#washed up rock star vibes

[smutnug]

Took me so long to make the connection between "handsome younger man" in the Chosen vision and fucking GORTASH

#bg3 #younger than what #a 200 year old undead elf i guess #washed up rock star vibes #that man's past is just pure cocaine #one hit wonder in 1987 #brushes his teeth with cigarettes #dragon age origins teeth motherfucker

[neteyamslovrr]

Hii, just wanna say luv your stories. I hope u can do a series if ever. I wanna suggest like aonung x fem reader. Like she is so super kind and pure like the opposite of the typical strong and gangster vibe. Its like she melt aonung heart with her kind words and pure actions, like innocent vibe. Any way, hope u can consider this hehe

Melt For You

summary: you were a pure soul, a kind heart that brought happiness to all of the metkayina, including the tough son ao'nung

1k words, fem!metkayina reader

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The entire village knew you as kind. A pure hearted girl whose joy filtrated through the entire village. Your smile made others smile. You sparked happiness within everyone’s heart.

Your heart-warming presence had its effect on everyone. Even the harsh son of the chief Tonowari. Ao’nung couldn’t deny that his lips slightly curved seeing your bright smile. Or the way his chest would flutter seeing you walk by and wave.

It made him melt, you made him melt. Like ice cream on a hot day dripping onto the pavement melt. If you and the stars were next to each other you’d be shining brighter. If there was a shooting star in the sky he’d still rather stare into the galaxies in your eyes.

He was laying on a hammock just outside where his family rested. The light breeze rocked him side to side lulling him to sleep. The warm sun shining on him filled his body with warmth. It was a time he felt truly calm.

You came up beside him, slightly bouncing on the tightly pulled fabric that formed a path over the sand. Resting a soft hand on his shoulder to not scare him too much.

“Ao’nung.” Your voice was gentle in his ear, like a perfect song he’d listen to for eternity.

His eyes immediately went to your crouched figure next to him. Your skin shimmered in the sun, and your hair softly blew in the wind. You were like a portrait, framed in the museum of his mind, each stroke of a brush created your beauty.

“Hi Y/N.” His voice was croaky, a tired morning voice, not yet ready to be spoken to the world.

“Would you like to come make some baskets with me?” His heart fluttered when you offered. The thought of you thinking of him made him feel like his heart grew wings and was ready to fly away.

“Of course, I would.” Getting off the comfort of the soft hammock he followed your enthusiastic figure down to near the shore.

You had laid out multiple piles of leaves to be handwoven into intricate baskets to hold anything from tiny trinkets to the produce of a successful hunt. He watched you take a seat on the warm sand and followed suit.

He’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you told him to. Your smile was intoxicating to him, your being was like an addictive substance he would never let go of.

He watched your fingers intricately weave with the leaves with such ease. You made everything just look so graceful, so perfect.

“Ao’nung you’ve barely started, do you need help?” The tenderness of your voice rung in his ears. It would’ve made him shudder, but he had at least a little presence of self-control.

“I don’t weave, I am a hunter Y/N. So yes… I would like some help.” His voice grew small at the end making you chuckle.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

If he were a man before this statement no one would have ever known. Because he now felt like a puddle of mush on the sand to be washed away by the high tide.

He stammered a couple times before being able to get a retort back. “I’d hoped to be handsome.” Batting his eyelids in a joking way to cover the fact that his heart sounded like a drum.

“Fine, you can be handsome then.”

Ao’nung’s brain might have malfunctioned. The cogs of his brain stopped working and his hands froze looking up to you giggling figure. How could you think he was handsome when you were beauty itself.

“I need help with the basket Y/N.” Stern wasn’t exactly what his voice sounded like, but it was what he was going for.

“Oh yes. That’s right.” Grabbing his fingers softly you started to guide his hands in the detailed pattern. You watched him get continuously flustered as he gulped harshly whenever your hands would reposition themselves on his.

He was a mess in your touch. If he were to be a candle you’d be his flame. Flickering in the breeze slowly heating him up and melting him with your warmth.

“Y/N.” His voice was gruff, like he had been holding back his voice for a millennium.

“Are you understanding this pattern? You don’t seem to be listening.” A smile grew on your face as Ao’nung’s eyes tried to avoid anywhere but yours. He couldn’t meet them just yet. Not while his thoughts brewed in his mind that was filled of you.

“Y/N… I can’t focus on the basket. I can’t focus on anything right now.” Desperation echoed through his voice as looked up into your curious eyes. Your head tilted slightly waiting for him to continue explaining.

“I can only focus on you.”

Eyes wide you smiled at him. You weren’t oblivious to his feelings, and you hoped he wasn’t oblivious to yours. I mean who wouldn’t fall in love with the man. He was handsome, strong, funny and only a little daft.

“Then focus on me.” You tilted your head forward to get closer to his face. The proximity making the air between the two thick and filled with tension. Loving tension, tension that had been held back for years.

Ao’nung under his tough exterior and harsh nature was still a soft boy at heart. And you had cracked his shell.

The tension was sharp enough to cut with a knife, but no knife was needed as he softly put his lips to yours. Slowly kissing you, his eyes shut tight as his hands travelled to hold your cheeks.

This was ecstasy to him. Pure bliss. He was in a state of euphoria feeling you touch on him so delicately.

The way your lips melded together perfectly made your heart flutter as you hung your hands around his neck. You heart pounded in your chest and you kissed deeper to try and silence it.

Breaking away his lips were slightly swollen, licking the bottom lip in disbelief that he had kissed you. You had enchanted him completely and he was ready to be bewitched by you till the very end.

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authors note: hope you enjoyed this! and thankq sm for all the love every like reblog and comment i'm so grateful!

(i love your comments i'm kicking my feet reading them)

#ao'nung oneshot #ao'nung x reader #aonung #aonung xreader #aonung x you #avatar the way of water #avatar oneshot #ao'nung fic #ao'nung fluff #avatar #ao'nung #avatar x reader #atwow

[l0stvhs]

INTRODUCING MY FURRY GUYS I GUESS. OR WHATEVER.

Kicking off this account I guess with a selection of (at this point, quite old) Toyhouse icons I did of my miscellaneous OC’s. All from basically the same universe, but some of them may be part of different unrelated stories from one another

Below the cut, I’ll give a super brief description of my main OC stories and who each character is is.

—————————————— I have three or four story projects in active/current development at the present, but I’ll introduce the two most developed ones.

My main one is currently in need of a new title, but it’s a horror dramedy / murder mystery. about my fictional band with the tremendously on-the-nose name Dead Celebrities— whose rise to fame also coincides with a series of strange murders of several other prominent musicians in town. The story basically revolves around the members of the band trying to deduce who may be responsible for the killings, all while trying to stay alive themselves. The further they investigate, not only do they begin suspect one of their own may be the culprit, but that said culprit may be involved with even more sinister forces than they could have imagined.

My second one is called The Devil You Know, which revolves around the lead protagonist Nico who aspires to be a famous rock musician, but feels stifled by his chronic ailments and lack of skill. Through a boredom induced ouija board mishap, he finds himself summoning a demon who makes a deal with him to grant him otherworldly musical skill— unfortunately this leads to said demon possessing Nico, so now he must live with the experience of having the world’s worst roommate and a parasite wrapped up all in one ancient evil entity.

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As for the individual characters, I’ll introduce each in picture order from left to right.

1 / JESSE: Grumpy, broody, moody guitarist for an 80’s rock / heavy metal band called Dead Celebrities. Deep down very kind and sensitive despite what his aloof, offputting demeanor may indicate. Many wild town rumors circulate around him due to his mysterious nature, all of which are far more interesting than his actual life. Main protagonist of my murder mystery story. Also the main one trying to investigate the murders.

2 / CHERRY: One of Jesse’s best friends and member of Dead Celebrities’ rival band called Lost Daughters. A sarcastic spitfire and also her band’s lead singer. Is basically everyone’s wise older sister… even if she’s a bit smug about it sometimes. Part of the murder mystery story.

