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tryymebitch · 3 years

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For Your Love (Damiano David x Reader)

This is the first fic I've written in 100 years so please be nice! Just love the idea of playing with Måneskin, and sorry Thomas for bumping you to rhythm guitar:)

I've tagged a few blogs that I like and make great content around this band, sorry if I missed anyone, I just went off the top of my head:)

Warnings: none, that I can think of:)

Taglist: @daddydamiano @maybanksslut @bidet-and-legolas @midnightliv @mywritingonlyfans @victoria-de-angelis @lividisuigomiti @oro-e-diamanti @illicitfuck @icouldbeyourpuppet

Please be nice if its terrible:)

The first opening chords shook through the venue. You felt the strings vibrate under your fingers, with the same electric energy the crowd were living in.

“I wanna be the first man you look at tonight//I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild”

Damiano started the song grasping the mic stand with both hands, giving the slow start to the song it’s justice. The audience went crazy over the opening lyrics, instantly recognising the lyrics and belting along.

“I wanna drive you ’til the morning light and//I wanna leave you alone in the middle of the night”

The song struck a particular chord with you, remembering its conception. At the time, you were half asleep, head on Damiano’s shoulder in the back of a taxi, heading back to your shared apartment after a crazy night out with the band. He’d been drunk, murmuring the words in your ear to keep you awake. Now though, you were repeating the same two chords, waiting for the song to pick up momentum.

“I wanna be a good man and see you smile//And I wanna swim between your thighs”

Damiano was on the move, taking the mic from its stand and sauntering towards you, the crowd going crazy. He moved behind you while he sang, one arm draped over your shoulder, hand near your throat.

“I wanna fuck you ’til you scream and cry”

He pressed a hard kiss against the column of your neck, the crowd screaming along as they always did when Damiano got handsy on stage.

“I wanna hold you in my arms tonight”

He released you as he moved on to the chorus of the song, allowing you to get into the feel of the track and start playing the more complex notes. Your long hair was swinging around in front of you, half obscuring your view of your own guitar, as you let out a silent prayer of gratitude that you’d committed this particular song to muscle memory. Hands flying across the strings, you spared a glance around to the rest of the band. Ethan was just a blur of black hair and toned arms, Vic doing her signature stomping, Thomas covering you on rhythm, and Damiano doubled over as he cried the lyrics into the microphone.

With the slower second verse starting you allowed yourself a breather, to flip your hair off your face to cool down. You never quite had gotten used to just how hot playing a live gig was. Granted, a leather jacket and Doc Martens weren’t helping, but form over function, right?

“So baby why don’t you please me now//I’ve got so much I can give to you”

The pure energy your boyfriend was giving off was electric, how he could go from the emotion he put in ‘Coraline’, to the high energy party vibes of ‘L’altra Dimensione’ to the pure sex of this was beyond you.

The second chorus hit with just as much passion as the first, Vic and Thomas either side of you as you played in unison, a well oiled machine. Ethan continued his powerful assault on his drums, the bass almost felt like it was coming from within you own head, perfectly timed with Vic’s bass line. It was coming up on time for the bridge, and your pulse pounded.

The building guitar, alongside the drums was filling the large venue with adrenaline. You watched as Vic and Thomas moved off to flank Ethan, Vic with her foot up on his kit, head banging over his cymbals. Damiano, ever the showman, was in the front row of the audience, his bare chest glimmering with sweat as he danced along with the crowd. At one point, a fan threw a plastic crown onto the stage, only for him to scoop it up and jam it over his brown waves.

“So tell me what you want, I’ll give you what you want baby”

Ah yes, your favourite part of the song. The crowd knew your usual routine with Damiano, and while as a band you never wanted to choreograph your shows, this part always seemed to stick.

“Tell me what you want, I’ll give you what you want baby”

Damiano sauntered across the stage, eyes locked with yours as he gripped the microphone with both hands.

“Tell me what you want, I’ll give you what you want baby”

You daren’t look away from him, playing the lead on autopilot. He stopped inches away from your face, still locked onto you, plastic crown still in place.

“Tell me what you want, I’ll give you what you want”

On his last, extended note, he dropped to his knees right in front of you, belting into the mic as if his life depended on it. As your big solo started, you decided in the moment to take control, break tradition. Usually, Damiano fell to his knees and you followed suit, playing the solo right opposite him, however this time was different.

You planted a boot on his chest, just below his shoulder and pushed, leaving Damiano on the floor beneath you as you played. You almost wished you had a camera on you, the sight of Damiano on the ground, in nothing but tight leather pants, heeled boots and a crown was enough to make you weak, without the added factor of you being the one that put him there.

Doubled over as you played, you saw your hair brush against his face and chest, while he watched you in awe. Eventually, you let off of his chest to finish your solo, seeing him get back onto his knees from the corner of your eye.

“Because baby for your love, I’ll do whatever you want”

He finished the song kneeling, leaning over the edge of the stage while the crowd sang along with him. To be honest, you’d got so wrapped up in the song, and Damiano, that you’d almost forgotten that there were thousands of people watching your every move.

The end of the song brought thundering applause and screaming from the fans, the last song of the set. Best ’til last, you thought. After waiting for Ethan to get out from behind his drums, you gave a collective bow and made it off stage.

Before you knew it, you were wrapped in a hug from behind, bare, tattooed arms snaking around your waist and bringing your back to his chest.

“So fucking sexy, amore mio” He whispered in your ear. You grinned, loving that something you’d enjoyed to much had had the same effect on Damiano.

“Portami a casa?” You replied, only to have a kiss pressed against your temple as he took your hand.

“Of course, angelo.”

My love

Take me home?

Angel

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its-afucking-mess · 3 years

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Over-sea's

Victoria x reader,

in which you and Vic are in a long distance relationship, but you surprise her.

masterlist

once again, tag list for mutuals, plus whoever wants :)

@icouldbeyourpuppet , @cheese-toastie-11 , @mywritingonlyfans , @oro-e-diamanti , @iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylife , @illicitfuck , @sofckinelectric , @lasciatemi-stare , @juststalking

(if you want to be in the taglist just say so :D)

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You and Vic were always close.

Very close.

Ever since the band's second album debut, you had managed to secure being her girlfriend.

There was only one setback; you and Victoria lived nowhere near each other.

You actually were childhood friends, meeting when she visited Denmark during the summer. Your summers were always fun and adventurous, and you grew very close.

Even while living in Italy, Victoria and you always talked on the phone, telling each other every little thing happening in your lives. You had even managed to be one of her closest people, if not the one closest to her.

She always texted you fun pictures of her and her bandmates, as well as her most stunning ones, asking you if they were "post-safe".

You really cherished the time you spent with her, even practicing bass guitar with her over her visits.

You were the one to fuel her idea of applying to X-Factor with her band, and she always appreciated being their fan.

After collecting enough money, you'd visit during the winter, when it was more bearable, spending almost all of your time with her and her bandmates.

You thought it was obvious after the first, even, visit you liked her, romantically, but apparently she was the last one to notice.

For a good 6 months, you were pining over her, while she remained ignorant. It killed you, and you thought she knew but didn't feel the same.

It was only after her bandmate, Ethan, added both of you in a group chat, finally asking you to confess to each other, 'cause it drove him insane.

It was a fun night, calling Victoria to make confessing your feelings to her much easier. She had argued she didn't expect you to like women in the first place, but was delighted to hear you felt the same.

And since then, you two were dating.

Well, sort of.

As much as you two loved each other, there was a big distance separating you two, and it made things difficult.

A lot of people say it's hard to have a long distance relationship, but when you are with the right person, it would all work out in your favour.

You still tried to visit whenever possible, mostly during times you knew she'd be free, and therefore spend most of that time together, as lovers.

The pandemic certainly posed a challenge most difficult for both of you. It was an entire year where you couldn't meet the other, all because of Italy's sudden rise in serious cases and deaths.

You both tried to be in constant contact with each other, trying not to lose your minds. It really helped the relationship grow, but it made you so much more frustrated that you couldn't visit.

So that's how you came up with quite an impulsive idea.

You searched up housing in Italy, near Vic's apartement, sick and tired of having to travel through the entire continent to visit your partner. You had managed to spot quite the apartment, a bit small, but worked perfectly for what you needed.

