#My band yoooo

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[dewdr0pz]

ASK TIME ASK TIME!! i am officially raiding your asks now, take this as a threat /j

mkay sooooo, thoughts on lovejoy member!reader x wilbur?? 🤭 you could write about their sweet loveydovey moments and the way they blow kisses to each other on stage, or maybe their relationship is secret so focus on all the little things they do to show affection without the fans (and maybe friends too) knowing they’re together? like holding hands under tables, the lil glances they give each other, aaaah!!

apologies if you’ve written smth similar already, my memory is failing me rn, but if u have then do not worry because ill be back asking for other random shit too LMAO <3

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a/n: yoooo this is a really cool idea :D

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contains: loads of fluff, petnames, a single ass slap, & cheesiness

This man is CONSTANTLY flirting with you on stage. We're talking ass pats, blowing kisses, quick pecks between lyrics, etc. He finds it funny whenever the crowd screams & cheers when you two flirt.

When you two first started dating, you both didn't want to tell anyone, so you couldn't be affectionate around each other. Or so you thought. He'd hold your hand under tables, make sure you two were sharing a hotel room &/or bed, kiss the back of your hand when nobody's looking, give you hugs, tickle you (we all know he would tickle you. he did it to Mark, why not you?), etc.

If you were a drum player, he'd randomly rest his chin on your head if you were sitting down to play

During studio time, he's hugging you from behind & being suuuuuper cuddly (while grossing out the other members in the process)

During concerts, he's randomly making suggestive, cheesy, or flirty jokes to you to make the crowd laugh.

^^ "Hey, Y/N?" Wilbur said to you into the mic, looking in your direction. "Yeah?" you replied, trying to catch your breath from the last song. "What's up?" "I have a really important question for you," he said. "The crowd would really love to hear this from you." "What is it?" you replied. "Everybody's been wondering what you do for a living besides being sexy," he grins. This causes you to turn beet red & the crowd, the rest of the band, & Wilbur begin to laugh.

If you were a good singer, he'd beg on his hands & knees ask you to do duets or backing solos in new songs

If you were artsy, he'd also beg on his hands & knees ask you to help design the merch

If the band had to get on a plane or train to get to the next concert location, he'd be SO CUDDLY!!! He'd lay his head in your lap or vice versa, he'd hold your hand, he'd share an earbud with you, he'd let you watch him play The Sims on his laptop, he'd lean his head on your shoulder or vice versa, etc.

When the band goes out to eat or just goes out in general, he's paying for & doing EVERYTHING for you. You got something to eat? Don't even lay a finger on your wallet. You're in a store & you mention being hungry? He's grabbing every single snack & drink that you like. You shiver slightly? He's taking off his jumper or hoodie & giving it to you, no questions asked. You mention your legs hurting? You're being carried, either piggyback, on his shoulders, or bridal style.

[a-cat-in-toffee]

this took so long.....

PD BAND AU DASH TUMBLR EDITION

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went to a pd concert for the first time and let me just say it is such an experience

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i got to talk to ashe afterwards and when she found out this was my first concert he took one of the pins on his beanie she handed it to me

[Picture of a large pin with a design of one of the PD album covers on it.]

#YOOOO THATS SO COOL #pd band

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Anonymous asked: so is this blog like the Twitter and everyone runs it?

actually only will runs the twitter normally

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my favorite part of this post is that it doesn't even answer the question

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what are you a cop

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thjwres a guy back here like ??? straight up wearing a trench coat????? what the fuck

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dw thats just dad ❤️

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croi my beloved what the FUCK does that mean

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HDAJAKK???

[A screenshot of a Twitter post:

aida | dms open! 🍕🎸 @/consumedbythemusic

thank you, mx winters

The tweet has an attached image of another large button, with the image being one of those "I ❤️ my girlfriend" memes, and inside the heart is a photo of William on stage.]

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OKAY SO I JIST SAW A CLIP OF ASHE WALKJNG OVER TO WILLIAM ON STAGE AND WHISPERING SOMETHING TO HIM AND THEN WLAKING AWAY AND THATS NORMAL BIT THE FUCK EXPRESSION WILLIAM MADE AFTERWARD I CANT STOP GIGGLING GUYS I SWEAR TI GOD IT WAS JUST

HDHSJAK

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the pd tumblr account revealing that william runs the twitter makes the "bitch ass motherfucker wisperer" rant so much funnier. yeah he WOULD wouldn't he

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im not gonna tell you who runs this account stop asking ❤️

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Anonymous asked: what does pd stand for

[a screenshot cropped to just contain a text message from a contact named "👻" the message reads "say pewer davioli"]

