was filled with candles, spreading a warm light over the living room. 

“Oh, you’re home early.” 

“Are we an inconvenience in our own home?” Damiano hissed. 

“Leave her alone…” Vic smacked his arm and smiled at the girl. “The interview ended early.”

“Good, you must be hungry. But…” the new assistant moved to the side, presenting them the big table in the living room. “I got you a nice dinner.”

“You may go…thank you,” Ethan mumbled, holding you steadily. The girl bowed and almost run outside.

You walked closer to the table. It was beautifully decorated with fresh flowers, candles, and dark cloth. In the middle was a beautiful girl, with a face of an angel, long blond hair, dressed in a white, lacy dress. She was tied to the table, her hands and legs were cuffed with chains. She was sedated and sleeping peacefully.

“She deserves a raise.” Thomas chuckled. 

“She really does…” You mumbled, tracing your fingers over the soft skin of her arm. The candlelight hit the emerald stone of your engagement ring. Ethan stepped closer, wrapped his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder. 

“You can start if you want…” he kissed your neck. You turned your head to him and kissed him softly.

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea.” you looked around to seek everyone’s approval. They nodded with a smirk.

Ethan let go of you. You walked closer and pushed the girl’s curls to the side, exposing her neck a bit more. You leaned down, intoxicated with her strong scent. Young, sweet blood, your favourite. You felt your heart pumping faster, your fangs were fully out. You started panting and finally unable to control your urges, you dipped your fangs into her soft skin. The blood started flowing, and you kept sucking. Once you quenched your initial thirst, you pulled away, letting the blood drip down your chin, staining the girl’s white dress. 

The rest kept looking at you with pride, Damiano’s grin was the widest. It’s crazy how much has changed since you met them for the first time. You found your family, your home, creatures you felt safe with. You felt powerful, successful and…happy. You found what you were always missing. An outlet for your curiosity, hunger for more and... bloodlust. Quite literally. 

*******THE END*******

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[polyamorouspunk]

Hi, I got nothing interesting to say really, but I wanted to share my current fovorite song?

https://youtu.be/K-bWQ7Dk5rw?si=ybb3kg20hMF5V1zo

It's a really good vent song about chronic illnesses. And it's catchy as hell.

Hope you have a nice day❤

Damn that hits home, especially because I woke up in the middle of the night with pain.

I’ve noticed the stools are missing at our counter at work and it’s concerning me because obviously as someone with chronic pain issues I need to sit a lot.

And I really hope it’s not a case of “we felt like you guys sat too much” because that would be such bullshit.

I’ve been having people tell me “why don’t you just go on disability?!” And it’s like. Because I don’t want my life ruined. But it’s coming to the point I might try and get a doctor’s note saying I need special circumstances like the ability to sit or something. I know at least one person at my job had that, but getting some sort of doctor’s note might require another appointment, and I’m still working for pay off the $900 blood work that didn’t catch anything. You know how it goes.

It is a really good vent song about chronic illness. I’m not a vocaloid fan but I definitely liked it.

#punk gets mail #vent

[silenthillmutual]

If you’re still doing the movie asks: 2, 4, 12, & 20

Always!! I love to talk about movies :)

2. What was your favorite film as a child?

I had a few theoughout different eras, but the one I most clearly remember being attached to was Beetlejuice! I am... not particularly thrilled to hear about the sequel. I just don't think it needs one. Maybe it'll be good - I don't know or care, it feels bad to me.

4. Is there a film that you love except for the ending? What would you change about the ending?

I'm actually kind of... mixed about how Rebel Without a Cause ends. I know, I know. The Hays Code. Bury your gays. Etc etc. But the pacing in that movie is just abysmal to me, and it felt like they couldn't commit to it being a sad ending. It feels like they tried to end it on a light note by having Jim introduce Judy to his parents and it just doesn't fit to me, tonally. I'll also say that the ending to American Mary felt abrupt, like they were thinking it was getting too long and decided to throw an ending out there that didn't to me fit with the rest of the film, plot-wise (thematically it made sense it just kind of felt like Suddenly We Have A New Bad Guy).

12. Which movie has your favorite soundtrack?

That's a damn good question! The only movie soundtrack I own on vinyl is Akira, so I'm tempted to say that. But I also have to hand Stanley Kubrick a massive W on the sound design and soundtracks in his films. I think they're part of what make his films so striking, no matter what mixed feelings I have about them otherwise.

