#Melody Reeves

[ivorystand]

Take me back to the night we met

(Vaguely inspired by that lyric from The Night We Met by Lord Huron)

So, @pinkcadaver and I were talking last night or the night before about how Estinien's little brother would tag along on the Ferndale Trio's little adventures and decided to not only come up with my idea of what he looked like, but also this screenshot. In my eyes, Estinien resembled his father a lot more, while his brother looked like their mom.

As for the context? Estinien's denying Hamignant's accusation of having a crush on Yuhki 😂

(Edited because someone in the replies told me the name of his brother and I just 😭 I'm even more emo ALSO I REALIZE NOW I GAVE HIM THE WRONG HAIR COLOR I DIDNT KNOW-)

but now I'm making myself cry because I fucking love those idiots so much

[pinkcadavart]

The bard of your dreams ✨💗

[soundcrusher]

This pic made me buy the frame I've been eyeing for ages, OP.

hehehehehehehe

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in October 2024 🌈

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Happy reading!

❓What was the last queer book you read?

[ Release dates may have changed. List below! ]

❤️ Back in the Hunt - K. Sterling 🧡 The Connoisseur's Christmas Courtship - L.M. Bennett 💛 Shoestring Theory - Mariana Costa 💚 The Black Hunger - Nicholas Pullen 💙 Wild Fire - Radclyffe 💜 Because Fat Girl - Lauren Marie Fleming ❤️ The Ace and Aro Relationship Guide - Cody Daigle-Orians 🧡 Soul Survivors - River Kai 💛 Stolen Hearts - Michele Castleman 💙 Reverence - Milena McKay 💜 Love Immortal - Kit Vincent

❤️ Take a Sad Song - Ona Gritz 🧡 Showmance - Chad Beguelin 💛 Redundancies & Potentials - Dominique Dickey 💚 Alexander - Karla Nikole 💙 Rest in Peaches - Alex Brown 💜 Rise of the Wrecking Crew - Kalynn Bayron ❤️ Language Lessons - Sage Donnell 🧡 Legend of the White Snake - Sher Lee 💛 Sorcery and Small Magis - Maiga Doocy 💙 Cried Out - Kate Hawthorne 💜 Skysong - C.A. Wright 🌈 No Rules Tonight - Kim Hyun Sook, Ryan Estrada

❤️ My Mother's Ridiculous Rules for Dating - Philip William Stover 🧡 I Shall Never Fall in Love - Hari Conner 💛 Castle Swimmer - Wendy Martin 🧡 The Hollow and the Haunted - Camilla Raines 💙 How Does That Make You Feel, Magda Eklund? - Anna Montague 💜 The Arizona Triangle - Sydney Graves ❤️ Every Rule Undone - Nancy S.M. Waldman 🧡 Mister Nice - Jamie Jennings 💛 Under the Mistletoe with You - Lizzie Huxley-Jones 💙 How to Fall in Love in a Time of Unnameable Disaster - Muriel Leung 💜 The Snowball Effect - Haley Cass 🌈 This Will Be Fun - E.B. Asher

❤️ Our Evenings - Alan Hollinghurst 🧡 Don't Let the Forest In - C.G. Drews 💛 Finding Delaware - Bree Wiley 💚 The Reeds - Arjun Basu 💙 The Bloodless Princes - Charlotte Bond 💜 Women's Hotel - Daniel M. Lavery ❤️ Alex McKenna and the Academy of Souls - Vicki-Ann Bush 🧡 A Vile Season - David Ferraro 💛 Synchronicity - J.J. Hale 💙 Writ of Love - Cassidy Crane 💜 Di-Curious - Erin Branch 🌈 Swordcrossed - Freya Marske

❤️ Stand Up! - Tori Sharp 🧡 Haunt Me, Baby - Rose Santoriello 💚 Planet Drag: Uncover the Global Herstory - Various 💙 Until We Shatter - Kate Dylan 💜 Metal from Heaven - August Clarke ❤️ Vicious Fates and Vast Futures - Tilly Bramley 🧡 The Daughter of Danray - Natalia Hernandez 💛 If I Stopped Haunting You - Colby Wilkens 💙 The Darkness Behind The Door - Mira Gonzalez 💜 Hunt Monsters, Do Magic, and Fall in Love - A.M. Weald 🌈 Jasmine Is Haunted - Mark Oshiro

❤️ Model Home - Rivers Solomon 🧡 Haunting Melody - Chloe Spencer 💛 The Door in Lake Mallion - S.M. Beiko 💚 The City in Glass - Nghi Vo 💙 Fang Fiction - Kate Stayman-London 💜 The Merriest Misters - Timothy Janovsky ❤️ Make the Season Bright - Ashley Herring Blake 🧡 My Kind of Trouble - L.A. Schwartz 💛 To Become A Flower - CEON 💙 What Was Lost - Melissa Connelly 💜 The Forbidden Book - Sacha Lamb 🌈 This Dark Paradise - Erin Luken

❤️ The Sound of Storms - Anya Keeler 🧡 Country Queers - Rae Garringer 💛 A Spell for Heartsickness - Alistair Reeves 💚 The Stars Inside Us - Kristy Gardner 💙 October's Ocean - Delaine Coppock 💜 Haunt Your Heart Out - Amber Roberts ❤️ The Dark Becomes Her - Judy I. Lin 🧡 Power Pose - Emily Silver 💛 The Magic You Make - Jason June 💙 House of Elephants - Claribel A. Ortega 💜 Tegan and Sara: Crush - Tegan Quin, Sara Quin, Tillie Walden 🌈 The Brightness Between Us - Eliot Schrefer

❤️ The Spring before Obergefell - Benjamin S. Grossberg 🧡 Pray For Him - Tyler Battaglia 💛 Coup de Grâce - Sofia Ajram 💚 Coal Gets In Your Veins - Cat Rector 💙 He Who Bleeds - Dorian Valentine 💜 The Revenge of Captain Vessia - Leslie Allen ❤️ Camelot's Tower - Brooke Matthews 🧡 The Manor - Tiffany E. Taylor 💛 Arcanum - Ashlyn Drewek 💙 Strange Beasts - Susan J. Morris 💜 On Vicious Worlds - Bethany Jacobs 🌈 Death Song - B. Ripley

❤️ Best Hex Ever - Nadia El-Fassi 🧡 I'll Be Gone for Christmas - Georgia K. Boone 💛 Make My Wish Come True - Rachael Lippincott, Alyson Derrick 💚 Gentlest of Wild Things - Sarah Underwood 💙 Troth - E.H. Lupton 💜 Solis - Paola Mendoza & Abby Sher ❤️ Lucy, Uncensored - Mel Hammond, Teghan Hammond 🧡 Mama - Nikkya Hargrove 💛 Under All the Lights - Maya Ameyaw 💙 Reclaimed - Seth Haddon 💜 The Devil's Dilemma - Alex J. Adams 🌈 The Jovian Madrigals - Janneke de Beer

❤️ Blood Price - Nicole Evans 🧡 Worship Me - K.C. Blume 💛 All the Hearts You Eat - Hailey Piper 💚 The Nightmare Before Kissmas - Sara Raasch 💙 Rogue Community College - David R. Slayton 💜 Mistress of Hours - Emma Elizabeth ❤️ The Dog Trainer's Secret - Sav Uong 🧡 Most Wonderful - Georgia Clark 💛 Antenora - Dori Lumpkin 💙 House of Frank - Kay Synclaire 💜 Sir Callie and the Witch's War - Esme Symes-Smith 🌈 Prince of Fortune - Lisa Tirreno

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Tuesday, 12-03-24, 8am Pacific

'Mornin', everyone. Mr. Baggins here with our Morning Coffee Music, selections to get us in gear and in good cheer. Let's start this morning off with our daily three Preludes and Fugues played by Harpsichordist Malcolm Hamilton. Today we hear Preludes and Fugues Nos. 10, 11, and 12 from Book 2 of WTC.

