#Phoebe Fire-Star

[psychicduelistrbd]

With Necrom coning out on Tuesday for console players I’ve done anything I could to avoid spoilers, I’m probably going to spend 90% of my time looking for any reference of Miraak rater than playing the story. Part of me feels like we won’t get anything so I just wanted to do a little doodle that was supposed to be Phoebe just hearing rumors of Mora having a champion but as she has to be a proxy she doesn’t believe Mora actually has a champion.

and an extra doodle, because I always wanted to have an excuse for someone to speak with Phoebe using her birth name. (I actually made this one first)

[bpdbeehive]

I made a list of every single Greek god ever

Keep in mind some of these may be different from what you know because they have multiple different stories

Eros- god of love, passion, and fertility

Tartarus- god of darkest part in the underworld

Thalassa- goddess of the sea

Phanes- god of creation, new life, procreation, fertility, and light

Caligine- goddess of creation

Gaia- goddess of earth

Erebus- god of darkness and shadows

Nyx- goddess of night and darkness

Pontus- god of the seas

Hydros- god of water

Uranas- god of the heavens and sky

Achlys- goddess of the death-mist, misery, sadness, and deadly poisons

Aether- god of light and the upper sky

Ananke- goddess of inevitability, compulsion, and necessity

Chaos- god of the void

Cronus- god of time, fate, justice, and harvest

Caelus- god of the sky

Coeus- god of the North, intelligence, and resolve

Hemera- goddess of daylight

Hypnos- god of sleep

Nemesis- goddess of vengeance, retribution, and rightful fate

Thalassa- goddess of sea

Rhea- goddess of motherhood, fertility, childbirth, comfort, and good living

Oceanus- god of freshwater

Tethys- goddess of fresh water and nursing mothers

Hyperion- god of heavenly light and watchfulness

Theia- goddess of sight and vision

Lapetus- god of mortal life

Crius- god of constellations, stars, and the south

Phoebe- goddess of intellect, prophecy, and the moon

Themis- goddess of justice, law, order, and divine will

Iris- goddess of rainbows

Mnemosyne- goddess of memory

Zues- god of sky, weather, thunder, lightning, and law and order

Demeter- goddess of the harvest, agriculture, and fertility of the earth

Poseidon- god of sea, storms, earthquakes, and horses

Hades- god of the underworld and the dead

Hera- goddess of women, marriage, family, and childbirth

Apollo- god of sun and light, poetry, healing and disease, justice, archery, music and dance, prophecy and truth

Artemis- goddess of hunting, wild animals, and the wilderness

Aphrodite- goddess of beauty and passion

Ares- god of war and courage

Hephaestus- fire, volcanoes, blacksmithing, metalworking, craftsmanship, sculpture, forges, and metallurgy

Hermes- God of wealth, trade, thieves, and travelers

Athena- goddess of wisdom and strategic warfare

Dionysus- god of wine, festivity, and theater

Hestia- goddess of domestic life, home, and hearth

Hecate- goddess of magic and necromancy

Aeolus- god of the wind

Asclepius- god of medicine and healing

Eris- god of discord, jealousy, and strife

Pan- god of the wild, shepherds, flocks, rustic music, fertility, spring, and theatrical criticism

Eileithyia- goddess of childbirth, birth pains, and midwifery

Enyos- goddess of war, violence, and bloodshed

Evrynomi- water meadows, fertility, and pasturelands

Psyche- goddess of the soul

Hedone- goddess of pleasure, enjoyment, and delight

Dolos- god of trickery, cunning deception, craftiness, guile, and treachery

Senectus- god of old age

Oizys- goddess of misery, grief, anxiety, and depression

Moros- god of doom

Momus- god of satire and mockery

Tmolus- god of Mount Tmolus

Nereus- god of the sea

Phorcys- god of the sea and the hidden dangers that lurk beneath the waves

Ceto- goddess of sea monsters and other marine life

Eurybia- goddess of power over, and mastery of, the sea

Eurus- god of the east or southeast wind, fall, and storms

Aergia- goddess of laziness, idleness, sloth, and indolence

Eos- goddess of dawn

Astraea- goddess of justice, innocence, purity, precision

Boreas- god of the north wind, winter, storms, ice, snow, and cold

Chione- goddess of snow

Orithyia- goddess of cold mountain winds

Zephyrus- god of West wind

Notos- god of South wind

Euros- god of East wind

Hesperos- god of the evening and the evening star

Morpheus- god of dreams and nightmares

Pasithea- goddess of relaxation and rest

Icelus- god of nightmares

Phantasus- god of dreams that feature inanimate objects

Aigaion- god of violent sea storms

Achelous- god of fresh water

Alpheus- god of the Peloponnese

Clymene- goddess of fame and renown

Eurynome- goddess of water meadows, fertility, and pasturelands

Idyia- goddess of knowledge

Metis- goddess of wisdom and cunning strategies

Styx- goddess of oaths and the River Styx

Helios- god of the sun

Selene- goddess of the moon

Atlas- god of strength, endurance, astronomy, and navigation

Prometheus- god of fire, forethought, and crafty counsel

Astraeus- god of astrology and stars

Pallas- god of witchcraft

Zelus- god of dedication, emulation, eager rivalry, envy, jealousy, and zeal

Nike- goddess of victory

Via- goddess of force and power

Perses- god of destruction

Asteria- goddess of falling stars, nocturnal divination, and the connection between the heavens and the earth

Leto- goddess of motherhood, childbirth, modesty, and fertility

Eirene- goddess of peace

Dike- goddess of fair judgment and law

Persephone- goddess of grain and agriculture

Alatheia- goddess of truth

Asopos- god of the river Asopos

Ate- goddess of blind folly and ruin

Britomartis- goddess of hunting and fishing

Elieithyia- goddess of childbirth

Eirene- goddess of peace

Ersa- goddess of the dew

Eunomia- goddess of good governance

Harmonia- goddess of harmony

Hebe- goddess of youth

Hephaistos- god of smiths

Eunomia- goddess of law, governance, and good order

Kairos- god of opportunity

Aglaia- goddess of beauty, splendor, glory, magnificence, adornment, good health, and the glow of good health