[cielles-random-vault]

brain empty just thoughts full of miguel having a soft spot for you and hobie's relationship

like if you were in different dimensions hobie would beg for miguel to let him visit you.

and if you were in the same dimension he would beg miguel to send him on missions with you

wait now i want to make it a lil fic

kind of a drabble? idk

ok afterthought this is way longer than a drabble lmao mb

word count : 561 😭

it was a peaceful day at the spidersociety's headquarters. all the anomalies you and hobie have caught while patrolling were imprisoned in their cages, you did your daily patrolling chores and now boredom seemed to have gotten the best of you.

sometimes when you're bored, you wonder what your boyfriend was doing. well, factually speaking he was not quite your boyfriend, because of his "i hate labels" stuff, but it was most likely the two of you had something

sadly you spent most of your time wondering how he was going. you couldn't communicate because your communicator broke and miguel decided hobie had to give his to you.

you know what? fuck that hierarchy thing, just because some vampire spider man didn't want you to multi dimensional travel doesn't mean you wouldn't.

you then left your small apartment and headed to the headquarters.

"don't even think of it." firmly said miguel.

"what? i didn't even say anything yet-" you say.

"your backpack. it's the one you always bring with you when i send you in missions with hobie. considering the disaster it made when i left gwen visit miles last time, i am not letting this happen a second time." he said firmly.

"please." you try to beg. "it has been weeks since you last sent us on a mission together. plus it's soon our birthday and we celebrate all of them together. please? i promise you won't hear anything from me next."

"fine" he sighed, "but only for three days."

"four days? please?" you try to negotiate.

(i don't know how to describe it but imagine him pinching his nose yknow the thing he did In the movie)

"if i let you go, will you stop harassing me ?" he asked, visibly annoyed.

"pinky promise!" you exclaim, "thank you so much!"

he then opened a portal which led you to your boyfriend's dimension. you walked a bit to the bar where he probably was, as usual.

once you arrived, riri, one of hobie's best friend, warmly greeted you.

"glad to see you around!" she says with a warm smile. "if you're here to see hobie, he's in the back!."

you then headed to the room in the back of the building. you did find him practicing with his band. taking care to not disturb them, you sat on a small table in the back of the room.

you couldn't help but admire him. despite everything he went through, he always kept going.

"hobes", said a member of the group."i think someone's waiting for you."

as soon as he noticed your face, you could see his instantly lit up.

once his practice went all smooth, the two of you headed outside. a fresh breeze greeted you as the two of you tried to catch up on the lost time.

"i can't believe miguel let you come there" he says in disbelief. "i ain't complaining though, i missed my sunshine a whole bunch" he continues before kissing you.

"i missed you too, hobie," you murmur with a soft smile.

the two of you kept wandering in the streets, talking about random things.

"you down for cuddles, sunshine?" he asked as you came back home.

the two of you sat on the floor, your head on his chest, feeling his soft heartbeat.

eventually you both drifted to sleep, his hand playing with your hair.

yoooo 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 call me the ceo of ooc hobie atp x)

uhhh yea sorry the end is a bit rushed but 😭😭 also im in an agsty mood so i'll write smth when reader finds out hobie is cheating on them when they come to his dimension 😈😈

ALSO if you want some sleepy hobie hcs you can find them here ! :D

[exorcist-ava]

*Backpack full of bottled water and tennis supplies in tow, Sadie walks to the tennis courts for a few matches with Ava. As she gets closer she’s surprised to see that he’s already there waiting on her, picking up pebbles and trying to throw them through the holes in the net.*

Hey, bud! How’s it going? Cool sweatband! -🔥

Stopping his throwing, he looks up and greets Sadie.

Yoooo, wassup? And gracias! I got it from the basket of clothes deemed “unusable” by the thrift store.

He adjust the headband, which is held together in the back by a rubber band and a paper clip.

So, ya ready to lose? I’m hella good at tennis. My Wii score says so. -🚬

[angelosearch]

The other day I posted an FFVIII Christmas-ish fic on ao3. I wrote it for my health; I love sappy ass Christmas movies and such. But I was embarrassed about how poorly it was preforming, so I took it down.

I am posting it here under the cut where it's existence as a written work of mine feels more ephemeral. There's less data. If it doesn't do well here, it means a lot less 😂

Anyway. It's probably bad but I like the folktale I came up with. What can I say, ever since I finished Chaos Theory my fiction writing abilities have evaporated haha.

For your lame holiday viewing: The Tale of the Winter Sorceress

Julia Heartilly and Fury Carraway’s Light Night parties were things of Deling City legend.