Next, we hear another of the performances that Guiomar Novaes recorded in 1956, and was issued as side 2 of A Music Appreciation disc issued by The Book of the Month Club in 1957. This time she is playing Beethoven's Sonata No. 26 Op. 81a, in E flat major "Les Adieux". This is as definitive a performance of this piece as has ever been recorded. The poise, the grace and control in this are eye-opening, and yet it is as warm-hearted as anyone could make Beethoven be!

Next is a treat: a performance from March 21, earlier this year, by the UT Wind Symphony of Malcolm Arnold's "Four Scottish Dances", arranged for only winds by Paynter.

Next we hear the Philadelphia Orchestra, with Eugene Ormandy at the helm, in a performance of the piece Sergei Rachmaninoff dedicated to them, his Symphonic Dances, Op. 45, and the "Paganiniana" Op. 65, of Alfredo Casella. Another historic reference recording that has withstood the test of time!

We turn to the music of Schubert next, a very early recording featuring Sergei Rachmaninoff at the piano and Fritz Kreisler on violin, playing Schubert's Violin Sonata in A Major, D 574, in a historic recording from 1928, reissued on LP in several different incarnations.

Lovely, isn't it? The fact that we can hear these two in a performance that is nearly 100 years old is mind boggling. We even have Rachmaninoff playing his own concertos, all from 1925 to 1929! Let's jump ahead a few decades to the mid-late '50s and hear another of Chopin's Scherzos, played by Vladimir Horowitz, from his glory days in the 1950s at RCA. We hear the Scherzo No. 2 in B-flat Minor, Op. 31, recorded in 1957.

And I thought we might wrap today's Morning Coffee Music up with a couple of lovely songs, sung by Elisabeth Schwarzkopf, from her Carnegie Hall Recital of November 25, 1956. We hear Mozart's song "Abendempfindung", K. 523 and then Richard Strauss' "Wiegenlied" (Cradle Song), op. 41, nº 1. George Reeves is the Accompanist.

And with that gorgeous little melody still hanging in the air, we bring today's Morning Coffee Music to a close. I do hope you've enjoyed the selections this morning! Mr. Baggins signing off for now, but I'll return at 2pm Pacific with your Afternoon Stack of Classic Wax!

Until then, be kind, babies, be kind.

Baggins out.

[zexal-club]

Mari Lang

Age: 13

Species: Fairy

Home: Melody

Fairy of Melodies

Family: Musa Lang (mother), undecided father

Friends: Yuma Tsukumo, Kikyo Sharma(belongs to @yukii0nna )(girlfriend), Aiden, Jason Lunaru, Casey Reeves, Tori Meadows (Kotori Mizuki if you prefer sub), Yoru Tsukumo (if crossover with Yuma's twin brother au)

Flaw(s): Can be quick to jump into things or act aggressive

Likes: Fashion, her family, her girlfriend, her friends, strawberries, music, and dancing

Dislikes: Her loved ones getting hurt, not being able to help, evil a$$holes

Background

Mari was born on Melody to Musa Lang and grew up loving music and dancing just as much as her mother, along with gaining an interest in fashion. She and Yuma would often play with each other when they were little whenever their mothers visited each other, causing them to be close friends. After Yuma's parents disappeared, they began seeing each other less. Then, one day (during early S1), Mari decided to go pay her old friend a visit. The two instantly reconnected and rekindled their friendship. She ended up getting semi-roped into Yuma and Astral's whole thing with the Numbers, not that she minded much ("Whooo!! Some adventure!!").

Yuma introduced her to some of his new friends, including Kikyo, the witch of water, who she instantly fell for and started a relationship with when she found out she felt the same way.

Personality

Mari is a kind, upbeat, and bubbly girl who enjoys having fun with people and making them happy. That being said, she's also tough and not afraid to speak her mind, and she will not hesitate to slap someone if they're being a pr/ck, especially if they're being mean to those she cares about.

Skills and abilities

Singing: Has a very good singing voice. She learned from her mother

Dancing: A pretty talented dancer

Music: Other than singing, she's also good with a few instruments, namely guitar and flute

Magic: A skilled magic magic user, mainly music-based magic

Creativity: Is very artistic, especially when it comes to fashion or the aforementioned singing

Trivia

•Her fairy form has a ballerina theme

•Her favourite colour is pink

•She has a pink guitar that she plays and also uses to hit her enemies on the head with ("You sure that's a good idea?", "It's fine if it gets damaged, I can fix it!")

•She helped Yuma with understanding magic when he was still new to it and even gave him some flying lessons

•She doesn't really get duelling but supports Yuma's interest in it

•Didn't like Shark and Flip much at first bc of what they each did, but warms up to them

•Has a good relationship with her mother

•During Episode 96, she (along with Jason) had to he physically restrained by her friends to stop her trying to go up to vector and beat the $hit out of him for what he did

•Gets along with Tori the most due to shared interests

•Has a bonded pixie named Tika

•Hates Dark Mist/96 because of what he caused to happen to Kikyo (see here)

•Hates Laurent both bc of what he and 96 did, and because of how he treated Aiden

•Hates vector because of everything he's done

•Hates Miyuki bc of how she bullied Kikyo

•Regularly disses the villains

•Was seriously p/ssed off at Flip for what he pulled in episode 37

•Was even more p/ssed off at Nistro and Dextra bc of how they treated Kikyo for being a witch

•Kicked Miyuki's (oc belongs to @yukii0nna ) a$$ after all the torment she put Kikyo through

@yukii0nna @fair-night-starry-tears @bibookdemon @kousaka-ayumu @gritsandbrits @lovelyllamasblog @bakawitch

[quizzthesillyhelicopter]

Batwheels x Cool as Ice (Incredibox mod)

Beats: Redbird - Cuboyd

Kitty - Ushanda

Nightbike - Helpie

Jestah - IcePackey

Grundy - Thermomity

Effects: ADAM - Liquid Nitrogen 

Bam - Honkatone

Goldie - Coldbug

Buff - Iciella

Crash - Pleckerijebin

Melodies: Quizz - Bad Snowman

Batwing - Basher

Prank - Shardilas

Bibi - Trippat

Rosie - Frowcone

Vocals/Voices: Ducky - a flipping fridge

Snowy - Lashila Reeves

MOE - Iggley

Batcomputer - Seven

Badcomputer - Glutzbär

[fics-not-tragedies]

January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 9

Stuck ♫ Thirty Seconds to Mars

Stuck ♫ Thirty Seconds to Mars x Keanu Reeves

I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon/The more I drift, the closer I get to you.

Keanu, a man of quiet charm and a gaze that held the secrets of the universe, was drawn to the enchanting allure of a quaint bookshop. The shelves were filled with volumes of adventures and untold stories, and the air was filled with the comforting scent of well-worn pages.

As he browsed the aisles, his eyes, deep pools of contemplation, met yours - a woman with a grace that mirrored the serenity of the books that surrounded you. You recognised each other immediately, a silent understanding that could not be put into words.

"I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon," Keanu thought, captivated by the magnetic pull that drew him closer to the mysterious woman.

The bookshop, with its hushed atmosphere and the gentle rustle of pages, became a sanctuary where time seemed to linger. Keanu and you exchanged glances as you both navigated the labyrinth of literature, your connection growing with each unspoken exchange.

You, with an alluring smile, approached Keanu near the poetry section. The more he drifted through the aisles, the closer he got to you, as if guided by an invisible force that defied explanation.

"I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon," Keanu said, a soft murmur that hung in the air like a shared secret, "The more I drift, the closer I get to you."

You chuckled, your laughter echoing through the bookstore like a melody. "Well, then, I hope you find what you're looking for."