Lakhesis- goddess of life and fate

Phasis- god of the river Phasis

Despoine- goddess of certain Arkadian Mysteries

Macaria- goddess of a "blessed" death

Melinoe- goddess of ghosts, nightmares, and propitiation

Zagreus- god of rebirth

Ploutos- god of wealth, riches, and abundance

Albion- god of the sea

Tilphousia- goddess of vengeance and justice

Phobos- god of fear, panic, flight, and rout

Pothos- god of sexual longing, desire, and yearning

Anteros- god of reciprocal love

Himeros- god of sexual desire and unrequited love

Hermaphroditus- god of effeminacy, androgeny, and hermaphroditism

Rhodos- goddess and personification of the island of Rhodes

Priapus- god of fertility

Erichthonius- goddess of earth

Tyche- goddess of fortune, luck, prosperity, chance, and fate

Horkos- god of oaths and the curse that befalls those who break them

Epione- goddess of soothing pain

Hygieia- goddess of hygiene and cleanliness

Panacea- goddess of universal remedy

Aceso- goddess of healing and wounds

Iaso- goddess of recuperation from sickness

Machaon- god of surgeons

Pandia- goddess of the full moon, dew, and youth

Telesphoros- god of recuperation

Enyalius- god of soldiers and warriors

Phosphorus- god of the planet Venus when it appears as the morning star

Triton- god of the sea

Carpus- god of fruit

Bia- goddess of force, power, might, bodily strength, and compulsion

Narcissus- god of vanity

Cephissus- god of the Cephissus river

Ismenus- god of the river of the same name

Eucleia- goddess of good repute, glory, and honor

Eupheme- goddess of good omen, praise, and acclamation

Euthenia- goddess of prosperity, abundance, and plenty

Philophrosyne- goddess of friendliness, welcome, and kindness

Euphrosyne- goddess of joy, good cheer, mirth, and merriment

Hephaestus- god of artisans, blacksmiths, carpenters, craftsmen, fire, metallurgy, metalworking, sculpture and volcanoes

Delphin- god of Dolphins

Aristaeus- god of beekeeping, cheesemaking, olive growing, and hunting

Electryone- goddess of the sun and morning

Circe- goddess of magic

Silenus- god of forests, wine-making, and drunkenness

Triptolemus- god of agriculture

Lyssa- goddess of rage, fury, and rabies

Soteria- goddess of safety, salvation, deliverance, and protection from harm

Leucothea- goddess of hope

Palaemon- god of harbors and sharks

Pasiphae- goddess of witchcraft and sorcery

Perses- god of destruction and peace

Phaunos- god of the forest

Maron- god of Maroneia

Astraeus- god of stars and planets

Limos- goddess of famine, starvation, and hunger

Benthesikyme- goddess of ocean waves

Amphitrite- goddess of the sea

Kymopoleia- goddess of violent sea storms and storm waves

[klausysworld]

Hey, I love your writing style a lot so I wanted to ask if your open for a Joseph Morgan request?

Here’s what I had in mind:

Reader is new on set of The Originals and on one of her first days, she has to film a spicy scene with Joseph. She feels uncomfortable about doing that with a co star she has a little crush on and generally have to undress for a scene. He calms her and guides her through it, always looking out that she’s comfortable. Just a cute Joseph please and the end is very up to you :)

Thank you <3

Camera Shy

Joining the Originals set was a long shot for me, I hadn't actually expected to be casted and casted as a love interest was more than I had even auditioned for.

Getting to know everyone on set was a little scary but everyone was lovely, and funny, some of them (Daniel) were especially funny and Daniel and Joseph together were a right sketch.

Claire, Phoebe, Riley and Danielle had been great at helping me feel apart of the group despite coming in late.

Scenes sometimes took a few takes and a lot of time but seeing them put all together made every second worth it.

The most difficult scenes had been the more romantic scenes with Joseph. The first make out scene had been so awkward, completely my fault, and therefore every other scene seemed to make me worse.

The amount of makeup they had to put on me to hide the way my cheeks blushed was embarrassing and even then sometimes I swear I could still see it on the camera.

The embarrassment was high enough just kissing let alone stripping down to my underwear in front of a dozen cameras, costars and directors. But the most anxiety raising part of it was knowing Joseph's hands were going to be the ones pulling my shirt off, tugging my jeans down and I was going to have to do the same to him.

They have us a half an hour break right before the scene, everyone was getting a coffee or whatever but I couldn't even thing about relaxing.

I felt sweaty, I felt like he would be able to smell me and tell that I was turned on and terrified all at once.

My breathing was rushed and broken as I looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't cry, makeup had spent hours making sure I looked flawless.

But I couldn't help it as the nerves bred fast. My fingers tapped the desk in an unkept pattern, my eyes blurring up and nose getting stuffy.

I really hadn't expected the hands on my shoulders, the soft touch rubbing along my arms both gently and firmly.

"Do you feel okay, love?" He asked and I sniffed. "Do you need me to tell them you'll be off sick?"

"No..." I mumbled, trying to blink away any tears but he had it covered when a folded square of tissue tapped under my eyes carefully. "I'm sorry, I'm just being silly." I laughed but he only frowned.

"You're scared?" He murmured, arm wrapping around my waist in the gesture of comfort that I needed.

"I don't know...I've just never had to take off any clothes for TV before you know? I haven’t-" I swallowed down my words and he pulled me to a hug.

"I understand" he nodded, rubbing my back. "I can talk to them, we can change the scene or move it."

