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taralen · 2 months

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"Will I make it BIG too someday?"

Well, well! After much debate and a lot of "gentle encouragement" from friends, I decided to get out of my comfort zone and make an Addisona! This is my first time making a character directly based on myself in a very long time ( •_•) . . .

ANYWAY, this is Thetalan L. Addison. She is part of a rather small AU idea I have called "LoveLetter" a totally normal™ and romantic™ story about a little Addison lady who falls in love with Spamton during his Big Shot era! SO CUTE™ A̢͐̐̀ͨ͏̥́͟ń̄͛͏̷̷̱̕d̸̴̨̰ͥ̇͜ ̵ͯ͏̷̧̫f̡̲̄̕͟͠u̢͚͛̀͟͞l̢̡ͦ̚͏͇͡l̢̨̧ͪͧ͏̼ ̧̛̖̔̎̓̀̚͠ô͜͜͜҉͈f̂͟҉̢̙́ ̴̇̽͜͏̘͜Ą̵̈́͜҉̟Ḩ̴̢̪ͫ̋͊͞H͓̉͆́̀͢͠Ḩ̶̴̺ͧ̾͟H̵̨̢̬͆ͧ͟Ḩ̢̞͐̃͌͟͜M̷̜ͥ͘͜͜Y̢̧̭̿̂̔̆͢͢ ̸̧̣̽̀͟S̶̢̟ͥ̏͟͟T̴̨͈̈́̈͠͠O̡ͤ̌͏̷͇͡M̷̖͒̑̕̕͘A̡ͫ͜҉͖͘C̡͉̊ͤ̈́̀̕H͂͟͏̼́͟ ̷̴̧̛̤͛ͫ͋Ä̢̧̼́ͤ̓̎͜͡H̛͋̆̎ͮ͝҉͔̕H̢̜̎ͧ̍̑́̀͟Ḩ̵͙͗͛̚͠͠

Despite being my "sona," I consider her not exactly like me and a separate character. She just shares some of my traits! Anyway, here's some additional info on her:

Thetalan is a White Addison that works on the other side of Cyber City (the west side.) Although she has a lot of different sales and retail experience, she currently works for a wholesale company that sells goods in bulk/pallets to smaller businesses for resale by contacting clients via phone calls and email correspondence. She wishes to be in the spotlight, but all she gets are contracts to model in front of local businesses even though she is smaller than the average Addison. Despite her high performance, she feels unappreciated, and on the rare occasion they get a Lightner purchase, she never receives any commission.

Her inspiration and favorite person ever is the celebrity SPAMTON G. SPAMTON, aka BIG SHOT! As a fellow White Addison, she aspires to someday be like him and perhaps even share a stage with him! She never misses a show and collects everything she can of him. Unfortunately, she never got to meet him when he was still just like her...

One day she decides to confess her feelings and sends him a Number_1_Fan_Letter.txt! However, before she has any hope of hearing back, Spamton's sales drop to zero... And his height of stardom comes to a close.

But... One day, while lamenting over his fall from grace, she receives a mysterious LoveLetter.txt in the mail addressed from SPAMTON G. SPAMTON! Could this be her chance?! Did he really respond to hers?! FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON

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Anyway! I will draw her present-day version later. This is just something to do for [[f u n]] while I wait for chapter 3 to drop more lore. I really want to write a more expansive fic about all my headcanons concerning Spamton, but I don't feel like doing that until at least Chapter 3 drops... So for now....

Time to think about the contents of that Love Letter!

M̨̛̻ͤͣ͡͞Y̸̺ͨ͟͜͠ ̋̉͌̆͡͏̵̸͙Į͉ͪ́͘͠N̿̄̿͊҉̵̛̭͞S͑ͥ͟҉̷̢̞I̵̡͚ͦ̍̀̕D̴̛̦ͦ͘͡E̴̬͛̊́̚͝͝S̴̵͖̉͊͟͝ ̴͙͌̓̀́͘À̢̟͒́̽̕͘͟Ṟ̵̸͆́͟Ę̸̙̄̋̆̀͟͟ ̛͍̅̈͌͢͟͝B̨̢̡̢͎͆ͮͤU͋̊̚̕҉҉̗̀Ŗ̧̾̈ͤ͢͏̮N̸̢ͤ̿ͧ́̚҉̗I̶̧̭̊͜͝N̶̺̓̅̀̀͠G̿̀͏̕͠ͅ

#my art #deltarune #addison #white addison #addisona #spamton #spamton g spamton #self insert...? Sort of. Started off that way but Idk anymore lol #big shot era #big shot spamton #deltarune au #alternative universe #fan character #fan oc #female

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elusivecagedmockingbird · 2 months

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Not Warriors

[seokjin x reader] [1.4k+ lovers to strangers; breakup!au; angst, smut]

Now That We Don't Talk | Not In The Same Way | High

There's nothing left to miss Except the shots I take and phone calls from you

You have been glued to your bed, watching reruns of FRIENDS and overstuffing your face with low-fat soy ice cream. You were allowed to wallow, but you had a red carpet to attend in a couple of weeks.

You feel miserable, but you can't look it, so says your manager. She already had a fit when she saw the dark circles under your eyes—courtesy of losing sleep at night and crying like a river by day.

And so, you make amends by finally doing something active. Walking on the treadmill, your hand balances a pint of ice cream and the other finally turns on your phone.

It's been a week since you've turned off your phone, two since your bar brawl scandal blew up on social media, and three since you and Seokjin broke up.

The first thing you see is the bold 23 encircled in glaring red on the message bubble icon. Thinking nothing of it, probably spam messages, you open the app only to be greeted by messages from close friends and families—all with the same question, but in different tones: are you okay?

You almost burst into tears again.

You didn't think this would be you—a living cliché of a heartbroken woman in her late 20s, cutting people off all because of one guy.

But Seokjin isn't some guy.

For a time, you believed he was the one. Despite hiding from the spotlight and keeping your relationship on the down-low, the moments you shared together were genuine and wholly yours.

Until they weren't, of course.

Stardom had its price. One canceled dinner turned to two until it wasn't just dinner he was missing, but special shared occasions you once celebrated were forgotten, too.

As he gained attention, more people wanted his company. You were no longer a priority and you never dared to use that against him. Hard as it was, you understood that his time wasn't entirely yours. Hell, he missed lunch dates with his mother, too. But what broke your heart was finding out it wasn't just his time you shared with other people, but his devotion, too.

Your phone ringing breaks you out of your stupor. Blinking your tears away, you see Seokjin's name on your screen.

You freeze. And so do your legs that were walking on autopilot. The next thing you feel is your body hitting your gym floor—phone screen cracked and the pint of ice cream rolling beside you.

This is bad. Oh, so bad.

You'll surely get in trouble if your manager finds out where you are.

And who you are waiting for.

You were supposed to visit your doctor after falling ungracefully from the treadmill earlier, instead you rushed to buy a new phone and waited for Seokjin to ring again.