On the coldest, darkest night of the year, their mansion would be covered in a kaleidoscope of glass bulbs. The rainbow lights (blown into a variety of shapes and blinking at various intervals) turned the home into a spectacle that rivaled the city’s landmarks in its grandiosity.

Guests would cross their stone footbridge, adorned with fresh pine garlands imported from Trabia, to their front door and pass through a veil of snow. Or, a veil of white puffs emitted from a machine. They just looked and drifted to the ground like snow.

Julia would spend her night at the piano, rearranging classic Light Night carols into jazzier stylings more suited to her voice. The band that usually recorded with her in the studio would join her on the stage in the middle of the mansion’s ballroom. They’d play together all night.

Fury was the master of the guestlist, inviting the top brass of the Galbadian military and every who’s-who on the continent, as well as important people from around the world. But it wasn’t hard to attract guests to the celebration. Invitations to this festive and extravagant event were sought after.

Of course—who wouldn’t want to come to what was basically a private Julia Heartilly concert?

Rinoa loved the Light Night party. Her mom would always dress her in something floofy and tulle covered, glazed with sparkles.

“Look, Fury,” Julia would say. “Our angel walked right off the tree!”

She felt like the star of the show, her mother allowing her the solos of some of the more childish songs. The crowd would oooh, ahhh, aww, and cry to their duet of “Have Your Self a Merry Little Light Night.” The chefs would let her cut out some of the cookies and proudly announce that she had assisted. And then her dad would let her do her favorite thing—light the tree.

Rinoa liked looking around the room during the dim, breathless moment before she pushed the plug into the socket. Then she’d do it, and the tree would ignite into its blinding radiance, multicolor lights refracting endlessly beneath fistfuls of tinsel. Each moving and sound-making ornament came to life at once, making a very specific and pleasant cacophony. She felt like she had some special power to summon the magic of the holiday as she plugged in the tree every day of the season—but nothing quite compared to plugging it in on Light Night.

Rinoa loved the Light Night party. But she didn’t know how to be excited about it this year, now that the most important person wouldn’t be coming.

---

“Cid, you can’t go… You know this is going to be their last Light Night together!”

“I’m sorry… But I have to,” Cid sighed. “I’m only going to be able to secure those contracts for the shelters if I find funding by the new year… There’s going to be a lot of folks there… maybe something will come through.”

“All the way in Galbadia? On Light Night? …What about that Shumi fellow?”

Cid mumbled, “He’s… not my first choice.”

Both Cid and Edea brought their voices low, too low for Squall to hear from the doorway. He tightened his grip on his Moomba plush in concern.

“Yoooo, what are they sayin’ over there?”

Squall turned to Zell and slowly shook his head.

“I think Mr. Cid is leaving…”

“Wait, like, FORVER?!”

This idea startled Squall, and he threw his Moomba out to his side.

“NO!” he yelled, mad at Zell for even thinking it. “Just… just for Light Night.”

Little loud-mouth Zell got word around the orphanage quickly, and it wasn’t long before all the children were huddled in the living room.

“If Mr. Cid isn’t here, who’s gonna take us on the midnight snow walk?” Quistis wondered sadly.

Selphie gasped. “Does Matron know how to set up the train?”

Squall sat with his Moomba in his lap. He looked down at its mane and played with it's hair nervously. It felt like the Light Night celebration lost a person every year, and he didn’t like it.

“Shut up about all that dumb stuff,” Seifer muttered as he sat on the back of the couch. “What you really gotta be worried about is our presents. I bet we’re getting nothin’ this year.”

Irvine turned and looked up at Seifer from his spot on the floor. “Are you sayin’ I’m not gonna get my Ruby Rider BB gun?!”

“You weren’t getting that anyway! You’ll shoot your eye out!” Seifer snapped. “Look, we don’t get much as it is and now Mr. Cid is leavin’? I’m telling you guys, were getting nothing, I know it.”

“Hey! You don’t know everything!” Zell said. “Whattabout the Winter Sorceress?”

Seifer sputtered. “You can’t tell me you still believe that kiddie story…”

“You’re lying,” Squall said from the corner. “She’s real.”

Seifer laughed and jumped down from the couch, approaching Squall with his arms folded.

“Aw, you too? What, you want a special gift? She can’t bring Sis back, ya know.”

Squall dropped his toy, ready to push Seifer.

Matron walked through the doorway with purpose, drawing everyone’s attention with her entrance.

“Children, I would like to dispel any rumors that are being spread… Come now, let’s gather round…”

Matron sat on the center cushion of the couch and waited for all her little ones to form a circle.