3 / PINK: Part of a story somewhat unrelated to the two I mentioned. His story takes place in the late 2000’s-early 2010’s. Former teen heartthrob kid’s sitcom actor turned somewhat washed up emo singer and social media personality. Has been cancelled every week for the past several years. Has made multiple YouTube apology videos. He’s kind of a fuckboy asshole (but he does redeem himself somewhat)

4/ WILEY: Weirdo bassist for Dead Celebrities and armchair paranormal expert. Professionally mentally ill, couch surfs and does odd jobs for income. Freaks out his roommates by doing seances in the apartment. Part of the murder mystery story. Is Donnie’s older half-brother.

5/ MEPHISTOPHELES: Demon. Nico’s parasite. Will drink all your pepsi and call you a bitch. Is the eternal spirit of a former musician. Part of the The Devil You Know story.

6/ DONNIE: Dorky rhythm guitarist and occasional keyboardist for Dead Celebrities. Painfully earnest and sweet. Has an unrequited crush on Jesse. Chronic nervous wreck but overcompensates with extreme friendliness. Overcaffeinated, sleep-deprived med school student. Part of the murder mystery story. Is Wiley’s little half-brother.

7/ EDDIE: Dead Celebrities’ drummer and casanova extraordinaire. Good with the business side of the band stuff. Gregarious, excitable, goofy personality. Really having fun with the whole rock-star persona thing. Think Jack Black type vibes. He’s also Cherry’s boyfriend. Part of the murder mystery story.

8/ RIOT: Part of a story partially connected to the murder mystery one. Goofy himbo glam metal party boy who don’t want nothin’ but a good time. Clinically oblivious.

9/ NICO: Perpetually anxious, poorly socialized shut-in with chronic illness and barely any exposure to the outside world. Craves a change of pace in the form of fame, but unfortunately a deal with a demon to gain said musical prowess resulting in said evil entity taking up partial residence in his body wasn’t the kind of shake-up he was wanting. Not to mention, the effects of acute demon possession have been taking a serious toll on his health… Part of the The Devil You Know story.

#my art #Oc #ocs #oc art #furry #artists #artists on tumblr #Endswell #Oc intro #oc introduction #oc stuff

[zaimta]

彡WHO WOULD LOVE A BLACK S/O

parings: fairy tail <3

a/n- no paring announcement bc it’s a surprise <33, also quick announcement your faves would absolutely love you regardless this is just hcs of characters with a black s/o

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˗ˏˋLAXUS DREYAR-

as a black laxus simp i speak for the people

but he would totally love himself a black s/o, the vibes are there and the power couple energy too my godd

would be the mf to pay for EVERYTHING, wanna get your hair done? sure he’ll pay for it, nails?? oh he got you covered

would most definitely weak for box braids he loves the way they look on you especially the colored ones yk yk

˗ˏˋGAJEEL REDFOX-

his favorite music is literally rock n roll enough said.

second most helpful on wash day cause he got long hair n all but he play too much

shockingly very excellent slow dancer for r&b songs

˗ˏˋERZA SCARLET-

best help with wash day, if you ask her to help she would be focused and attentive to your hair

would pay for your hair styles also! but she suggest certain styles that she thinks you should try, calmly looses it when you take her suggestions

and if you make strawberry shortcake she’ll love you forever <33

˗ˏˋSTING EUCLIFFE-

he literally radiates lightskin energy like come on

most definitely the type to make you do a lil twirl whenever you get your hair done and hypes you up like crazy

most definitely star struck during glowing hours, still fawns over it no matter how many times he sees it

#fairy tail x reader #fairy tail x black!reader #laxus x reader #laxus x black!reader #gajeel x reader #gajeel x black!reader #erza x reader #erza x black!reader #sting x reader #laxus dreyar x reader #erza scarlet x reader #gajeel redfox x reader #sting eucliffe x reader #fairy tail x you #fairy tail x y/n #fairy tail headcanons #fairy tail fluff

[ghostintheheadset]

So I picked up a short story anthology recently, which I don't normally do, and I thought it'd be fun to go through and do little reviews of each piece. I've always been a longform fiction girlie and it couldn't hurt to look a little closer and see what makes shorter fiction work.

The anthology is Someone in Time, containing stories about time travel romance, here's the 4 that I read today:

1: Roadside Attraction, by Alix Harrow

The Time Travel: A strange rock in the woods that sends you to some random time and place in the past, then eventually back to the present. Or not.

The Romance: Floyd, a young man recently broken up with, and Edmund, the groundskeeper.

I think this was a good choice to have as the first piece, because as far as time travel stories go, it's pretty straightforward. "Young man goes out into the world seeking adventure, and is still left wanting, because he doesn't realize that what he's looking for is right in front of him", but with time travel. Notably, his adventures in the past are largely glossed over, most of them being described in a sentence or less, which is to the benefit of the piece's theming. Floyd's characterized as a man looking for adventure and never finding what he needs, so those adventures being summed up as "two hours he spent swearing and almost dying", "he made out with a pirate", "he spent a week hungry" adds to that vibe.

His arc is, as an extent of this, very predictable. He spends months traveling to different time periods looking for some grand destiny, and at the end of the story, he'll realize "oh actually, I'm gay for the groundskeeper that's always here to greet me when I come home, and living in the present is all I need, actually." I don't find that to the story's detriment, though, it is a romance- it doesn't matter if you figure out the destination early.

I'm not handing out stars or rating these out of ten or anything. I liked it.

2: The Past Life Reconstruction Service, by Zen Cho

The Time Travel: A service that lets people experience half-hour snippets of past lives.

The Romance: Rui, a washed-up film director, and Yiu Leung, his ex and soulmate.

I may be a little guilty of "rating" this higher than I maybe should, simply because I like the concept of past lives in fiction a lot. Rui looks into the past five times, and each time he recognizes Yiu Leung as an important person to him, rubbing salt in the wound of their recent breakup. Soulmates can be a little hit-or-miss for me, so I appreciate that Rui doesn't try to make amends with Yiu Leung just because their soulmates, but because he sees how important Yiu Leung has been in his past lives, and the repeated encounters make him realize "oh, I fucked this up bad and I want to make amends".

Much like Roadside Attraction, the time travel functions as less of a plot element and more of a narrative tool to help the main character learn the lesson they need to learn. Plotwise there wasn't too too much going on, we learn about the fight between Rui and Yiu Leung that caused them to breakup, and Rui encounters him at the end and makes the effort to get back together. Big chunks of the text are spent in past lives, but fortunately, I found them pretty interesting. It starts with the good old "angst-filled wartime setting", but then moves on to "Rui and Yiu Leung are both women married to the same nobleman carrying out and illicit romance", and later, "Rui is a cow and Yiu Leung is a fly who won't leave him alone". Honestly that one bit is kinda carrying for me, it was very short but I'm going to be thinking about that one for a while.

3: First Aid, by Seanan McGuire

The Time Travel: An early 22nd century agency that sends people back in time to better study overlooked aspects of various time periods, to then send their observations back the long way. Operatives spend years learning about the time period they're going to live in, getting reconstructive surgery to better learn the part, and as they can't be compensated the agency instead provides for one person of their choosing for life.

The Romance: Taylor, a researcher going back to the past, and Marianne, a woman from the 90s she falls in love with.

"Hey ghost, why'd you spend so much more time describing the time travel here" because that's what reading the story's like. Marianne isn't introduced until 2/3rds of the way through the story, and so much more time is spent on explaining the circumstances and purposes of Taylor going back in time. And it's not that these things aren't interesting, but it leads to the story being so unbalanced that the romance feels barely there in comparison. If the story had opened on Taylor landing in the past, and meeting Marianne soon after, and her backstory had been explored through comparisons between her past future life and her present past life, that could've led for so much more time for Taylor and Marianne's relationship to develop.

The best way I can summarize it is that First Aid so badly wants to be a novella at least, and can't properly fold itself into the constraints of a short story. The funny twist near the end is that Taylor's supposed to go to the 1500s, and instead lands at a ren faire in 1996 with no way home. In a longer story, the repercussions of this could be properly explored, but instead, we have Taylor internally panicking about both the immediate and long-term repercussions, but the former are skipped over and the story ends before the latter can become relevant. For the purposes of the short, this didn't need to happen- if Taylor landed in the 1500s and met a woman there, the overall plot would be unchanged, and there'd be much more time for her relationship with Marianne to feel like a relationship.