The familiarity makes you sad and laugh in pity. You waited for Seokjin a lot. You waited for the perfect time to reveal your relationship, waited for him to remember your anniversaries and dates and come home, and you waited for him as he lived out his celebrity life with the hope he would remember the life he has with you.

You had a reason to wait for him then. And here you are again. Waiting.

You hear a patterned knock—one that you know so well. It's something you and Seokjin came up with when one of you would sneakily visit the other.

A rush of nostalgia tugs at your heart. You wish you were meeting as lovers. Just like old times. But no, this isn't like before, is it?

You ponder on not opening the door. All it takes is a few steps back to the bed where you can sit yourself down and wait for him to leave. But before you could convince your feet to move, you heard your name called behind the door.

It sounded like a plea.

Seokjin was always compelling. You always, somehow, gravitated towards him. You think that was what lasted you to stay with him for a long time, despite the love and trust fading away with the years. You hesitantly open the door halfway, eyes downcast and you mumble his name, ready to make your own plea—please leave. If he truly loves you, he has to let you go. He already walked away from you countless times, now would be the one time you would be thankful if he does it again.

But he doesn't.

Seokjin pushes the door to fully open before he quickly enters the room. As soon as the lock clicks, Seokjin pulls you in for a kiss.

His lips invade yours—tongue dipping in the caverns of your mouth, teeth clashing and you eventually return his kisses. Lust clouds the room, eclipsing your rationality.

The hundreds of reasons you shouldn't be here with Jin aren't lost on you. Your friends and manager drilled those in your head and it made sense. But something about Seokjin and his hands pulling at your clothes was simultaneously tearing down those walls of reasons.

Seokjin's hard body collides with yours on the bed as soft as his lips that were now making its way down to your core. You grip his hair and push his head to rush him. The sound of him chuckling comes first, followed by a wet lick to your pussy.

You stutter out his name, back arching as your grip on him tightens. In return, he grabs your thighs and pulls your hips even closer to him. His head burrowed deep in you and his fluffy bangs tickle your pubic.

"M-missed you," his words came out garbled. His mouth busy sucking your clit as he works his tongue inside your pussy.

You missed him, too. Still do. Even though you've got your eyes on him, in the same room as him, and parts of your bodies are pressed so close, not even air could pass through, you still miss him.

But you doubt he misses you the same way.

"Ride m-my face," he commands, words escaping his mouth between hungry laps at your core.

Everything that follows is muscle memory. You gyrate your hips, smearing Seokjin with your spurting arousal and you feel the vibrations from his groans. Your legs remain locked in his arms. Your lover of the night sits up and tugs at his damp brief. You drool at the sight of his long hard thick cock springing free.

However this night ends, you would relish the feeling of having him inside you again.

Seokjin plunges his dick until his balls hit your ass. He was quick to silence your moans with his lips, hotel sheets cloaking the skin slapping against skin. The only thing giving you away was the loud thuds of the bedpost against the wall, going in the same rhythm as Seokjin thrusts his cock into your pussy.

You cry out his name and a series of love confessions follows, "I still love you, Jinnie," you cry out. He thrusts harder and faster with replies of ‘I know's’.

But does he really know, you wonder. You note the lack of alike sentiments—no, I love you too's, like he would respond before.

Stuck in the haze, you let the uncertainty linger. You take it as he fucks you like he still loves you too.

Your arms remain in a tight embrace and your lips glued to each other's necks, breathing each other in.

Like lovers do.

You're awakened with a tickling feeling on your cheeks—perhaps a morning kiss, much like the smooches Seokjin showers you with in the morning.

With eyes still closed, you blissfully hum as your arm stretches across the bed. Your hands are expecting to reach a warm body but they hang in the air as you open your eyes to peek. Your limbs drop as quickly as your heart does.

A dejected sigh is all you could let out. You think you've been dried out from the past few weeks of crying.

This is pathetic, really. You feel pathetic and start to pity yourself even more. You don't know why you could still believe he called to get back together. If there was one thing you learned from the recent months you and Seokjin spent—those months leading to your fallout—you'd know he's no longer the person you fell in love with.

Your friends were right. By the end of it, you turned into just another body who warmed his bed. Or in this case, wet his dick.

And so you make a decision. You're not sure if you're strong enough to follow through with this.

But all you know is this—right now, as a start—you push yourself to remember Seokjin as the man who shattered your dreams and left you alone to dust the smithereens.

The next time your phone rings and Seokjin's caller ID pops on your screen, you deliberately miss his call.

#bts #jin #bts jin #jin x reader #bangtanwritershq #seokjin x reader #seokjin #wwh jin #wwh #bts fic #bts fanfic #angst #angst fanfic #bts angst #bts smut #bts imagines

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davyjoneslockr · 9 months

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IDK IF ITS TOO LATE FOR THE CHARACTER ASK GAME buuut trish if ur still doing it!

(For this ask game)

First impression: I guess I didn’t really think much about her at first? I loved her intro and her almost breaking Narancia’s wrist + dunking on Fugo for no discernible reason was so awesome of her. But she unfortunately kinda took a back seat for the beginning parts of Vento Aureo, and I just found myself wishing there was more of her, and that she was granted more agency by the narrative.

Impression now: LOVE HER SO MUCH. After like the halfway point of VA she very quickly became a highlight of the part for me. The way she doesn’t hesitate to question what’s happening around her, chooses to become an active player instead of letting her (very justified) fear consume her, and when she not only gets a stand, but one that presents her softness as a strength and demonstrates the incredible resolve she has? So so good. I also really really love her in the Purple Haze Feedback bonus chapter, where she meets Bucciarati’s mom and ponders whether he was a good person after all, and I think she was a great perspective to frame the Giorno vs Mista fight in the flashback. I only wish she had more time in the spotlight, and that she had a more active role in the final fight (which. Sorta ties in to other criticisms I have of the part as a whole).

Favorite moment: Obvious answer, but the Notorious BIG fight. Like I said before, I think Spice Girl is a perfect stand for her, and I like that she’s sentient, which allows her to basically interact with her own conscience while she’s suddenly thrust into a life-or-death situation only she can handle. And we finally have a fight where it’s not Giorno stepping in to save everyone – because without Trish, Giorno would’ve been out of commission for good. I also just found the way she struggles, has to think on her toes, and ultimately perseveres very refreshing and human in a way that reminds me of what I loved about Jonathan in Phantom Blood. And her “arrivederci” at the end is so awesome I clap and cheer every time I see it. Again it makes me wish we had more Trish-centric arcs, because Notorious BIG was so so good and she was what made it such a highlight for me.

Idea for a story: Post-canon Trish aughhh I love you. Whether it’s immediately after Vento Aureo where Giorno isolates her from her only living friends, and she has to navigate life on her own after her world was shattered over the course of a week, or years down the road where (I think) she eventually reunites with them, has to confront Fugo now that’s he’s back, interacts with Sheila E. (so much tragic toxic foil relationship potential), and balances her stardom with her ties to the criminal underworld. I need to write more about her there’s so much to talk about with her.