“So, yes, Mr. Cid will not be with us on Light Night… But he will be back the morning after, he’s promised me.

The children collectively sighed in relief.

“Now… We all know Quisty is joining her new family next month, and we’re all going to be moving soon, so we’re going to work together and make this Light Night really special anyway, okay?”

“Whattabout our gifts?” Zell quipped.

Matron grimaced. “Yes, well… we might have to focus on making the day special… in other ways.”

“See! What did I tell you!” Seifer pointed.

---

Rinoa’s nanny handed her a shiny, red velvet dress.

“Here’s your outfit for the party, dearie.”

“But… it’s not sparkly.”

“Your father thought this would be very becoming on you.”

Rinoa liked how the fabric felt in her hands, but she’d never seen an angel that wore anything like that.

She didn’t like how everything was different this year, like how her dad expected her to act like a grownup, and how the tree was decorated by staff the day before Light Night with new white lights and soulless baubles. She was used to hearing her mother hum music all through the season, but this year, the house was quiet.

“Ms. Annabelle…” Rinoa said shyly. “How can we have Light Night without Mommy?”

The nanny gave Rinoa a sympathetic look.

“Oh, sweet girl… Your mom would want you and your dad to have a nice Light Night no matter what,” Annabelle said, stooping to Rinoa’s level. “It’s going to be different, but try to have fun, okay? For her.”

The food was fancier this year, brought in from somewhere, so Rinoa couldn’t help with the cookies. Julia’s band was still on the stage, but no one was singing. It was all instrumental classical arrangements of the songs that Rinoa couldn’t sing to—not that she felt like singing, anyway.

Many people came—maybe more than ever—and the piles of gifts they carried for her were larger and shinier than before. And yet, the adults all gave her a sad stare as she greeted them.

Adults always looked at her that way now. She didn’t like it.

Rinoa felt heavy as she stood on the edge of the ballroom, watching her dad talk to men in military uniforms. He wasn’t smiling. He hadn’t smiled for months.

In the mansion, it looked like Light Night, but it didn’t feel like it, not to her. Rinoa wondered if, somehow, Julia had taken all the magic of the holiday with her when she passed.

“Rinoa, it’s time to light the tree,” Fury said, summoning her to the grand salon, where the twelve-foot tree stood proudly in front of a massive arched window.

This was her chance to bring the magic back.

She held the plug and looked around the room at all the expectant faces, barely visible, bathed only in the oblique light coming from the other room.

She thought hard about her mom and plugged in the tree.

The tree lit up brightly and efficiently. But it was monotone, and the absence of sound was deafening. There was a second of silence before the crowd began to clap, and Rinoa began to quietly cry.

The adults filed out, ready to start playing their strange gift-giving games and drinking their bubbly drinks. Rinoa found a spot between gifts to lay down on the floor, directly beneath the tree, so she could look up into its branches like she always liked to do. The shadows of the needles looked harsh in the cold white light of the tree.

There was a loud sigh.

“Guess that’s it…” a man said.

Rinoa carefully pulled herself out of her hiding place and looked up at the man. He was wearing a red vest.

“Oh!” he said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

“You’re sad?” Rinoa asked. She sat on the floor and looked up at him, his eyes invisible in the light that the tree cast on his glasses.

“No, no… Don’t worry about me, I don’t want to ruin your holiday, young lady.”

“I’m sad…” Rinoa admitted.

The man slowly and silently made his way over to the armchair beside the tree.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Rinoa nodded.

“It’s okay to be sad on Light Night sometimes,” he said, near-whisper. “Especially if you miss someone real bad.”

“Everyone says I gotta be happy… Cuz Mommy would have wanted that…”

The man frowned deeply.

“I have a little boy; he lost his sister… I think she would have wanted for him to be happy on Light Night, but only if he was actually happy. She wouldn’t want him to pretend,” the man said wistfully.

“I want the magic back…” Rinoa whimpered, feeling sad all over again.

The man paused and then said, warmly, “Little girl, have you ever heard the story of the Winter Sorceress?”

---

Edea sat down with a book in hand and a smile across her face. The fireplace crackled behind her. Her skin looked orange in its glow.

“Alright, settle down… It’s time to tell the tale of the Winter Sorceress.”

Matron cleared her throat. Then, she immersed the children in the story with her melodic and measured reading voice.

“Centuries ago, on the longest nights of the year, people would struggle to persevere through the winter. It was hard to feel safe in those times. Children were afraid of the frigid darkness, and with good reason. Food would become scarce. Monsters roamed freely. People would become cruel in their fear and harm others. The Winter Solstice, back then, was the most frightening time of the year.”