4. I Remember Satellites, by Sarah Gailey

The Time Travel: A time travel agent goes to the past on a lifelong mission to alter the course of history by marrying a prince and keeping him from the throne.

The Romance: Violet, a time agent, and Dani, another agent sent on an overlapping mission.

First point, why was this immediately after First Aid lmao, if you have two "woman working for a time travel org goes back in time to spend the rest of her life there and falls in love with another woman there" stories, space them out a bit!

Of the four I read so far, I think this one did the best job of integrating time travel, making it deeply necessary to the plot and character arcs without it overstepping. Violet, leaving to spend the rest of her life with a man who sucks, struggles with having to forget her life in the future and being forgotten by the people she knew. She and Dani aren't supposed to be in the same place at the same time, interacting with other agents on missions is expressly forbidden due to the likelihood of operatives breaking character when they're not completely immersed, but naturally she holds on to Dani both as a lover and as the only tangible reminder of the life she used to live.

As such, the story takes two routes towards being a forbidden romance- which is to its benefit, because as Violet points out, it's not as if her bosses can punish her when she's already on a mission that's going take up the rest of her life. While that is initially a compelling reason for Dani, I as a reader was more open to Violet's perspective, but the fact that she was married to a shitty prince helped keep the appeal of a forbidden romance going despite that. While I'm not expecting a full capital-R Romance from short stories like these, this was the closest to it in the collection so far, and I felt Dani played a larger role in the story than most of the other love interests (though Edmund is also a contender!). I'd say this is my favorite in the anthology so far, though there's certainly plenty more to go.

#book reviews #books #romance review #time travel #queer lit #Someone in Time

[moni-logues]

“stay?” + namjoon <3

THANK YOU for this request. I am (unhingedly) psyched for the idea I had, even though, real talk, I have been crying whilst writing it (no I have NEVER fucking cried while writing before; didn't even really believe other people when they said they had, but here we are, mentally ill and crying over my own writing lmao)

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: ANGST ANGST and oh shit, ANGST

Summary: Namjoon asks you to stay, even though you both know you have to go.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: major character death, baby!!!! dying, hospice? i guess kind of?

Stay?

Namjoon sighed beside you and you turned your head. 

“What?” you asked your voice weak, your throat dry. 

“Stay?” he asked back. “Would you just... stay? Can’t you?” 

You laughed, or you would have if you could have; you wheezed, a stuttering little exhale that nevertheless sounded just enough like a laugh to get your meaning across. 

“Yeah, ok then.” 

He smiled, big and broad, but tight-lipped, because you both knew full well that you couldn’t. 

“Great! So, if you’re staying, what do you want to do tomorrow? What’s on the cards?” 

You hummed, thoughtful.  

“Big party. I’d have a big party... but less of a rave, more... garden party, y’know? … Get everyone I love in a room—… or garden—altogether. Good food... good drink, good music... the right vibe...” You trailed off, breathless, tired, even though you were speaking so quietly and so slowly, your breathing shallow but such hard work. 

“I’ll start sending out the invitations now then.” 

“Oh, would you? … That would be... such a help.” 

You lapsed into silence because neither one of you could really get behind the bit. You weren’t going to be here tomorrow. That was just a fact. You’d been trying to run from it, ignore it, pretend it out of existence but it caught up to you, had you in its claws now, its open mouth hovering above you, so close you could feel its breath ruffle your hair, could feel drips of its saliva fall onto your shoulders. 

“I’d really.. like to lie... in my own bed,” you whispered. “If I could stay... I’d like to lie in... my own bed first.” 

“I can ask again. If that’s what you really want, I’ll make it happen. I will.” 

It brought tears to your eyes, his determination. His face serious and jaw set. You knew he’d make it happen if you asked him to, but this was a compromise you’d been reasonably happy to make. Hospitals were not comfortable places but you didn’t want Namjoon to have to lie down every night in the same bed you had died in. So, you gave in when the hospital recommended that you be admitted and you were living out your last days on starchy, boil-washed hospital sheets and the fanciest pyjamas you’d ever worn that Namjoon had insisted on buying for you, to give you as much comfort as he could.  

You shook your head lightly. Namjoon squeezed your hand and when you turned to look at him, his eyes were full of tears, too. 

“It’s ok,” you told him, squeezing back. 

“No, it’s not.”  

His voice trembled and you watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed hard. 

“None of this is ok... I wan- I want to-...”  

He trailed off, turning away from you as he tried not to collapse. His face when he looked back to you broke your heart. He looked scared. Namjoon never looked scared. He was your guy. Your pillar, your support, your rock, your guide, your ground, your north star, your morning and evening and every hour in between. He was always confident, sure even when he was nervous; he didn’t hesitate and prevaricate and flip-flop. Solid as a rock. He was never scared. 

Except now he was. Scared. And lost. He was on the very brink of losing you and you didn’t know what to say to him, didn’t know how to tell him everything that was in your heart. If the trade-off had been 50 years off your life for even one day with him, you’d have taken the deal. A raw deal, sure, but any moment with him was worth a lifetime with someone else. And you’d had much more than a moment. You’d had years. Fewer than you’d wanted, fewer than you’d expected, but still years.  

“I know,” you said because you did know and you didn’t know what else to say.  

You looked at him, your poor, broken-hearted, sad, lost boy, and tried to take him in. You didn’t know what lay beyond, what was in store for you; you weren’t sure you believed in any kind of after-life, but on the off-chance there was one, you wanted to make sure you remembered his face. You wanted to make sure you remembered the warmth of his hand in yours, the little calluses at the base of his fingers, the way he always absent-mindedly tapped one against your hand, the way he deliberately tapped you when he wanted to silently say ‘I love you’. He was doing it now, one two three. One two three. Three little taps for three little words for feelings too big for expression, too big for words. You tapped back.  

You closed your eyes and took a struggling, shuddering breath. You were scared now, too. You hadn’t given much thought to the experience of dying, what it would be like in the moment. You’d thought a lot about not being alive anymore, about your life being blinked out of existence, about not being here anymore—all the things that death meant. But you hadn’t really thought much about what it would be like to die. Now you were knocking on its door and had no idea what to expect. You had just hoped for the same thing you guessed everyone else did: to go peacefully, in your sleep. But now you were scared to go to sleep. Because you really didn’t want to die, actually. You really wanted to stay alive.  

But you couldn’t.  

And you couldn’t help closing your eyes. Every waking moment was exhausting; the fatigue weighed you down like quicksand and you sank deeper and deeper every day, every hour. Opening your eyes was an effort. Every breath was an effort. Living, just staying alive, required maximum effort and you were running out of stamina.  

“Namjoon,” you croaked, your eyes still closed, your hand still in his. 

“Yes, baby?” 

“I love you, ok?” 

You heard him sniff wetly and he squeezed your hand so hard it hurt. 

“I love you, too.” His voice wet, too, thick and strangled. “I love you so much. Baby, god, fuck, I-” He couldn’t finish. He wasn’t going to fall apart not yet, not while you still needed him. 

He took some deep breaths beside you, while the air rattled into and out of your lungs as if you were percussion. It took him a while to regain his composure. He had resolved that he was going to be there for you, be whatever you wanted and needed, because this time was for you, not for him. He would have all the time in the world to focus on himself when you w—... After you had d—… later on. He had resolved, but it was so much harder than he had thought it would be.  

“It’ll be harder for you than for me, I expect,” you had said to him.  

You had always maintained that dying was the easy part. Being left behind, now that was hard. You’d told him so many times that he wouldn’t have to be strong, though. You told him to make sure he broke down a little, let it out, let people in.  

“Your social circle will already have diminished by one, don’t make it any smaller!” 