It was going to be a perfect surprise for Victoria, who out of the two was most stressed.

Her band's success, as well as the offered position of representing Italy at Eurovision had Vic on the walls, always catching her playing her bass and reviewing pieces for their newest album.

It was hard seeing her all stressed, and knowing you could be there to comfort her, but couldn't, made it so much harder.

You tried to be there and support her dream over the phone, always psycing her up and trying to deplete any uncertainties she had.

The nights passed with you on calls with each other, trying to desperately bring down the stress levels to a minimum. And every night that came closer to you finally moving to Italy, you could barely hide your excitement from her.

In preparation, all the clothes you weren't that bonded with were gifted to thrift stores, or to clothing recycling, trying to bring the least you could along. Your apartment contract ended anyways, so it was perfectly timed with your flight out. It wasn't like any of the furniture was yours anyways.

Vic had noticed something different, but her preparation for the Eurovision song contest kept her busy enough to not go that far into it.

The nights went from months to weeks, to only a few days, to-

Tomorrow.

The days passed by so fast, and spending them all with Vic made you forget.

So there you were, hours before you flew out, packing hastily, yet neatly, all shaken by the reality of things.

Finally, after three years, you would be able to be next to your partner, all year round.

After two years of not seeing her, you'd spend almost every day, if not all days in the year, with her.

Every time the thought crossed your mind, happy tears flooded your eyes. It was increasingly hard not to text her, to not outright tell her and surprise her already, but you managed, albeit barely.

Instead, all your excitement was taken out on her bandmate, Ethan, the one you got you together in the first place.

While you knew Italian, you weren't that fluent, plus, you didn't know the area in the slightest. You reached out to Ethan about a week before, planning out the best way to surprise Vic. He had cheerfully accepted, and he conjured a good enough plan to not raise any suspicion.

He would pick you up from the airport before an alleged band meeting, take you to Vic' place, where the others would be with her, as a distraction. Conveniently, the apartment was only 2 minutes away from yours, so you could drop off your stuff before you'd surprise her.

It was a simple plan. You had got this.

The plane ride was interesting.

You tried to act all normal while talking to Vic, trying to not make her suspicious, not sending her any messages that would reveal your plans.

It seemed that Ethan had planned ahead and managed to collect your new apartement's keys to save time.

Every thought in your mind was Vic. Everything you saw reminded you of Vic. Every atom in the universe seemed to be Vic.

You were so excited it was unbearable.

The plane finally landed.

If it weren't for the flight assistants you would have already ran to the luggage claim.

Every second you were in Italy and you weren't with Vic was terrible.

It didn't help that you sat at the end of the plane, but at least your bags were quick to show.

You ran, literally, out of the building, trying to spot the long haired man that would lead you to your love.

He was relatively easy to spot, not a lot of adults sport a back's length head of black hair.

He seemed understanding and was quick to help your stuff in the car, trying to waste as little time as possible.

On your way, you were rambling to him about how exciting this was, how much you loved Vic and so on.

He politely smiled at you when you talked, nodding whenever you made a pause.

Obviously, your Italian was not that good, and his English wasn't that good either, but it seemed your excitement was contagious.

" I can't wait for Vic to see you. She'll be so happy." he said, parking the car outside the building.

You took your stuff, and the keys from Ethan, quickly going upstairs to leave your stuff while Ethan parked his car, somewhere.

When you came back down, he was waiting for you, texting someone on his phone. You nodded at him when you caught his eye, and followed him to Vic's place.

You fumbled with your hands while walking, trying to calm your nerves before meeting her.

It was a futile attempt, clearly buzzing with excitement while going up to her apartment.

You took a few deep breaths, before finally knocking on the door. Ethan stood further back, leaving a distance for when Victoria quite literally crushed you with a hug- he'd know.

The door finally opened, and everything happened so quickly.

When Vic's eyes locked with yours, her hands instantly flew to her mouth with excitement. She took a few steps back, asking something in muffled italian, which you assumed was something along the lines of 'oh my god, why didn't you tell me'.

She then jump-hugged you, straddling your waist with her legs while her hands locked around your neck. You hugged back with as much vigor, excitedly moving in circles around yourselves.

" You're here!" She exclaimed, tears in her eyes.

" Why are you here?" she then asked, trying to contain her excitement.

You giggled with her reaction, moving one of your hands to wipe her tears.

" Because of you, Dumbass!"

She buried her face in your neck, trying to calm her shaky breathing, and happy sobs.

You shushed her, running a hand up and down her back to calm her.

You didn't expect such a strong reaction, and her excitement brought tears to your own eyes.

You turned to look at the others, all of which were smiling at you two.

The one you recognised as Damiano was the only one to talk.

" She really needed this," he said, punching his open palm softly.

" She had gotten herself really stressed, and this surprise really will help."

You smiled at him, mouthing a 'thank you'.

Victoria's head emerged from where she had nestled by your neck, kissing you softly on the lips.

" How long are you going to stay?" she asked, smiling wide at you.

" Forever." You replied, kissing her cheek.

She shot you a puzzled look, tilting her head.

" Forever?" she asked shakingly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes again.

" Yeah. For ever." you repeated, looking at Vic.

" You- wait, you mean you- you aren't leaving?" she said, being confused by your reply.

" Never leaving your side, min elskede (my love)."

She let out a happy yelp, her hands on your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss.

You let her back down from where she had hugged you, guiding her to sit on the couch.

" You aren't, really?" she asked again, trying to believe it.

" Don't worry, you'll have me in your hair for a long while." you said smiling, and Vic just pulled you down to her height, kissing you again.

#victoria de angelis #victoria de angelis x reader #måmeskin fanfiction #ethan torchio #x reader fanfiction #fluff :)

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dreamermoonshine · 3 years

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It's Gonna Be Alright❤

Now United Dream The Next Level Episode 18 - Now United Dream Encounter Brazil Part 1

A/N: This Now United song it made of guitars, percussion and bass guitar which I played the bass we did some radio sessions in Radio Disney Brazil.

Before the radio session live with Radio Disney Brazil I got a quick video phone call to Victoria to see any advice for any Radio sesh just like me.

Y/N: Vic, I don't get it with this Radio sesh can you give some advice about it?

Victoria(on the videocall): I know, it's very easy but I did with some with the boys after X Factor, before Sanremo and Eurovision we did some sessions and interviews we did some before and after the our gigs for the over past year with the boys as for you being doing the radio sessions I'm sure you gonna to be just fine.

Y/N: Aww, that's so sweet of you my blue eyes danish/italian babe

Victoria(on a videocall): Aww thanks sweetheart kisses 💋

Y/N: I love you too Vic (I kiss her on the phone) anyways I send you the link into your phone or you had to tune in to Radio Disney Brazil Instagram later and I have a surpise for you!!!

Victoria: I can't wait what time?

Y/N(on a videocall): It be start at 3pm BST and brazilan time is 11am make sure you tune in ok babe

Victoria: Yah im really look for to it.

Any open the door to get Y/N is ready for soundcheck.

Any: Y/N are you ready to go

Y/N: i be down in a bit, anyways I had to go now we have sound check we had to prepare for live are u busy for a bit?

Victoria(on a videocall): you know about live on Radio Disney I won't be watching because we are recording our new song for the 5th album but you had to listen when you come back to the dorm from Brazil and I promise I will listen to your track.

Y/N: Bummer, I hope you had an enjoy recording so.. Yah I'm looking forward to hear it ok, I had to go babe say Hi to the Cats and Chili for me and I be wait a text from Hannah and let me know that she text you ok, Ti amo Victoria 😘

Victoria(on a videocall): I love you too Y/N, good luck with your radio session you guys are going to rock on stage.

Y/N: ahh thanks mi amore 😘 see you later and don't forget the link

Victoria (on a videocall): I won't forget that ok Ciao

Y/N: Ciao, ciao

And we both kiss each other phones and we hang off our phone and I had to be ready for the radio session for Radio Disney.

Before to do a Radio session the NJAS and Dream are in the middle of the rehersal ready for the Radio Disney's Radio session.

Noah: do wanna record it

Y/N: Yah man let's do it

Then I sing this song

"No need to worry no, no, no, long as your with me yeah, yeah, yeah, I got feeling it's going be alright" then I sang it twice, Noah was very curious about my bass.