"We can't, I have to do it and I want to do it for the viewers but it's just really hard and people are gonna look and me and say things-"

"The only things anyone will say is how beautiful you look." He interrupted, eyes boring into mine like the ocean during the night, "Nobody will want you to do this scene if you feel this uncomfortable, I promise you they'll understand."

I sniffled and shook my head. "It's gonna be good for my career, I need to" I mumble and he squeezed me a little.

"I'll be right there for you, the whole time. I'll be gentle-" He tried to reassure but I knew the directors would retake.

"Klaus is rough, the script specifically says that-" I argued

"I'm not though and I don't care what the script says, it's not like they can fire me this late. So I'll be gentle and I'll take care of you." He told me firmly and I could only nod.

I looked as though nothing had happened by the time I was back out there. Cameras rolling, zooming in on us, I could feel them. But Joseph made sure I could feel him there too, sometimes when I looked at him during a scene I just saw him as his character but in that moment I knew it was just us, no Klaus just Joseph.

So when our lips met I let it be our lips, his hands on my body and my body only. Not who I was supposed to be. When my top was lifted from my body and his eyes looked into mine I knew what he was asking. When his hands popped the button on my jeans and slid them down my legs, I knew his intentions weren't to push me just to guide me. His touch encouraged me to return the favour, plucking his clothes from his skin like feathers from a bird. Like the feathers that covered is shoulder.

My fingers touched the tattoo, stroking it softly as his hands slid up to my waist and warmed my skin. I could faintly hear the camera crew calling cut as the scene faded out of picture.

But he didn't just leave me vulnerable and alone on the set. He didn't pull his clothes back on and go off laughing with the guys.

He rubbed my arms like he had earlier and asked if I felt okay and I did. His smile reached my heart and the kiss to my cheek somehow felt more intimate than the way his tongue had pushed at my lips moments ago.

A blanket from the set was wrapped over my shoulders as he lead me away and kept talking to me, just being there for me.

He made me feel safe; comfortable.

[khakirnelm]

From an incorrect quote generator

If Melody was a human tho

Phoebe: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Melody: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Phoebe, desperately, as Melody bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Melody: Oh! B positive. Phoebe: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Melody:

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Phoebe: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Melody: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

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Phoebe: Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Melody, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Phoebe: Phoebe: fsh

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Phoebe: So what's for dinner? Melody, staring at the food she just burnt: Regret.

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Callie: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. Phoebe: Mine just says "Phoebe no." Callie: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

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Trevor: Not elegant enough to be a vampire, not jock enough to be a werewolf... Phoebe: Goblin it is.

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Trevor: My head hurts. Phoebe: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

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Computer: Please enter a password. Phoebe: *types in Melody* Computer: Your password is too weak. Phoebe: How fucking DARE YOU-

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Phoebe: So what are your political beliefs? Podcast: Well, I think Pikachu would be a lot more powerful if he had a gun.

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Callie: You spent all our money on THIS?? Gary, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

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Phoebe: Why are you on fire? Melody: This is just how my day is going.

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Podcast: Change is inedible.

Phoebe: Don't you mean inevitable?

Podcast, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

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Phoebe: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--

[translation: I’M SORRY]

Callie: What's that?

Phoebe: Remorse code.

Callie: I'm even angrier now.

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Phoebe: I don’t do relationships.

Melody: *exists*

Phoebe: Shit.

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Trevor: Kissing can burn 26 calories in a minute, wanna work-out with me? ;)

Lucky: Are you saying that I'm fat?

Trevor: No that's not what I meant I-

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Phoebe: Podcast... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

Podcast: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.

Phoebe:

Phoebe: I wrote sanitize, Podcast.

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Callie, tending to Trevor’s wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Trevor: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

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Peck: I'm going to ask you to be respectful. Phoebe: I will politely decline.

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Podcast: I’m having one of those things! A headache with pictures!! Phoebe: you mean an idea..? Podcast: MMMMHHMMM!!

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Phoebe: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Trevor: You need to stop.

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Phoebe: How did none of you hear what I just said? Callie: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Gary: I got distracted about halfway through. Trevor: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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If Melody was a human, again

Phoebe: HELP! I TOLD MELODY I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK! Trevor, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

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Podcast: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time? Phoebe: The car takes a screenshot. Trevor: For the last time, get the fuck out.

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Gary, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him Callie: You did WHAT– Phoebe: William Snakepeare

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Trevor: You look nice, I want to kiss you. Lucky: What? Trevor: I SAID IF YOU DIED, I WOULDN’T MISS YOU.

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Gary: The best revenge, really, is being nice! Podcast: [in the distance] Or murder.

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Gary: That’s one of my biggest fears. Like, if I ever woke up as a donut... Callie: You would eat yourself? Gary: I wouldn’t even question it.

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Phoebe: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO- Melody: It was me... Phoebe: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

[ghostbeam]

swore i could feel you through the walls | Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Dabi knows that he can’t leave you now. You belong to him, and he belongs to you, and the stars knew before either of you did. And Dabi can’t argue with fate, or destiny, or pure dumb luck, not that he wants to. He pulls your comforter up over his body. He’ll be here when you come home to him. In a place made for staying, Dabi thinks he will.

Notes: hiiiiii so this is an idea that has been bouncing around my head for like. Literal years ajsjsjsjs It’s always kind of been more of a horror idea and then I fanficified it and now it’s this! This was kind of a process and I rewrote and replanned and went over this over and over again but I think it is at a place that I am mildly happy with. It’s a completely ridiculous idea and I’m honestly a little insecure about it but fuck it!! Thanks for reading hope u enjoy<3 (title from Chinese satellite by Phoebe bridgers) listen to the playlist here!