20. What movies do you have on your current to-watch list?

My Letterboxd to-watch list has over 900 films on it, which sounds like a lot but at one point it was over 2k and I thought to myself that unless I quit my job and spend the rest of my life watching movies that was simply an unreasonable number to have. So a few I'd really like to get around to watching next are Suspiria, Paris is Burning, Princess Mononoke, Aliens, The Exorcist III, In the Mood for Love, Memento Perfect Blue, Eyes Without a Face, Wild at Heart, Videodrome, Hausu, Solaris, Ravenous, A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night, Possession, and First Reformed

movie questions :)

#icarus.txt #go-go-devil

[mynametido]

Hola a todos!!

I wanted to make my first post on here about the desired reality that I'm currently focused on. This being my Hogwarts dr. Not Harry Potter, Hogwarts. We'll get to that in a minute. Just a note before we go any further as well, I took huge chunks out of my script when re-writing it here because it's quite lengthy, and all you guys need is the gist. Without further ado here is...

Hogwarts

[ a script ]

INTRO

“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love,” - Albus Dumbledore. I am a 3rd year at Hogwarts School of Wizardry, and I have plans to become a dragon-keeper/dragonologist.

WHERE I ARRIVE

I am riding the Hogwarts express on my way to the Hogwarts School of Wizardry for my first day of year 3.

Our (Fred and I) train carriage smells distinctly like coffee and vanilla beans.

ABOUT ME

Things

- Name = OR name

- 15 years old

- Birthday = February 27th

- I am a full-blood.

- I am an optimistic extrovert.

Background

- Basically long story short my parents died in a house fire when I was 7 and I've been living with my adopted family ever since I was 9.

Appearance

- I don't have a face claim because I just script that I have my desired appearance and let my subconscious fill in the rest. But I guess some unique things that I've written down are:

Food doesn't affect my health or weight.

This just makes life so much easier. No second guessing that extra cookie or unnecessary guilt/shame for "unhealthy" cravings.

I am immune to any facial blemishes, acne, hyper pigmentation, large pores, blackheads, etc. My skin is flawless in every way and is always completely clear.

I'm a little bit of a perfectionist, guys, if you haven't already figured out, but only where it counts. I don't buy into the whole idea that you have to script in flaws for your dr to be "realistic" and meaningful. My motto is, "Even if the world is burning and crashing down around me, at least I'm hot."

(My nails) are indestructible, so they never break when I don't want them to.

Don't mind me, just taking out any minor inconvenience wherever I can. 🧍🏽‍♂️

Skills

- I can sing really well.

- I am fluent in 6 languages: English, Spanish, French, Korean, and Russian + ESL. I am immune to losing fluency in any of these languages.

- I can play chess well.

- My reading pace is 20 spp (seconds per page)

I completely just made that up btw, i don't think that spp is an actual thing. 💀

- I am an amazing artist. My style is so fun. I can easily draw anything and turn it into a masterpiece.

- I can play the piano really well. I am skilled at playing by ear.

You know essentially all of your default run of the mill dark academia associations. Piano playing, chess, speaking Russian, etc etc.

SCHOOL

Academia/status

So I'll just show the first few sentences of each bullet I created because the rest is just fluff.

I get 100%'s on all my tests, assignments, assessments, etc, without fail. I literally am incapable of getting less than perfection on everything. I always get homework and tests done fast with A++ accuracy. I am an excellent student. During a test, I could close my eyes and fill in random answers, and still get full marks on every question.

900 IQ groundbreaking big brain energy with this one everyone (being sarcastic obvi). Why should I work harder when I can...well damn not work at all right?

I am so popular. Everyone absolutely loves me. I am the main character. I live the most exciting teen dream filled life. My life is so interesting and fun, it's like a literal movie. My life is like that one part of the song Art Deco. I can live in the present easily and live each day moment to moment. Everything in my life is perfect. Everyday is an adventure.

I swear I have that song on loop in my head. Lana Del Rey is our lord and savior. 🙏 ❤️

As well as having a separate living area for each house, there is also a designated study space that is outside of the school for each house. The study space is open for students 24/7.

It's such bull that in the movies and books, they have a curfew. No one cares that I'm off doing my hot girl shit hitting them books at 12 am.