Noah: dude, your bass was epic were did you get that?

Y/N: Hannah's old bass guitar, this would be a play on the live session and I can't wait to play.

Noah: Yah.

Meanwhlie after the recording at the Måneskin Studio Victoria is miss out the live video on the Instagram live so I sent a recording track that I record of the chorus of the song and Victoria was blushing because my voice and perform on a bass guitar to impressed my girl, so she text me and she said

Victoria(text message): Ciao Mi amore, I just wanna say to you that performance from the radio session today was amazing you really impressed me my Irish/Filipino member of Now United, anyways good news that Hannah is offically finsh the UK/Ireland tour for the first half so her and the group are going back to London for recording for the next single and secondly, I'm so proud of you that you improve your bass skills was fantastic I will listening to Its going be alright into my mind thinking about you all the time, Ti Amo Y/N. 💘

After the live session we went back at the hotel im so tired and I just wanna go bed before

Y/N(text message): Aww puppy, I hope you like it I be thinking about you and Hannah all the time I really happy about the song and it perfect for us is well anyways I had to go to dinner then, I will try to text Hannah if she finsh the show in Leeds if is not I will text her in the morning and tell her that ring me in the morning anyways I hope you like it and Love you too. Boa noite from São Paulo.

I'm happy that she really like this song to impressed and express how she feels about how much that I miss her and we connect into our song that we loved and we share our feelings and our hopes.💘

and I'm happy and pleased of this song.💘

Taglist

@selenophiliaxx @angelboy1 , @mywritingonlyfans, @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline, @its-me-im-coraline, @its-afucking-mess, @vicsdeangelis, @victoriadeangeliswifey, @anygstuff, @ilballodellavitaa, @ilbxllodellavita, @maneskinslave @teatro-dira @teatrodellavita @damianodavidwife @unitericons @unitershy, @anygabriellystuff @noahurrea-fan @marlena-immortale @musicsavedme98 @oro-e-diamanti, @ethanesimp @ethaneskin @maneskinrollercoaster @makeavvish @bidet-and-legolas @ginny-lily @cantaraiilmionome @nientedaridere @ethanasia @teenyweenynightghost @vicsdeangelis @iochoventanni @ventvnni @97skitten @sunflowerpumpkinpie @user0126

if I miss out of the tagging just I will edit it later😊

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hazelhalfpint · 3 years

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Hey all! It’s been awhile since I did a WIP post so I thought I’d make one (with one of @neutronstarchild’s gorgeous banners of course)

This is a band/music fic that was originally inspired but Olivia Rodrigos new album but has taken on tone since then even though I do still owe inspiration to music of course! As well as I owe thanks to @fawn-eyed-girl , @ruddcatha and @lemonlushff who have helped me not only feel inspired but have given helpful insight on plot development in different ways.

Cheers to my good friend Vic also who is helping me edit this fic grammatically!

Here is a snippet of the first chapter of the fic SaiSei No Hakken.

Content and tag train are below the cut!

The bickering was getting louder now as she neared the door, letting it slowly creak open she peered inside. What on earth could they be arguing about?

Shippou was reclined on the couch with his feet propped up on the glass coffee table. A handsome man with silver hair sat across from him with a scowl, his golden eyes narrowed in disbelief, “You’re delusional if you think the Conjuring is a better horror movie than the Babadook.”

Shippou continued speaking over him,“I’m not saying you’re wrong,” Shippou grinned wickedly at the man across from him,” what I am saying is that you’re wrong and stupid.”

Kagome choked on a laugh as her eyes darted to the man who was growling now, his gaze skimming over her. She felt her heart thump uncomfortably in her chest. What was that about? He straightened his posture and let out an agitated “Keh” in response, turning his gaze back to Shippou.

“Don’t stop on my account,” she shrugged,”but I’ve gotta agree with Inuyasha. The conjuring is definitely subpar in comparison.” Sango and Miroku both were chuckling now too and Shippou’s expression turned to a deep seated frown.

“Ha!” Inuyasha barked out a laugh in triumph and Shippou slid his feet off the table with a huff. Kagome let her bag drop onto the glass, “So Inuyasha, I hear you’re going to be our new bassist.”

“Yup,” he accentuated the pop of the word with a smack of his lips. He couldn’t stop himself from dragging his gaze up and down the length of her. She was gorgeous, and unfortunately for him she smelled amazing. "And you are?” He gestured at her with a claw tipped hand and she stuck her hand out to shake his, “Kagome, I’m the main vocalist for SaiSei.”

“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully staring at her hand, “you’re lead vocals?” His eyes lingered on the ring she wore. Damn, she must be married. Keh, why would he care anyway? His eyes glanced from her hand back to her face.

Her brow creased in confusion, “Is that a problem?” Grey eyes bore into gold, and he clicked his tongue, how many buttons does she have to push he wondered? An impish smile creeped onto his features.

He let his smile falter and shrugged with feigned disinterest, “Oh nothing. You’re just not what I pictured is all, you don’t really look the part.” He could see the gears turning as she’d registered his comment. Bingo. Button pushed. Inuyasha couldn’t figure out why he wanted to push her buttons so bad, but he wasn’t one to restrain himself. Besides, he was positive she would look cute when angry. Woah, okay brain, slow your roll. She’s married.He quirked a brow when he noticed the rest of group staring at him.

Sango’s jaw hung slack in shock glancing from Miroku to Inuyasha and then to Kagome. Miroku shook his head, must he always pick a fight? Kagome clicked her jaw shut in anger, “ I hope your playing isn’t as shit as your personality.”

He raised his hands in defense, “I mean no offense, like I said you’re just not what I expected.” He was smiling now, and Kagome huffed in frustration.

“Offense taken.” She accentuated the words, her eyes still locked on his. That uncomfortable thumping in her chest increased as they continued their staring contest.

"Are you always this insufferable?” She wrinkled her nose, turning her eyes away from him and to her bandmates instead, arms folded across her chest. Sango gave her an apologetic look in return. Surely this is not the same “nice guy” Sango had spoken with? Kagome had poured her heart into this band and the songs. Who was he to say she doesn’t look the part?

“Only on Wednesday’s” he said leaning forward with his arms braced on his knees, a fanged smirk glinting in the light. Shippou was cackling now, his arms doubled over across his abdomen as he shook with the force of it.

“Seems like you met your match,” the kitsune choked out in between bouts of laughter. Kagome huffed, “Let's see if you can keep up then hm?” She turned quickly, gesturing for her friends to take their positions. She would show him not fitting the part. “We’ll play it through for you once with the backing track for bass. Then you can try,” she said but his smirk never wavered, instead he leaned back onto the couch watching her every move with unspoken intention.

With a quick nod in Shippou’s direction the backing track pulsed out of a nearby set of speakers, and the group started playing, a mix of upbeat guitar and keyboard, heavy drums and the bass backing track steadily thumping.

When she started to sing, Inuyasha’s eyes widened but only slightly, his gaze still trained on her.

Her voice was melodic with a slight rasp to it, the perfect compliment to the instruments playing around her. She was swaying to the beat as she sang. Music was the one place she could escape, swept up in euphoria by the heavy drum beat.

She’d focused on looking anywhere but at Inuyasha, but as she felt herself being pulled away in the fast current of the music her gaze quickly swept over him. He was still watching her, but this time his expression was that of someone who was impressed rather than the nonchalant one he’d worn before.

‘Now your tongues got your cheek, and I’m wrapped up. But I kinda like it, yeah I like it.’

As the song ended, there was the sound of a slow clap coming from him, "Well,” She started, leaning on the mic stand in front of her “, think you can follow along?”

“I’m sure I can keep up," he said with a shrug, standing and grabbing the bass that he had propped up next to the couch. This time he smiled at her, standing in the open space to her right. He looked back at Miroku who was motioning at him to apologize. He rolled his eyes and leaned forward to speak into her ear in a hushed tone, “I stand corrected by the way, I suppose you do fit the part.”

She couldn’t stop the smile that broke out across her face,”Alright then, let’s take it through one more time.”