Unpopular opinion: As much as I love AUs where she joins Passione in some capacity, I don’t think that would be a good or satisfying ending for her. I think she retains those relationships eventually, and she definitely wont ever be able to live a “normal” life after everything she witnessed, but the fact that she ultimately leaves Passione and does something else with her life is good, actually. It builds on her contrasts with Narancia (where he didn’t take the chance to lead a better life, and she did), and, frankly, I don’t think she deserves to have to do horrible things and fight to survive for the rest of her life.

Favorite relationship: Her and Narancia!! The parallels between them are so awesome, and I like how Narancia projects onto her at first, but eventually gets to actually know her as a person – and while they’re different in many ways, they’re still similar, and Trish grows to trust him, too (love that one of the first things she does after the body swap is to run to “Narancia” for comfort). And her friendship with Mista by the end is so fun and silly too, and quickly turns tragic with the PHF bonus chapter stuff. Let them go to the mall together please I’m begging no more horrors </3

Favorite headcanon: When she’s older and far into her music career, rumors start spreading around that she’s involved with the mafia. They’re generally treated with the same level of seriousness as the “Paul McCartney/Avril Lavigne died and was replaced with a lookalike” conspiracies. Eventually, she puts out a rock opera concept album based on a “fictional mafia story,” with a couple strangely-dressed musicians nobody can place a name to – a guitarist and a pianist – joining her usual lineup. Everyone praises her for being a meme savvy queen.

#jjba #trish una

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the-trinket-witch · 1 year

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Pomefiore Steampunk AU Introduction

Technology is one of many exports that Nightraven offers as an ever growing city. Many come to the city to catch up on or possibly set the newest fashion trends. Of course, they would have to get in line behind the Prince of Poison and his entourage. These three hold the spotlight that has put them on most every cover of paper, catalog or magazine. And looking fashionable is not simply confined to textiles, if the budding charity ‘On the Other Hand’ has anything to say about it. (Charity name and concept courtesy of @squidwen )

Vil Schoenheit

The aforementioned ‘Prince of Poison’, Vil had grown up in an alchemist’s household. While life of the Sciences was not his preferred route of career, he still has retained the teachings of his family. His finesse with both potions, poisons and petticoats had drawn the eye of a certain Divus Crewel. Crewel took the young Vil under his tutelage, and thrust him into the world of design. Vil’s multifaceted talent had allowed him to rub elbows with other such rising stars in Nightraven, one of which being a young Niege LaBlanche. While in separate fields of influence, Vil in fashion and Niege in the young ‘Motion Picture’ industry, the two found themselves in assumedly healthy competition for prominence.

Vil would contest any notion of friendship; rivalry maybe. But however their relationship was pronounced, he had found himself shoving Niege out of the path of, and himself under, a carriage that required surgery and subsequent prosthetic legs. Vil, never being one to wallow in self-pity and with a new perspective on accessibility, focussed his sights on creating a charity organization to provide better access to prosthetics. Such a move only provided further stardom. All along his exploits have been two men at his side both as support and assistance. One Rook Hunt and protege Epel Felmier.

Rook Hunt

A man of multiple talents, his dexterity in expertise has found him being pulled to multiple avenues of work. From relentless hunter and trapper, to language tutor, to answering love-related editorials, he’s accomplished quite a bit. So it’s with his accomplishments that caught Vil’s eye, and Vil’s pride in his new limbs that equally captivated Rook. His employment alongside Vil has him running errands, scheduling appointments, and coordinating outfits. But with stardom comes the need to continue the line of work, to find someone who can appeal to more than your own wheelhouse, and so came the time to find such a character. Enter:

Epel Felmier

A young man having been raised on a small farm near Harveston. His family’s influence is small, only really extending to those they supply apples to. Like any man from a small town, the city held an allure of potential and fame. But like anyone first setting foot out to seek their fortune, Epel’s move to Nightraven landed him work in a textile mill.

While it was honest work, there was a bit of resentment in his main utility being nimble-and small-enough to unjam the machinery. It was on the tail end of one grueling day that put him in the path of Vil and Rook. His face hung low, and to the other two, absolutely beautifully. They inquired if he had work, his lukewarm explanation was enough of a go-ahead to offer a place at their side as another model and errand runner. It wasn’t sweating in a clothing mill so it was enough for the young lilac-haired man to say Yes. Though, his employment would come with strings attached, as most of the best things in life are want to have. None of that country bumpkin business; he was going to be a man of culture, whether he liked it or not.

#epel felmier #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #steampunk au #twst steampunk au #pomefiore

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See what's shining in the moonlight!

Moonlit is a Mewe-based roleplay looking for more members to join us under the light of the moon. 🌙

It could be you! Who is hiding under the mask of stardom? Though you may be an idol with your pre-conceived persona, who are you beyond that? When you’re out of the spotlights, you can be whoever you want to be! No prying eyes, no costumes, no cues, just you - whoever you are. It's time to give yourself a place where you can be without restraint. Come off the stage and show your true identity - at Moonlit!

Your secret’s safe with us. Light or dark, whether you prefer to lurk in the shadows or shine in a different light… Join us!

☾ Semi-AU idol-verse with full AU options! ✩ 20+, all Korean entertainment face claims ☽ Semi-lit to literate!

Come join us under the light of the moon! 🌙

☾ Home ✩ Wishlist ✩ Masterlist ✩ Rules ✩ Application ☽

#krpv #krp #mewe roleplay #krp promo #kpop rp #mewe krp #mewe rp #mewe based #krp ad #kpop roleplay

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infernaleikon · 1 year

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Why the fruck do i keep listening to midnight rain and think about Obikin?

sksksksk i had to go find the song tbh

anyway! yeah, i can see why you're thinking about obikin. made me think of them in a modern au setting kinda where anakin is a singer-songwriter maybe and he becomes a breakout star and rises in popularity quickly, and it's all so thrilling and dazzling, and people love his music, his lyrics, love him, and he's just riding that high. it's everything he's been dreaming of.

and i'm thinking he's in a relationship with obi-wan before it all happens. obi-wan is a singer too, but he doesn't have any stardom ambitions though, he likes to keep it small and intimate, likes to play in smaller clubs and cozy settings because he doesn't like the glamour and hypervisibility of big popularity. he's turned down big agents before.

he's incredibly proud and happy when anakin gets his breakthrough because he knows how desperately anakin's wanted it and how hard he worked for it. and anakin wants to share it with obi-wan. so much. he wants to work with him, he wants to take him with him everywhere he goes, wants to show him off, wants to be with him and go big with him.