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, f!reader, explicit content, yandere!dabi, stalking, Dabi hides in readers house without her knowledge, some paranoia, psychological abuse, slight yandere!reader, mentions of somnophillia but no actual instances of it, violence, non-consensual voyeurism (Dabi watches reader masturbate), unprotected sex, oral f!receiving, marking, biting (shoulder, neck), painplay, one mention of carving names into skin with no instance of it, mentions of blood (reader bites dabi’s neck and draws blood), use of good girl, mutual obsession

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He can’t breathe. 

Dabi runs from the low-ranked hero, surprisingly fast on his tail as the distance between the two becomes smaller and smaller. With his lungs burning, his skin irritated from quirk use, and the lack of help from his peers, Dabi realizes that he needs to find a way to lose the ice quirk user that is quickly gaining on him. 

Turning down a narrow alleyway, he’s disappointed to find that it’s a dead end. He pauses to catch his breath, keeping himself tucked tightly against the shadowy wall. Dabi surveys his surroundings, finding nothing but garbage before he looks up. He’s against an apartment building, he realizes, looking at the lights in the windows above him. 

All windows are lit except one.

Dabi doesn’t have the time to wonder about the owner, shaking his head and forcing himself up the fire escape, preparing himself to use his quirk if it comes down to it. He breaks the lock on the darkened window and shuffles inside. He falls over a stack of books that sits underneath the window, freezing on the floor as he listens for any movement throughout the walls. When he hears nothing, he stands from the floor and closes the window, creeping down the hall in search of the other rooms. There’s one bathroom and a bedroom with no one inside, and relief rushes over Dabi as he feels his shoulders relax.

Assuming you won’t be home for a while, Dabi makes his way back to the main room, turns the light on, and heads for the kitchen. He looks through your fridge for something to eat, pulling out a Tupperware of leftovers that he heats in the microwave. As he waits for the seconds to pass, he looks around the apartment. 

It sets in, then, how lived in the place is, shelves full of books, records and DVDs, art and photos against the walls, leaving almost no space for the blankness underneath. The kitchen is pink, he realizes, looking around and eyeing the various knickknacks shaped like mushrooms or kittens, unique magnets hang a mess of papers on the fridge beside post-it notes of reminders. 

He wants to hate it. It’s a complete mess, chaotic even, but he can’t bring himself to. He’s intrigued now. He ignores the beeping of the microwave and steps away from the kitchen, observing the various pictures on the walls. It’s not difficult to find the owner of the apartment, the face showing up in a multitude of snapshots. Your face.

As he looks at the walls, he finds himself stuck on you, the curve of your jaw, your lips, your eyes. You make his heart beat in his chest, excitement bubbling at the realization that he is standing in your home, in your space, right in the middle of your entire life. 

You’re beautiful. He feels his stomach drop.

The more he explores, the more he seems to like you. The Sargent print on your wall, the Rilke in your bookshelf, the numerous albums in your collection that he knows nothing about. He flips through the pages of your books, smiling at your annotations, the ink between the pages, and the tiny star you draw next to your favorite passages. He runs his fingers across the words over and over again, committing them to memory, the need to love the things you love burning in his chest. 

It’s not enough, he realizes, looking through just this room. He stalks down the hallway and turns the light to your bedroom on. And oh, how content he feels in here, a room clearly much more personal than the one out there. It’s a bit of a mess, with clothes on the floor and the bed like you’d changed out of many different outfits before leaving. The full-length mirror against your wall is peppered with postcards and pictures from magazines and those same post-it notes: call mom, pay the phone bill, need more cotton pads. So, you’re forgetful. Dabi smiles at the knowledge. 

There are string lights of stars hanging on your ceiling and lamps in the shape of flowers on your bedside table. Your bed is unmade and you have sheets with scatters of constellations on them. Your affinity for stars makes him smile, one more thing he’s found in common with you. 

It shocks him how interested he is in you, in all of the things that make up your little life. But the more he explores, the more he’s sure you’re made for him.

He looks through your closet, through your dresser, stuck rummaging through your underwear drawer. Every set of lingerie you have is some variation of blue, and Dabi can’t help but feel as though it’s for him. It’s all for him, your things, you. Fate, or the universe, or luck itself is on his side. He pockets a pair of panties that closely resembles his eyes before turning to your desk. More post-it notes are stuck to the surface, and there’s a notebook that he reaches for before your wall catches his eye. There are more photos, haphazardly taped up and not at all as organized as your living room, but he can tell they’re important to you: family photos, people he recognizes from films, rock singers, and—him. 

Dabi is on your wall.

The photo is one that went viral a couple of months back when he got into an altercation with one of the top ten heroes. He remembers the fight well because of how large his flames grew, and the damage that he did to the surrounding area, to the people, to the hero he was up against. He’s stood with his arms out in front of him, neon flames emanating from his palms as the moment in battle is frozen in time forever on your wall. You printed it out on photo paper and everything. He plucks it from its spot and turns it over. Your handwriting with his name and a heart is scrawled on the blank space. He runs a thumb over the heart, feeling his face warm up.

This isn't a mistake. You know who he is, and you’re a fan, not just of the photo itself, but of him. He wonders if you’re one of those weirdos he’s seen online with accounts dedicated to him, one of the anonymous boxes that engage in discussions about his quirk and identity, losers grasping at any detail they can that might bring them closer to the truth, or just to him in general.

But the more he thinks about it, the more excited he gets, thinking about you saving blurry pictures of his fights to your phone, watching youtube videos of him with shitty quality, and tweeting about him with stupid little emojis. He wonders if you dream of him, if you think of him while touching yourself, or if you fantasize about silly things like being a villain’s girlfriend. He likes thinking of you like this, just as obsessed with him as he’s becoming with you. 

Dabi doesn’t care what it’s called: divine intervention, cosmic love, soulmates. All are true; none capture how this feels. 