You had laughed then, as you often had, in the face of death. It was only in the last couple of days that you’d turned to him and said you were scared, that you didn’t want to go. That was how he knew it was close. And he’d watched you like a hawk as you slept, listened for that death rattle, waited desperately for you to open your eyes again, to know that it wasn’t the end this time. 

Except this time... He thought he could hear it now. Your breathing was different. Your skin wasn’t the right colour. Even your eyes hadn’t been the right colour. Your hand was so small and fragile and your skin was paper thin.  

“I love you,” he said, louder this time because he wanted to know that you heard it. He wanted to make sure it was the last thing you heard, not him stumbling and swearing and crying. He said it again and again and one more time for good measure. 

Then he looked, panicked, outside the windows to the room, praying that a nurse or a doctor would walk past. Someone else had to be here. He couldn’t do it on his own. He didn’t know how. 

It kept happening. Your breath would whisper from your dry, cracked lips and the world would stop and he was convinced that was it, it was over, you were gone. But then a raspy, thin breath sucked itself back in and his breath would rush out in a sigh of a relief. Not just yet. But then the next was even slower and he thought it would never come and he thought that was it, it was over, you were gone. You must have died twenty times before a nurse came in to check on you (to check on him) and Namjoon tried to communicate what was happening but he couldn’t speak, couldn’t take his eyes from you, wouldn’t drop your hand, wouldn’t let you go for so much as a second.  

The nurse gently took your other wrist in her hand and pressed her fingers to your pulse, so weak and faint and slow, and waited with Namjoon. It didn’t take long. You inhaled, just barely, for the very last time, and the gush of air that you released, many seconds later, stronger than the others had been, was your last. That was it. It was over. You were gone. And Namjoon could only wish you had stayed.  

#namjoon x reader #namjoon angst #namjoon fic #bts x reader #bts angst #bts fic #rm x reader #rm angst

[fulgurbugs]

Doll review time!

today I received via target the Sunny and Luna Madison two-pack, which i had had my eye on for a while but decided i would wait on a sale for them. and they went on sale recently for 50% off! they were 25 dollars (plus shipping, as my target was unable to let me reserve one for in-store pickup so i had to order them shipped) but in my opinion a very good price for both of them!

i really appreciate that RH always has the color-coordinated stands. saves me from having to get cheap generic stands every two seconds like with mh LMAO. also, Sunny is actually my first Rainbow high doll, since all my other girls are shadow high! i also noticed that shadow high has slightly different stands with spikes on them as compared to the RH ones.

here's the back of their hair.

Sunny's hair is CRUNCHY. i'm talking rock solid. for this elaborate hairstyle she has though, i understand why. Even though i could probbaly at least get the four dangling curls looking nicer with a wash and re-curl, for now at least i'm content to leave her as-is. Luna's hair is significantly less crunchy and more in line with the typical amount of gel for this curl pattern. out of the box it is in two distinct halves, but i separted the curls a bit to give her some more volume.

now, for some individual details.

I'll start with Sunny! In my opinion, she's the clear winner of the pack, and one of the cutest RH designs ever. the reason i was interested in this pack was for her adorable outfit, as well as the fact I like this Luna outfit more than her basic doll.

first up, her face! Sunny's very cute, but what struck me the most with this doll is her hair clips! she has 5, and theyre all different colors. combined with her shooting star earrings, there's a lot to love. I'm very fond of the yellow and rainbow color scheme of this doll.

Her shoes! yep, heel crocs. and leg warmers. it's so ridiculous and over the top, just like everything about this outfit. they're perfect.

I took her jacket off to kook at what she's wearing under it. the little decal on the shirt is surrounded with embroidered safety pins. cute!

the skirt is two layers. the pain white skirt, and the clear plastic with stickers layer over that. i love the pocket details, though they aren't seen much with the shirt and jacket over them. i do like to see that they're there though!

one thing that struck me with this doll is without the jacket, her outfit is actually not very yellow at all! it's mostly white

as for that tiny jacket, it's as pretty and detailed for its size as i'd espect out of rainbow high. tiny ruffle details, pockets, and drawstrings. on the back is a little cartoon sunny with some more rainbows, and a sun and moon that match her hairclips. also, a little cameo of the bear bag.

I love the decora (i think, correct me if im wrong im not super knowledgeable about jfashion cultures) influences on her. everything has a cute and childish vibe, but while altogether its definitely something i could see one of my more fashionable friends wearing around our college campus. a 10/10 sunny (i think she's definitely the designer's favorite)

next up, Luna!

Luna is quite pretty as well, and im a sucker for the series one grayscale dolls. they're such a unique concept! however, I feel like she just lacks that last bit of punch that sunny has. maybe because she doesn't have quite as many acccesories? maybe some hairclips for her too, or a necklace.

here's her face! I love her face in this doll, I'm pretty sure the mold is identical to sunny's (they are twins, after all) but their makeup makes them look really different to me imo. epectually from a distance, Luna looks a bit more mature. in person as well, her eyes are quite clearly a lovely shade of purple, (that isn't too intense as to ruint the grayscale effect) though it seems like it doesn't come off well in the pictures.

not as many details to show off for Luna, but here's a close-up on the shoes. my roommate said she recognized them so im sure theyre in referece to some designer shoes (as RH/SH often does) that i'm not familiar with.

nothing particularlt special from the back. but you can see the little attachement loops on the belt to the skirt a bit better.

he'res her bag, though it's not as fun as sunny's bear bag, it's quite cute, and light enough that it can be held up by Luna with the small handle, or worn on the shoulder instead. it also opens, which i always like to see.

of course, the customary .5 shots

Final thoughts: This is my favorite of the twin 2-packs out of RH/SH so far, I think they're gorgeous and well worth the sale price. Sunny in particular is once again proving to be of the most consistently well-designed characters of the whole line (i love her Fantastic Fashion look as well, and while yellow + rainbows is basically always sunny's thing, I think this is the best execution of it out of all her dolls. I also really prefer this luna to her series 1 doll, where the chrome is more contained and it looks more like an actual outfit you might see in a high school. happy to add both of them to my collection!

Thanks for reading, if you stuck around for this whole long long post lol!

#kenjaku cameo at the end hi buddy #dux doll tag #dux doll review #rainbow high #shadow high #they literally look so good together its insane #im gonna have to rearange again but. i will find a way to keep them together when they make it back to the dorm

[exeggcute]

(synthpop anon) to be more specific i'm looking for more stuff in the vein of depeche mode, new order, pet shop boys, soft cell, etc. the type i can best describe as "fun music with jaded lyrics". speaking of yaz(oo) i already really like upstairs at eric's!

hmmm. I worry that I might not have the best recs for you then because I'm one of those people who doesn't pay THAT much attention to lyrics... it took me a full decade to realize that tryouts for the human race is a song about sperm. sung from the perspective of a sperm lol. I just hear a moroder synth line and black out

so forgive me if any of these are (1) songs/bands you already know or (2) don't quite fit the ticket, but let me try to suggest some stuff based on vibes...

sparks, actually. I still haven't listened to most of their 80s discography (one of these days...) but I adore no 1 in heaven, which is 100% synthpop, and kimono my house, which isn't. but those boys are insane lyricists so if you like fun music about crazy shit you're in the right place.

if you already like yaz (I specifically said yazoo in my last response in case you hadn't heard of em, since when you google "yaz" the first thing that comes up is the birth control pill... but as a yank I admittedly never call them yazoo lol) then you know that vince clarke is a fucking legend. and as one half of erasure I think some of erasure's lesser-known hits fit the bill. love to hate you, who needs love like that, oh l'amour...

bronski beat for more gay synthpop. oh shit marc almond is here?

I only know a handful of devo songs, so if you want better recs you'd need to ask my dad lol, but i like love without anger and freedom of choice

XTC!!!

prefab sprout has some bangers across the board but the king of rock and roll is a song about a washed-up music star with thomas dolby in the production seat. so pretty much exactly what you're looking for.

tears for fears? broken, change, mothers talk... plus the US mix of mothers talk that I mostly don't like but I adore the intro (it's not that you're not goooood enough... it's just that we can make you bet-taaah...)