Tag 🚂: @mamabearcat @fawn-eyed-girl @ruddcatha @neutronstarchild @inussunflower @liz8080 @alannada @anisaanisa @lavendertwilight89 @lemonlushff @dawnrider @clearwillow @witchygirl99 @mrfeenysmustache @keichanz @kalcia @noether3 @dreaming-of-soup @shnuggletea @sailorlolo @akitokihojo @coquinespike @cookiethewriter @nartista @omgitscharlie @superpixie42 @mickisketch

If I missed anyone or if anyone would like to be on or off the tag list please let me know

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gr8rainbowpunk · 2 years

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I posted 2,871 times in 2021

447 posts created (16%)

2424 posts reblogged (84%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 5.4 posts.

I added 3,410 tags in 2021

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#ethan torchio - 357 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but also in a 'i wanna wrap my arms around his middle and rest my face on his chest and place soft kisses there & feel at home in his arms'

My Top Posts in 2021

Honestly Vic killing Damiano for Top blocking her is something that can be so personal

377 notes • Posted 2021-10-19 18:47:08 GMT

Damiano learned his lesson from iwbys not playing on the radio and so he made mamma mia just 3 minutes of pure horny innuendo

408 notes • Posted 2021-10-07 22:43:35 GMT

It took vic 1 day to get reported on Twitter, THIS WOMAN

564 notes • Posted 2021-09-09 13:49:50 GMT

Listening to Mamma Mia I have some thoughts

1) Damiano is definitely a Sub

2) I’m pretty sure he’s saying that gios pussy is his favorite muse ,,,, which I mean I don’t blame him

3) I’m pretty sure this song has the best chorus of literally any song ever

4) THE FUCKING MOANING

5) MS DE ANGELIS MADE THAT BASS LINE OUT OF HEAVEN

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hithelleth · 3 years

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First Lines Of Your Last 20 Fics!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

I was tagged by @eveningspirit, thank you! I always like to walk down the memory lane of my writing exploits, they are a nice confidence boos. :)

The Ice King and the Star Boy (The 100 | Bellamy/Roan | E) (aka the monsterfic, as you know it ;))

Banishment.

Impasse (Revolution | CM2 | E)

Charlie finds Bass stretched all lion-like on the king-size bed, studying reports, when she enters the tent.

(Filling) Empty Spaces (Revolution | Jeremy/Charlie | NR)

Charlie was just going to drop off the files Miles had forgotten again, but Jeremy waves her inside as he opens the door.

Only Human (The 100 | various characters | G)

“You’re presenting a puzzle to Rani and Lana.”

Lost (Yellowstone | Jamie Dutton | G)

The plaque on the wall is like a signpost. So, of course he goes to Beth. Because he doesn’t know what to do, whether to accept Rainwater’s – a good man, Perry said, and Jamie might be naïve, but he is not that naïve to think that if everyone plays dirty Rainwater is an exception – patronage or not.

Homework (Station 19 | Vicley | G)

Homework: Write a 100 words about your family or about what you want to be when you grow up.

Now Is Not the End (Station 19 | Vicley | T)

Vic waits with baited breath for that moment she is not ready for. Waits. Waits…

Thoughts on the Future Pasts (Timeless | Nicholas Keynes/Emma Whitmore| T)

The future is... confusing.

Dominoes Falling (TVD/TO | Elena/Elijah/Klaus | NR)

It turns out sometimes late is worse than never.

Close Encounters (Revolution | Charlie/Bass | E)

Bass gets to work well after midnight when the hotel at last falls silent, the partying vacationers having tired themselves out and the early-rising business people not yet up. He is done cleaning the pools before dawn and he sits down in a shaded corner, enjoying the peace and quiet of those last dark cool minutes that offer reprieve from the summer heat.

Reasons to Fight (The 100 | Clarke/Roan | NR)

Roan comes round to something tugging at his hand, constricting his movement. Panic surges in his mind for a moment before he pushes it down and starts cataloguing his surroundings with the methodical precision he learnt as a boy.

Prompts Exist to Be Filled (Revolution, prompt collection, various)

She was a good woman – Jeremy sensed that, although he knew her life had been – perhaps still was – intertwined with Bass’ and Miles’, which also meant that it was fucked up, because those two managed to fuck up everything they touched and he only needed to look in the mirror to find an example; yet, whatever it was up with her and Bass and Miles and however fucked up it was, Jeremy saw her effect on Bass whose eyes lost the glint of craziness and paranoia the moment she appeared: Bass suddenly seemed the man Jeremy met fifteen years ago – the Bass with a sense of shame for his blatant lie and a remnant of naïveté that used to drive him to do the right thing, a man redirected to the path he had lost.

Alien Encounters, Changing Fates, Business as Usual (Killjoys, Revolution, Supernatural | various characters | NR)

After what seems like ages, the turbulence ends with one final jolt that rattles every single bone in their bodies, a clear signal that they have landed – somewhere.

It’s Us Who Own the Apocalypse (Revolution | various pairings | NR)

2030

For the umpteenth time in her life, Rachel regrets getting involved with the goddamn DOD – and for the umpteenth time as well, she acknowledges that she would have done it again if it meant saving Danny – when she almost stumbles into her office from yet another meeting in which she had to fight tooth-and-nail against the bastards trying to use her work for their nefarious purposes.

Convalescence (Quantico | Clayton Haas | NR)

Clayton flinches when he hears the door being unlocked. He always flinches when someone is at the door, although he knows the chance of anyone finding him here is miniscule. The shame at his own cowardice makes him nauseous for a moment; he didn’t use to be one to succumb to fears, but he supposes a near-death experience would do this to a man.

When the Night Breaks (The 100 | Bellamy/Roan | E)

“I’m sorry about your arm.”

The Princess and the Pirates (Revolution | various characters | T)

“Sail out. My brother Miles is out there at sea. He’ll help you.”

Each of Us Is Broken, Always and Forever (The Originals | Elijah/Rebekah/Klaus | E)

“Good evening.”

Hollow (The 100 | Bellarke | NR)

He hadn’t realised it would be like missing a limb. Like in those stories he had heard on the Ark long ago, of a person’s left hand trying to scratch the right one that is no longer there, of phantom pain where there used to be a body part.

There’s a War… but All I See Is You and Me (Agents of Shield | Bakshimmons | E)

It is a stupid thing to wish, but if he were able to stop the time, he would freeze them in those minutes when Jemma giggles between kisses before collapsing on the bed and pulling him down with her.

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Oh, this took me to 2015 and that shitshow we do not mention, although am sorry I haven't finished this particular fic (but I won't. Nope, nope. Because I'd have to rewatch S2 for that and no, no, no. No. Yes, that's how many no-s it deserves.)

Thank you for the tag, ES, it was nice remembering things I did well, if I say so myself!

It took me so long because on the day you tagged me I started writing it right away and then tumblr decided that e and l are not acceptable letters - I got scared my keyboard was dying, but nope, it worked just fine when typing in word or even into a search line on another tab in the same browser, but tumblr just wouldn't 'take' them.

Also, I remember doing something similar before but with only 10 fics and I could've copy-pasted that and just add the next ten, but do you think I remembered it before I'd already painstakingly did 10 fics? Of course not.

And then, as I think you saw I was too scatter-brained for anything.

Why I'm even explaining this? I think it's the lack of contact with like actual normal humans and this is the closest, so I over do it. Oh, well, if I've already put in the effort to type it all. ;)

Oh, right, patterns: I tend to really vary in style? Though maybe shorter openings are more frequent than more wordy ones.

And my favourite are those from Hollow, Dominoes Falling, and Convalescence. Which one is yours?

Tagging (if it helps you feel better, otherwise, feel free to ignore): @bea2me, @jadedbirch, @abedsmessedupmeta, @stargazerdaisy, @vesperass-anuna and IDK who ever is still writing, oh @blue-charlotte and anyone else who wants to do it! :)

#writing meme #tag meme #this is also an excellent opportunity for self-brag #;)#eveninspirit

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anotherobsessedfangirl · 3 years

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~ 30 Questions Tag ~

Got tagged by @illicitfuck thank you Rei for thinking of me <3 you made my day you have no idea how much I love tags and answering questions :D

1) name/nickname: Not sharing my real name on here and I also don’t really have a nickname but I use Persephone for writing and stuff so maybe you could say that that is my nickname. (Feel free to call me Persephone on here if you want to :D)

2) star sign: Taurus

3) height: 5′3 / 160 cm

4) birthday: May 6th

5) favorite bands: Måneskin (thanks Rei for already putting them here :P :D), The Rolling Stones, The Bee Gees, Muddy What?, Santana, Rosenstolz, Electric Light Orchestra, BAP, Smokie and a lot more that don’t come to my mind right now :D

6) time: 9:30 pm

7) favorite solo artists: Oh god let me think I don’t even listen to that many solo artists on a regular basis (like in more than just a few songs of them)... okay here is what came to my mind: Lucky Dube, Suzi Quatro, Frank Sinatra, Harpo... that’s all I could come up with sorry :D

8) song stuck in your head: Amandoti Cover by Måneskin

9) last movie you watched: Twilight

10) Dream Trip: Right now I just want to be somewhere at the ocean like Italy or Greece (but somewhere not so touristy because I don’t like people :D) and just chill there and relax. My future dream trip I hope I can do after my graduation in 2 years is going to Botswana for 2 Month.