Your laptop is password protected and his name doesn’t work when he tries, so he moves on from your bedroom. Entering your bathroom, he looks through your medicine cabinet, analyzing your meds and products as he searches for every bit of information he can. He looks at the lipstick that sits on the counter and debates putting it on in the form of an indirect kiss but decides to pocket it instead. He sprays each and every one of your perfumes, deciding which is his favorite, and throwing the one he dislikes out the window he came through, watching it shatter against the cement.

He pulls back the shower curtain and begins to strip, turning the water on and letting the heat hit his worn-out body. He hasn’t felt water pressure this good in years. He uses your shampoo, your conditioner, your rose-scented soap, even though it’s sure to irritate his scars. He uses everything he can to be close to you, to smell like you, to have any piece of you even though you’re not here. 

When he’s done, he lays in your bed, against the sheets that you occupy every night except tonight, and stares up at the string lights above him. He picks up the stuffed bear with angel wings that sits against one of your pillows, caressing the ears between two fingers. He thinks about you, about the things he doesn’t know, details you don’t have plastered to your walls or hidden between pages of poetry books. He wants to know what makes you laugh, what makes you cry, how you’d look undone beneath him.

Dabi knows that he can’t leave you now. You belong to him, and he belongs to you, and the stars knew before either of you did. And Dabi can’t argue with fate, or destiny, or pure dumb luck, not that he wants to. He pulls your comforter up over his body. He’ll be here when you come home to him. In a place made for staying, Dabi thinks he will. 

He can finally breathe. 

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The keys to your apartment chime against your door as you move to unlock it, hoards of keychains rattling against each other as you push the heavy door open. It slams shut behind you and you toss your keys onto the kitchen counter, hauling your suitcase behind you. The familiar pang of loneliness hits you immediately as you look out over your crowded apartment. 

“I’m home.” You mutter softly, running your fingers over the plush fabric of your couch. 

No matter how much you try to distract yourself with books and posters and comfortable shag carpets, you still feel the same each time you come home to emptiness.

You roll your suitcase to your bedroom, deciding that unpacking is a job for the you of the future while the you of the present deserves to sink into the couch and watch tv. Your unmade bed catches your eye and you wonder if you’d forgotten to tidy up before you left to visit your mother. You don’t dwell on it, dragging your tired body to your couch and turning on your television. You flip through multiple channels before a name on the news catches your attention: Dabi.

Your obsession with the cremation villain seemingly happened overnight. The League of Villains had intrigued you due to their mission to dismantle hero society, a cause that resonated with you as a quirkless citizen. When Dabi joined the group, you were immediately interested in the aloof and mysterious fire quirk-user. You never stood a chance. You spent hours on message boards, gathering any and all information on the group as you could in order to feel closer to him. Your adoration never made much sense to those you talked to online with the lack of information available about the man. But as the League grew in popularity, details about Dabi became far more accessible to the general public. His true identity remained a mystery but two things you were certain of: his quirk came with a drawback in the form of his own body and fire got him excited. 

And now, the news anchor on your television was relaying the news that he had been seen around your neighborhood and still hadn’t been found. You feel your heart beat rapidly in your chest, excitement bubbling up as you think about the prospect of catching a glimpse of him in real life. Realistically, you know there’s no way that Dabi stuck around here, understanding the risks of staying in one place for too long as a wanted criminal, but the thought makes your stomach flip. You lean back against your couch, clutching the remote in one hand and letting out an excited giggle. For a moment, you’re grateful for the emptiness of your apartment, your embarrassing display of excitement only witnessed by you and you alone. 

You spend a few hours on LOV fan accounts and forums, hoping to find out any more details about the news, but most people online say it’s not worth looking into. Much like you thought, Dabi was most likely far away from your place by now.

Finding nothing, you stand up from your couch, stretching your arms above your head as you make your way to your bathroom. You turn on the shower and allow it to heat up as you find something to sleep in. When you return, you strip and step into the shower. Your mind wanders toward thoughts of Dabi as you stand underneath the water. You’re disappointed. The one weekend you leave town, the love of your life visits your building. The endless push and pull is frustrating. 

It’s something that’s happened to you time and time again, coming across the aftermath of an attack, or arriving somewhere that Dabi was rumored to have been seen. You keep missing him by mere seconds, and this is no different, though you aren’t exactly sure what you would do if you ever got a chance. 

After finishing up, you step out of the shower, take a towel from the hook on the wall and dry yourself off. You change into your clothes and reach towards your medicine cabinet before pausing. Drawn in the steam on the mirror is a heart. You stare at it, examining it closely. Had you drawn on the mirror the last time you showered? When was the last time you cleaned the mirror? You’re pulled from your thoughts by the sound of a loud bang coming from your living room. 

Without thinking, you rush towards the sound, spotting the door to your hallway closet slamming shut. You freeze where you stand at the end of the hallway, weighing your options before deciding you don’t have much time to think about it. Bolting to your kitchen, you pick up a large knife from its block, before carefully making your way back to your closet. With the knife in one hand, you turn the knob to the door, pulling it open in a hurry and holding the blade in front of you. You’re met with nothing but your own things, coats, and dresses that you never wear, a closet full of items left unused. Even when you push through the racks of clothes, you find nothing. 

Relief washes over you at the knowledge that you are in fact here alone. You lower the knife, allowing yourself to breathe as you calm down. You stare down at the weapon in your hand, scoffing. 

“What was I going to do with this?” You speak out loud. Even if somebody was in your home, could you really defend yourself? You’re quirkless, you aren’t trained in any sort of self-defense, and you’re not even sure you’d have the guts to actually stab someone. You shake your head, walking to your kitchen to put it back. 

You retreat to your bedroom, pulling back the covers of your unmade bed, clutching your bear in one arm, and staring up at the ceiling. 