except obi-wan doesn't want that. he doesn't mind anakin's popularity, but he doesn't want to be dragged into it. he doesn't want to be in the spotlight, doesn't want to keep dodging calls and proposals and paparazzi and interview requests, doesn't want to have to keep justifying why he doesn't want to go big with his music (anakin's talked publicly about how his boyfriend is an amazing musician too and ofc people find obi-wan and his music). but anakin is so happy with all the adoration and attention he receives. they start fighting over it more and more because anakin keeps trying to pull obi-wan into the limelight with him while obi-wan keeps rebuffing him until obi-wan eventually decides to break up with him.

he does it because he doesn't want to stand in anakin's way and thinks it makes it easier for him to further pursue his musical career without having obi-wan by his side as a dead weight who can't give him what he wants.

anakin ofc takes the breakup as a rejection of everything that is him. he tells himself obi-wan is begrudging his success; that obi-wan secretly also aspires to be widely popular and is frustrated that anakin got everything he wanted; that he's just too afraid to go after it.

anakin writes a bunch of songs about the breakup. they're angry and sharp and fans go wild over them because omg what happened between these two?? there are wild speculations about it naturally, and anakin is flippant and arrogant about it publicly while obi-wan dodges all attempts that try to get him to talk about it (or anything else).

a couple of years pass. anakin's remains famous and popular and dazzling, and obi-wan follows his career. he's happy that anakin's music is so well received, that he's even won awards for it, but it always accompanied by a deep, deep ache. some days he misses anakin so much it's like a physical hurt.

meanwhile anakin also keeps tabs on obi-wan, despite himself. he finds a video of obi-wan playing at café that's been recorded by a fan, and he looks so good, he's laughing as he talks to the patrons before the song, and the track is so beautiful, obi-wan looks so gorgeous singing, that anakin slaps his laptop shut and almost tosses it across the room because the pain and anger eats at him with renewed vigour. he digs up some old songs, ones he's written after the breakup, the soft and achey ones, the ones he poured his pain and despair into, the wistful ones. anakin falls down a hole and spends days reworking and refining them, and when his manager hears them, they convince anakin to record them. it turns into a whole album. it's still uniquely anakin but it's different from his previous albums, it's much more vulnerable, there's a depth to it that wasn't there before, it's real and raw, and anakin tries to back out of releasing it because he's too afraid to expose himself like that. but the album becomes a huge success. he wins several awards for it, and he's so proud and at the same time utterly heartbroken because essentially, obi-wan gave him this success.

(fans speculate who the songs are about because it's been years since the breakup. some immediately link it to obi-wan, others believe it to be one of anakin's more recent hook-ups.)

obi-wan listens to the whole album as he sits in his living room. he breathes through the ache and the yearning and wonders what made anakin write these songs. it's been years after all. and the first songs were less than pleasant for obi-wan. he almost texts anakin about it. he comes really close to it. he has the message typed out, he's two glasses of wine in on an empty stomach, and he feels petty enough, but he deletes it and lets it go.

anakin half expects obi-wan to react to it in some way. he gets frustrated and irritated and embarrassed when he doesn't.

obi-wan does, however, perform a song that he wrote together with anakin and has never played before. it's a banger. people love it. videos of obi-wan singing it blaze through social media, and anakin takes a significant amount of damage when he sees it. because. what does that mean???? obi-wan is singing their song. after anakin released what he dubbed his "obi-wan albumn" in his head. but he hasn't responded to the album at all.

anakin can't stop thinking about it. which is how he ends up at one of obi-wan's sets. he bundles up and disguises himself so nobody recognizes him, and he sits through obi-wan performing, closes his eyes and listens to his voice, lets the lyrics wash over him, and realizes that a lot of his songs are about anakin. they're much more subtle but anakin knows him, knows the things obi-wan sings about, and something clicks for him.

he waits until the set is over, until there aren't any more people occupying obi-wan, before he approaches him. they both freeze when they lock eyes. they haven't seen each other in years but it somehow feels like no time has passed and like it's been an eternity all at the same time. obi-wan packs up in silence and anakin trails him wordlessly until they're in the alley behind the location.

"you're singing about us," anakin says accusatorily, and almost feels stupid that these are the first words out. "you're singing about me."

"you're doing it too," obi-wan answers as he crosses his arms over his chest, defensive. he eyes anakin warily thinking anakin is here to call him out, pick a fight, sue him maybe, he's not quite sure.

except anakin gets all up in his space and there's wonder and yearning and hope in his eyes, and he's still so hauntingly beautiful it takes obi-wan's breath away. it makes his chest tight with how much he still wants anakin, and it's even worse what with how close they are right now.

"i can't believe you're singing about me," anakin says in a hushed tone.

obi-wan smiles a bit self-deprecatingly, even as he sways closer to anakin, too. "i never stopped singing about you."

"i never stopped singing about you, too," anakin admits. and then he fists his hands into obi-wan's shirt and kisses him.

that's how they get their heads out of their asses. of course they have a reunion fuck in the alley.

this got away from me oops, sorry, anon!

#ask #anonymous #obikin #idek what this is tbh

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theartistknownaslymond · 2 years

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A playlist for Checkmate-era Philippa? x

mon chois et fait

A band AU playlist for Philippa pining over Francis. cf. Francis pining over Philippa, here

The final piece of the puzzle, if you will (young Philippa’s influences, Philippa’s musical evolution from DK through to RC)

Johnny Cash - Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes

Erasure - Ship of Fools

Elvis Costello - Deep Dark Truthful Mirror

Shelagh McDonald - Stargazer

Kate Bush - Never Be Mine

Deacon Blue - The World is Lit by Lightning

Queen - Scandal

Pet Shop Boys - I'm Not Scared

New Order - All the Way

Steeleye Span - Seagull

Clannad - Almost Seems (Too Late to Turn)

Donna Summer - Breakaway

Tracy Chapman - Crossroads

Anne Briggs - Go Your Way

Shelagh Mcdonald - Let No Man Steal Your Thyme

The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl - Fairytale of New York

Prince & the Revolution - When Doves Cry

Eurythmics - We Two Are One

Faceclaims: Ellie Kendrick and Patrick Wolf. Idk when or why, but I got it in my head that the music of 1989 was largely naff, but then I started digging and it turns out there are a lot of songs about the difficulty of being in the spotlight while going through private turmoil. So - I hope you all like pain!

1) Yes it’s Ben Jonson’s poem, but sung by Johnny Cash. Technically only released on a later album, but I’m going to assume there was precedent for him and others performing it live in this style - Paul Robeson made it a big hit too, but the guitar version here is more Philippa. It’s *probably* the best I can do for a band AU equivalent to ‘Tant que je vive’, for now, at least, and Philippa has been established to be a big fan of Johnny Cash already.

2) The title of this is also a bit of a Renaissance Easter egg, but the lyrics don’t seem to resemble the text known as the Ship of Fools. 1988/89 were the big years for Erasure, but Pippa will probably have got to know them earlier, when she was working with charities and protest groups in London - Andy Bell having been out and proud from the beginning. I close my eyes and I try to imagine What you're dreaming Why can't you see what you're doing to me? My world is spinning The lyrics also make reference to ‘the baby of the class’, which I think plays on Philippa’s worry that Francis doesn’t take her seriously because of her age, and Francis’ own determination to prove himself outside Richard’s shadow.