11) Last Show: Young Royals on Netflix

12) When I Created This Blog: When I started writing fanfictions about 3 years ago.

13) What I Post: Whatever I am obsessed with which right now is Måneskin :D and random thoughts or stuff I like or find funny or important :D Idk I just post about whatever I like :D

14) Last thing I googled: “In which direction to turn your key to open the front door ” (The story behind this: I moved into a new apartment two weeks ago and it’s all new and it has super heavy doors that are so fucking hard to open and after desperately trying to unlock the stupid door for five minutes I wasn’t so sure anymore about which way is the right way to turn the key because neither way worked and I was afraid of breaking the key if I accidently turn it to hard in the wrong direction. End of story: I called my bf almost crying asking if he remembered which direction is the right one and he did and then I tried again with full force and the damn thing finally opened)

15) Other Blogs: None

16) Do I get asks? Sometimes but not many but I’d love to get more so if you wanna ask me anything or talk to me please feel free it always makes me so happy if people want to talk to me :)

17) Why I Chose My URL: Because it’s who I am, just another obsessed fangirl :D

18) Following: 167

19) Followers: Tumblr says 1212 but most of these are bots because if I post something there are usually about 10 people who interact with my posts (unless something goes viral in a tag of course) It’s very annoying because I’d actually like to know how many people are really following me and are interested in my stuff but I guess I’ll just never know...

20) Average Hours Of Sleep: I need 7-8 hours minimum and if I get less than 6 hours I feel like shit

21) Lucky Number: 13, 7, 2, 21 (just numbers I like for whatever reason when I was a teenager 13 definitely was my lucky number)

22) Instruments: None because sadly I have no musical talent :/ I tried to teach myself playing guitar when I was 16 but I failed :D But I am actually thinking of trying to learn an instrument again these days just because I find it very cool to make your own music and it’s just such a nice way to express yourself and tbh also because of Vic De Angelis and her bass :D

23) What Am I Wearing: I just took a bath and just put on some comfy clothes after so I am simply wearing sweat pants and one of my bf’s shirts I stole from him because I like oversized shirts :D

24) Dream Job: Being an actress. It simply is my passion. Right now I am studying social work though (which I like too) but I am trying to do some acting on the side because seriously when I am infront of a camera I just feel like that’s where I belong. I just did some filming in May and June and when I was on set I realized that I haven’t been that happy and didn’t feel that much like myself since years and even if it’s just a no budget movie for now it’s like one step closer to my dream. Also I could totally imagine working part time as a social worker but also doing acting jobs because it would certainly put some pressure off if I’d have a steady income and can just choose whatever projects I like without necessarily having to earn a living with it (not that I’d complain lol) :D

25) Favorite Food: Pasta & Potatoes in any form. :D Oh and Antipasti because I just love having many different dishes to choose from.

26) Tea or Coffee: I drink neither of it regularly.

27) Nationality: German.

28) Favorite Song: Right now Vent’anni by Måneskin (and basically half of their discography)

29) Last Book I Read: The midnight rose by Lucinda Riley

30) Top 3 Fictional Universes I Would Like To Live In:

1. Harry Potter Universe (because we don’t like JKR in this house but we certainly love the Potterverse especially if we can make it so queer that JKR would faint lol)

2. Maybe “Die jungen Ärzte” (= ”The young doctors”) It’s a german medical drama series maybe you could compare it to Grey’s Anatomy just less dramatic and with more happy endings :D anyway I just love that series and the actors and the characters and I’d really like to live in that universe just so I could for once have such caring and nice doctors treating me who’d magically find a solution for my chronic illness just like they always do on TV :D

3. Idk does the kind of fictional Universe where I am friends with Måneskin count? :D

I am tagging: @parva-noctua @ginny-lily @bexfangirlforlife and everyone who wants to do this, no pressure though :)

#this was so much fun #loved it #tag game #tag #thank you again rei

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nambamjun · 3 years

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Interview Tag

Let's get to know each other :D

Tagged by: @whattodowithkpop I finally got to actually doing this after so long, thank you for being amazing and patient <3

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 blogs you'd like to know better!

Name/Nickname: My full name is Victoria but I'm most commonly called Ria online, Vic in person, and honestly I'm chill with whatever!

Pronouns: She/Her

Star Sign: Scorpio

Height: 5'9

Time: 6:57am

Birthday: October 31st

Fav band/groups: BTS, Got7, A.C.E, Ateez, Stray Kids, OnlyOneOf, Victon, and Day6 (for brevity's sake I'm only listing kmusic)

Fav solo artists: Eric Nam and Taemin

Song stuck in your head: for the past few days it's been between JAY B's Switch It Up and SKZ's Maknae on Top

Last movie you watched: Coraline

Last show you binged: American Horror Story (I've lost count of how many times I've gone through this series, it's a comfort show at this point... which is probably not a good thing now that I think about it XD)

When you created your blog: I believe around mid April of last year? I've had a personal tumblr for so long now but I made this one so I could actually post writing!

Last thing you googled: FedEx tracking. I wanted to know where a package I ordered was haha

Other blogs you own: A personal one that I use to just kinda like, reblog, and post things about kpop as well as all of the other things I'm into.

Why I chose my username: At the time of my blog's creation I mainly ulted three groups; BTS, Got7, and A.C.E. I took the names of my three biases at the time and combined them (Namjoon, Bambam, and Junhee). I've thought about changing it to reflect bias updates, maybe? It would take some time to change it through all of my things so I'll put a pin in that one...

How many people am I following: uhhhhhhh on my personal SOOO MANY. On here 10

How many followers do I have: Nambamjun has 13 so far, and my personal has 43... which I am very surprised about not gonna lie

Average hours of sleep: oh lordie this could either be like 6 or 12 there's no in between

Lucky number: 5

Instruments: Voice (does that count?), Marching Bass Drum & Cymbals, and Clarinet (although I haven't played in years). Really wanna learn guitar and piano

What am I currently wearing: A tank top and plaid pajama pants in my school's colors

Dream Job: Working as a curator in a large museum, ideally either the MET in NYC or the Philly Museum of Art!

Dream trip: Uuuuuhhhh... many places? Ireland, Norway, England, South Korea, Ukraine, Canada...

Fav food: Whenever I'm asked this I always have to think about it for a good while. I'd have to say coconut shrimp with a mango sauce

Fav song: Ah yes a question that changes on the daily. As of right now, in this very moment... um... shoot... let's go with The World Is Ugly by My Chemical Romance (I can confirm that it was, indeed, not a phase. Or if it is, it's lasting a very long time.)

Top three fictional universes you'd like to live in: Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, andddd... wait wait wait can I please choose Animal Crossing??? I mean I know it's a video game but screw it I'm doing it I'm choosing Animal Crossing

Tagging: yeahhh once again whoever sees this, I officially tag you, I'm pretty sure anyone I know has already been tagged!

#tag games

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ahh-fxck · 4 years

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Modern Gay Bar AU: Warrior’s Blues Chapter 2

Hey guys, it’s here! I DID IT! I did the thing! Chapter 2 is complete for your reading pleasure. Hope you like it :)

Author’s Note: This fic deals with some pretty heavy themes, including but not limited to alcohol, homophobia, military trauma, and PTSD. You have been warned.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24903460

A big thanks to @stressedspidergirlsfandomblog , the best beta in the world.

Tag list: @astouract @smolpoe @yes-im-the-violin-girl @ladyknight-keladry

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged for future installments!