Inside of your hallway closet, up against the wall, Dabi’s shoulders relax. He imagines you with your knife outside of the door, the scared expression on your face, one he could only see from in between your coat and the wall. Your eyebrows pinched up and your eyes wide, your bottom lip quivering ever so slightly. He takes pride in being the reason for that look. He pulls away from the wall, carefully sliding out of the closet and shutting the door behind him. He looks down the hallway, toward the door that you’ve left ajar. He wants to sneak in, watch your chest rise and fall, caress your cheek, and feel you lean into his touch, but he knows you're more than likely awake, still shaken up from his antics. 

He’ll be back tomorrow, anyway.

…

The encounters continue into the rest of the week. Doors creak open and things fall from shelves. You hear noises late into the night and find more hearts left on reflective surfaces, your mirrors, your television, your windows. 

With no sign of another living thing inside of your home with you, the only explanation you have left to give yourself is something paranormal, even if you aren’t sure of it yourself. 

And besides, you kind of like the idea of living with a ghost. This one seems to be in love with you. 

On top of all of the hearts, your ghost has knocked off books of love poems from your bookshelves, blasted Linger by The Cranberries from your speakers, and flipped through television channels to land on one playing In the Mood for Love. And when you fall asleep at night, just as you can feel yourself crossing the boundary between sleep and awake, you swear you can feel your bed dip beside you. 

You don’t hate it, and you aren’t scared, and sometimes it is comforting to know that you aren’t as alone as you always believed you would be. 

Dabi watches you most days. He watches you nap on your couch and laugh at your cell phone. He watches you parade around your home in nothing but your underwear and a t-shirt. He watches you concentrate on the novels you like to read, where a crease forms between your eyebrows as your eyes fly across the page. He watches you talk to yourself about anything and everything, about work, about television shows you enjoy, about him. 

He likes that you’re a complete mess in the morning, that you can barely keep yourself upright, let alone keep your eyes open while you brush your teeth. He likes that you spray the perfume he decided was his favorite all that time ago before you leave for the day. He likes that you sometimes switch between multiple different albums before settling on the one you like. He likes to watch you dance to them. He likes that he’s never heard of them before. He likes you. 

You’re a natural result of loneliness, much like he is. But where you filled your void with material things, stuff, Dabi left his empty and allowed it to grow. He would have thought it was foolish, the idea of filling that hole in him with anything other than anger and hurt, thoughts of revenge. Had he not fallen for you, maybe he would have hated you. The two had always felt so similar. 

You’re happy with him here, he notices, much happier than you had been that first night. You talk to him, your ghost. You ask him about the shows you watch, his opinion on your favorite albums, what shoes to wear to work. He’s a part of your life through knocks on the walls and highlighted lines in between the pages of your books and soft touches in the middle of the night. 

Dabi holds it all close to his Molotov heart and hopes that the ruin is worth it. 

…

You fall asleep almost immediately, exhausted from your busy day, one spent without your ghost. Dabi sneaks in late, caught up with league business for the past couple of days, and he misses you. 

He stares at your sleeping form against the night sky that is your sheets. He feels himself relax at the sight of you, realizing just how much it affects him to be away from you for too long. He takes his boots off at your bedroom door and walks in long strides toward you. He cups your cheek in one hand, running his thumb along your cheekbone, smiling at how you subconsciously lean into his touch.

Dabi moves to the other side of your bed, sliding in beside you. He does nothing but stare at the back of your head for a few minutes, gathering the courage to reach out and touch. He wants to hold you. He wants to do more than just lay beside you and listen to you breathe. 

He runs a hand up your arm, dragging his fingers against your skin. He wraps an arm around your midsection and pulls flush against his chest, feeling your body relax in his hold. He sneaks a hand up your sleep shirt and thumbs over the soft flesh of your stomach. Your hair smells like lavender shampoo, and it makes him nostalgic for that first night. 

A sudden sinking feeling settles in his stomach as he breathes you in, the guilt of barging into your life and bothering you to the point of delusion makes Dabi feel ill. You’re important to him now in a much deeper way than you were at the beginning. He doesn’t want to hurt you, at least not like this. 

“Dabi…” Your voice is soft, starry with sleep. He freezes against you. Your voice comes again, “Dabi.”

“It’s me, baby.” He whispers against your ear, unsure of just how awake you are.

“You’re so warm…Dabi…” You trail off, dragging the last syllable of his name. Your voice is so soft, breathy as you talk through sleep. He can feel his pants tighten at the sound from your lips. Fuck. He can’t stay here, not when you sound so sweet.

He could fuck you. He wants to. He’s not even sure you’d wake up. He’d pull pretty little moans from your throat, slotting himself between your thighs and sliding into you. You’d already be wet for him, and he’d watch your hands ball into little fists in your sleep. You’d chant his name like a prayer. He’d come deep inside of you and leave you to wake up the next morning with the evidence between your legs.

But he does not fuck you. He places a kiss to the side of your neck and pulls away from you despite the whine you let out as he detaches his body from yours. He leaves with every intention of never coming back. His ruin might be worth it, but yours isn’t. 

…

The lack of paranormal activity in your home is alarming, which is something you never thought you’d ever think about. Your ghost has been gone for weeks, and you’re afraid that you may have made it all up in your head. 

This possibility is one you dread, mainly because it has everything to do with your own sanity. If you had been imagining each event, drawing hearts in your mirrors, underlining passages in your books, and forgetting about it, you know that something has gone completely wrong. And you can’t blame it on anything outside of yourself. 

The idea that you’ve been pushed this far, that your own loneliness has you creating imaginary instances of a haunting, terrifies you. What terrifies you more is that you miss him and that you’re alone again. 

But you can’t think about it, or you know you’ll go insane, more so than you possibly already are. So you bury yourself in fuzzy blankets, and you play sad albums on your speaker, and you scroll through the same forums that comfort you in times like these. 

You know it’s pathetic, pining for someone who doesn’t know you exist, someone completely and wholly evil for all you know. A man you aren’t even sure has a heart. 