Schedule

(First class starts at 8:45 and last class ends at 2:30)

◗ 　1rst period - Core class: Potions

◗ 　2nd period - Core class: Herbology

◗ 　3rd period - All school year: Study Hall (45 minutes)

◗ 　4th period - Elective: Astronomy (1rst semester)

◗ 　4th period - Elective: Transfiguration of charms (2nd semester)

◗ 　5th period - All school year: Lunch

◗ 　6th period - Elective: Divination (1rst semester)

◗ 　6th period - Elective: Care of Magical Creatures (2nd semester)

◗ 　7th period - Core class: History of Magic

◗ 　8th period - Defense Against the Dark Arts

FRIENDS/FAMILY

Family

- Adam Rabon & Lowell Rabon: Adam and Lowell, 38 and 36, are my dads. My parents have been in a loving relationship since Adam was 22 and Lowell was 20. They are in a happy and healthy relationship with each other and will be with each other until death do them part. They are both full-bloods.

- Tobi Rabon: Tobi is my younger brother by 9 years. We have a really strong sibling bond, and my parents adopted him when he was 5 about a year ago.

- Natalie Rabon: Natalie is my aunt on Adam's side. She is a half-blood.

- Aaliyah Haughton: Aaliyah is my aunt on Lowell's side. She is a full-blood.

- 🧸 Fred Weasley: Me and Fred have been friends for 7 years. My family has been longtime customers to the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley. We live very close to the Weasley house.

Friends/Other People

- *TB* Benjamin Wadsworth

- *TB* Someone from my OR

- (Mar) Marlon Wayans

SAFETY

- I am immune from any diseases, illnesses/sicknesses, or any other health impairments (such as lice, and etc.)

- My safeword to leave and go to my OR is "Jumanji", I can't forget this safeword.

- 1 second in or = 1 year in dr

- I have a high pain tolerance.

- I can only die from old age.

- I have an infinite amount of money to spend.

- Neither do Harry Potter or he who shall not be named exist in this reality.

They can both take their raggedy petty ass drama to another reality + (disclaimer: I am not talking about Daniel Radcliffe), Harry seems like he'd be super annoying irl. Anyways, side tangent over.

- I have all my desired clothes and accessories.

- Everything in my dr tastes, looks, feels, sounds, and smells 10x better than my or.

So that's the end of the blog. If you want me to go more in-depth about different parts of my script that I left out, pm me, and we'll talk! I'm still trying to figure out Tumblr, so I don't even know if pms are a thing on here. Okay okay I'm done for now. Happy shifting everyone! ☆☆☆

#Spotify #shifting #shifting realities #desired reality #hogwarts #harry potter #master shifter

[contentment-of-cats]

What they knew, when they knew it.

As I noted in a previous post, the North Atlantic is a nest of SONAR and hydrophones from multiple nations and entities. The news that a station detected an implosion on the Sunday morning that the Titan launched is not news to me. Sound carries under water very handily.

Do I think that the news was deliberately delayed?

Note that communication with Titan's base ship stopped about one hour and forty-five minutes into the dive which started at 8:00AM US-ET. Previous reports indicated that losing comms happened before, but did it happen often enough that this was disregarded? The sub was scheduled to resurface at 3:00PM. Polar Prince did not report the sub as 'missing' until 5:40PM - more than two hours later. I think that the crews from Oceangate and the Polar Prince knew. I think they had an idea at 9:45AM, I think they knew damn well by 3:00PM, and I think they were certain by the time they called in the cavalry. I think that denial is always possible - not wanting to believe that five people were crushed like little ketchup packets a soda can at 6,000psi is a valid reason for denial.

I don't think anyone else connected the dots until Sunday night. After all, there are sounds created by underwater volcanic eruptions, earth movements, animals, icebergs, and what have you. The agencies involved would have been queried, the information passed on to pertinent parties, and the band plays on. On Sunday night, people who understood the lack of communication and the abrupt cessation of same plus the noise captured that morning knew what had likely happened. However, at that point it would have been irresponsible to stop looking. The defenses of numerous countries depend on submarines, and a number of deep-sea submersibles and ROVs are on the bottom, coming up, or going down at any given time.

Timing is not proof.

So, they would have queried - anyone lose a sub? No? None of you guys? Okay. Maybe it's from someone who wouldn't tell anyone they lost a sub. Could it have been a narco-sub sinking? Unusual in the Atlantic, but possible. They would try to triangulate the most likely origin of the noise. How big did it sound? When the news came in of the Titan being lost 900 nautical miles east of Cape Cod and the nearest USCG assets, I'd imagine the first thought being, "Oh. Shit."