3) This album features on so many of my playlists, but it’s really got it all! Philippa is again established to be an Elvis Costello fan in the AU. This is one of the most lyrically obtuse on the album, and fits with Philippa being as reticent to admit what she really feels as Francis is. It’s weird and increasingly troubling, which I do think fits Philippa’s search for information about Francis’ past, and how deep in she gets. A stripping puppet on a liquid stick Gets into it pretty thick A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears But how do you know he really needs it? Because a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand Jesus wept, he felt abandoned You're spellbound baby there's no doubting that Did you ever see a stare like a Persian cat?

4) Keeping her folk roots - under Austin’s influence, but this song (from a woman who disappeared on the cusp of stardom in the 1970s - she turned up about 30 years later explaining that she’d had the mother of all bad trips) doesn’t need much explaining. The lyrics fit Checkmate so well: He was a stargazer She asks what'll the future bring Mercury and Jupiter will bring you wealth and golden rings They have climbed the hill and watched the sun go down to rest He said: "Will you be my friend? I fear that there's nothing left to give, my Lady" She said: "Let's follow the sun behind the hill To where it's hiding." He was a stranger to her His father was a poet Lead her by the hand on the hill Touch the golden sunset How did feelings die, he's afraid to know Why did she have to lie She'd only stay until it's time for her to go She said take the sun in your hands, be glad For this is love you hold.

5) ANY opportunity to put one of my all time favouritest songs on a playlist! But genuinely, it’s all about the unrequited love, the pining, the thinking that the other person is better off without you... Very much a Philippa perspective on Francis and Catherine d’Albon. Plus she could play a cover with the Northumbrian pipes instead of the Uilean pipes :’) And this is where I want to be This is what I need This is where I want to be This is what I need This is where I want to be But I know that this will never be mine

6) It’s maybe more precisely how Francis feels about Philippa, but as with the other playlist for them, I think a certain degree of overlap is inevitable. This is one of Adam’s favourite bands, so Pippa’s bound to encounter their new release on the tour bus or at a party. So maybe you're standing In some foreign town You've walked for miles Till the heat slows you down And your jeans and your curls Are bleached and split And your money and your anger Are all used up Maybe I'm sorry About the light in this place Makes my heart seem cold As the words on these pages Maybe I'm reminded By a shop window display or a decoration Like some church candle that might just burn Dancing under chandeliers and I'm telling you Caught in the headlights and I'm yelling it at you Why is it girl when the world is lit by lightning That I keep telling you that I love you

7) This one is just. Aughh. Philippa is in the midst of a media storm now, it’s been brewing ever since she came back from Las Vegas married to Francis Crawford with an adopted (sure, the world says, ‘adopted’) child. She’s trying to make the world better, trying to work out what kind of career she wants/what kind of music is ‘hers’, and in the middle of it she’s realised she actually loves the man she’s married to, who hasn’t yet managed to divorce her, but is publicly dating a huge French star and is also plastered all over the papers...papers that doubtless have much to say about both their sexuality, too. And like, yeah, this was released in 1989, it was one of the biggest albums of the year. It's only a life to be Twisted and broken They'll see the heartache They'll see our love break, yeah They'll hear me pleading I'll say for God sakes Over and over and over And over again, yeah

8) Neil Tennant, a fellow Geordie who refuses to talk about his sexuality to the slavering mob? He’s also since emerged as a big backer of Labour (prior to the 2000s anyway) and is a trustee in Elton John’s AIDs foundation. So definitely another of Pippa’s Ringed Castle contacts. They probably bonded over their shared love of Elvis Costello’s protest songs. And then there’s the lyrics. I mean: What have you got to say of shadows in your past? I thought that if you paid, you'd keep them off our backs But I don't care, baby, I'm not scared What have you got to hide? Who will it compromise? Where do we have to be so I can laugh and you'll be free? I'd go anywhere, baby, I don't care I'm not scared

9) Another album likely nicked from Adam, though they were also buddies of Neil Tennant. One for Pippa learning to find her own way between the music she grew up with (that Austin insists she should foreground) and the world she’s been involved in in London. Probably a bit of a manifesto, trying to toughen herself up for life after the divorce: It don't take no Houdini To tell me what I am Parasites and literasites They'd burn me if they can But I don't give a damn About what those people say They pick you up and kick you out They hurt you every day It takes years to find the nerve To be apart from what you've done To find the truth inside yourself And not depend on anyone

10) So, this is the kind of...folk rock that the ‘80s got. Bouncy! It’s also not actually a folk song I can identify, I think it was written by the band. It can be interpreted in light of the triangles in Checkmate - Catherine/Francis/Philippa and Francis/Philippa/Austin, plus Philippa’s own mission to find out about Francis at all costs. Penny the hero, Penny the fool The gold watch she gave me I'll treasure They say that it's only a game after all Apart from the pain it's a pleasure Seagull, seagull, three three in a bed...

11) More ‘80s folk! Clannad and Enya were getting big at this point, but this particular album again has a lot of Francis/Philippa relevant feelings. I just put this track on though, for the obvious...trying to work out if a relationship is still possible after painful revelations and public separation. Ah, Austin has no idea why she’s listening to it so much! To you I saw the sad decline A rift become a storm Stayed so cold last night This lonely heart inside me says

Almost seems to late to turn What to do if I'm to learn Almost seems to late to turn

12) Despite the mid-’80s rumours that she was homophobic, Donna Summer seems to have spent quite a lot of time and effort (in 1989 no less) on refuting those rumours (true, on the level of ‘some of my best writers are gay!’). And she is, after all, Queen of Disco. But Pippa and Danny have to have something to belt out together on tour bus karaoke nights! But I don't think she can take it And just friendship can't replace it She'll be strong enough for two Although it's hard for her to do She'll breakaway Ooh, ooh, ooh she'll breakaway

13) Ahh, someone had to make folk music cool again <3 Tracy is a gorgeous guitarist and singer, just the kind of inspiration Philippa needs when she’s feeling a bit lost at this end of the decade. What’s that? Another artist who is constantly badgered about their sexuality and refuses to talk about it? A second album dealing with the loss of privacy that comes with fame? She played at an Amnesty International set in London in ‘88, I hope Philippa got the chance to hang out with her then :) All you folks think you own my life But you never made any sacrifice Demons they are on my trail I'm standing at the crossroads of the hell I look to the left I look to the right There're hands that grab me on every side

14) Now this one ain’t from the 1980s, but Annie’s been established as an influence on Philippa (and Kate) from the start, and it’s this kind of pared-back, folk-club-friendly stuff that Austin’s probably hoping to get her back into. Bert Jansch and others helped to make this song Annie wrote big, so for Philippa there’s a bittersweet side to the fact that this song, written by a woman, not a traditional tune, was only recognised as being important when men started playing it (side-eyeing Austiiiiinnn). But she’ll certainly put it in her sets if she thinks Francis is watching :’) Friends and strangers bring stories When asked where you might be Magic stories they have brought to me You go your way, my love