You think yours may be enough for the both of you, though.

Darkness falls over your living room in what feels like a matter of minutes, though you know it’s been hours since you first picked up your phone. Your record player has been playing the same scratchy hum that signifies the end of one side of an album. You lift your eyes from your phone screen to one of your living room windows, the one with the drawn heart in the bottom corner that you can’t bring yourself to clean off. You let your phone fall to your chest as you stare up at your ceiling and sigh. 

Your heart is a greedy, hungry thing and your mind is a tool to feed it. Through daydreams and delusion, through want, want, want. You can hide from the isolation for a while, but the pain always catches up. And tonight it hurts.

You fall onto your bed with a thud, and your phone drops beside you. There’s a dull ache underneath your skin, one all too familiar and unwanted by you. Why had he left you? His absence haunts you more than his presence ever did. 

Your phone buzzes against your sheets, a notification from one of the discussion sites you frequent lights up the screen, the subject being Dabi and the recent sightings in the city. The ache subsides. 

It’s a video of him, maybe the clearest one you’ve ever seen. He’s alone, and he’s talking to someone, or a bunch of someones, other villains. You can’t make out the words, but you can tell they’re not pretty by the way the men start to close in on him. The smile that crosses Dabi’s face is razor sharp, deadly, reaching up to his crazed eyes. You gasp when he knocks his head against one of the men’s noses. Another one punches him square in the jaw for it, and he stumbles back, touching a finger to the seam in his face. Dabi isn’t a fighter, not with his fists at least, and you’re wondering why he’s letting them get away with this. He goes to punch one of them but misses, and while he’s distracted by his own move, one of the men sends a kick to his stomach. You hear him groan before laughing, his head hanging low as he clutches the place he was hit. 

You feel hot suddenly, touching your face with your palm. You watch Dabi raise his head slowly, his laugh low and maniacal and unbelievably sexy. He licks the corner of his mouth before his hands spark with blue flames. He hurls his fire toward the men without a second thought, and that’s when the video ends. You let out a shaky breath, your heart pounding against your chest. You squeeze your thighs together as you restart the video. 

It’s embarrassing how much it turns you on, watching him grin at these men, holding their life in his hands. You like watching him do more than just wield his quirk, watching his head crack against the man’s nose, watching his fist fly through the air. Something has to be wrong with you, you’re sure of it, but you can’t focus on anything but Dabi and his hands. The way that they’d feel against your skin, how they’d feel in your mouth, how they’d feel pressing your hips into your mattress. You slide your hand down your body and underneath the band of your sleep shorts. You’re already wet.

Dabi climbs through your window, the one branded with his fingerprinted heart, the window that allowed him into your life all those weeks ago. Your lights are off, and he can’t see your figure asleep on the couch in the darkness, so you must be asleep. 

He promised himself he wouldn’t come back, promised you he wouldn’t. But it hurts without you, and the ache grows, the wanting. The fucking wanting.

He tried to bury it like he does everything else, tried to burn it to ash, drink it to death, beat it out of him. He’d let those guys get in a couple of good punches tonight just to feel something. Nothing works.

But you do. 

He takes careful steps down the hallway when he hears your voice. He freezes. You’re moaning. He feels his breath catch in his chest. Of all of the days spent watching you, Dabi has never seen you like this. Desperate, aching, calling his name.

He watches you through your cracked door, spread out on your bed with your phone clutched tightly in one hand. You’re no longer watching whatever was on your screen, but you’ve left it playing as you arch against your bed. 

“Dabi…” You mewl. He has to grab the door frame to keep himself steady at the sound. “W-want it.”

Fuck. How could he possibly leave you now? He palms himself through his jeans, watching you bring yourself closer and closer to the edge. He’s so hard that he might pass out. The puffs of air that fall from your lips as your legs shake have him holding back a groan. It isn’t until your noises become quiet that he realizes just what you’re watching. 

The sound of his own laugh echoes through the speaker on your phone, and he’s surprised by the pained moan that falls from your lips at the sound. 

It’s him. You’re watching him. Dabi holds back a groan. He’s careful to free himself from his pants without a sound, not that you would notice. You’re far too gone to acknowledge him right now. He could probably let out the noises that beg to be free of his throat, but he doesn’t risk it. He can’t do anything that could stop him from watching you come for him. 

Your hand is obstructed by your sleep shorts, and the same can be said for the hand that has now discarded your phone onto the pillow beside your head and reached underneath your shirt to pinch one of your pert nipples. You’re close now, and so is he, barely able to keep his breathing steady as he strokes his hand against his cock. 

He’d give anything to barge in now, pull you toward the edge of the bed, and sink into you without a care in the world. He wants to feel you tight around him, wants to kiss your neck and bite your skin and leave traces of himself everywhere. He wants to show you that you’re his, confirm what you’ve always known. 

But instead he watches you writhe against your bed with his name falling from your lips. “Dabi–fuck! Gonna–”

You come with a loud cry, hips twitching a way that has Dabi cursing under his breath. He spills into his hand immediately after, reaching for your wall to hold himself up as he tries to keep quiet. But when his hand meets the hard surface of the wall, it collapses out from underneath, realization dawning on him that he’s pushed your bedroom door shut with a harsh slam. 

At the sound of your door, you jolt up from your bed, the ecstasy of your orgasm quickly wearing off as you freeze. You listen for any other noises, and when you hear nothing, you slowly creep from your bed. Looking around your bedroom for some kind of weapon to protect yourself, you feel yourself growing panicked when you realize you have nothing. You tiptoe to your bedroom door, pushing your ear against the surface to listen to any sign of life on the other side. You hear nothing. 

With your heart beating out of your chest, you slowly pull the door open, sticking your head out and looking down your dark hallway. There’s nobody there, and you wonder if this was yet another paranormal encounter after weeks of nothing. 