OMD is good. check out dazzle ships

midge-ure era ultravox is maybe too on the nose. literally dancing with tears in my eyes, lol. plus reap the wild wind, the thin wall, and of course vienna

not necessarily jaded lyrics but aztec camera is really moody and good. I love high land, hard rain (and this extended version of walk out to winter...)

jaded but not synthpop: the english beat. seriously, hear me out

it's less synthpop-y than some of this other stuff, but these gary numan solo albums are my fave: dance and I, assassin

if you don't already like japan you gotta go listen to gentlemen take polaroids front to back. then try titles by mick karn

some random one-offs: happy hour; promises, promises; the politics of dancing

and then, of course, the all time legend

[2am-gas-station-angel-girl]

short stories on wings

(this is angel focused and oriented, but not exclusive, can be applied to other folk with wings too)

cw: crying, implied self harm, general oof vibes

wings laid flat against the roof they stared up at the stars with their companion, counting how many breaths there were between streaks of light

letting his wings rest he watched his friends skating around the park, laughing and whooping as they tried tried to one up each other

an angel dyeing her wings in someone’s bathroom, desperately hoping to stain them as a way to forget her Purpose, a way to forget the things it made her do

another fixing chains to its wings, letting them dangle and shimmer. reminders of its past helplessness, of the restraints they kept it in until it *tore* itself out

the quick, sharp pain of another piercing washing away the doubts they had, another memory to carry as part of themself

yet still an angel boy in a food court, wings held up as a way to block the curious stares while he was just trying to finish his fucking food

wings held out wide she laughed as she fell backward, leaving all of her worries behind as the wind and air caught her

holding their wings close to them they desperately tried to not take up too much space despite being told repeatedly to make themself comfortable, she didn’t mean that did she?

despite the warmth afforded by wrapping herself in her wings they could only do so much to fill the hollow aching for her touch again

his wings afforded him some level of privacy while he rocked back and forth, trying with everything he had not to scream as tears began soaking his sleeves

#angelposting #2am-gas-station-angel-girl #wings! #this took an hour to make #which is soo much longer than i was expecting #why is my best writing always done in pain?

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Find the Vibe Tag Game!

My vibe was "Go ahead, make me," and I was tagged by @xansmenagerie a small eternity ago. I don't know why it won't let me tag you but if you see this thanks!! This is from Blue like don't forget about me and I just wrote it last night so kindly look away from all the typos I can't see yet.

Teddy scrubs his hands against his thighs, then stuffs them in his armpits as his breath fogs in front of him. The moon is a faint crescent and the stars are washed out by the city lights but the wind is strong here on the pier and that’s all that matters tonight.

“That one.” He jerks his chin at a large rock sucked deep into the mud. “As far as you can.”

“I can’t pick that up.”

“Try.”

Nash turns to face him with flashing eyes and teeth bared. “When are y’all gonna tire on givin’ me orders. I am goddamn sick—,”

“That’s perfect. Hang onto that and throw the fucking rock.”

“Go to hell.”

“Excellent. Now, the rock.”

“How ‘bout I throw you instead?”

Teddy ticks his head. He’s not a great swimmer but he could probably—

“Lord, I ain’t throwin’ you out there. Quit with that look.”

Teddy shrugs. “Whatever, man. It’s your choice: me or the rock.”

“Oh do I get choices now?”

“Just this once.”

It’s the wrong thing to say. The fire in Nash’s expression wavers and then snuffs out. Gone. Like smoke. Instead of embracing his anger and venting it like Teddy wanted, Nash folds his arms atop the railing and shifts his weight to his good hip. The river crashes against the legs of the pier and slops up near their feet.

“When’s this gonna be over, Ted? I’m tired. I wanna go—,” He bites down on the end of his sentence and drops his chin atop his arms. He sighs. “Never mind.”

Teddy steps up onto the lower rung of the railing and peers down at the dark rush of water below. “It ends when we end it. There’s no other way around it. You know that.”

“Yeah.” He burrows deeper into the knit sweater he “borrowed” from the apartment. “I know.”

Teddy plays with his bracers. They feel natural on his wrists now. He never takes them off except to shower. He feels oddly light without them.

Tink tink tink— he builds up a charge and feels the energy build inside of him. He channels it, corrals it down into his hand and then into his finger until it’s a hot throbbing ball at the very end of his pointer finger. He points it at a buoy in the distance and says, “Pew.”

It disrupts the air with a warble as it launches from his finger in a brilliant burst of blue and then smacks into the water just to the left of the buoy.

“Someone is going to see.”

“Let ‘em.” Tink ,tink, tink. “Why should I hide?”

“Because you’re a criminal? Because powerful people out there want you dead?”

Teddy hums and fires his second shot. Too high, it sails over the top and hits the water with a splash. “I’m a powerful person.”

In silence, he readies his third shot, fires, and curses as it goes wide yet again.

Nash sighs. Then the wind whips around them, stronger and stronger until there’s a wet sucking sound and the rock rips up out of the sand, turns end over end, then rockets into the buoy—a direct hit.

“Asshole.” He steps down off the railing. Ting, ting ting. “Lucky shot.” He readies another energy blast, fires, and is finally rewarded with a sparking collision.

“I’ll show you luck.” Another rock rips up out of the surf and tumbles oblong and awkward through the air, but it hits the buoy dead on.

“Three times or it doesn’t count.”

They abuse the buoy until they’re both sagging under the strain and then a little longer after that. Nash manages to sling a rock in front of Teddy’s blast and it explodes in a firework of blue light that throws Nash’s victorious whooping into sharp relief and Teddy realizes that they’re all liars. Everyone who ever said time heals all things lied because he’s just as in love as he was six years ago. Maybe more.

Tagging: @sithbelle @harlstark @harleyification @keenerkey @sender-paulson aaaaandd everyone on blue's taglist! @wildswrites @themundanemudperson @the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see @theirtheretheyre @plonccc @thedumbestavenger @yors-truly @thephoenixandthecrocodile @cljordan-imperium @writeblrvotes

Your vibe is, "Who did this."

#blue like don't forget about me #sswrites #tag games #i love them your honor #writeblr #original writing

[saltsanford]

20 questions

tagged by @gaeasun - thank you friend!

How many works do you have on AO3? 36

What’s your total AO3 word count? 880,000

What fandoms do you write for? currently just star wars – can def see myself writing more cobra kai if this next season fucks

What are your top five fics by kudos? put my guns in the ground (2,726) the long road back to good (1,182) enough enough (1,143) let the river in (1,096) sleep and where to find it (758) all rvb except river. nothing will ever top guns in terms of kudos, but river is creeping up there which makes me happy bc my writing has improved a LOT since writing all the others on this list and river is by far the strongest of these five

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? YES almost always, one because I want people to know I appreciate them even if I’m just saying thank you over and over, and two because I’ve met literally all of my closest fandom friends by us acting unhinged in each others’ comments

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? the long way down is pretty damn depressing all the way through. i wrote most of that fic with a blanket over my head (idk it made sense at the time, i was trying to Cope)

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? hmmm laughter lines was super fluffy, I love the happy “reveal” at the end of that one

Do you get hate on fics? idk if hate is really the right term, if i write something and put it out there people are free to say what they like about it but. yes lol (not SW to clarify, i mean it's absolutely possible that it's out there but i don't go looking)

Do you write smut? If so what kind? I have in the past, but not currently, and it’s not something I plan to do again but who knows

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? no, and I don’t usually read them either. not my thing

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I have had large chunks of my fics flat-out pasted into other fics before which like. come on. they took them down immediately though when i asked

Have you ever had a fic translated? never

Have you ever cowritten a fic before? YES!!! enough enough with my old friend egg <3. It was SO much fun. I have done this privately with others too and it is one of my favorite things. finding people you vibe with creatively is WONDERFUL

What’s your all-time favourite ship? still gotta give it to wash and tucker from rvb

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I have a pretty in-depth FMAB WIP (not posted) covering that missing moment after baschool, that has a lot written – but I doubt that’ll ever actually be completed

What are your writing strengths? dialogue. I’ve had several comments saying that if I removed the dialogue tags, they’d still know who was talking and idk if there’s a better compliment than that honestly. also just...actually writing i guess? i have a rock-solid routine that usually allows me to get in 1000 words/6 days a week.