Despite the fact that Seifer had called the Winter Sorceress a myth, he, like the rest of them, was pleased to be wrapped in a blanket and cradling a cup of hot cocoa as he listened to Matron read.

“One night, a benevolent Sorceress was hiking through the Trabian countryside—Yes, Selphie?”

Selphie’s arm was straight as she held her hand emphatically in the air. “Where was she going? What was she doing? Was she the same Sorceress from the movie?”

Matron laughed.

“No, this was long before the Sorceress Knight movie. There have been many Sorceresses throughout time… Not all of them were good…” Edea’s voice took on an air of sadness. “People get afraid of Sorceresses sometimes. She was going to hide in Trabia, because she didn’t think anyone lived there… and she’d been chased from everywhere else.”

Matron took a beat and then started reading again.

“A benevolent Sorceress was hiking through the Trabian countryside. She came upon—Selphie?”

“Did she have a Knight?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure. We’ll have to read some more books about it, okay?”

Selphie nodded furiously.

“She came upon a village at the base of a mountain—”

Matron broke off again, about to call on Selphie a third time when Zell interrupted.

“JUST LET HER TELL THE STORY SEFFIE!!”

Selphie brought down her arm and crossed it over her chest. She stuck her tongue out at Zell. Seifer snickered.

“Let’s hold questions til the end,” Matron said. “Now, where was I…

“She came upon a village at the base of a mountain and stopped there because she heard crying. There was a child who could not sleep because they were too cold. They wandered out of their home to sit by the fire in the middle of the village, but it went out, and they couldn’t start it themselves. The Sorceress was moved by the child’s sorrow. She wanted to help them.

“’Child,’ the Sorceress said, ‘How may I stop your tears?’ The child did not answer, as the voice came from the darkness, and they were afraid. The Sorceress summoned small orbs of light from her fingertips and affixed them to roof tops and trees until she and the child could see each other clearly.

“’Child, you can see me now,’ the Sorceress said, ‘But you still tremble.’ The child did not answer, because their teeth were chattering in their mouth—they were too cold to speak. The Sorceress lit the fire pit with a flare spell and gathered bundles of pine kindling so that it would continue to burn through the night. She pulled down the clouds and knitted them into a blanket, leaving a clear December sky above. She threw the blanket over the child.

“’Child, you are warm,’ the Sorceress said, ‘But you look weak.’ The child did not answer, because all they could think about was how hungry they were. The Sorceress went to every door and woke the people, asking them to feed the child. Enchanted by the lights and warmed by the fire, they were willing to cook and share their richest food.             

“Child, you have been fed and loved,’ the Sorceress said, ‘But you still cower.’ The child tried to answer, but the roar of a Snow Lion interrupted their words. The Sorceress belted a song that echoed over the snow, scaring away all the monsters of the night. The village rose up in song and continued singing to keep the beasts at bay.

“Child, you are safe,” the Sorceress said. The child smiled.

“The village gathered together and joyously went out into the snow, no longer afraid of the dark or cold or monsters. They invited the Sorceress to stay with them, and they feasted and sang and told stories in the light, all night.

“When the morning came, the Sorceress decided it was time to leave, as she wanted to give this gift of hope to other villages, all over the world. The child became sad when the Sorceress said goodbye.

“‘Child, why do you weep?’ the Sorceress asked. And the child replied, ‘I have been so scared and so cold and so hungry and so alone for so long. What if these times come again? After you are gone? How will I know they will pass?���

“The Sorceress smiled. She used her magic to summon artifacts from the wilderness—special stones, Phoenix feathers, star fragments, crystals of all colors—and fashioned them into gifts for all the villagers to enjoy. These mementos held magic within them, to keep the villagers safe and warm and happy until she could return the following year.

“We open our homes to the Winter Sorceress, gathering together, singing the songs she sang, marching out into the snow at midnight to show we aren’t afraid. We banish the darkness with light. But, most importantly…

“Can anyone tell me what the most important thing is?”

“The gifts, obviously,” Seifer said. Quistis nudged him for being so crass.

“That we put up decorations, like the train around the tree!” Selphie suggested.

“Is it that we all hang out together? For the whole day?” Irvine guessed.

“You’re very close,” Matron said, reaching down and mussing Irvine’s hair.

The room became quiet as everyone contemplated the question. Matron’s eyes fell on quiet Squall.

“Do you know the answer?” Matron prompted.

Squall hesitated. He looked at the floor as he spoke.

“Sis always said… it’s about helpin’ people who need it.”

Matron beamed.