Nobody wanted to be honest about the mission. This was recovery from the get-go. Not a rescue. Nobody wanted to say it.

There was never going to be a happy ending, but we're a hopeful species. It's just that nobody wanted to tell us,

#titanic #titan submarine #oceangate

[the-little-robyn]

I posted 582 times in 2022

That's 518 more posts than 2021!

278 posts created (48%)

304 posts reblogged (52%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@the-little-robyn

@wikluk

@daliceus

@allofasudden00

@i-am-not-your-little-princess

I tagged 392 of my posts in 2022

Only 33% of my posts had no tags

#encanto - 160 posts

#disney encanto - 110 posts

#encanto fanart - 101 posts

#julieta madrigal - 89 posts

#httyd - 82 posts

#mirabel madrigal - 80 posts

#how to train your dragon - 56 posts

#rtte - 40 posts

#agustin madrigal - 36 posts

#encanto comic - 33 posts

Longest Tag: 84 characters

#i'm to totally taking advantage that turning red is trending on litteraly everywhere

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

⚠️TW: Blood & Death⚠️

A few months before Antonio's gift ceremony

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346 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#4

2nd word?

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356 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#3

It's because of reasons

See the full post

386 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

#2

Someone:"And this looks ancient"

Me: "what? No...it's only... 10 YEARS OLD?! I remember watching this in elementary school."

10 years ago today (yesterday), dragon riders of berk first premiered on cartoon network and as someone who didn't watch the first HTTYD movie in theatres this series was my gateway to the franchise. Yeah, we're all getting old. If you watch HTTYD as a kid, you're definitely an adult now. Start paying those bills, bud. I'll see you next year for Defenders of Berk's 10 anniversary and in 2025 for RTTE 10th anniversary.

Bye, old people ❤

470 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Angst comic upahead

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900 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Well i'll be damn. This year has been great. Thanks you guys.

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[the-firebird69]

Indian motorcycle has the same dilemma they made the same motor or less it's a different cc or CI depending on which one you like and it has a smaller motor and it is about 900 CC now it's about 770 cc's exact number is easy to find and we will take those out and sell those engines and start making the new one cuz we don't like the humongous spiders and we don't like the smaller motors either but they were much better and they're from the Harley Davidsons are 2020 and 2021 and then they went a little insane in 22 and 23 and really the 23s are pretty much sold but those two years are the same for Indian and we know who it was it was John remillard and he's an a****** but he may have planned this but nobody's making the damn motor cuz he's an idiot now you start looking at his notes and he found it earlier on and realizes he had as Trump he had to covid-19 and it says it too in the news and people are saying he shouldn't be elected but he'll try and use it against people but he can't figure out what it says no he found it and it says what we're saying he can't believe it he'll say it always says okay it's fine good riddance.

We're going to make a big map of who's bad and who's not no it's ridiculous if you're not doing anything valuable you should know you're in trouble

-these people here have said a lot of stuff to us and they're going to pay for it and we're getting ready for an attack on them and other people are too and we're going to push you the hell out of here you're discusting assholes everyday.

-we don't care to mention that people are threatening him already and social security and housing and more people who are related and they're disgusting and don't ever check and they're just being down can't afford that either and we have a program going to do it so today we're discussing what's happening in Charlotte county as a few changes

-they're changing the management of Charlotte county it's going to be a new manager this manager has been here for a while and people know who he is and he's not that bad of a guy people say oh he knows it's bja going in and pushing Trump out fully out of the area to try and grab our son on the way out of here and too much either he doesn't do anything all day these people are morons the whole world is upset about it and going after them and he will make changes minor ones but it will get some things done and he is going to the position this week

-the mayor of Port Charlotte is going to be fired and that is John remillard and they're trying to remove him as sheriff and it will be a step towards that direction and once again it's bja trying to get all the posts to bring our son to Australia

-there are other positions and places of power that bja is going to force them to vacate one way or the other is in and that one is position of controller here in Charlotte county and that's actually Mac Daddy no it's one of Trump's guys is Terry cheesman and he's in charge of the treasury too and the federal government and bja is pushing him out of there to try and have a coup and he's fairly good size and thinks he can do it. After a time people will realize that he's serious and they start opposing him really takes until they're forced out of all their jobs and he's starting this week in earnest has been saying it for a while and doing a little thing here and there