Chapter 2: Do I Look Like I Have A Permit?

“Selling drinks to minors?” He asks quietly, as Jaskier hangs up the phone with a heartfelt curse and then picks it up to dial again.

The younger man nods, lip curled in a snarl, punching the buttons on the base of the phone as if he could slake his rage on them. “Fucking ass cocking cheerios, yes, and of all the nights-” There is the sound of a voicemail beeping coming out of the handset, and Jaskier snaps, “Julia, if there’s any God in heaven right now you will pick up this damn phone. I need a bartender yesterday. Call me if you get this tonight.” He slams the handset back down onto the base and presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose, slumping down to sit on the desk.

Geralt shifts awkwardly again, eyes playing over Jaskier’s graceful body as he hunches in thought. His eyes drag over his sequined shoulders, linger on the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. The skin on his chest pulls hotly and prickles as he studies them, searching for words. “Uh…” he manages, throat tight, then grimaces. “No one else to call?” His insides feel like they are fizzing, the sensation making it hard to think clearly.

“Mmph,” Jaskier mumbles, flapping his hand at the cards in irritation. “No. No, my staff isn’t very large, and I’ve never… never had to call back up on Pride.” A quick grin, more a snarl, flitted across his usually soft face. “Tips are too good. God’s cock, Lars is a fucking idiot. I swear if I see him again I’ll-”

“Do you need help?” The words tumble out of Geralt’s mouth before he can think them all the way through.

Chapter 2: Do I Look Like I Have a Permit?

He awakens an unknown amount of time later to a rhythmic buzzing that shakes the bed frame subtly. As he lifts his head, the sound resolves into a thumping bass beat that reverberates through the whole building. He sits up, swinging his legs off of the bed, and scrubs his face tiredly. His stubble scrapes against his palms, his bandages, his injured hand beginning to distantly throb as he awakens. His head is still swimming faintly, and the sensation of his aching hand doesn’t feel quite real. The humid air is cooler now, taking on a clammy quality in the old brick room, and it smells faintly of the night.

He sits for a long moment with his face in his hands, trying to pull himself together. The sleep has helped, but the clarity it brought carried with it unmistakeable despair, as well. Staring numbly at his boots, he feels a wave of shame creep up his body as he remembers again what he’s lost. He eventually fumbles them clumsily on, desperate for something to do with his hands, some way to feel less vulnerable and lost. The process is hampered by his injured hand, but he manages it eventually. He barely has time to steal another guilty look at the phone before he hears the bang of the back room door slamming, followed by raised voices.

“...Kids, Lars! I swear to fucking Jesus Christ on rollerskates, you absolute asshole, if I get shut down because of you I will find you. You always check ID, especially on 18 and up nights! ALWAYS,” There was a mutter, and the louder voice cut it off, “I Do Not Care if it was dark, you absolute fucking dumpster fire of a human being! This is literally what I pay you for. NO! That is what I paid you for. Get out! Out, out, out! You’re fucking fired, and if I catch you anywhere near any of those fucking boys, I will personally see you to the fucking hospital!” The last word is roared, loud enough that Geralt startles on the bed. The springs creak as his body jars, and as he is beginning to stand, the door to the office bangs open. Jaskier, alight with fury, barges into the office and seizes a rolodex on the desk, flipping through it with short, sharp motions.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fucking bag of cocks, FUCK!” he swears. Abruptly he stops, stormy blue eyes coming up and fixing on Geralt standing awkwardly near the bed. “Ah, fuck me. I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you,” he says, pulling a face. “I ah, just had to fire my bartender in the middle of the rush.” His gaze drops back to the rolodex, still flicking furiously. “Fuck me, I don’t think any of these assholes are even going to be near their phone at this time of night. Not on fucking Pride…” His voice shakes with stress as he pulls out a few cards, tossing them onto the desk. Geralt watches silently as he begins to dial, shifting from foot to foot.

“Selling drinks to minors?” He asks quietly, as Jaskier hangs up the phone with a heartfelt curse and then picks it up to dial again.

“Do you need help?” The words tumble out of Geralt’s mouth before he can think them all the way through.

Jaskier groans out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh, darling, do I ever. But what could you possibly do? Bounce? Bartend? Have you even been behind a bar before?” He drops his head into his hands, soft chestnut hair falling over his face as he rubs his eyes. “Fuck me,” he adds as an afterthought, muffled between his hands.

“...I think you underestimate the amount of time servicemen spend in bars,” Geralt finally says, a lopsided smile creeping across his face. “I can make most drinks in my sleep.”

Jaskier’s head comes up, and he eyes Geralt suspiciously. “Drinking is not nearly the same thing as mixing, dear heart,” he says doubtfully, but Geralt can tell from the way he is hesitating that he is at least listening.

Sighing, he steps away from the bed and goes to lean against the wall in front of Jaskier, crossing his arms across his chest in a confident gesture. Here, at least, he is on solid ground. He may have lost everything, but he knows drinks. “Old Fashioned. One teaspoon simple syrup, two dashes Angostura Bitters, orange peel, two ounces of rye or bourbon, one maraschino cherry.”

Jaskier draws back, tilting his head to the side as he listens with a little furrow between his brows.

Warming to the topic, he feels more sure of himself as he begins to list ingredients without a second thought. “Dark and Stormy. Two ounces of dark rum, five ounces ginger beer, garnish with a lime. Long Island Iced tea. Half ounce gin, half ounce vodka, half ounce rum, half ounce tequila, half ounce triple sec, two tablespoons fresh lemon juice, spoonful of sugar, ice cubes, cola, garnish with a lemon wedge.” Geralt begins, slowly, to grin. It feels good to surprise Jaskier, to show him that he’s competent. “I can keep going.”

“How…?” Jaskier finally asks, mystified.

Geralt’s grin widens, and he finds his eyes traveling down Jaskier’s half-naked body, then dragging slowly back up again. As their eyes meet, he drawls, “Always had a good eye for proportions.”

Jaskier sits back a little further, small spots of color forming on his cheeks, but then narrows his eyes at Geralt. “What about a Cuban Rose?” he asks, suspicious but also intrigued.

Geralt replies promptly, “One and a half ounces white rum, three-quarters ounce orange juice, and a dash of grenadine. I can do more.”

“Dark N’ Fluffy,” Jaskier presses. He is still eyeing him doubtfully, but his eyebrows shoot up as Geralt replies.

“Two ounces marshmallow vodka, two ounces chocolate liqueur, one ounce cream, garnish with mini marshmallows and cocoa powder.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Tastes like an easter egg kicked you in the teeth, but to each their own.” He can feel his body beginning to relax as he speaks about the drinks, feeling on firmer footing at last.

Jaskier sucks air between his teeth thoughtfully, then says, “Mai Tai.”

“Hmm… That’s a trick question. Do you want the Trader Vic’s version, or the crappy one?” Geralt fires back.

Laughing, Jaskier raises his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Fine. Got a server’s permit?”

“Do I look like I have a permit?” Geralt retorts, drily.

Jaskier tosses his head back and barks out another laugh, then shakes his head. “No. No, I suppose I can’t have everything.” He hovers on the edge of his desk, hesitating, then throws up his hands. “You know what? I can’t think of a better way out of this. You’re hired for the night.” Pushing upright, he bustles out of the office and into the dimly lit storage room beyond. “Come with me, let’s get you started.” He flings his arms out in a broad gesture, declaring merrily, “If I’m going to go out of business for breaking the law, I want it to be with drinks all around.”

“Hmm,” Geralt drawls, finding himself oddly charmed by the showy way Jaskier moves. Pushing off the office wall, he follows him into the storage room beyond.

Jaskier gestures around, pointing at necessary supplies. “Beer kegs, cups, napkins. The bar back knows where everything is, but don’t let him touch the cocktail shaker, the man is a menace. Mm, let’s see, straws… Yes. Alright, let’s go, darling, out front. It’s going to be loud, are you ready?” He pauses, blocking the doorway, turning an appraising eye on the big man behind him.

Drawing up short, Geralt also pauses as he reflects on the question. Normally, he would have scoffed and barged right past Jaskier out into the club, but he was still frazzled enough from earlier that the question merits a moment of consideration. Finally, he nods. Fierce blue eyes rake across him, and this time he meets the gaze steadily, unflinching. That seems to satisfy the younger man, and he gives a quick nod.