What are your writing weaknesses? like…an actual plot. my fics are really just 300 hurt comfort tropes in a trench coat and I’m fully aware of that

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I don’t speak another language, so the most I’ve done is use the English to Spanish translator for lopez-the-robot’s lines in some rvb fic. it was bad

First fandom you wrote for? lord of the rings! I still have the notebook I carried around everywhere in 8th grade. there’s literally a comment section in the back because I would pass that shit around to all my friends to read

Favorite fic you’ve ever written? okay this might be because it’s my most recent fic but I really love we are a woven strand, find the thread. I love all my OCs, I love the lore I built up for the CMOs, I love how I threaded it all together. It feels like the most original thing I’ve ever written

if you feel like it: @secretlystephaniebrown @comefeedtherainn @calamity-aims @usaonetwothree <3 <3

#answered #i know i don't always respond to things i'm tagged in #sometimes i'm just lazy or busy #but it's fun to play when i'm in the mood so thank you! #my txt

[acatinafancyhat]

Doing my due diligence and watched 1993-5 Belgian Chess! It’s in dutch, but unfortunately the sound quality is not great so i could only guess at what they’re saying most of the time. The translations are quite different from the 2008 Dutch version i got that far... Fortunately it’s a boring London copy so there’s not that much going on anyway 🙃

And yet i had thoughts, therefore it is shouting into the void time! 🥳

Act 1

- Starting off with... statues sitting at a chessboard? Arbiter is here. People dance around the statues like they’re praying to the chess gods during Story of Chess. Real.

- This Arbiter looks so stressed and irritated already. The players haven’t even shown up yet u don’t know what’s coming your way my friend

- Merano folks have shown up in full lederhosen :)

- Real smoke to show Freddie’s train arriving that’s cool! Ohh and this Freddie’s going hard on the washed up rock star vibes. Not sure he looks like a Freddie to me though...

- Freddie walks out after Entrance, so Merano people start assaulting a random tourist guy instead. He looks confused. Then concerned. Then runs off-stage screaming. The Merano experience! :D

- Freddie and Florence Established Relationship but their chemistry is Off. Hmmm.

- This Freddie plays a chess computer (except. There is no computer. Only Disembodied Robot Voice and Freddie speaking his move into thin air.) and he also does push ups. Broadway influence?

- Commie Newspapers and Press Conference are both so slow...

- Wait no it’s speeding up for PC chorus but that’s Not Better. I don’t get this timing it sounds very wrong

- Punching a reporter, check!

- Anatoly and Molokov look like college professors but in different ways (Anatoly is your homeless depressed comp lit guy, Molokov teaches law and delights in assigning too much homework. the AU is real to me)

- Some guy is watching Anatoly do Where I Want to Be. Is he a bodyguard? Idk...

- Anatoly’s chess second also looks like a college professor what is this (Perpetually Anxious Uncomfortably Freud-Loving Psychology Professor vibe for him)

- “No one can deny what kind of times these are” I guess they are neither difficult and dangerous nor encouraging now. They are simply. A kind of times. You can’t deny it. 👍

- Lmao Walter and Molokov almost get in a fight at the end of Diplomats, Arbiter has to break them up

- Walter and Molokov are on Arbiter background dancer duty!!

- After doing Hymn, Arbiter calls Walter back. They both start laughing maniacally. Strange and disturbing...

- Anatoly and Freddie have both suited up for Chess

- There’s a group of background people behind them just kind of rhythmically swaying in place??

- Freddie fake flips the board it looks so silly. Don’t be a coward let him throw the actual board! Freddie board flipping rights!!!

- This Walter is so ready to fight everybody. Molokov, Freddie, his own camera crew. He’s a hands-on kind of spy.

- Side note I like this Florence actress much better for her than Dutch Florence

- Der Kleine Franz brings back the lederhosen

- Mountain Duet on an empty stage with Anatoly sitting on a chair and Florence standing across the stage. They haven’t even greeted each other. The Flonatoly is truly non-existent so far

- Awkwardly standing opposite each other now as they sing...

- He’s touching her and i cringe.

- This has so little going for it i’m sorry, worse Flonatoly development than RAH fr. Depressed professor Anatoly has no discernible personality he just Stands There. Florence actress does her best to look charmed but she has nothing to go on it is not working for me

- Freddie is SITTING ON A BENCH WATCHING THEM KISS the camera was zoomed in on Flo & Toly idk how long he’s been there 😶

- He loses the match, stalks off, angrily takes off his shirt and shoes and throws them at the wall... Goes to get a robe and a bottle of booze...

- Drunk Freddie during Florence Quits high key Worries me

- He’s so tense fr

- Punches a wall after she leaves

- Floor time even before PTC starts

- Oh okay there goes the robe. This is a weird time for him to be shirtless?

- Aaaaand more floor time for the Sad Man

- Florence comes back!!!!! And puts her coat over him djskskaldgsh What.

- And then we get Florence Someone Else’s Story while she’s sitting with him he’s sleeping(?) on the floor with his head on her knee and she’s like. petting his head. Wahh...

- Okay i mean it’s sweet i guess but they just did Florence Quits so is this really the time???

- Also uncomfortable Freudian vibes tbh

- Anatoly and the Press is slow. Anthem is fast. Make up your mind people >:(

- Toly looks distressed during Anthem. He asks Flo for a hug at the end aww (i'm still not into it)

Act 2

- Hey they translated ONIB i’ve not seen that before actually

- “we’ve barely recovered from those lederhosen” he says. me too buddy, me too

- I think this is the tamest ONIB Feddie i’ve come across so far. he’s just hanging out, the Bangkok people aren’t paying too much attention to him or he to them 🤔

- Reporter Freddie wears a flower blouse and he has a little paper notepad. he looks like he’s on vacation. Real Tourist Freddie :)

- Soviet Machine aka Socially Awkward People Having a Party

- Viigand sits quietly off to the side playing chess while everyone else gets super drunk and dances around, wins the social awkwardness contest

- Lol one guy does the high ooooooo and everyone is so startled and annoyed! Molokov smacks him in the head!

- Freddie looks hyped to do Interview the hard way

- Anatoly takes a step back when he sees him he looks very nervous hehe

- Whyyyyy is this one also slow???

- Oh nope awkward speedup again

- Florence and Svetlana both wearing red in The Deal hmmmmmm

- The Freddie/Anatoly part of The Deal happens over the phone? They’re standing on opposite sides of the stage :(

- Florence/Freddie is irl but for the “who’d ever guess it” verse they don’t look at each other they’re standing next to each other facing the audience i don’t like it :c (also another weird tempo change ugh)

- IKHSW direct translation not flipped!! (thank god) however i have no idea where they’re supposed to be right now

- They’re still both wearing red outfits but Florence’s is a suit and Svetlana’s is a dress the effect is Something. They look more alike than most Flo and Svetas it’s giving me Thoughts.

- They exchange a look at the end and Flo gives Sveta a little nod and then they walk off together i support this :)

- Everyone stands so far apart all the time in this production idk... and every time they get close to each other it’s uncomfortable... only Queens have any kind of chemistry.

- Fun fact instead of chanting the championship years in Endgame they say “first champion... second champion... third champion”

- Freddie and Sveta are off in a corner together watching the game??

- Freddie joins the party to point an accusing finger at Anatoly but we’ve had Talking Chess so i’m not sure what his issue is right now (lyrics are sadly unclear to me)

- Immediate Flonatoly hug after he wins. this Florence just can not make up her mind

- And now she’s telling him to leave

- Freddie is still here. watching them. again. O_O

- Walter tells Florence he’s not sure her father is alive, kisses her forehead and walks off. She should kill him.

- The End

So uh yeah okay that was a Chess. No regrets i will watch them all 🫡 but i hope you make better choices than i did.