As you engaged in casual conversation about favorite authors and the magic of storytelling, Keanu realized that you held a fascination that went beyond the pages of any book. You, too, seemed to be navigating the corridors of connection, the shared glances building a bridge between your worlds.

Time slipped away, unnoticed, as you delved into conversations about life, dreams, and the stories that had shaped you two. The bookstore, once a place of solitary retreat, became a shared space where Keanu and you found yourselves on a journey of discovery.

"I've been wondering if there’s a chance," Keanu confessed, his gaze unwavering, "For us to grab a coffee or go for a dinner, perhaps?"

Your eyes held a mixture of curiosity and warmth, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond that had woven itself between you two. It was a connection that needed no grand gestures or declarations; it thrived in the shared moments and the quiet spaces between words.

As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the bookstore windows, Keanu and you decided to continue your conversation over coffee at a nearby cafe. The streets outside were bathed in the soft hues of the setting sun, and the city became a backdrop to the unfolding chapters of their connection.

Over a cup of coffee and a laugh together, Keanu and you discovered the beauty of a connection that went beyond the physical. The more you drifted through the afternoon, the closer you became - not just through your closeness, but through a shared understanding that some connections are written in the language of the soul.

As the evening drew to a close and you parted ways, Keanu couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the coincidence that had led him to the enchanting bookshop. You, with your eyes that held the magic of shared gazes, had become a chapter in his story - a chapter that tells of the beauty of unexpected encounters and the possibility of drifting into the closeness of a shared connection.

[yessbler]

Stolen Harmony - Chapter 1

Robyn Rihanna Fenty

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the annual Harmony Hearts Gala," the emcee announced, her voice echoing through the grand ballroom adorned with crystal chandeliers and walls bathed in a soft, warm glow. The hushed murmur of the well-dressed attendees grew louder as they awaited the evening's main event. 

Me, Rihanna, the pop icon.

I took a deep breath.

My heart was pounding in rhythm with the anticipation that filled the air. 

I adjusted the delicate silver necklace that complemented my shimmering emerald gown. The weight of this role in the charity's mission was a melody that resonated within my soul.

The stage was set with a grand piano, its gleaming black frame a stark contrast to the white marble floor. As the spotlight grew brighter, I stepped into the limelight, feeling the rush of energy that came with performing live. The opening notes of my self-penned ballad, "Love on the brain" filled the air, and I began to sing, my voice in a soft yet powerful crescendo that seemed to reach into the very hearts of the audience. 

I scanned the sea of faces, looking for a spark of connection, a glimpse of understanding in their eyes.

And there he was, Keanu Reeves, standing against the far wall, his eyes fixed on me. His presence was like a silent bass line that underscored the melody of my song. He wasn't like the others, who feigned interest or whispered into their dates' ears; he was fully engaged, absorbing every word, every note. Our gazes held, and in that moment, it was as if the world around us faded away, leaving only the music and the undeniable pull between us. I felt a blush creep up my face, and I had to force myself to look away, to keep my focus on the performance.

As the last chord of the piano faded, the ballroom erupted into applause. The crowd's adoration washed over me, but it was his solitary clap that resonated the loudest. I took a bow, my eyes finding his again, and he offered a small nod of respect that sent a thrill through my body. The air between us was charged, and as I stepped off the stage, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was the start of something new, something profound.I knew that so many celebrities had been invited but i never expected him. I wondered if he was as affected by our connection as I was.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of handshakes and small talk, but I felt like a moth drawn to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull that Keanu exuded. Each time our paths crossed, our eyes would lock for a brief moment, a silent conversation that spoke volumes. It was as if we were the only two people in the room, our hearts beating in sync to a rhythm that only we could hear. I wondered if our conection was meaning something...

God! he is so sexy, i felt butterflies in my stomach just to look at him.

The gala continued, with a series of speakers sharing stories of the lives touched by the Harmony Hearts charity. Each tale was a poignant reminder of why we were all gathered here, but my mind kept wandering back to the mysterious man whose gaze had captured me. When the event's organizers called for a brief intermission, I took the opportunity to escape the suffocating atmosphere of forced smiles and air kisses. I slipped into a quiet corner, needing a moment to breathe. I need to find him, i need to talk to him, i tried to find him in between the crowd but he was nowhere to be seen.

As I leaned against the velvet curtains, a gentle touch on my arm startled me.

I turned to find Keanu standing there, a glass of champagne in his hand. "You looked like you needed this," he said, offering me the flute with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. His voice was like smooth jazz, low and resonant, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I took the champagne, our fingers brushing for a brief second, and sipped it gratefully. "Thank you," I murmured, feeling the bubbles tickle my nose.

"Your performance was... hauntingly beautiful," he said, his eyes searching mine. "It was like you were singing directly to me."

I felt the heat of his gaze and took a sip of the bubbly liquid to calm my nerves. "Thank you, Keanu. It's not every day I get to perform for such an attentive audience."

He chuckled, a sound that was surprisingly warm and comforting amidst the cold, calculated conversations of the gala. "I'm surprised you noticed me. I thought I was pretty good at blending in."

I couldn't help but laugh at his self-deprecation. "You? Blend in? Impossible."

He raised an eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth tugged upwards. "I've had some practice."

"Well, you're not exactly inconspicuous," I replied with a playful smile.

Keanu leaned in closer, his presence both calming and electrifying. "Maybe it's because I was looking for something real tonight."

I set the champagne flute on a nearby table, my hand trembling slightly. "And did you find it?"

He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "I think I did," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress. The air between us grew thick with unspoken words, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze as if it were a tangible force.

"Rihanna," he said, my name rolling off his tongue like a sweet melody. "Would you do me the honor of finishing this dance with me?"

I smirk, raising my eyebrow.

' Are you sure you want to dance with me? with everybody looking at us?'' I joked, trying to ease the tension.

Keanu's smile grew wider. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't," he replied with a confidence that was as charming as it was surprising. He extended his hand, and I found myself placing mine in his, feeling a jolt of excitement as our fingers intertwined. He led me to the dance floor, where the orchestra had begun to play a soft, sultry tune. His hand was firm yet gentle on my back, guiding me through the steps with an ease that suggested he was no stranger to the art of dance.

Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the music weaving around us like a warm embrace. His eyes never left mine, and in that moment, I felt like I could see straight into his soul. The whispers and glances from the other guests grew into a cacophony of gossip, but we remained lost in our own little world. His touch was a silent promise, a secret shared between us that no one else could understand. I study his face, his beard, his lips, his nose, his eyes, all of him, everything about him was fascinating.

As the song reached its crescendo, Keanu leaned in, and for a second, I thought he might kiss me. But instead, he whispered, "Thank you for the serenade. It was more than I could have ever imagined." His breath was warm against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. 

'' You are welcome'' I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

The dance floor grew crowded as more guests joined us, but Keanu and I remained in our own bubble, our eyes locked. The music switched to an upbeat number, but we continued to sway to the rhythm of our shared connection. His hand slid down to my waist, and I felt a warmth spread through me, a sensation I hadn't felt in a long time. Our bodies moved together effortlessly, as if we had been partners for years, not minutes. I turn around and put my back in his chest, laying my head in his shoulder while i was swaying my butt on him. I smirk trying to look inocent, but he knew what I was doing.

 He chuckled lowly and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me closer, and I felt a sudden urge to melt into his embrace.

''What are you trying to do?'' he whispered playfully into my ear, his breath tickling my skin.

I laugh lightly, ''Just enjoying the music.'' I say with a cheeky smile. His arms tighten around me for a brief moment before he put one hand on my neck and bend down to kiss the place, pressing pressure.

Keanu's touch was a revelation, a symphony of sensations that played across my skin. His hand felt like a brand, searing through the fabric of my gown, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. The chemistry between us was palpable, and I knew that one dance wouldn't be enough to satisfy the hunger that had been ignited.