“That’s right. Light Night is all about giving to others. It’s kindness that keeps our nights warm and bright this time of year… Squall, since you guessed it, would you like to light the tree?”

Squall did not want to light the tree, but he also did not want to say no to Matron. He left his Moomba plush carefully propped up on a pillow and went to the wall to plug in the tree.

“Alright, on the count of three. One, two, three—!”

The plug went in, and the little plastic tree came to life, the glitter from the handmade ornaments glinting in the light of the yellow bulbs. The toy train at the base of the tree began to do its circles, its engine loudly chugging. Squall looked up at the Winter Sorceress atop the tree in her flouncy blue dress.

Everyone clapped. Selphie threw herself next to the tree, watching the train with her legs kicking in the air behind her. Quistis excitedly went into the other room to gather the ornaments they’d made earlier in the day.

After dinner, and the snow walk, and the caroling, the children went to bed. Long after their departure, Edea lingered in the living room, staring at the tree, deep in thought. Squall, as he often did, wordlessly wandered out of the bedroom and came to Matron’s side. She gathered him onto her lap and played with his hair.

“Matron, what’s wrong?”

“Light Night is just going to be very different next year… I am going to miss nights like this,” Matron mused. Then, she added more hopefully, “But… I’m sure the Winter Sorceress will find some way to bring us all together.”

“Is the Winter Sorceress real?”

Matron took a moment before answering.

“I think… I think she was a real person once. I am not sure if she’s still around. But Sorceresses are real… And some of them want to do good, just like her,” she said. “Her magic is real, Squall, and we can all use it.”

Matron chuckled at Squall’s thoughtful expression.

“Are Knights real too?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Matron grinned. She angled Squall’s face upwards and pushed his bangs out of his face. “You know what, you look a little like that movie Knight, Zefer?”

Squall gave her a rare smile.

“Seifer’s gonna be so jealous.”

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Rinoa sat at the kind man’s feet and listened, rapt, to the tale of the Winter Sorceress.

“The moral of the story is… The magic that Sorceress uses... it’s something we all have and can give each other.”

Rinoa hopped to her feet and proudly proclaimed, “I wanna do magic!”

“That’s wonderful,” the man said. “Is there anyone you can help?”

Rinoa pondered, looking around the room, and then back at the man.

“That boy who lost his sister… you think he’d want some gifts?”

The man laughed good naturedly.

“Oh, yes, but I have many children. I run a whole orphanage! I couldn’t take something back for him and only him.”

Rinoa said nothing and started grabbing her gifts and stacking them in front of the storyteller.

“Little girl… what are you doing?”

“If you take all of these… is that enough?”

Once the man got over his shock, he requested that before she do anything, she go ask her dad if she could give her gifts away. Fury was at the door sending people off by time Rinoa came looking for him.

“DADDY!” she yelled as she barreled into his legs.

“Where have you been all night, Star Light?”

Rinoa was heartened to hear her old nickname being used again. Maybe the magic was already working.

“I want to do magic! I wanna give my gifts to that guy!” Rinoa said, dancing on her tiptoes and pointing at the man walking up the hall.

Fury searched Rinoa’s face for a moment, attempting to steady her excited squirming by putting his hands on her shoulders. Then, he looked up at who she was pointing to.

“Mr. Kramer?”

“General Caraway… Please feel no obligation. It seems your daughter has really caught the Light Night spirit.”

 “Is this what you really want?” Fury asked Rinoa.

She nodded and smiled.          

“I wanna give em’ all away!”

A smile crept across Fury’s face and his eyes sparkled in a way Rinoa had never seen before.

“Looks like the angel walked right off the tree… Alright, Star Light. Your mom would be… very proud.”

Rinoa cheered, feeling like she just lit up a tree.

---

“Anyway… that’s the story of my best Light Night. What about you guys?”

The table was silent for a long time as all eyes were trained on Rinoa.

“That was you?!” Zell shrieked, standing in his seat.

“I basically opened my entire childhood library that morning…” Quistis said in shock as she held a hand to her face.

“Dude!” Irvine exclaimed. “I didn’t get my BB gun but… hell, that’s how I got my first cowboy hat!”

“So, then it was actually a cowgirl hat?” Seifer smirked.

“A hat’s a hat!”

Rinoa looked around at her friends, and then to Squall, who was staring at her with a cool amazement.

Rinoa gasped as it all clicked together. She stared at Squall, wide-eyed.

“WAIT! That was Cid? I didn’t recognize him! So then—the little boy—”

Squall shrugged.

“I think that was the day I got my first set of Triple Triad cards.”