Tl;dr on the off chance someone was on the fence about watching this (nah) please let me assure you that You Don’t Need To Do That! You will gain nothing and lose 2+ hours of your life :) Maaaaybe watch Florence Quits, Pity the Child and Someone Else’s Story if you’re a huge Florence/Freddie fan and have nothing better to do!

#chessposting #my random chess thoughts #chess the musical

[airshipvalentine]

hiii whats this album youve been posting about :3c

HI JUNIIIII I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!!!!

so the album is the idyll opus by adjy!! i would describe it as, like, orchestral pop with some folky/prog rock-y influences. it's a concept album!

there's two stories: one of an alchemist trying to find a way to bring his dead twin brother back. this alchemist narrates the story of a reckless musician boy named june and a clever writer girl named july, their roadtrip across the midwest, and their blossoming relationship.

it's almost cinematic and kind of epic in the, like, greek myth sense? it kind of reminds me of shakespeare in that the lyrics have this super interesting rhythm to them, and they reference mythology and alchemy and use these WEIRD ASS WORDS in order to create a very specific vibe. its also similar to shakespeare in that on my first listen i just had to kind of... let the words sorta wash over me and just absorb it. it also romanticizes the midwest a lil bit which i do appreciate. makes me find beauty in the cornfields

it's a love story it's a tragedy it's about cycles it's about the fleetingness of summer.

it's a GORGEOUS album and i recommend giving it a listen!!! best experienced with headphones and your full attention. maybe pull up the lyrics page if you're having trouble following

my favorite tracks are in medias res (gorgeous gorgeous lyricism. and the production just fills my chest with this sense of Longing) and the Whole progression from on a road trip that summer's day (i), to at a dance where the stars cross (ii), to o tonight (iii) (i just love it when people fall in love...). though also special shoutout to secretus liber (viii) just because that exact sort of feeling of mono no aware will never not make me feel secret emotions. me when i grieve for things before they're even over

it's SO fucking good i could honestly write paragraphs about every single songs and lyrics i like and the LEITMOTIFS (and i. probably will). let me know if you end up listening to it!!! i do need to credit my dear friend sofie dhdr for getting me into it

#grenadineghost #ask

[catchingbigfish]

~ find the word tag game

i was tagged by @words-after-midnight! my words are midnight, moon, fire, clock, and wings. i'm going to be pulling from the first draft of so it goes!

i'm tagging @horrormama, @blind-the-winds, @winterandwords, @captain-kraken, and anyone else who wants to participate! your words are cloud, branch, tree, animal, and stars!

midnight

“Okay.” Marisa dug her phone out of her purse. “Do I send the text now?” “Marisa, it is midnight. We’re eating Chinese food in an abandoned playground in the middle of the night in winter.” She looked at Marisa, waiting for her to connect the dots. She sighed. “No, don’t send the text right now. Just eat and when you wake up tomorrow, send a polite email thanking Katie for the offer but express your regrets you simply don’t feel it’s right for you.”

moon

Marisa was at her eye level and looked intently at her face. “Do I know you?” she asked. “You look familiar.” The woman shrugged. “Any sisters?” She shook her head. “Someplace quieter?” Marisa nodded and let herself be dragged into the back yard where a swing rocked in the corner, next to a bonfire where a couple messily kissed. “Sophia,” the woman said. “Nice to meet you.” It came out more like ya, a hint of an accent belying her assumedly Minnesotan roots. “Marisa.” Sophia nodded knowingly; Ali had already let her know. “When’d she get to you?” Marisa asked with another head tilt. “I got to her,” Sophia corrected. “I saw her bring you in.” Marisa smiled, shyly to her own surprise, and swigged her beer. The two women sat on the swing and talked for hours. They did not notice the crowd bulge, peak, and begin to thin out. They did not notice the moon rise and the bonfire die down. They stayed on the swing until Ali stumbled over and loudly announced the party was over, reaching out her hand to help Marisa stand up.

fire

They stood at the stream, watching fireflies dotting the horizon like sparks from a wildfire. Marisa often felt like Isaiah was water — a cooling, soothing presence in her life, something rushing around her and encasing her in tenderness. Today, leaning in to him, she felt like he was fire. Still nourishing and warming, but at a distance. Getting too close could hurt, but she was willing to risk it. She wondered if Isaiah thought of her as ice, maybe, or earth — something stalwart, steady, but resisting.

clock

“I don’t know,” Ali mumbled. She flopped the cover over her face, then back off, then over it. She was being repetitive again — it was another behavior Marisa recognized from childhood. She would lock into patterns, lean into the comfort of the same thing happening over and over. Marisa was intimately familiar with that technique herself; she found nothing more comforting than the tickticktick of an analog clock, even today.

wings

They followed their usual routine and arrived just early enough to score a good table in the wings of the auditorium where he would be playing, but not early enough to deal with the crowds for the meet and greet. They ordered drinks and sat at the table talking about Sophia’s new class while waiting for the lights go down and the crowds to get loud. The music was throbbing, throwing the crowd around in one large cohesive body, drowning out every sound. Marisa was blissed out in the din, watching Sophia’s back as she turned to watch the show and bobbed in and out of the light dancing. She sipped at her drink, letting the vibes wash over her while she rode the sound. She was surprised when the lights came back up, thinking it had only been a few songs when the full set had ended and the encore was a song she recognized from Isaiah’s car, the hook quoting the Vonnegut story he’d told her about not that long ago.

#tag game #ty for tag! #gotta say i was so surprised to see i used clock + wings #at first look i was sure those would be the least likely to show up #but i actually used wings twice #just not in the way i read it in the list like wings of a bird #the other use was about cauliflower wings lol

[cursedcatboy]

“I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.” – Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn.

INTRODUCING :  EZRAEL BINX

inspired by: KITTY MINX from LOVE IN HATE NATION. RACETRACK HIGGINS from NEWSIES. APOLLYON from HELLO FROM THE HALLOWOODS. RICHIE TOZIER from IT (2017) && IT: CHAPTER TWO.  PUCK from A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM. HOBAN “WASH” WASHBURNE from FIREFLY. // with hints of: john amoroso from the black suits. taako from the adventure zone: balance. aubrey little from the adventure zone: amnesty. jamie taylor from the haunting of bly manor. portia devorak from the arcana. ted “theodore” logan from bill and ted’s excellent adventure. wirt from over the garden wall. sally owens from practical magic. as well as: — the good, comfy vibes you get from a stevie nicks song. — the crisp earthy-sweet smell of damp fallen leaves. — the fog that results from a warm day turning into a cool night. — old black and white monster movies && arsenic and old lace. — this specific color palette. — the warm scent of sandalwood incense burning.

GENERAL

name. ezrael lysander binx. nicknames. ez, ezzie ( to a very rare few ), rae, little cat ( a thackery exclusive ) date of birth. august 13th. age. twenty three. gender. nonbinary. pronouns. they / them. powers. quick reflexes, very good balance. sexuality. pansexual. place of birth. hallow falls.           current residence. elias.          occupation. bartender, aspiring musician. song. we all float down here - four year strong. emojis. 😈 🧡 🎸

APPEARANCE  

height.  6′1″. build. athletic, lean. hair colour/style. shortish, just above shoulder-length & curly; naturally medium brown but they’ve been known to dye it black for funsies.       eye colour. green.         piercings. ears & septum.          tattoos. small black lineart of a crescent moon on the inside of their left wrist, small black lineart of a star on the inside of their right wrist, more to come.       notable markings. a few small scars on their fingers from their whittling phase, a scar just above the right side of their top lip, freckles.            glasses/contacts? neither.       faceclaim. fin argus. voiceclaim. n/a. but there is a lilt of an accent to their voice because of their growing up in thackery’s company.

HEALTH        

allergies. dogs && mangoes. sleeping habits. 6-7 hours a night; sometimes little naps during the day.     eating habits. pescatarian.            dominant hand. left.     drugs / smoke / alcohol? sometimes / yes / only in social situations.

PERSONALITY 

tropes.  lovable rogue, class clown, flirty bard. positive traits. patient, caring, loyal.        negative traits. stubborn, loud, rash.                  likes. bright colors, learning new things, cats, magic, 70s/80s rock, black converse.       dislikes. people who talk over them, being told what to do, tomatoes, most shades of brown.       bad habits. smoking, being reckless. 