As the music switched to a faster tempo, Keanu leaned closer, his breath a tantalizing whisper in my ear. "Would you like to get out of here?" he asked, his voice a seductive invitation that sent a thrill down my spine. "Somewhere quieter, where we can talk?"

My heart skipped a beat. I knew that leaving the gala with him would be the talk of the town, but the allure of privacy and the chance to explore this connection was too tempting to resist. "Yes," I murmured, my voice barely audible over the crescendo of the music. "Let's go."

Keanu guided me through the throng of guests, his hand firm and reassuring in mine. We slipped out through a side door that he was sure that the paparazzi wouldnt be there, and the cool night air hit me like a refreshing gust of wind. A sleek black car was parked. He opened the door for me, and I slid into the luxurious leather seat, feeling both nervous and exhilarated.

He turn on the car and start to drive smoothly away from the bustling gala. The city lights blurred outside the tinted windows, creating a serene backdrop for our impromptu escape.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice filled with excitement and a touch of trepidation.

"Somewhere private," Keanu replied, his eyes never leaving the road as he navigated the quiet streets. The silence between us was charged with anticipation, the air thick with unspoken questions and the promise of something more.

I studied his profile, the strong lines of his jaw and the way the streetlights cast shadows across his features. His concentration was palpable, yet there was a gentle ease to his movements that suggested he was comfortable in his own skin. His hands gripped the steering wheel with confidence, and I found myself drawn to the simplicity of his black tie and crisp white shirt, a stark contrast to the glitz and glamour of the gala we'd just left behind.

"So, what is it that you do when you're not saving the world on screen?" I asked, trying to break the silence without shattering the spell that had been cast over us.

He considered my question for a moment before responding. "I guess you could say I'm a bit of a wanderer," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "I enjoy the quiet moments, exploring the world and finding beauty in the unexpected places."

I nodded, feeling a kinship with his words. "That's something I can relate to," I said, thinking of my own escapades from the spotlight. "Sometimes, it's the moments when no one's watching that are the most magical."

Keanu shot me a sideways glance, his eyes filled with understanding. "Exactly," he said. "The world is so noisy, and it's easy to get lost in the cacophony. But it's in the quiet moments that we truly find ourselves."

We drove through the deserted streets, the city's vibrant energy giving way to the tranquility of the night. The car's smooth purr was the only sound that filled the space between us, yet it felt as if we were sharing a conversation without words. His hand found its way to mine, and our fingers intertwined, the warmth of his touch sending a thrill through me. I wondered if he felt the same electrifying current that I did, or if it was just the excitement of the evening playing tricks on my senses.

Finally, we arrived at a beautiful apartment complex, the soft glow of the moon reflecting off the calm waters of the beach that lay just beyond. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, casting dancing shadows on the sand. The sound of the waves was a soothing lullaby, a stark contrast to the cacophony of the gala we had just left behind. Keanu parked the car and turned to me, his eyes searching my face as if trying to read the secrets hidden within.

"Thank you for this," I said, my voice a little shaky. "I needed a break from all the noise."

Keanu nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Me too." He led me to a private terrace that overlooked the ocean, the waves whispering a gentle serenade as they kissed the shore. The moon cast a silver path across the water, and the salty breeze played with my hair. He pulled out a chair for me, and we sat down, the distance between us seemingly smaller than ever.

"You know," he began, "I've been to countless events like this, but I've never felt...this." He paused, searching for the right words. "This connection. It's like we're two notes that were always meant to be played together."

I couldn't help but smile at his analogy. "And what happens when those notes finally find each other?"

Keanu leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on the horizon. "They create a melody that resonates through time." He turned to face me, his eyes serious.

"You see, Rihanna, I've been married before. For six years, I gave my all to someone who couldn't reciprocate. The last three of those years were...empty. A performance without an audience, a dance without a partner." He took a deep breath, his expression a mix of pain and resolution. "After the divorce, I swore off relationships. I focused on my work, my friends, and finding peace within myself. I've had flings, but nothing that's ever felt...right."

My heart ached for him, understanding the weight of his words all too well. "I know the feeling," I said softly. "The industry can be a lonely place, even when you're surrounded by people."

''Do you mind if i ask why..?'' i slowly asked, curious about how could a woman do not love a man like him, but i knew that sometimes love is not enough.

Keanu took a moment before responding, his gaze never leaving the horizon. "She didn't share my passion for the quiet moments, the simplicity of life. She was drawn to the spotlight, the glamour. In the end, it was all just a show for her." He turned to me, his eyes searching mine.

I reached out and placed my hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Sometimes, we think we've found our rhythm with someone, only to realize it's just a mirage," I said, my voice filled with empathy. "But that doesn't mean the music has to stop playing for us."

He looked down at our joined hands, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "And what's your story, Rihanna? What brought you to this gala, to me?"

I took a deep breath, the night air tasting of salt and the faint scent of jasmine. "I've been on a journey, trying to find meaning beyond the music," I confessed. "I've seen the world, felt the love of millions, but sometimes it's the quiet moments that feel the most empty."

SUMMARY^1: Rihanna and Keanu bond over their shared feelings of loneliness in the spotlight. Keanu opens up about his past marriage and the lack of authenticity he felt with his ex-wife. Rihanna empathizes and shares her own quest for meaning beyond her music career, revealing that she too experiences emptiness amidst the grandeur of fame.

Keanu nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're not alone in that," he said, his voice a comforting bass line to the symphony of the waves. "Fame has a way of isolating you, even when you're surrounded by fans and friends."

The wind picked up, playing with the fabric of my dress and bringing with it the scent of the ocean. I felt a sense of peace wash over me, as if the very essence of the night was calming my soul. "I've been trying to find myself again," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "To remember who I was before the lights and the cameras."

Keanu reached over and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his touch feather-light yet charged with a current that made my skin tingle. '' i understand you'' he whispered.

We sat there in silence for a few moments, the symphony of the waves below providing the perfect backdrop for our shared solitude. It was as if we had known each other for years, the ease of our conversation a testament to the depth of our connection.

"You know," I began, my voice a soft melody against the night, "I've always admired your work. There's something about your presence on screen that feels so... authentic."

Keanu chuckled, the sound as warm as the whiskey he'd been sipping. "Authenticity is a luxury in this business. But it's the quiet moments, the ones without the cameras, that truly define us." He took a sip, his gaze never leaving the horizon. "What do you do when you're not lighting up the stage?"

I leaned back in my chair, considering his question.

"When I'm not performing, I'm usually creating," I said, my eyes drifting to the stars that twinkled above us. "Songwriting, reading, cooking... I try to keep my soul fed with the beauty of the world."

Keanu nodded, his gaze lingering on my face. "It's important to have those personal passions," he agreed. "They keep us grounded."

The breeze picked up, carrying with it the sound of distant laughter and the distant throb of the city's heartbeat. I shivered, and without a word, Keanu removed his tuxedo jacket and draped it around my shoulders. The warmth of his embrace lingered in the fabric, and I felt a sudden sense of belonging, as if I had found a piece of myself that I hadn't even known was missing.

"Thank you," I murmured, feeling the weight of his jacket like a shield against the cool night air.

I found myself leaning closer to him, drawn by his warmth and the gentle timbre of his voice. His eyes searched mine, and I could see the curiosity, the yearning for something real in their depths. I knew the risks of getting involved with someone in the public eye, but in that moment, all I could think about was the possibility of finding someone to fell loved and desired again.

With a sudden boldness, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, the taste of whiskey and the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the salt of the ocean breeze. The kiss was tender and sweet, a promise of what could be between us. Keanu's hand moved to the back of my neck, his touch firm yet gentle, as he deepened the kiss, his passion unfurling like a flower in the sun.

he pulled me onto his lap and our bodies melted into one, my heart pounding in sync with the waves.

his tongue was amazing, it was like he knew all the right spots to touch and all the right ways to move it. I felt like i was melting into him, like we were two pieces of chocolate in the sun. His hands roamed my body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they went. I moaned into his mouth, unable to control the passion that was building inside of me. The kiss grew more intense, and i felt my desire for him reaching a crescendo. I rub my hands in his chest, lowering it to his abs, feeling the firmness and the heat that came from his body.