15) This is like...the quintessential folksong for lamenting giving up your virginity to some useless guy who only wanted that from you and nothing more. For when your thyme is past and gone He'll care no more for you, you For every place that your thyme was waste Will all spread o'er with rue, rue Will all spread o'er with rue For woman is a branchy tree And man a clinging vine, vine And from her branches carelessly He takes what he can find, find He takes what he can find

16) I know we’ve kind of reached a point where people think it’s basic to say this is the best Christmas song ever, but actually, it is. So there. It’s perfect. It does contain the f-slur yes, as Shane McGowan says, it’s part of the persona Kirsty is singing, though he has also said he’s quite happy for it to be cut when people play it now. And we’ve had Pogues and Kirsty on Pippa playlists/inspiration lists before, too. Anyway - I propose: Francis and Philippa singing this live together, both madly in love with each other, knowing how in love they are with each other, daily pretending to be indifferent to one another, now having to play at hate-loving each other, while the whole world watches going ‘wtf is going on here?!’ K: "I could have been someone" S: Well, so could anyone K: You took my dreams from me When I first found you S: I kept them with me, babe I put them with my own Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you

17) Couldn’t have a Pippa playlist without Prince :’) And yeah, the album’s earlier, but I’m not sure Batdance really fits the mood here, plus it complements Purple Rain on Francis’ playlist. How can you just leave me standing Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just too demanding Maybe I'm just like my father: too bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like When doves cry

18) A big bluesy ballad to finish up! Annie Lennox is from the same cut as a lot of other artists here: she’s done a lot of activism and fundraising, played the Mandela charity set in ‘88 and has been a big supporter of LGBT+ rights since appearing in an early Eurythmics video with short-cropped hair and a suit on. Per Wikipedia: ‘Lennox was viewed as the female version of Boy George. They appeared together on the front cover of the British music magazine Smash Hits in December 1983 with the headline "Which one is the boy?".‘ Stay classy, British music press. People like us Are too messed up To live in solitude I'm gonna cure that problem, baby I'm gonna fix it good...

#character: philippa somerville #playlists: period-appropriate #ship: the open sea #character: francis crawford #band au: checkmate #ficspiration: lyrics

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peanutpotpot · 2 years

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Road to Stardom✨

Lucy always knew what she wanted to be. She's going to be a star. Confidence, talent, and looks, Lucy had it all! Or does she?

If so, why does she need to prove herself further to impress one of the judges?! Lucy swears that the spotlight on the stage will be hers. No matter what.

Join Lucy and her friends on their journey to stardom!

This is a nalu centered socmed AU (with gruvia and hints of other ships). Inspired by the k-drama, Dream High, so expect to see some similarities hehe

Furthermore, the characters in the beginning (especially Lucy) are OOC! So don't be surprised if the characters are different from the canon series.

ALSO, the story might be slow paced 🥲😬

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN FAIRY TAIL!

Taglist: @nessakats @fbflame94 @jekde04 @keencreatormuggoop (comment below if you want to be part of the taglist!)

#fairytail #fairy tail #fairytailsmau #socmed au #nalu #natsu x lucy #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #juvia lockser #gray fullbuster #gray x juvia #gruvia #fairytail au #fairy tail texts #fairy tail fanfic

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art-dump-for-avery · 2 years

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If It Means A Lot To You

AU info/chapter index || Next

Chapter 1: Put your blood on ice

Warnings for this chapter: unintentional deadnaming and misgendering, let me know if I need to add more

Summary: After the final concert of his tour, Roman finds himself reflecting on his past and present, and makes the decision to do something about it.

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Roman could remember clear as day the dreams if his childhood. Years of watching Disney had told him he could be anything. At first, he wanted to be a prince - a hero who saved the day and was adored by all. He later realized that wasn't a very likely future, so he chose something he knew he had a shot at: stardom.

For as long as he could remember, he'd had a talent for the performing arts. Singing, dancing, acting, even songwriting - it all came as naturally to him as breathing.

Roman's heart had long ached for the spotlight, The adoring fans, the fame, the freedom. He fought tooth and nail for every chance to make himself known, even leaving behind everything he'd ever known, and now, after so many years, he had what he wanted.

Except...no. This wasn't what he wanted. Not at all.

When you're a kid, your view of fame is skewed. Rose-tinted glasses only let you see the money, praise, opportunity, and everything good that comes with being a celebrity.

But it isn't the truth. The truth is that once you become someone everyone knows, you have to make sure you're always known. Little by little, the things that make you who you are can end up being chipped away. The songs you write may mean nothing to you, the characters you play can feed into a loss of self, and each time you dance you may feel more and more like a puppet on strings.

Life among the stars is so deceptively beautiful that you can become oblivious to the fact that your own starlight is flickering out. Coldly, slowly, and lonely, the limelight kills the dreams of those who seek it. Roman had learned that the hard way.

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“Thank you all for coming, and have a wonderful night!” Roman waved to the crowd of screaming fans as he walked offstage, gratefully accepting the water bottle offered to him. Finally, the tour was over. Just a few public appearances and he could go home.

He cringed. He really wouldn't say the mansion he lived in was his home. It was really just his place of residence. He hadn't had a real home in years.

“Hey! Earth to Roman!” The singer was literally snapped out of his thoughts by his bodyguard, Remy, who looked equal parts annoyed and concerned. “Were you even listening?”

Roman huffed a nervous laugh. “Sorry. You know I space out after shows sometimes.”

“This is the seventh performance in a row that's happened.” Remy raised his sunglasses to the top of his head. “Are you sure you're not subconsciously starving or losing sleep?”

“I'm fine Rem,” Roman sighed. “This tour has just been..a lot. I just wanna curl up in my bed for a decade, that’s all.”

His friend’s only response was a muttered “Mood” before walking with Roman back to his dressing room. The tech crew backstage rushed past the two, offering quick words of praise before continuing on with their post-show responsibilities. Everyone seemed so much more eager to do their jobs this time. After all, the sooner everything was done, the sooner they could finally rest. Many had been hired to help with the entire tour and had been on the road for months. But now, they could finally go home and sleep in their own beds, and Roman could practically feel their relief.

Remy held open the dressing room door, the performer thanking him as he stepped inside. The moment he heard it click shut behind him, though, he let his shoulders drop. Finally, for the first time in months, he was able to stop for a breath.

Don’t get the wrong idea, he loved this. Loved being able to perform for thousands of people, loved getting to travel the world and sharing his creations. It was all he ever wanted when he was younger — and it still is! The letters he keeps stored safely at home, from fans who have found comfort and meaning in life and are still alive thanks to his older music, they make all of the mental and physical exhaustion worth it.