RELATIONSHIPS

mother. unknown. father. thackery binx. siblings. n/a. children. none.    significant others. n/a. closest friends. tba.

TESTS

zodiac sign. leo. mbti. enfp.         temperament. sanguine.                  moral alignment. chaotic neutral.       primary vice. pride.       primary virtue. patience.

SKILLS & STATS

languages spoken. english, french, spanish, latin. drive? yes. jump start a car? yes.       change a flat tire? yes.        ride a bicycle? yes.          swim? no.      play an instrument? yes. guitar && piano.         play chess? yes but they hate it. they find it boring.           braid hair? yes.         tie a tie? yes.         pick a lock? yes.         sew? yes.    

here is a playlist for them !! :3

WANTED CONNECTIONS

;; all we are is dust in the wind, dude. | bandmates ! jam sesh buds !

ezrael can play a mean guitar but they can also play the keyboard & sing ! they just need someone ( or several someones! ) to jam with & talk music !! either this can be a Solid Band or just people jamming together & sometimes playing shows - ez is fine with either. music is their passion. 

;; if we shadows have offended. | magic friends !      

just people who have helped/can help ezrael earn more about magic! they've read books and done research but they've stayed more on the Book Knowledge side of things and they've been itching to try a spell or two - nothing major, just for funsies. their dad is thackery after all, they know not to mess with the Big Stuff.

;; the whiskey sure works && lordy i love it. | drinking buddies !  

ezrael is a social drinker and while they do tend to actively make friends while drinking, they much prefer to go out with friends than go out to find​​​​ friends.

;; people who build their houses in your heart. | close friends !  

ezrael is very social & they have friends of all sorts. but i have a feeling that they only have a few close friends - the ones they trade secrets with and always think to text first. midnight slumber party besties y'know? the sort of friends you go stargazing & contemplate life with.

;; the way that i feel, don't try to say it isn't real | exes / flings !  

ezrael is pansexual & can be right flirty when they want to. perhaps they parted ways happily & are still friends! perhaps they Didn't & are anything but friendly. ez doesn't like to burn bridges but they also aren't sure if they like being tied down for too long. their dad must've passed some of his feral cat energy on to them.

&& more, i’m sure!! if you have an idea for a connection feel free to reach out !! :3

#watask #;; peel your skin back to show what you're made of | ezrael #slam dunks this onto the dash!!!!!! #ez is very different from thackery but i think that's Fun tbh #& they have a good relationship nonetheless #drug mention tw #just in case !!

[maple-writes]

Trying to get back into the vibe of writing for the city of eventide and ended up with a kind of sad one.

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Right, Ember was gone. For the week anyway, out again at sea until Sunday night at least. I stood in the doorway, dropped my bag and kicked off my shoes and tried to ignore the weight settling in my chest. She might not even come back on Sunday. She might be spending the night with Jess instead. It wouldn’t be the first time.

The kitchen light glowed soft in the dark, warm from old incandescent bulbs and silent besides the cupboards creaking every so slightly by my hand. Striker was busy too this week, at least the next few days. He and Kyra were getting away and they took Argent with them. She would have fun, probably. But it would be quiet around here. Too quiet.

My pot of water boiled slowly, gradually breaking up the outline of my reflection as bubbles started small and grew to break the still surface. Cirrus hadn’t been around for a while now. When was the last time I saw him? It had to be back in the spring when he’d come for the wedding. Had it really been that long? The days had been growing shorter for months now and he hadn’t made his way back since. I swallowed, gripping the edge of the counter and staring into the rolling boil. He… He hadn’t forgotten about me had he? Right?

No, he was probably busy. I didn’t know what he had to contend with when he was away or what he had to do in order to sneak away just for me. I… I wasn’t part of his every day life anymore. Not since he went home, wherever that really was. He used to visit more often though.

I turned off the stove and grabbed my jacket from the hallway.

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It was cold at the beach but then again what had I expected? Fridged waves crashed on the fine pebbled shore, pushed by the bitter wind blowing from far out to sea. I bunched my shoulders and kept my hands deep in my pockets. Rocks shifted under my feet as I walked step by step along the water. Overhead clouds raced scattered across the night sky. Stars poked out between them for only brief seconds before the next blocked the sky once again.

Farther from the parking lot trees creaked and swayed in the wind, shuddering where they grew up past the highest tidal line. Cones and needles rained down wherever the wind took them, carried away across the littered ground. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to come here, tonight, when the trees groaned louder then they should and no one would know I was gone for days at least. Well, maybe someone would notice if I didn’t show up to work. Probably. But would anyone do anything? Would anyone know what to do?

The beach curved and I stopped. Ahead the bluff rose out from the beach, built on a vein of rock harder than that which eroded around it over years and years. Bare rock at the tip shone wet in the patchy moonlight. The grass I killed didn’t have a chance to grow back. The soil it held together washed away in the winter’s storms leaving barren granite where patches of moss had only just started to creep up onto again. It hadn’t recovered like the lake in the woods. It stood scarred even still. Trees once made their way near all the way to the lookout but not anymore. The grass gone, the soil eroded, and the soil eroded left nothing for their roots. Even those which survived grew bent now, no longer shielded from the brunt of the gusts buffeting from the sea.

Sometimes Striker still couldn’t look me in the eye.

I swallowed, my throat tight. On stormy days and windy nights he was still distant. Cancelled plans, shortened conversations, hesitant touch… He never used to carry an umbrella with him and now he rarely left home without one at least tucked away in his car. It was hard not to notice the worried, knowing glances Kyra cast his way if I accidentally raised my voice just a little, be it in excitement or accident.

He'd never gone away for his birthday before either. Their trip hadn’t seemed to be just for that but he wouldn’t be here for it coincidence or not.

A gust of wind cut through my jacket and I shrunk, bracing myself against the cold that bit at my cheeks. Salt air pulled at my hair and ocean damp seeped through to my bones. What did I hope would happen by coming here? I forced my eyes away from the bluff and out to the dark ocean horizon, squinting against the winds. There was nothing for me here, not tonight. There would be no one here to find me, to bring me back home and why would they? I’d done enough to everyone already. They shouldn’t have to look after me too.

It was probably a good thing Argent went with Striker and Kyra. If she followed me out here tonight… Would I be able to hold her off? Would I be able to contend with her tonight or would I let her win? Would I let her thirst for guilt and shame take me alive?

Maybe, did I deserve it? At least a little bit? Maybe she had a point…

No. I shook my head out and turned around. I couldn’t afford to start thinking believing her, for both our sakes. Shivering I walked back the way I came with the bluff at my back, burning into my shoulders as if staring me down. It knew what I did. The rocks and long-lived trees would know what I did as long as they existed in this world. They knew. Striker knew. Everyone close to me knew and would never forget what I did to them.

They didn’t need me anymore either, did they? Ember had Jess, Striker had Kyra, Cirrus had his old life back… Argent, she didn’t really need me either did she? Ginger could probably help her better than I could, or would know someone. Striker seemed to like having her around too. She could probably stay with him if she needed to, if anything were to happen to me but then again would it be fair? Striker more than spend his share of time looking after people like her, like me.

My car was still the only one in the lot parked off to the side. Few other cars joined me on the road home either, alone under the pattern of glowing streetlights shining as if there only for me tonight. The door echoed when it closed on the quiet street, my footsteps joined only by the scurried rummaging of a racoon rustling hedges in the alley. Footsteps on the cement stairs to the basement door echoed hollow besides the jingling of my keys. The lock turned with my key but I paused before opening the door.

A perfect white moon snail shell sat placed in the center of my doormat.

My eyes watered when I picked it up and brought it inside, holding it close and only setting it down beside my alarm clock when I finally went to sleep.

#the city of eventide #not proofread so good luck #Asher sang #real sad hours apparently lol #if i do end up doing a sequel to the city of eventide #the whole idea of Asher figuring out who he is and how to grow past what happened at the end of the last one might be a major theme #but also idk much about it yet