Keanu's hand slid down to the small of my back, pulling me closer, as if trying to erase any space that remained between us. His other hand found its way to my face, cupping my cheek as he angled my head to deepen the kiss even further. I could feel the beat of his heart, fast and strong, echoing the rhythm of my own. His touch was intoxicating, a symphony of sensation that I never wanted to end. I could feel him hard below me, and the realization sent a thrill through my body.

Breaking the kiss, I leaned my forehead against his, panting softly. "Keanu," I whispered, his name a question and a declaration all at once.

He brushed his thumb across my cheek, the pad of his finger lingering on the corner of my mouth. "What is it?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "I'm just... I'm surprised," I confessed. "This isn't what I expected from tonight."

Keanu chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Neither did I," he admitted. "But I can't say I'm disappointed."

"I need you right now" i say out of breath, my eyes searching his.

Keanu's smile grew, and he brushed his nose against mine, his breath warm against my skin. "I'm right here," he assured me. His hand slid down my back, sending shivers down my spine, and he stood up, lifting me with him. The strength in his arms was surprising, yet comforting. He walked us back into the apartment, closing the terrace door gently behind us.

The living room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting a warm, intimate light across the space. He set me down on the plush sofa, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, the electricity between us growing stronger by the second. Then, as if we had rehearsed it a thousand times, we fell into a kiss that was as natural as breathing. His hands explored my body with a tender urgency, as if he were trying to memorize every curve and plane. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

The fabric of his shirt gave way, revealing a chest that was just as I had imagined—strong and broad, with a smattering of hair that tickled my fingertips as I traced the contours of his muscles. I could feel the heat of his skin through the material of my dress, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him against me, skin to skin.

Keanu pulled away for a moment, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he slid the straps of my gown off my shoulders, the silk pooling at my waist. His gaze was hungry, yet respectful, as if he knew that this moment was more than just physical attraction—it was the culmination of a connection that had been building since we first locked eyes across the crowded room.

He leaned in, his lips tracing a path down my neck, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My heart raced, the anticipation of what was to come making my knees weak. His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples, and I arched into his touch, a gasp escaping my lips.

The zipper of my dress whispered as it slid down, and the fabric slipped away, revealing my black lace lingerie. Keanu's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with desire. He kissed me again, his tongue demanding entry, and I eagerly granted it, our tongues dancing together in a passionate tango.

He gently pushed me back onto the sofa, his hands never leaving my body. His mouth traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in its wake. His thumbs hooked into the lace of my lingerie, and with a deft motion, he peeled it away, revealing my naked breasts to the warm air. He took one in his mouth, suckling gently at first, then with increasing pressure, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned his name, my fingers tangling in his hair as I held him to me. i smirk to him seen that he couldnt take his eyes of me.

His hands slid down my body, tracing the curves of my waist before coming to rest on the top of my thighs. He pushed my legs apart, and with a gentle yet firm touch, he slid my panties down, exposing me completely to him. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of my bare, wet pussy. He kissed me deeply, his tongue mimicking the movements I knew he was about to make with his mouth. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my body quivering with need.

Keanu knelt before me, his eyes never leaving mine as he positioned himself between my legs. He placed a soft kiss on my inner thigh, his breath hot against my skin. I shivered in anticipation, my body already begging for more. He kissed his way up to my center, and I felt his warm breath against my sensitive folds. His tongue darted out, licking me tentatively, testing my reaction. My hips bucked upwards, and a moan of pure pleasure escaped my lips.

He took that as an invitation, and his mouth closed over me, his tongue exploring every inch of my pussy with a hunger that made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. He licked and sucked my clit, his beard scraping against my thighs in a deliciously rough way that only added to the sensation. His hands held my hips down, keeping me in place as he feasted on me.

I could feel an orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was more intense than anything I had ever experienced. My moans grew louder, echoing through the quiet apartment. Keanu's movements grew more urgent, his tongue flicking faster, pressing harder. And then, just as I was about to fall over the edge, he stopped, his breath hot against my skin.

He looked up at me, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He reached for his belt, but before he could even unbuckle it, I placed my hand over his, stopping him. He raised an eyebrow in question, and I simply smiled, taking over.

With trembling hands, I undid the buckle, the clink of the metal echoing in the quiet room. His eyes never left mine as I carefully unbuttoned his pants, the anticipation building with each inch of skin revealed. The zipper slid down with a hiss, and I took a moment to appreciate the power of the man before me. His erection was straining against the fabric of his boxers, and I felt a thrill of desire run through me. he was big and thick, and i couldnt wait to have him inside me.

With a gentle tug, I freed him from his confines, and he sprang forth, proud and demanding. I wrapped my hand around him, feeling the heat and weight of his cock, marveling at the velvety softness of his skin. He groaned, his eyes closing for a brief moment, before he looked at me again, his pupils wide with desire. I leaned in, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him, and took him in my mouth, eager to return the pleasure he had given me.

His taste was intoxicating, a mix of his cologne and his own natural scent, and I licked and sucked him with an enthusiasm that was only fueled by his soft curses and the way his hips rocked into my face. His hands found their way into my hair, guiding me as I took him deeper, the tip of his cock brushing the back of my throat. The sound of his pleasure was like music to my ears, and I felt my own arousal spike even higher.

But Keanu was not a man to be fully satisfied with just receiving, and before long, he was gently pulling me up, kissing me deeply as he positioned himself between my legs. He pushed into me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he filled me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and I threw my head back, my eyes closing involuntarily as I moaned with pleasure and pain.

''tell me if i hurt you, baby'' he said looking to my eyes.

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "You don't," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Keanu, don't stop."

He didn't need any further encouragement. With a low groan, he began to move, his hips setting a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. He was gentle at first, his strokes long and slow, allowing me to adjust to his size. But as our bodies found their rhythm, the tempo grew faster, more intense. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by our moans and gasps.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my nails digging into his back as the waves of pleasure grew stronger. His hands were everywhere, caressing my breasts, my hips, my ass, his fingers sliding in and out of me alongside his cock, adding to the symphony of sensations that had taken over my body.

"ride me'' he stopped and pushed me on his lap.

I straddled him, eager to take control, my knees pressing into the soft cushions of the sofa. Keanu's hands gripped my hips as I began to move, my pussy sliding up and down his length. His eyes were locked on mine while he sucked my left breast, the intensity of his gaze making me feel like I was the only woman in the world. The sensation of being so utterly desired was intoxicating, and I moved faster, chasing the orgasm that was just out of reach.

Our bodies became one, moving in a dance that was both fierce and tender. His cock filled me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way, and each time I took him in, I felt like I was coming home. His thumb found my clit, and he began to rub it in time with his thrusts, the pressure building until I was teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Fuck, Rihanna, you're so wet," he murmured, his voice a low growl in my ear. "So tight, so perfect." His words were like a match to my desire, igniting a fire that had been smoldering all night. "You're fucking amazing."

The sensation was overwhelming, my body tightening around him as I took him in deeper with each stroke. I leaned back, arching my spine, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance. The feeling of him filling me, his thumb circling my clit, was almost too much to bear. "Keanu," I moaned, my voice trembling. "I'm gonna come."

He groaned in response, his own pleasure clear in the tension of his body. "Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice thick with desire. "Let me feel you come apart."

I did as he asked, my body obeying the command as if it were a sweet melody. I threw my head back and let out a scream of pure pleasure as my orgasm washed over me, my pussy clenching around his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through me. Keanu's grip tightened on my hips, his own release following closely behind, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he filled me with his warmth.