-other things are happening we are raising Giants and true they don't come out the city and they come out nearby no through tunnels and they come out near ships and if we raise them up they lose their ship and usually we just break it because they're crap. Most of these Giants won't fill out the hole if these ships are there and they crushed the ship and it falls to the backhand and ruins engines and that's not a problem we'll recycle it. People are going to blame JC and Mary and they will blame his kids and they will blame Tommy F and they will blame Max and they will blame others for raising them and that's how it goes

-we have other things to talk about is a big topic of discussion nowadays and their son says along with these Giants are armies of smaller Giants they're not just going to pop over and crush the ship they breach disabled scan remove after crushing your entire army and move the ship out of the way piece by piece and Justin saying we're getting going here and all I can say is exact is pretty good but it's not good enough that's Justin Justin is not a brilliant thinker he's not even mediocre but he is a British secret agent and yeah you're in trouble here and we have other things to report and we shall momentarily

Thor Freya

Olympus

It's kind of a funny thing he's busy doing stuff and he stops talking and everybody has to wait and he's the leader so he keeps doing that cuz he has to get stuff done daily activities and they're hoping to go the other way but no we have a lot of stuff these are big changes to look forward to and they could go badly so we have to make sure they don't and we're on top of it but this week our immediate problem John remillard is going to get the s*** kicked out another problem child and the pseudo empire is going to be kicking the crap out of both of them and these people have asked for it for a long time with their mouths and actions and they are horrible horrible assholes I can't stand them and they really deserve this it's about time but really they had a big army and they gave it up to sit here and chastise one person and completely morons for that it's found out they're very stupid and this is one of the reasons why they're found out and common sense says that they're dumb because her actions are horrible and they're just sitting there screaming out what they're doing and running on themselves and expecting something what you doing doesn't make any sense it's too gross they're gross people and I can't wait till they're out of here and really we have to pick up the slack we have to do the work and we have to anyways and now these people are in the way so we're moving forwards and we're going to get it done really really soon

Hera

We thank you for that and we're moving on to the next subject in a moment

Thor Freya

Olympus

[thatbassistbitch]

i apologize for yesterday’s absence, i was wacked the fuck out bc not sleeping properly after my fight with my mom had me fucked up and i apparently have at least 3 if not 4 separate infections going on right now so i am fucking exhausted. not to mention i’m currently in 2 cram courses and spent most of last night cranking out literally 14 individual multi-part assignments.

#traumadump tw (in tags) #i may continue to have lapses in activity due to the intensity of these courses i had to pay $900 out of pocket for #but it should end at the end of the month #then regular college hits #still intensive but not 16 weeks of content crammed into 4 kind of intensive y’know? #on a side note i very nearly made a Permanent Oops due to brainworms so uh haha mental illness check✨ #and so did my mom! #very lovely to hear your mother say she wants to put a bullet through her skull after she just tore you a new asshole for daring to feel #scared and frustrated because you’re sick and need help and she isn’t helping #keep in mind folks she compared me to one of her abusive exes. backtracked about it being my bio father but still compared me to #the other guy we lived with in 2005 who i only have terrifying memories of #so yeah after that part i just blanked and thought about nothing but aliven’t #i’m not sure how many people saw that post but uh 😬 #i then spent the rest of that morning consoling her for treating me like that and telling her i forgave her and didn’t blame her #and that it was my fault and not hers #and the psychologist part of me is screaming THAT WAS SO FUCKED UP I SHOULD JUST GO STAY WITH MY GRANDPARENTS #but the people pleaser part of me still wants to commit bad action because damn i remind my mother of a man who chased her through the #house to yell at her and tear her apart #whether that’s my bio dad or c h e t it doesn’t matter they were both fucked up #and she also admitted to me that for the entire time i’ve been alive she has been scrutinizing me for similarities to him. #she expected me to be like him. #sorry to trauma dump in the tags btw i just gotta get this off my chest cuz i’m. #i am very much not fucking okay and i haven’t been for days #i can’t stop playing it in my head over and over. #i’m trying to play it off like it’s fine but it’s really not fucking fine i am not fucking fine

[hauntedwitch04]

Stupid in love

Sirius Black x Reader

Words: about 900 words

Warnings: bad word, and bad writing, angst to fluff.