“That’s sooooo cuckoo bananas!” Selphie said. “I think that was my best Light Night too! Cid coming back with all those gifts… it was like magic for sure!”

Rinoa was overcome with emotion. That day, she had given those gifts away to random children in the hopes it would bring them joy. She could never have imagined the joy coming back to her, ten-fold, in the form of a Light Night with her teammates, her friends—her family.

It was magic after all.

While everyone was still reeling and talking excitedly, Squall squeezed Rinoa’s hand beneath the table.

He leaned over and whispered, “I always knew the Winter Sorceress was real.”

[gaysie]

yoooo — i just read “i could stare at your back all day” & i wanted to say how rly fuckin good it was!!!! This paragraph knocked my socks CLEAN off ngl: “Assad gets the sense that despite what he’d said, it would only take a word from Assad for Luke to let him use him however he wanted. The idea of that is suddenly unbearably sad. Luke, forever running after the rest of them, older than Assad and Jacob but perennially the kid picked last for the football team, triple-texting in their group chats and not getting replies; the shameful relief at finally having someone else to be the odd man out.” you captured so many nuances of the weird class dynamics of theatre vs. hollywood stars!! also i rly love when one character functions as a substitute for another non-present character (art imitating life imitating art). thank you for writing, im excited to check out yr other fic in the future!!

Ahhh omg thank you so much, that’s so kind of you to say!!!!😭❤️ I’m obsessed with this idea of eager pathetic LBF and sometimes I’m like Okay maybe I’m being too mean with it I’m sure he’s actually normal. But then his band gets only 41 likes on its instagram posts or he says stuff like “I jumped for joy!” about getting cast in his crappy low budget romcom and I’m like. This is actually physically paining me…😭 And I LOOVE reading substitution concepts as well it hits so well with unrequited feelings i always have to shoutout aleonine’s awesome samssad fic with unrequited zamasian and jam and sam pretending to be eric for assad 🚬

[payasobabas69]

omg you should draw rhe beatles as calico critters your style is just the cutest thing

YOOOO I didn't think about the possibility of making them with bands/artists 🙀 I'm going to take the suggestion, thanks!! Honestly cute things are my favorites, I enjoy drawing them sm

[randomfandumb13]

Yoooo Nick from left 4 Dead 2 fans!

I just did some digging on his voice actor Hugh Dillon, cause curiosity, he released a whole solo album in 2009 called " Works Well With Others", as Well as lead singer of the band "Headstones". Not only did it give me chills cause this is the voice actor but in my opinion the songs are very Nick! Highly recommend the listen, though I know I might be alone or late in this hype. XD

[metalljellyphish]

If Marjorine sang for their band (Crimson dawn?? If I recall correctly), I imagine it would sound SO MUCH like Babymetal. And I LOVE that.

-lipgloss anon

Yoooo listen I have a lot of thoughts about Crimson Dawn, but also Butters/Marjorine’s singing skills (this also depends on the AU but there’s a lot of through line)

It’s so funny cause you know the band is Stan’s baby and his tendency to be just a little self-centered means the others don’t get as much chance to shine on singing (you have opera arc Kenny and Jimmy ‘man of many talents’ Valmer over here and you can’t tell me neither of them can sing) but Marji is the backing vocals so combining their melodic tendencies with Stan’s powerhouse vocals and metal growls? Peak.

Fun aside; this is one of my favorite songs and I can see them covering it even if it doesn’t fit the full metal MO, but it’s got the vibes I see in the band (and a rare Butters/Marji lead, but also Set It Off is one of my favorite bands and one I really associate with Stan, even if there’s a bunch of songs I could pick for the rest of the gang in general)

[dizzi-rex]

YALL IM BACK TODAY WITH MY SPLAFEST BAND ANIMATION YOOOO

[pastelpousay]

YOOOO!!! I’ve had a Rockstar Hades AU in my brain ever since I learned he could play guitar LMAO

Like imagine him playing and writing songs for Rina!!! 🥹🩷

OMG OMG OMAG THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA !! ALSO YEA HE WOULD DEFINITELY DO THAT FOR HIS LOVER LMAO

Imagine he like made a band or like was on stage playing a song he wrote for Rina and like points to her in the crowd or something 💀😭 she’d be so embarrassed but like also very flattered ALSO HE WOULD DEFINITELY TRY AND TEACH HER HOW TO PLAY OMGGG 😻 thats bae fr!! I feel like maybe in the house of mouse au maybe they’d have like a talent show or something and like (in a pre-relationship sense) he’d be writing songs about her and he wouldn’t even know 😭 meanwhile Rina is lowk kinda jealous cuz ‘who’s this girl ur talking about huh? 😿🤨’ little does she know…