For a moment, we stayed like that, our breaths mingling in the space between us, our bodies still connected in the most intimate of ways. Then, slowly, gently, he leaned back, taking me with him so that we were lying on the sofa, our limbs tangled together. He kissed me softly, his tongue sliding against mine, and I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the aftermath of our passion.

We lay there, the candles flickering in the background, casting shadows across his face. His eyes searched mine, and I knew he was looking for something, trying to understand what this meant for us. I didn't have the answers, but I knew that I didn't want this to be a fleeting moment, a one-night stand that we'd both forget by morning. I wanted more.

I slid off his lap, my legs feeling like jelly as I stood before him. He watched me, his gaze never leaving my body, his cock still semi-erect and glistening with our combined arousal. I stepped away from the sofa, my dress pooled at my feet, leaving me naked and exposed. I didn't feel self-conscious; with Keanu, I felt seen in a way that I hadn't with anyone else.

He stood, his eyes never leaving mine, and led me to the bedroom. The soft carpet felt like a luxurious cloud beneath my bare feet, and the low light from the candles cast a warm glow over the room. The bed was massive, the covers thrown back to reveal crisp white sheets that beckoned to us.

Keanu reached for me, pulling me into his arms once more. Our kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as we slowly made our way to the bed. He laid me down, his body hovering over mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His mouth traveled down my body, kissing and licking every inch of my skin, as if he couldn't get enough of me.

I felt alive, more alive than I had in years. Each kiss, each touch, was like a note in a song that was being written just for us. The way his teeth grazed my nipples, the way his tongue traced the curves of my belly, it was all part of a melody that I never wanted to end.

[ivorystand]

NEW GPOSE SHITPOST TIME!!

With Melody having Ala Mhigan and Doman heritage on her father's side, she can speak the languages quite well. And she WILL use it to yell at Estinien for being stupid 😂

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Ok nothing Specfic but thoughts on more possible platonic/besties glee crossovers?

(Probably missed some + very open to others but in the name of vibes) (+ for all three of these lists, almost any non-related & sexuality compatible options could also have romantic potential but I didn’t want to leave them out)

Andrew

* Barbie & Dolly Corcoran

* Charlie Sylvester

* Christie Hummel

* Daphne Carter

* Gabriella Wright

* Gilbert Hummel

* Jaci Jones

* Jason & Robyn Del Monico

* Larisa Bowman (she’s Demi’s canon best friend so 🥺)

* Lilibeth Anderson

* May Taylor & June Harris

* Melody Naccarelli

Aro

* Betty Fabray

* Jaci Jones

* Kendall Pierce

* Lilibeth Anderson

* Sadie Berry

Billy

* Barbie & Dolly Corcoran

* Bobby Seurat & Savannah Evans & Valeria Ramírez

* Carla Vasquez

* Cece & Colton Cartwright

* Christie Hummel

* Demi July

* Gabriella Wright

* Jeremy St James

* Josie St James

* Mimi Morton

* Sutton Reeves

Brax

* Betty Fabray

* Jaci Jones

* Kendall Pierce

* Lilibeth Anderson

* Sadie Berry

* Savannah Evans

Elliot

* Barbie & Dolly Corcoran

* Betty Fabray

* Jaci Jones

* Johanna Berry

* Kendall Pierce

* Lilibeth Anderson

* Sadie Berry

* Savannah Evans

Elphie

* Abbie Hudson (+ the dance squad)

* Barbie Corcoran (enemies to friends?)

* Cece Cartwright

* Delilah Puckerman

* Hillary Holliday

* Jaci Jones

* Josie St James

* Satine Smythe

Faith

* Jaci Jones

* Lilibeth Anderson

* Sadie Berry

Henry

* Abbie Hudson

* Barbie & Dolly Corcoran

* Betty Fabray & Mac Hudson

* Carla Vasquez

* Charlie Sylvester

* Christie Hummel

* Gabriella Wright

* Jaci Jones

* Jeremy St James

* Josie St James

* Kendall Pierce

* Lilibeth Anderson

* Melody Naccarelli

* Robyn & Jason Del Monico

* Tegan [ last name ]

* Zoe Giardi

Mary

* Carla Vasquez

* Demi July

* Dolly Corcoran

* Mimi Morton

* Josie St James

Mona

* Jaci Jones

* Kendall Pierce

* Lilibeth Anderson

[melodymunson]

Get to know me

My name is Melody. I'm 33. I've been a Stranger Things since early 2017 and an Eddie Munson stan since May 2022. Writing requests for Steddie x reader, Steve x reader, Eddie x reader, Steve x Robin x reader are open! (Platonic Robin and Steve only.)

My former tumblr username was MelodyLangdon

About me: I’m a passionate concert-goer, a horror convention junkie, and a Halloween lover.

My favorite series are SAW, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, American Horror Story, Scream, Nightmare on Elm Street, Paradise City, South Of Nowhere, Rob Zombie’s Firefly family trilogy, and Hemlock Grove. I love thrillers and horror books and my favorite authors are Richard Laymon, Jack Ketchum, Megan Hart, Anne Rice, JRR Tolkien. My top favorite bands of all time are Type O’ Negative, Bullet For My Valentine, Otep, Manson, Rammstein, Motionless In White, Ice Nine Kills, Arch Enemy, Kittie, David Bowie, Motley Crue, Poison, Butcher Babies, Children Of Bodom, Apocalyptica, Raven Black, Straight Line Stitch, Depeche Mode, The Cure, and Ghost. Metal, punk rock, nu metal, thrash metal are my favorite music genres. The Soska Twins, Eli Roth, and Mary Harron are my favorite directors. My top favorite movies are American Mary, American Psycho, American Satan, 10 Things I Hate About You, Girl Next Door, Strangeland, Mistress Of The Dark. The coolest celebs I’ve met are Twiggy Ramirez, Tobin Bell, Manson, Otep, MIW, Butcher Babies, Elvira, Bill Moseley, Sid Haig, and Felissa Rose. My favorite actors are Keanu Reeves, Joseph Quinn, Joe Keery, Heath Ledger, Cody Fern, Bill Skarsgard, River Phoenix, Blake Lively, Megan Fox, Susan Sarandon, Amber Tamblyn, and Margot Robbie. 

I follow back any active Stranger Things blog/fan who interacts with me and is 18+. Ask box/inbox open to questions/asks. Minors, creeps, bots, and anyone who’s intolerant towards women, any racists, any anti- POC/WOC and anyone exclusive of any part of the LGBTQIA+ will be blocked no exceptions. Intolerant of intolerance and my blog is a safe space.

My favorite Stranger Things characters are Eddie Munson (obviously). Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, 001/Henry Creel/Vecna, Joyce Meyers, Dustin Henderson, and Argyle.

Favorite ships and couples of ST: Steddie, Chrissy/Eddie, and  Nancy/Eddie/Steve/Robin (the fruity four).

I write and take requests for Chrissy/Eddie/reader, Chrissy/Eddie, Eddie/reader, Steddie/reader, Steve/reader, Robin/reader/Steve (platonic Steve+Robin ONLY), Chrissy/reader, and Eddie/reader/Corroded Coffin groupie.

Works in progress/completed: My first Eddie/reader fic was rockstar Eddie x reader headcanons. I have also published 2 Steddie/reader holiday fics on ao3, an Eddie/Chrissy/reader oneshot, Stobin/fem!reader, and a cheerleader reader/Eddie 3 part series. My ao3 username is MelodyLangdon. My next fics to be published will be an Eddie/reader/Corroded Coffin groupie. Rockstar Eddie/fem reader fic series in progress.

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My newest fics: 

Steve/fem!reader/Robin https://archiveofourown.org/works/47570095

Older rockstar Eddie x younger fem!reader https://archiveofourown.org/works/47570314/chapters/119891428

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[itssweetiedarling]

Magical Night

Day 4 of @12daysofchristmas - "Looks like we're snowed in for the night."