Author's note: Hi! There is a Sirius' one shot, hope you like it!

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Gif not mine, credit to the owner

Y/N's pov 

I enter the Gryffindor common room with a quick step, making my anger felt with every step. I sit down on the couch in front of the fire. I see that Remus is sitting in the nearby chair, intent on reading one of his books, but I'm too busy staring at the fire, not to burst into tears, to look at what he's reading. 

I stand there with my arms crossed, trying not to give in to the temptation to drop the tears that are now clouding my vision, until I hear someone sit down next to me and put an arm around my shoulders. I turn around and see Sirius, with his usual goofy grin, who upon seeing my face immediately becomes serious. 

Sirius: "Who do I have to kill honey? You name it and I'm ready to take him out, I don't care who. James too if I have to."

A light laugh escapes my lips, but due to this loss of control over my emotions, I begin to cry, letting my anger turn to sadness. 

Remus: "Don't overreact Sirius. Hey, Y/N what's going on? I've never seen you like this!"

I try to breathe through the sobs and tears as the two boys, now both sitting next to me, hug me trying to calm me down. I've never been one for physical displays of affection, but damn right now it's just what I need. 

Y/N: "You know my-my boyfriend, the one I've been dating for six months"-both of us nodding understanding who I'm talking about-"there, he cheated on me. And not once but so many times that he couldn't even remember the number of girls he cheated on me with. And I never would have found out if I hadn't caught him screwing one of the girls, in the girls' bathroom. And he wasn't even sorry about it, in fact he told me like he was proud of what he did! I don't deserve this!" 

By now I can't stop the tears and sobs, letting everything I feel come out. 

Remus: "I'm going to kill him." 

Sirius: "I was exaggerating when I said that, though. And anyway it's little to kill him, you have to make him suffer." 

Remus: "Agreed. You stay here with her and make sure she's okay, I'm going to go find James and Regulus, we'll see if we can make them pay."

Before I can say anything, the werewolf has already left in search of our other best friends. I spend what seems like hours in Sirius' arms, crying, while he gently strokes my back and hair trying to calm me down, sometimes leaving me six light, sweet kisses on my forehead. 

I can't deny that I don't feel something because of this behavior of his. 

The truth is that I always liked Sirius, but I never had the courage to tell him about my crush on him, because he always had the reputation of a playboy and I was afraid that he would break my heart, so I went looking for another guy, who yes I liked, but not even too much. 

In fact, the reason I've been crying for hours is not because he cheated on me, but because he had said so many horrible things to me, including that no one would ever love me. 

Those words keep ringing in my head, and the more I think about it, the more I think that moron is right. 

Y/N: "Sirius?" 

Sirius: "Yes honey."

Y/N: "Do you think anyone will ever love me? I don't think so, come on I mean look at me, plus I have a terrible temper and-" 

Sirius: "Stop talking nonsense! Of course someone is going to love you, or someone loves you. How can anyone not love someone like you! Damn you're amazing, you're fucking perfect, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."- the boy replies taking my chin in his hands, bringing my face up to his, looking me in the eyes. I lose myself in those two grey pupils, like the sky in a storm, where the clouds laden with rain are moving, threatening, moved by the wind. 

Sirius: "Sorry." 

That's all I hear before a pair of lips rest softly on mine interrupting my thoughts. All I can think about is the boy in front of me. The kiss is passionate and firm, yet gentle at the same time, like Sirius.

His hands rest on my waist, drawing me closer to him as I place my hands behind his neck, deepening the kiss. When we pull away we're both red in the face and out of breath. 

Sirius: "I know this isn't exactly the right time, but I love you, and I can't hold it in anymore...damn it I love you more than my own life, and I understand if you don't feel the same, but I couldn't not tell you." 

Y/N: "The truth is, I love you too. I've tried to put aside how I feel because I thought you didn't love me back so I tried to find someone else, but it didn't work out..." 

Sirius laughs, only to kiss me one more time when we hear someone shouting our names from the door to the common room. 

Remus: "Finally, I couldn't take much more of hearing Sirius's amorous complaints. The two of you are nothing but stupid in love, everyone could see that you were head over heels for each other." - While Regulus and James look at us wordlessly. 