“Well, then, let’s be off!” he cries, pushing through the door and into the noisy, crowded club.

A wall of sound, scent, and colorful light hits Geralt like a truck as he steps out behind Jaskier onto the dance floor. Booming bass in a disco style beat thrums through the bodies as they dance, and a woman’s voice threads tinnily out from the speakers. “Look around, everywhere you turn is heartache, it's everywhere that you go,” she sings, Jaskier weaving along the wall towards the bar. “You try everything you can to escape, the pain of life that you know. When all else fails and you long to be, something better than you are today, I know a place where you can get away. It's called a dance floor…”

Geralt sets his shoulders and puts his head down, following quickly after Jaskier, trying not to look too closely at the people he is passing. The scent of sweat and cologne and sex is thick on the air, making him dizzy. It is with palpable relief that he ducks behind the bar, glad to put a solid piece of furniture between himself and the beautiful, gyrating people on the dance floor.

Over closer to the bar it is much quieter, even with the growing crowd queuing for drinks. The bar itself is surrounded by small tables, places where little knots of people gather to sit and drink together off of the main floor. He feels a little lost as he watches two men lean together, tongues sliding into each other’s mouths. Heat races across his shoulder blades and pulls at his groin, mingling with a sharp twist of fear. He is relieved when Jaskier begins to speak, half shouting over the music.

“Okay, darling, here’s how it’s going to work. I will show you where everything is, you show me your chops, and you get to keep the tips. Make sure to split them with the kitchen and bar staff, or they will hate you for life, I warn you now!” He begins bustling around behind the bar, identifying taps, pointing out hidden locations of necessaries like maraschino cherries and clean towels, then steps back. “Okay, I think that’s everything. Questions?” Geralt looks around the bar carefully, memorizing the locations of everything. Someone calls a complaint out to Jaskier, who holds up his hands apologetically. “We’ll be right with you, gorgeous! One moment!” His gaze returns to rest on Geralt, who is cracking the knuckles of his uninjured hand thoughtfully against his bicep.

Finally, Geralt shakes his head “I think I’m all set. Who’s the bar back?”

Jaskier grins, turning to shout back over his shoulder. “Yarpen? Where the fuck are you? It’s slammed out here!”

Around the corner of the kitchen door, a short, wiry man with a bald head and a full ginger beard appears almost immediately. “Here, just replacing the orange sli- hello,” he breaks off, taking in the towering figure of Geralt standing behind Jaskier. “Why, aren’t you fine!” The man’s green eyes twinkle playfully, his teeth flashing in a crooked grin. He is dressed in jeans, a leather harness adorning his spare, muscular torso, and a nipple ring winks up at Geralt in the dim light of the bar.

Rolling his eyes, Jaskier steps out from between the two of them. “Yarpen, this is Geralt, our new bartender for the night. Play nice, he’s new in town. Geralt, this is Yarpen, my bar back. Don’t let him get to you, he’s an idiot.” And with that, Jaskier smacks Yarpen’s muscular shoulder lightly. “If he needs to know where anything is, show him. Run the register. Keep an eye out in case he misses anything.” Turning to Geralt, he taps the man’s broad chest, “And check. Every. ID.”

Geralt grins easily down at Jaskier, studying his cerulean eyes, taking in his soft handsome face as it sets in a ferocious expression. His golden gaze lingers for a second on his thinned lips before flicking back up, eyes locking with Jaskier’s. “Got it. Check IDs, don’t fuck it up.” His body hums with the nearness of the other man, blood still fizzing like champagne. He feels better now, confident, almost forgetting to be afraid and heartsore as his eyes travel across the face in front of him.

Jaskier’s tongue flicks across his lips briefly as he considers Geralt, then seems to shake himself, nodding. “Exactly. Don’t fuck it up. I’ll be at the door if you need me.” He whirls, making apologetic noises to the deepening crowd at the bar. “Sorry darlings, had a minor emergency. Meet Geralt, your new bartender!” And with that, Jaskier flits out from behind the bar and races back to the front door of the club, relieving a man in a cook’s apron. The broad-shouldered man has wild red hair and an ominous frown, but as he approaches, Geralt sees that most of the lines on his face are from laughter. He moves aside, noting with surprise that the cook is even bigger than he is as he slides around him and passes into the kitchen. Then he turns to the crowd. “Right. Who’s first?”

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icarodamiano · 1 year

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Victoria during BABY SAID at Forest National Night 1 in Brussels, Belgium | March 2, 2023 | LOUD KIDS TOUR

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runestele · 5 years

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answer 21 questions and tag 21 mutuals you would like to get to know better! (Thanks for the tag @brotherslynch ILY)

nicknames: Vicky (or) Vic <3

zodiac sign: Cancer sun, Aries Moon, Libra rising

height: 5′5”

hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

last thing i googled: “How old Taehyung bts” asdfghjhgf I keep forgetting!!!

favourite musicians: Oh damn … Well, I’m a lesbian so clearly Hozier and Mitski. Lorde is a classic, Logic is my mans, Matt Corby is amazing. I’ve been on the Kpop grind lately so I love the groups BTS, Monsta X, and Ateez. Orla Gartland is a fave of mine, as well as absolute the LEGEND girl group, boygenius.

song stuck in your head: Pied Piper by BTS

following: Y’all, I follow so many ppl… 1,229 blogs currently

followers: 1,558, but most of them are from my humble 2012 beginnings so they’re mostly inactive

do you get asks: Not super often, unless its to remind me that the longer I leave my goddamn Gatsby fic on hiatus, the more I’ll be loathed by the entire human race… Which is beyond valid and I deserve it

amount of sleep: Probably about 7-8 hours depending on the night

lucky number: 44!! Also 6!!

what you’re wearing: A black, quarter-sleeve shirt that says “GIRLS” in grey font across the front + Jeans … Lesbian hour is 24/7

dream job: Musical / Playwright (or) widely renowned author with a really well crafted and beloved movie/tv show adaptation

dream trip: I really want to go to Italy, so that would be amazing (I just came back from my semester abroad so the idea of traveling rn makes me nauseated oof)

instrument: Piano and Ukulele! I can’t read music, but I play by ear and I really love it. I wanna learn how to play bass too

languages: Fluent in only English, currently completing a beginner level ASL class so I hope to continue with that!

favourite songs: This is v hard … “Strawberry Blond” by Mitski, “Seoul” by RM, “A World Alone” by Lorde, “Saw You In a Dream” by The Japanese House, “Would That I” by Hozier, “Stay Down” by boygenius, “HALA HALA” by Ateez, “HOME” by BTS, “Gang Related” by Logic, and DEFINITELY “Ddaeng” by BTS Rap Line

random fact: My friends and I just got Be More Chill tix for my early b-day celebration so I’m SUPER hyped to see that on Broadway v soon!!!

aesthetic: Lots of gold against blues and light pinks, and anything that feels like a buried sapphic relic that awakens forgotten memories of a past life that whispers love back into my heart. Anything Hozier-approved <3

I’m tagging: @patrickcorbins, @insurrectionistt, @patrioclus, @naruto-uzufuckit, @arimendoza, @hornqwist, @adamparrsh, @foxholejort, @goldfinchgf, @losercentr4l, @kindred-aquarian, @lowlifeprsphne, @btsqueer, @dantelov, @jannaordonias, @peter-bii-parker, @ellioatt (This is definitely totally 21 blogs ha ha I promise, no need to double count ha ha just trust me ha ha)

#tag games #thank you Anna !!! this one was rly fun and cute #mine

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hobbagobwin · 5 years

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21 questions game

I was tagged by @decaffeinated. Thanks for thinking to tag me~

Rules: answer 21 questions and tag 21 people that you’re like to get to know better. (Don’t reblog. Make a separate post!)

Nickname(s): My main nickname is Vicky. My dad calls me Vic and when I was little he always called me Rabbit. My blog/shop names are actually from when my husband started calling cutesy forms of "hob goblin".

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5'4"

Last Movie I Saw: Santa Buddies is the last one I remember. Some people will try to tell you the Buddies movies suck, but they're just wrong. I've been watching more shows than movies lately, honestly.