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

Characters: Sebastian Sallow/Delilah Reeves (OC)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1817

Sebastian and Delilah found themselves seated at a quiet corner table in the Three Broomsticks. The tavern was empty, leaving them alone with the bartender. The fire crackles, casting a warm glow on the wooden furniture.

Sebastian and Delilah, both students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had decided to escape the hustle and bustle of the castle for a more relaxed evening at Hogsmeade. The Three Broomsticks, with its cozy atmosphere and butterbeer on tap, was the perfect choice.

The air was filled with the faint aroma of enchanted brews, and the creaking of the old building added to the ambiance. The friends, weary from a week of study and review for the end-of-term tests, leaned back in their chairs, taking in the calm that settled over the tavern.

Delilah absentmindedly stirred her butterbeer with her spoon, creating playful swirls in the foamy liquid. Sebastian recounted tales of his latest encounter with a mischievous niffler during a walk in the forbidden forest. Delilah, an adventurous witch, listened with laughter dancing in her eyes.

The bartender approached their table with a warm smile,  "Anything else, dears?" she asked.

Sebastian and Delilah exchanged glances before Sebastian replied, "Just another round of butterbeer, please. And perhaps a plate of your famous Christmas cookies?”

The friends enjoyed their treats and chatted about upcoming final semester exams. The hours melted away.

Finally, as the clock struck midnight, The bartender approached once more, "Time to close up, my dears. Hogwarts students need their rest."

Sebastian and Delilah reluctantly gathered their belongings, bidding farewell to the worker. They stepped back into the chilly night, their cheeks flushing. With the bartender still inside, the pair snuck to the side of the building. Through the window, they peeked inside, the bartender cleaning up their table. When she finished, she left and locked the door. Sebastian smirked, “I’m surprised they didn’t check for a cracked window this late in the winter.” He opens the window, which was left ajar from when they were inside. He gathered his bag and threw it in the building first, then swung himself over. His feet landed on the ground with a click on the wood. 

  Delilah looked around behind her before she did the same, leaving the window slightly ajar once again. 

Once inside the Three Broomsticks, Sebastian and Delilah found themselves in an unfamiliar silence. Even the sounds of the fireplace weren’t there anymore. 

Delilah cast a mischievous grin at Sebastian, and they tiptoed through the dimly lit interior. They explored the nooks and crannies of the tavern, discovering hidden corners filled with dusty broomsticks and shelves stocked with enchanted trinkets.

The friends shared whispered conversations, their voices echoing through the empty tavern. Delilah couldn't resist trying on a worn wizard hat left behind on a table, eliciting laughter from both of them. Sebastian, always fascinated by magical oddities, found an ancient-looking tome on the history of Hogsmeade.

Sebastian decided to play a tune on the piano that stood in the corner. Delilah joined in, her nimble fingers dancing over the keys, creating a melody that echoed through the empty space. As the night unfolded, Sebastian and Delilah reveled in the freedom of the moment. Delilah turned to him, “What was the reason you wanted to sneak in here again?” “I was bored, I’ve already snuck into the restricted section too many times. The thrill isn’t there anymore,” he shrugs. She raises an eyebrow, “So this is a thrill thing?” She chuckles. “I see.” Sebastian grinned, nodding. "Exactly! A little late-night adventure never hurt anyone. Plus, who wouldn't want to have the Three Broomsticks all to themselves?" Later into the night, Delilah was still listening to Sebastian tell more about his escapades. She rested her head on a table while she listened. Neither of them was expecting her to fall asleep, but it happened. Sebastian, smiling, picked up her coat from the side of the room and placed it on her like a blanket. He didn’t have the heart to wake her up, instead, he decided to stay up all night and watch, making sure they didn’t get caught. 

–

Sebastian ended up falling asleep too. As the first rays of dawn began to filter through the windows, the slumbering duo was awakened by the sound of snow blowing in the opened window. Sebastian and Delilah stirred, realizing they had inadvertently spent the entire night in the Three Broomsticks. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, Delilah saw the window. She rushed over, shutting it closed as fast as she could. In her rush, she slipped on the puddle that the snow had created.

"Oops," Delilah muttered, getting herself up.

Sebastian giggled, "Well, that was unexpected." “And a nice way to wake up in the morning.” Delilah wiped at the wet spot on her knees. “We better get going before the bar opens.” She looks around, “Where did my coat go?” Sebastian points to the ground, where it had fallen in Delilah’s rush. “I put it on you, just in case you got cold.” She smiled slightly, picking up her bag. “Thanks…” When Sebastian grabbed his stuff as well and headed to the door, he tried to open the door. It rattled but didn’t open, causing him to remember it’s locked. He chuckled, “Well, uh, the window it is!” He looked over and saw the window was covered by a pile of snow, the storm still raging beyond it. “I guess that option is out too?” He stated with a nervous expression. “Awesome! Look’s like we’re snowed in for the day!” Delilah used a very sarcastic tone, raising her eyebrow at him. “Whose idea was this again?” “It’s fine! It’s fine! I have some floo powder! We’ll just travel back to the common room.” He picked a pouch from his bag and opened it up. Inside laid sprinkles of powder, not even enough to grab a pinch. “Oh yeah, I had to refill this when I was done with school yesterday.” “You’ve got to be joking, Seb!” Delilah crossed her arms. “I should’ve known this would happen. It happened in the restricted section. We always get into places we shouldn’t be then get karma back!” “This can be another adventure, come on.” “Not this time.” She sighs, her breath visible in the air. “I’ll start the fire.” She walks away, casting a spell on the logs to light it. She sits by the fire, rolling herself up in her coat. Sebastian, realizing the predicament they were in, joined Delilah by the fireplace. 

Sebastian looked around, a hint of embarrassment on his face. "Well, this wasn't exactly how I imagined our morning, but I suppose we can make the best of it."

Delilah chuckled, her breath visible in the cold air. "You have a talent for turning ordinary situations into unexpected adventures. Even when they are just plain old bad situations.”

He grinned, "What can I say? Life's too short to be predictable."

She sighs, digging her head into the collar of her coat, still shaking cold.

Sebastian frowns, “Here, I’m wearing layers.” He takes off his coat, placing it around her. “No, it’s fine you could use it.” “No. Keep it.” He looked at her sternly, this look always worked on Delilah. She looked towards the fire again, soaking in the newfound heat. Delilah, now wrapped in Sebastian's coat, couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and amusement at the unexpected turn of events.

Sebastian, trying to lighten the mood, suggested, "Well, since we're stuck here, we might as well make the most of it. How about we share some tales or play a game? I'm sure we can find something to keep us entertained."

Delilah raised an eyebrow, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Tales, huh? Do you remember how I fell asleep last night?” “Hey!” 

They both shared a laugh.

He pondered for a moment, then grinned. "Have I ever told you about the time I accidentally turned my owl into a pumpkin? It was during my first year at Hogwarts..."

And so, an hour passed by as Sebastian regaled Delilah with tales of his misadventures and magical mishaps. This time, without her falling asleep.

Sebastian shivered, “You know, the cold is starting to get to me.” “Take back your coat.” Delilah started peeling it off her. “No, I have a better idea.” He leaned onto her shoulder, “Body heat!” Delilah flushed at Sebastian's playful suggestion. "Oh? Well, I suppose it's better than freezing in here."

They shifted closer to each other, huddling by the fire for warmth. The crackling flames and the comfort of Sebastian's coat created a cocoon of coziness, pushing away the chill that had settled in the tavern. 

Sebastian turned to her with a mischievous grin, "Now, this is a unique way to spend a day snowed in. With you.” “Shut up.” Delilah laughed, "We're probably breaking some rules about being outside the castle without permission. But who's counting, right?" Sebastian gazed into Delilah's eyes, a warmth lingering in his gaze. "Rules were made to be broken, especially when the result is a day like this," he said, his tone taking on a more tender note.