That doesn’t make it any easier to ignore the ache buried deep into his very soul. The pain of trying to pour his heart out into a song that has no room for his heart at all. The interviews that slowly feel more and more scripted. The clothes that scream “rich guy with more money than he knows what to do with” but never scream “Roman”.

God, he can’t even remember the last time he truly felt like himself.

He collapses into the chair in front of his vanity with a heavy sigh, and lets his head fall back to stare up at the ceiling. Whatever remaining tension is left in his body, he lets it melt away with a few deep breaths.

“Almost over,” he mutters to himself. He says it over and over, like a reassurance and almost like a prayer. Maybe once this was over, he’d try to go visit Janus. The last time he got to see her was very briefly at one of her concerts almost a year ago.

A quiet 'ping' rings out from his phone, drawing him from his musing. He looks at the notification and sees that it's from one of his private social media accounts, ones he uses to share his personal life without being bombarded by fans or corporations looking for exposure.

It's one of those time-line memory notifications, (you know the ones) with the memory dated back to when he first made the account in high school. With his curiosity piqued, he tapped on the screen to open the post.

A picture appeared on the screen. Three teenagers, two in the background dancing around in the rain, and one taking the picture in selfie mode, rolling his eyes with a fond smile. It made the ache in Roman’s chest grow painful one again.

The person taking the photo was him, he knew it was, but he still felt as though he were looking at a stranger. He had changed so much, a quick glance in the mirror in front of him was confirmation enough.

But it was the people in the background who hurt the most to see. His twin sister, Rebecca, and his ex, Virgil. They were the only two people in the world who had cared about him back then.

But that was ages ago. Roman lost their care when he decided to run away, his last words to Virgil being cruel accusations, and he didn't even leave a note for Rebecca, let alone say goodbye.

That was what he regretted most. Not that he left them behind (though sometimes he wished he hadn't), but how he had left. After all they'd done for him, they deserved better.

Rebecca was his first best friend. From the moment they were born, they were inseparable. As they grew, they fought more and more, as siblings do, but they were always there for each other. Even when their home and school lives were hell, they always knew that their twin would have their back. He should have brought her along, or at least said goodbye somehow. She probably hates him now, if she doesn't think he's dead in a ditch somewhere. He wouldn't blame her.

And Virgil — God, Virgil was the love of his life, had been nothing but supportive of Roman's dreams, and what did he get in return? An ungrateful (now ex-)boyfriend and a broken promise of forever among the stars. Worst of all, Roman never moved on. He had a few dates here and there, sure, but none of them stuck. Not like Virgil had. The guilt of it ate at him, because really, he had no right wanting to cross a bridge long burned when he was the one who lit the fire.

They both deserved better, or an apology at least. And an explanation for why he left in the first place.

The thought had him sitting up straight in his chair. That was it, wasn't it — part of the weight on his conscience. He needed — no, wanted to make amends with the people he hurt in his desperate climb to the top. Apologize to Virgil, for lashing out after all that Virgil had given him. And to Rebecca, for leaving during the years when it was most important for them to be at each other's sides.

And seeing as the tour was coming to an end with no plans for afterwards, he had all the time in the world.

He could finally say sorry.

With his mind made up, he stood and got ready to head back out for a few final fan meet-n-greets before turning in for the night. He'd make it through the interviews over the next week, then immediately hit the road. The sooner he was back home, the better.

He had much more important things to get to.

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(Hope I actually finish this one so it'll stop bouncing in my brain. Enjoy)

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #my fics #iimalty au

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mwahkazu · 4 months

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis ; ━ lyney and lynette, the tantalizing duo that have taken the music industry by storm: dominating the charts, selling out shows, enrapturing the hearts of many, you name it. naturally, with their ever-growing stardom, it’s no surprise hundreds of aspiring artists cover their songs, which lyney finds pathetically cute—in an endearing way of course! after all, he absolutely adores his fans above all. what he doesn’t find amusing though is when a seemingly unknown underground artist like you covers one of his songs that practically blows up on the internet, outshining the original. but when lyney decides to confront you personally about such a matter, you’re left at a loss because—who the hell is this spoiled brat of a celebrity?

genre tags ; ━ genshin smau, idol au, rivals, enemies to lovers trope, hurt with comfort

content tags ; ━ crack, contains profanity, fluff, a smidge of angst, college/university setting, lyney is kinda ooc, lyney & lynette are idols along with kuni (aka scaramouche/wanderer), 4nemo are underground artists along with the reader, reader is gender neutral, referred to as they/them, some character x character, and some mature/dark themes may show up but nothing in regards to 18+ content

STARTED: 02:02:24 ENDED: 00:00:00 UPDATE LOG: ongoing !

chapters marked with “✧” = media + written. chapters marked with “✐” = written.

STEALING THE SPOTLIGHT ( prologue )

00 ; — the idyllic city life [ ✐ ]

➳ profiles. Fontanalia Record Labels. | Underground Artists.

LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION ( chapters )

𝘼𝘾𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀. sweet dreams are made of this.

01: holy shit we’re famous!?1!1

02: kuni went solo

03: we’ll just kiss our careers goodbye & focus our efforts on charity! smh… [ ✧ ]

04: let’s just drop out & become celebs

05: nvm fuck that…

06: lyney’s voice cracked LMAO

07: studying? ew

08: catch up with fremi

09: curiosity or obsession?

10: the interview…shit [ ✧ ]

𝘼𝘾𝙏 𝙏𝙒𝙊. everybody’s looking for something

11: fremi’s mission

12: exams & gigs

13: playing cupid [ ✐ ]

14: infiltration (sneaking out)

15: confrontation [ ✐ ]

16: who tf are lyney & lynette??

17: kuni’s thoughts on the twins

18: lyney has followed you!

19: lol who doesn’t want to be famous?

20: ayo…potential collab??

𝘼𝘾𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀. people will see me and cry

21: studio sessions [ ✐ ]

22: lyney with the rizz

23: i hate you. i love you too

24: two different worlds

25: agora hills vibes ong

26: trust is a beautiful thing [ ✐ ]

27: #relationship issues

28: talk to me…please

29: the price of fame [ ✐ ]

30: just yours [ ✧ ]

𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙐𝙎 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙎. i’ve traveled the world and the seven seas

0.1: “oh won’t you be my hopeless valentine?” - valentines day post.

taglist (closed 31/31) ; ━ if you are interested in being added to the taglist for this series, you can either comment or send to my inbox! same goes if you wish to be removed.

title header made by yours truly :D

#📱 ꒱ ︵ 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 .ᐟ #stealing the spotlight! ✩#genshin impact #genshin #genshin au #genshin smau #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin impact lyney #genshin lyney #lyney and lynette #lyney #lyney au #lyney smau #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney x y/n #lyney x gender neutral reader #lyney x gn reader

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owlclawstudios · 3 years

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heres a drawing for my spotlight of stardom au this is a photo of charlotte in 1928 and here is a sepiatoned version

#the spotlight of stardom au #charlotte walters #miss walters draws #my art #bendy and the ink machine

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captkillianjcnes · 6 years

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this feels like falling in love

@saviourisms

Killian Jones had been in the entertainment industry for a few years now, ever since he’d been discovered at a bar downtown in his home city. He’d never imagined the fame and fortune that his path would take in such a way, but he’d never complain about it, either. Even if it sometimes took a sour turn. Like the rumors that would circulate in the tabloids at times, or the press that sometimes wouldn’t leave him alone. At the end of the day, though, Killian wouldn’t trade what he had. Wouldn’t trade his life for anything else, because when it boiled down to it, he was doing what he loved. He was playing music, singing, and he could never, ever, get enough of doing that.