Last Thing I Googled: "Heart palpitations at night". Pretty boring. Apparently, it's nothing to worry about, but I've noticed when I'm laying in bed sometimes my heart feels more intense and weird.

Favourite Musicians: I've mostly been listening to instrumental stuff lately, but my favorite musician is probably my husband. Is that cheating? I dunno. Genre wise I really enjoy lofi, j-pop, video game music, chiptune, etc.

Song Stuck in My Head: Some song from the Japanese band Frederic. I think it might be called Oddloop?

Other blogs: @hobletongobleton - my side blog where I post any personal stuff/mostly reblog cute/asthetic/funny things

@goblincrossing - my animal crossing side blog that I rarely post to anymore

Do I get asks?: Yeah, sometimes! Mostly plush related.

Followers: 5,825

Following: 1,226

Amount of Sleep: 6-8 hours? I have a weird sleeping schedule. I go to to sleep around 12am, wake up around 5am (when my husband goes to work), stay up for a couple of hours, and go back to sleep until around 10am.

Lucky Number: My favorite number is 82, but I'm not sure if I actually have a "lucky" number.

What am I wearing?: Black pajamas.

Dream Job: I feel like I'd really enjoy working as a zookeeper. Also, having my own toy store or arcade would be cool.

Dream Trip: Japan! So many cool places to visit and things to do!

Favourite Food: Probably good ol' pasta. I'm actually a pretty picky eater, but I wish I wasn't.

Play any instrument?: I played oboe and the bells all throughout middle and high school, I can play ukulele some, and I currently play rhythm guitar in a band (I'm only filling in while they search for a full time member since being in a band isn't really my thing). I previously played bass in the same band.

Favourite Song: I don't think I actually have one! Like, I don't normally have one specific one that I like more than others. Its normally several, I think.

Random Fact(s): I was born in Germany. I plan on getting my entire right arm tattooed with digimon. I just celebrated my 10th wedding anniversary on Jan 1st (I got married shortly after turning 18).

Describe Yourself in Aesthetic Things: Houseplants, fluffy plush, rainy day, lofi music, old books, crystals, and galaxy stuff.

I'm not gonna tag anyone specifically (mostly because I cant think of specific people), but go ahead and do it if you want to! If you wanna tag me in it so I can read yours that'd be cool~

#text #non plush related

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mamazano · 6 years

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ON THIS DATE (51 YEARS AGO) October 21, 1967 – Pink Floyd: The Piper at the Gates of Dawn is released in the US. # ALL THINGS MUSIC PLUS+ 4.5/5 # Allmusic 5/5 stars

The Piper at the Gates of Dawn is the début album by Pink Floyd, released in the US on October 21, 1967, and in August 1967 (mono only) in the UK. The US album featured an abbreviated track listing and reached #131 on the Billboard 200 Top LP's charts. In 2003, it was ranked number 347 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time. In 2000, Q magazine placed The Piper at the Gates of Dawn at number 55 in its list of the 100 Greatest British Albums Ever.

Architecture students Roger Waters, Nick Mason and Richard Wright, and art student Syd Barrett, had performed in various guises since 1962, and began touring as "The Pink Floyd" in 1965. They turned professional on 1 February 1967, when they signed with EMI, with an advance fee of £5,000. Their first single, a song about a kleptomaniac transvestite titled "Arnold Layne", was released on 11 March to mild controversy - Radio London refused to air it. About three weeks later the band were introduced to the mainstream media. EMI's press released claimed that the band were "musical spokesmen for a new movement which involves experimentation in all the arts", but EMI attempted to put some distance between them and the underground scene from which the band originated by stating that "the Pink Floyd does not know what people mean by psychedelic pop and are not trying to create hallucinatory effects on their audiences". The band returned to Sound Techniques Studio to record their next single, "See Emily Play", on 18 May. The single was released almost a month later, on 16 June, and reached number five in the charts.

When the Beatles recorded Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band in 1967, they kicked a new band out of a neighboring studio to do some overdubs for "Lovely Rita." The band was Pink Floyd and, while the Beatles were polishing up what many consider to be the gold standard of British psychedelia, Syd Barrett and Co. were already upending the young genre with The Piper at the Gates of Dawn. Produced by Norman Smith--the Beatles' chief engineer in the early '60s--it catapulted the British Invasion into the cosmos. With an explosive spirit barely contained within pop's dictates, the tracklist has an array of classics. Roger Waters's sinister bass slinks beneath the aural lysergy of "Instellar Overdrive" and "Lucifer Sam," while Rick Wright's organ drones envelop harmonic whimsies like "Matilda Mother." Ultimately, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn, the only Floyd record that seriously included him, belongs to Barrett. Using the electric guitar as a textural dervish, turning pop convention into shifting melodic quicksand, and introducing childlike lyricism into the psychedelic lexicon (the album's name comes from his favorite children's book, The Wind in the Willows), his voice and songwriting astound. Indeed, Barrett's blown-mind cadences are as much a symbol of psychedelia as Hendrix's strat or George Harrison's sitar. His voice simply sounds like tripping, and captures all the ungraspable beauty and fearful fragility of the experience. An extraordinary debut record, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn remains Barrett's visionary statement of purpose. _____________________________________

ALBUM ARTWORK and TITLE

Vic Singh photographed and designed the album cover, unlike subsequent Pink Floyd albums. The album remains one of the few to actually feature the band members on the front cover.

The album’s title comes from the title of Chapter Seven, “THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN,” of Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows, where Rat and Mole, while searching for Portly, the lost son of Otter, are drawn to a place where the ‘Piper’ is playing on his reed flute.

“`This is the place of my song-dream, the place the music played to me,’ whispered the Rat, as if in a trance. `Here, in this holy place, here if anywhere, surely we shall find Him!’”

(The ‘Piper’ referred to is the Greek god Pan.)

Portly was found near Pan.

The title was later referred to by Stevie Wonder in the song “Power Flower” from the 1979 album Journey through the Secret Life of Plants (“Fire and air, earth water I prepare/I am the piper at the gates of dawning”), by Van Morrison in the song “Piper at the Gates of Dawn” from his 1997 album The Healing Game and also by the metal band Iron Maiden in the song “Wicker Man” from the 2000 album Brave New World (“The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way”). Furthermore, Pink Floyd’s later song “Shine On You Crazy Diamond,” dedicated to Barrett and detailing his decline, refers to him as “you piper, you prisoner;” this may also be an allusion to the album’s title. ___________________________________

REVIEW Steve Huey, allmusic The title of Pink Floyd's debut album is taken from a chapter in Syd Barrett's favorite children's book, The Wind in the Willows, and the lyrical imagery of The Piper at the Gates of Dawn is indeed full of colorful, childlike, distinctly British whimsy, albeit filtered through the perceptive lens of LSD. Barrett's catchy, melodic acid pop songs are balanced with longer, more experimental pieces showcasing the group's instrumental freak-outs, often using themes of space travel as metaphors for hallucinogenic experiences -- "Astronomy Domine" is a poppier number in this vein, but tracks like "Interstellar Overdrive" are some of the earliest forays into what has been tagged space rock. But even though Barrett's lyrics and melodies are mostly playful and humorous, the band's music doesn't always bear out those sentiments -- in addition to Rick Wright's eerie organ work, dissonance, chromaticism, weird noises, and vocal sound effects are all employed at various instances, giving the impression of chaos and confusion lurking beneath the bright surface. The Piper at the Gates of Dawn successfully captures both sides of psychedelic experimentation -- the pleasures of expanding one's mind and perception, and an underlying threat of mental disorder and even lunacy; this duality makes Piper all the more compelling in light of Barrett's subsequent breakdown, and ranks it as one of the best psychedelic albums of all time.

TRACKS: All songs written by Syd Barrett, except where noted. Side one 1. See Emily Play - 2:53 2. Pow R. Toc H. (Barrett, Roger Waters, Wright, Nick Mason) - 4:26 3. Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk (Waters) - 3:05 4. Lucifer Sam (Barrett) - 3:07 5. Matilda Mother (Wright, Barrett) - 3:08

Side two 1. Scarecrow - 2:11 2. The Gnome - 2:13 3. Chapter 24 - 3:42 4. Interstellar Overdrive (Barrett, Waters, Wright, Mason) - 9:41

#pink floyd #syd barrett #the piper at the gates of dawn

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