She leaned in a little closer, the flickering light of the fire casting a gentle glow on their faces. "Well, then, I guess we're rebels, creating our own little world in the midst of the snowstorm."

Sebastian smiled, his fingers brushing against hers as they shared the comforting embrace of his coat. "A world where we can have some peace for once."

As the day unfolded, the laughter continued, but now it was accompanied by stolen glances and shared smiles that spoke volumes. 

Sebastian's voice softened, "You know, Lila, sometimes the best moments are the ones we stumble upon, not the ones we plan."

Delilah looked at him, "You might be onto something. This has been... magical."

Sebastian chuckled, "Well, I did promise you a magical night, didn't I?"

She tilted her head, a playful sparkle in her eyes. "You certainly delivered.” She smirked, “Unless a different magical night was intended.”

The day drifted, and as the snow outside began to lighten, they realized that their adventure had come to an end. With a sigh, Delilah reluctantly stood up, Sebastian's coat still draped around her.

"Well, I guess we should face the consequences of our rebellion and head back to Hogwarts," she said, a hint of reluctance in her voice.

Sebastian stood up as well, his eyes still holding a warmth that seemed to linger. "I suppose so, but who says the magic has to end here?"

With a playful grin, he extended his hand, inviting her to step back into the world beyond the Three Broomsticks and into whatever unexpected adventures awaited them at Hogwarts and beyond.

Delilah, with a smile that matched his, placed her hand in his. "Lead the way, Mr. Sallow."

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Crossovers!! Crossover list for Eurydice Truett (PJO) and we’ll go any Glee OC of your choice?

Yes yes yes!!

Eurydice:

Lilith Reeves & Mike Lore & Ashley McCoy

Reggie Warwick

Gilbert Summers & Lucas Alderidge

Malia Ember

Frances Alodia (!!!) [Frances 🤝 Eurydice at The Lotus before the actual plot]

For Glee, I will go with Steve Schuester my boy!

OFC Nate Simmons (!!!)

Elliott Walker

Jean St James

Linda Berry (& Jennifer Glynn)

Melody and Lyra Wells (!!!)

Carina Fabray

Kipp Hudson

Ramona Solomon (!)

Garreth Duke (& Ellie Duke)

[filthy-reckless-rp]

♛ Spotted on the Upper East Side…

Name: Johnny Akana Pronouns: He/Him Age: 50 years old Hometown: Up To Player Occupation: Actor Social Status: Insider Faceclaim suggestion: Keanu Reeves

Who Is Johnny?

“I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, I’m wanted dead or alive.”

Is that the elusive Johnny Akana or am I hallucinating? Where have you been hiding for the last decade? Back in the day, you were on the tip of everyone’s tongue. The ‘bad boy’ of Hollywood, the original heart throb. Getting into trouble was second nature to you (along with paying for the damages, literally and figuratively). Over the years, you started to resent the fame and you managed to burn through most of the fortune. It’s a good thing you have your own ‘non-judging breakfast club’ to help you out, even now: the iconic ‘brat pack’. The past is the past but I wonder if your sudden return to the spotlight will stir up old drama, and feelings. You might have played the part of the broody, tortured soul but I bet there’s a heart in there somewhere. XOXO ---Gossip Girl

A Little Extra

Johnny Akana was one of Hollywood's most enigmatic and unpredictable actors, known for his charm, intensity, and a penchant for trouble. His rebellious spirit and unpredictable nature earned him the reputation of being a "wild card with a sharp edge." He was a heartthrob, but more than that, he was Hollywood’s favorite bad boy—a man whose personal struggles often spilled over into the public eye, fueling his fame and notoriety. Born into a world of glitz and glamor, Johnny quickly rose through the ranks of the film industry, capturing the attention of fans and critics alike. His smoldering looks and undeniable talent made him a sought-after actor, but it was his off-screen life that cemented his place as a Hollywood legend. 

Throughout his career, Johnny’s personal relationships became tabloid fodder, particularly his high-profile romances with two of his co-stars. His whirlwind romance with Jamie Park, another rising star, culminated in a marriage that famously lasted just 17 days. The sudden end of their union only added to Johnny’s reputation as a self-destructive force in his own life. His second and more serious relationship was with Dianna Watts, another celebrated actress. They married in a highly-publicized ceremony, and for a time, it seemed as though Johnny had found a steady path. 

However, as with many things in Johnny’s life, the marriage eventually crumbled under the weight of his impulsive behavior and personal demons. He had, once again, ruined something beautiful—just as many suspected he would. Despite his flaws, Johnny Akana always tried to be better. Behind the public persona of the troubled star was a man struggling to overcome his mistakes, seeking redemption in a world that often seemed to conspire against him. Whether or not he ever truly changed is a matter of debate, but his legacy as Hollywood’s favorite heartache endures. Johnny Akana remains a symbol of the tragic allure of stardom—a man who could light up the screen but couldn’t escape the shadows of his own making.

What Does Gossip Girl Have On Them?

He adopted someone behind the backs of everyone, a child called Melody, though it’s his mother who raises her - but he is involved with her upbringing as well. Of course, this isn't knowledge that biological mother Veronica Ravenwood has.

Connections

Nilay and Latife Levent - Johnny’s best friend growing up was Nilay and Latife’s dad. He became the unofficial ���uncle’ to the girls and still keeps in touch even if he hasn’t stopped by in a while.

Jamie Park - ‘brat pack’ member and a hot mess. Johnny and Jamie were famously married for exactly 16 days before calling it quits (just long enough to have the wildest honeymoon ever!). They’re both screw ups and soulmates, y’know?

Rebecca Ravenwood - ‘brat pack’ member, Johnny and Becca were always at each other’s throats when they were young. They were either arguing or laughing, screaming or dancing together. Johnny hasn’t spoken to her since her daughter was little.

Diana Watts - ‘brat pack member’. Johnny and Di were actually married (really married, not like with Jamie). She was everything good in this world and Johnny screwed it up. Some people just can’t be saved, right? Misses her like hell.

[bonjovian]

OC INTRODUCTION: YUHKI

Name: Yuhki Aliapoh

Nicknames/aliases: The Mauve Dragoon, Kitty (Estinien is the only one allowed to call her that)

Age: 30 years old

Height: 5 foot 2 inches

Occupation: Warrior of Light (a bit reluctantly)

Nameday (birthday): 12th day of the 5th Umbral Moon (10/12.... i was lazy and gave her my birthday 😂)

Personality: A bit impulsive but well-meaning, she seems a bit younger than she is. She is quick to trust and very outgoing. She has a strong sense of morality and sticks to it no matter what.

Relationships:

Meli'wo Aliapoh: Father

Leih Aliapoh: Mother (deceased)

Alwin/Yuhree Rawbewesfv: adoptive older brother

Carbon Dotharl: adoptive younger brother

Estinien Varlineau/Wyrmblood: Childhood friend, eventual boyfriend

Evrix, Fumi and Remi Varlineau: eventual children

Bio: Hailing from the village of Ferndale, Yuhki and her family were the only Miqo'te. Due to that, she struggled a bit with making friends, but soon found a couple: Melody Reeve (who belongs to another friend, @pinkcadaver) and Estinien Varlineau.

When she was 10 years old, Ferndale was destroyed by Nidhogg, a dragon who despised mankind as a whole. Having been doing whatever shenanigans she and her friends would get up to, they came back home in the middle of the chaos. In the end, she was left wandering Coerthas alone, scared, and injured.

A viera named Yuhree found her and took her in and nursed her back to health when he found her passed out. He became her older brother, and it was 5 years after that that Carbon was adopted into their found family, now a trio of "siblings".

20 years after the moment that changed her life, Yuhki and her brothers enter Gridania, deciding to become adventurers. Little did they know just how important they would become to Eorzea and the world as a whole...

A few more screenshots because yes