Like tonight’s show that was booked rather solid, almost sold out, that he was preparing for. He was strumming his guitar, thinking of the set list he had for the night.The band was set, they’d already done the checks... it was a matter of a few more minutes, really...

Until he was up on stage, singing, the crowd below calling his name and singing along. He was lost in the songs as he sang them, for it was in the music that Killian truly found the joy and peace, the happiness, that he had always striven for. He drowned in the music, and his eyes carried over the crowd below, over the women that would sway to the sound of the band playing with him, as he’d sing and play the songs himself. It was in the music, in his songs, that he truly felt like himself.

Killian’s eyes ended up landing on one woman in particular, near the front. A blonde who stood with a dark-haired woman, someone he’d seen around the venue, actually. Killian wondered if the brunette worked there or something, but he didn’t dwell too much on it, because he grew a little distracted as his blue eyes fell upon the blonde. And for the briefest of moments, for a millisecond all its own--he almost lost the words to the song he was singing.

A situation that hadn’t ever happened to him before, not in a very, very long time.

But she was beautiful, and he grew a bit distracted, needless to say, lips curling into a smile as he quickly recovered enough to hide the fact that he’d almost lost the path of the song. Strumming the guitar into the chorus, he recovered quickly enough, but his gaze didn’t stray too long from the woman near the front.

And for hours, as the show went on, Killian rarely looked away from her, though he tried to pay attention (a little) to others in the crowd, his gaze would always find its way back towards the blonde near the front...

#emma #saviourisms #v; standing in the spotlight of stardom #t; this feels like falling in love #musician au #( there you go. one musician au starter for you )

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gatheringstars · 2 years

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Soda Pop Star (Singer AU)

Kalamiah Manzana graduated from MIT with her Bachelors in Mechanical Engineering, and promptly... did nothing with it. Instead, she went on to try her hand at becoming a singing sensation. She started with Youtube, making her own music after taking a few classes. Her hit song Soda Pop (not to be confused with the Brittany Spears song) was a viral sensation. It rocketed her into stardom, with her nickname, Sarsi, in every household.

The tabloids and media are constantly talking about the latest scandal involving her. Even in the spotlight, Sarsi is nothing but trouble. Not that she ever claimed to be anything but trouble. She's not for the faint of heart.

#v;;Soda Pop Star #;;rebelchiss(Sarsi'mian'rosdai)

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ereri-lost-and-found · 4 years

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Hey! Any ff where Levi has a pierced d*ck or sumthin? Lol Thank you very much 😉

Hi, Anon!

You’ve come to the right blog. One of the mods on team ELF is a sucker for dick piercings. Here you are~

Think Ink by Anime_or_scifi (Rated E, 101,394 words, multichapter, complete)

Levi, an extremely popular and well respected tattoo artist, wasn't concerned with impressing people. He was apathetic, grouchy, blunt and focused solely on getting through work so he could go home and try to sleep. But something changed that. That thing came into his life in platform heels, dripping (fake) jewels, makeup bordering drag, and every color of the rainbow and then some. That thing came in the form of an equally talented artist, named Eren.

Mr. Ackerman's drawings by Iisusanii (Rated E, 2,099 words, oneshot, complete)

Levi teaches art at Eren's college, in fact, he was the reason Eren had changed his major. He had spent the last two years lusting over Levi, spending every one of his lunch hours in his teachers room, along with many other students. One day he finds himself alone in the room with the raven. He catches the man sketching out something and decides to ask the question he's been wanting to know forever; just what does his teacher draw during class?

Freedom of the Press by kylar (Rated E, 181,500 words, multichapter, complete)

Eren is just an ordinary college student, wondering how long he can put off his art projects and if it's possible to live off of only ramen and mac 'n cheese. Oh, and if his medical alert bracelet is really necessary, because honestly, it shouldn't be. His part time jobs as a barista and a photographer for a major newspaper help pay the bills, but when he gets assigned the task of photographing the upcoming professional soccer match, he can't believe his luck. He has been given permission to legally stalk his idol, center forward for the Scouts, Levi Ackerman!

Levi Ackerman is a famous soccer player, and the object of millions of girls' and guys' wet dreams. For Levi, the life of a celebrity is nothing to complain about. He can walk into any bar and leave with his choice of men to take home. And with a sexual appetite that can rival that of a porn star, this is a benefit of stardom he takes full advantage of. The only problem is, it's hard to keep secrets when constantly under a spotlight. What the world doesn't know is that he's gay, and he's determined to keep it that way. Levi struggles to keep his deep, dark secret out of the public knowledge, but a certain green-eyed brat is making that exceptionally difficult.

Sugar on Top by luna_trancy (Rated E, 115,865 words, multichapter, complete)

Modern Sugar Daddy Au! Eren is a typical struggling college student. His father thinks he's a disappointment. He's having an affair with his friend (who's already in a relationship). He feels like everything is useless.

One night he runs into a handsome stranger. But when this stranger starts to casually throw money at him, Eren comes to an agreement: having a pampering sugar daddy isn't the most awful situation he could be in.

His only problem is his own emotions: holding on to his past pains and trying to accept a possible future at Levi's side.

Love’s a Menace by orphan_account (Rated E, 17,322 words, multichapter, complete)

“Your favorite customer is here!” Hanji continued and damn them, Levi could practically hear their shit-eating grin. That could only mean one thing.

Grayscale by Take_Me_To_My_Fragile_Dreams (Rated E, 56,052 words, multichapter, complete)

Eren is just an aspiring photography student when he's mauled by a rather vicious wolf. Awakening only to find himself miraculously healed instead of dead, things only start to get weirder for Eren. In his journey to find answers there's one thing he knows for certain: superpowers or not, he doesn't want to be a hero.

Miss You by Tetsuuyya (Rated E, 12,045 words, oneshot, complete)

He just missed Levi. Missed his touch and his kisses. The mornings spent together.

He missed his Alpha.

Attack on College by YumeMusouka (Rated E, 99,445 words, multichapter, ongoing)

Eren and his friends attend college. Eren is a freshman with an art major. He's outgoing, but likes to keep to himself when he draws. He can't cook, but is a great baker. He is gay and loves to play, but he's a virgin. At the first dorm meeting, he meets Levi, a senior and an asshole. Srry, if my grammar and stuff are wrong. This is my first fanfiction. I only own the story plot.

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