Needless to say, that we laugh for hours at Remus' comment, and that no one was happier than him about us becoming a couple.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black fluff #sirius orion black #sirius being sirius #hauntedwitch04's writing

[regina-del-cielo]

I am, once again, Thinking about Nicolò di Genova and projecting all of my Italian feelings on him (I also blame @brightly-painted-canvas and her ‘Annoying Italian Dude’ Nicky series, go look it up, it’s a masterpiece).

I was trying to come up with Typical Italian Things that a 900-year-old Genovese man could still Relate to in modern times, especially something that we Italians, no matter the regional difference, can identify as ‘Ours’.

The answer, as always, comes from food. With the premise that there is No Such Thing as a Homogeneous Italian Cuisine, One (1) Red Thread I can think about that doesn’t require ingredients that are associated with Italy today but that Nicolò wouldn’t have known, is frying.

Until, like, yesterday, in Northern Italy you fried in butter (or ‘strutto’, lard) and in Southern Italy you used olive oil - today most just go with sunflower seed oil - but the point is, we like frying. Any food group. No matter the region. 

Think about anything - Cheese? Fish? Meat? Vegetables? Pasta? Pastries? Pizza? Someone somewhere has fried it. And perfected the recipe. Some regions more than others (looking at you Napoli e dintorni), but still...

Now, Southern Italy is Much Stronger on the ‘if it’s remotely edible I will fry it’ game, so Ligurian Cuisine doesn’t have many fried specialties from what I’ve seen - Liguria has a great olive oil, but they mostly use it as a condiment (or to soak their focaccia, not that it’s not a Fantastic Idea). 11th century gastronomy (what Nicolò would have been familiar with) was probably a bit poorer than today’s.

Here’s where Malta comes in handy, though.

We know from That Scene that Malta holds a Special Place in Nicky and Joe’s heart. It’s a common middle ground between both their homelands AND a crossroads for anyone in the Mediterranean. It’s an indipendent country now, but damn if it hasn’t exchanged hands through history (unrelated note, on a scale from 1 to 10 just How Much did it Piss Them Off that the bloody British Empire had possession of Malta for two centuries?!). 

Malta is a pretty small island though, so if they ever stayed longer than a sexcation, they couldn’t exactly settle down for long before people grew suspicious. Also, Nicky must have been Uncomfortable sharing an island with the Knights Hospitaller.

But, Malta is literally a stone’s throw away from another, bigger, island...

Sicily. Another land who’s been volleyed back and forth among kingdoms and cultures for millennia. A land where nobody would bat an eye at a guy looking like Nicolò and one looking like Yusuf being friends and sharing space in general, because they both blend.

And, most importantly, a land where frying food is a RELIGION. To quote a Sicilian customer of my brother’s pub, “if you don’t fry your vegetables, what are you even doing with your life?”

My point being, Nicolò has most probably experienced the whole evolution of Sicilian cuisine, repeatedly, for centuries. He and Yusuf must have eaten SO MUCH FRIED FOOD I can’t even think about it. And it’s comforting for them, because it’s not only So Fucking Good, but it’s also as close to home as it’ll ever get for them, in a way.

Tl;dr: you can tell when Nicky is Stress Cooking because he hogs the kitchen and Fries. For HOURS - like, he starts working on their lunch at 5 AM. Everything that comes out of those stoves is fried. Everything. 

And you can tell that he’s having a Bad Day(TM) when he starts whipping out arancini like there’s no tomorrow.

#the old guard #my ponderings #nicolò di genova #am I falling into the 'every Italian can cook' stereotype? Yes I am but I'm Italian so I am Allowed #also Somebody Must Have Learned How to Cook Decently in that family ok? Might as well be Nicolò 'Acts of Service' di Genova #I may have just headcanoned Nicky as an adopted Sicilian #which would still be historically accurate Genova had a lot of settlements in Sicily too it wouldn't have been so far-fetched #re: Nicky and Joe both blending in with Sicilians - Joe would have actually looked MORE like a Sicilian than Nicky himself lol #but still the two of them strolling in Siracusa with their arms on each other's shoulders in the 18th century? Nothing to see here pal #after One (1) Session of Nicky Stress Cooking Nile is suddenly glad for her immortality otherwise her liver would have deserted her #I think Andy would cheerfully commit murder for a plate of Nicky's fried zucchini flowers with mozzarella filling #my Soft Italian Murder Boi #yeah I love him your honour you got a problem with that?