ALSO IMAGINE THE OTHER VILLAINS REACTING TO THAT LMAO (Frollo and jafar shaking their heads and meanwhile Gaston is probably vibing in the background lmaoo)

Alr sorry for the ramble I had to thats just such a good idea tho!! ^_^ thank you o much for giving me a new little idea!!! 💗

[death-in-a-handbasket]

*confetti canon* YEAH ITS DADDYS BIRTHDAY WAHOOO!!!! 🎉🎉🎊🎊

Man time to celebrate this man's birthday the right way, he's gonna get his glizzy goobered on frfr I'll give him the birthday head he deserves 💯 😤 👌

Aight, for such an important occasion, imma drop a lil headcanon I thought of at work. I'd like to imagine this mf never once cared nor celebrated his birthday. To him, it's another day of the year, and why would he celebrate another year of being on this planet with the common folks who lack intelligence? He just never cared... until let's say you came around and started celebrating it. You celebrate his birthday by spoiling him and worshipping him just because it's his birthday, he may learn to enjoy it. All your attention is on him and your priority is to make him happy, i feel like he's not gonna give that up or tell you no. I mean, how could he say no to his favorite doll wanting to treat him? You give him your absolute attention all day? You make plans just for him? You gift him things and arrange things specifically for him? You dress up to his liking just to see him get worked up? You just make a whole day literally dedicated to his exact existence and put him on a pedestal of importance that no one else has ever done? Dude will have the absolute ego trip of his life, no shame at all because bitch, it's his birthday. Will sit back with his hands behind his head like "aight shawty, do your thing." And he'd absolutely be smug about it too.

And, of course, I must mention the birthday sexy fun times. Birthday smash? Just because it's his birthday? Hot dog! Sign him the fuck up. He can't say no to coochie being thrown at his feet just because it's his birthday. Even better if you completely submit to his wants and needs simply because, once again, its his birthday. And that's just it. Give this man the best day ever and he might actually start to look forward to this one day of the year (not to mention its close to Christmas, so double celebration wahoo lucky bastard ngl)

So to sum up this paper. I think he'd never care for his birthday until you give him a reason to care for his birthday. Getting him a birthday tiara and his birthday spanks ready. Cheers mate 👍 🍻 (Let's show up outside his door dressed as a mariachi band)

YOOOO FUCK YEAH ACTUALLY

I bet his birthday was never celebrated growing up nor would he want to celebrate himself, but HOOOO the minute he gets some cutie crawling into his lap in a skimpy dress just because it’s his birthday???? oh dude it’ll only get better from there, not only just the rad sex but also someone remembers him? remembers his interests?? wants to buy things for him that he’ll like and treat him like he’s human???? oh my GOD it’s a game changer dude

I bet he fucks extra good that day too once it gets associated with something good for once, it’s a treat for him but holy shit are you getting the railing of your life amen amen 🙏 fantastic takes as always from you broski

anyways happy birf to this fucker I am gift wrapping myself and placing myself under the tree for him

[liverpool-enjoyer]

Max!! My beloved

I need your Gavi playlist link plz 🤲

and if you haven't added it yet, I would suggest All These Things I've Done by The Killers. I made myself cry this morning listening to it and thinking about how fitting it is for The Boy. Especially during this time while he's recovering ❤️‍🩹🥹

Anyway thank you happy Friday 😘

YOOOO TL WHATS GOOD HI!!!

so first of all heres the playlist hehe i hope you enjoy <3

second of all HOW ARE YOU THIS BIG BRAINED BRO,,, cause i legit love that song w every bone in my body omg how did i not think to add it till now. i sing this song w more passion than ive ever put into anything in my damn LIFE omg. plus the killers are jus one a my favorite bands like chefs kiss. they did that song when i saw em in concert n man it BANGS live

[gemharvest]

omg what do your brothers play??? and what did you play? i used to play alto sax in marching band lol

YOOOO BASEDD I played clarinet (for both marching & concert). :) I also played bari sax my senior year for jazz band! I still have my clarinet and could still play if I wanted, just don't have much of a reason to JDJSNNGJF I need to . get back to practicing guitar tho. <- not fully related I'm just thinking abt instruments now

The older brother (he's a senior) plays trombone & the younger brother (he's a freshman) plays clarinet.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

YOOOO YOU LIKE AJR?

!!!!!!!!

Yes!! Yes I do!! Yes I very much do!! They’re my absolute favorite band :D I’ve been listening to them for years now and they make me so happy <3