A sinking feeling in your gut tells you that there’s nothing paranormal at all about your experiences. 

You walk back to your bed in a daze, tucking yourself back under the covers and staring out your bedroom window. The video of Dabi continues to play on your phone, and you make no move to shut it off. You fall asleep to the sound, his crazed laughter somehow comforting to you in this moment. 

The sinking feeling doesn’t leave you the next morning, and there’s no sign of another human in your apartment as you check all of your windows and doors. It all makes you feel uneasy, the creeping suspicion that it’s all in your head. You’re completely alone. You have no one to confide in, and even if you did, you’re sure they’d think you're insane or an idiot for allowing any of it to go on for so long without question. 

You have no clue what to do or where to start, but you want whatever it is, ghost or not, gone. 

…

The idea is ridiculous. You know that. 

You know, standing in your living room with the ouija board you’ve just purchased sitting on your coffee table, that you are being completely ridiculous. 

“If this works, then great. Then ghosts are real.” You speak aloud to nothing. “Then I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy.”

Your eyes flitter to the bottle of raspberry wine you bought on your way home, something you know is sweet and easy to drink quickly. You’ll finish the bottle in no time. You reach for it, pouring a good amount into your glass and taking a large gulp. You hold the glass to your chest, breathing in and shivering at the cool sensation against your skin. The board sits on the table, and you let out a chuckle of disbelief. 

Dabi stares at you from the darkness of your hallway. He’s been in your home since before you arrived with your children’s game and your sugary wine. You’ve been on edge for days, and Dabi knows he has everything to do with it. Still, he watches you quietly, taking in the last moments of invisibility before he has to tell you. 

You’re still staring at the board. You take another gulp of your wine and look out of the window that he climbed through. The strap of your spaghetti strap tank top is falling down. He thinks of the painting that hangs on your wall. You’re Sargent’s Madame X. He’s going to ruin your life.

“They sell those things in toy stores, you know.” He finally speaks. It all happens in slow motion: the quick jolt of your shoulders in surprise at the sound, your glass falling to the floor and shattering against your carpet, the scream that falls from your lips. 

Then suddenly, you’re looking at him, and he is looking at you, and your hand is frozen in mid-air like the glass is still in your hand. He looks down at the mess, “Shame. That ugly carpet was kind of growing on me.”

“Dabi…” Realization dawns on your face as you say his name. He looks up at you again, before turning his attention back to the mess on your carpet. He holds an arm out and beckons you toward him. 

“C’mere. You’ll cut yourself.” He tells you. You don’t move. He watches your chest rise and fall, frozen where you stand, unable to think about anything other than getting away. He watches your eyes flicker to your front door. 

It happens quickly, nothing like before, climbing over your couch and rushing as fast as you can toward your escape. He almost loses you, tripping over his feet as he reaches for you. You barely touch the handle before his arm wraps around your waist in a tight grip. You’re both panting, his breath hot against your ear. 

“What? You aren’t excited to see me?” He questions. It’s not like he expected you to accept him with open arms, but he didn’t think you’d run from him. 

“It was you?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. How are you meant to feel about any of this? It’s what you wanted, right? All the times you missed each other, all those days spent disappointed that you weren’t just a little earlier or a little later. And here he is, in your home, with you, with his arms wrapped around you, no less. And you want to run? What bothers you the most is that you aren’t as scared as you should be.

“Your ghost?” He questions with humor in his words. You feel his grip tighten around you before he speaks again. “Are you disappointed?”

His voice is much softer than he intended it to be, nervousness finding its way through the mask of carelessness he so carefully hides behind. It calms your nerves, the idea that he’s just as unsure of this as you are. 

“I’m scared.” You admit. 

“Of me?” 

“I don’t know yet.” You say. He loosens his grip, arms falling to his sides as he lets you go. You step away quickly, turning to look at him while keeping a good amount of distance between the two of you. 

“I’m not–I won’t hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.” He speaks, holding his hands up. “I would never–”

“Why?” Looking at him, standing in your kitchen, his hands up in surrender, his eyes pleading, Dabi is just a man. You know this, you’ve always known this. It’s why your obsession with him is as strong as it is because, underneath all of the flames, he’s alone just like you are. 

“Because you’re mine.” He sighs because he knows he must sound insane, and his answer doesn’t seem to soothe the worried look on your face. “And you know it. You do, because I’m on your fucking walls, and you stalk me like a little weirdo on your phone. You–you’re made for me.”

“Made for you?” You ask incredulously as if this isn’t the exact moment you’ve been fantasizing about since the first time you ever laid eyes on the flame user. 

“Look, I didn’t think any of it was real, none of that soulmate shit people make up so that they have something to hold onto. But, fuck, I had never felt the way I did when I climbed through your window that night.” He speaks frantically like he’s trying to convince you, prove to you that what he’s saying is the truth. “You saved me, and you don’t even know it.”

You soften, “I saved you?”

“None of this would've happened if things had gone a little differently that night. I wouldn’t know you, and you could go back to your normal life with your pictures and your books and your forums, but it didn’t so I’m here. And isn’t that something?”

“I’m just…confused.” You explain. “You’re you, and I’m sure you’ve gathered by now how embarrassingly obsessed with you I am–”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“Why?” He questions, leaning forward. “Does it get you all hot and bothered like that night with the video of me getting my ass kicked? That was cause of you, by the way.”

“You have to understand how fucked this is. You get that, right?” You aren’t afraid anymore. You’re angry, a little hurt, but most of all excited. Made for him. He’s probably right. 

“Yeah?” He questions, taking another step. You do back away, but he continues to follow you. “I think you like it. I think your life was so goddamn boring before me, so lonely. My little tricks made you so happy, baby.”

“Fuck you.” You spit, because he’s right, and you hate it. His hand comes up to hold your jaw with one hand, his fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly. 

“C’mon…” He tuts, leaning down to your height, “You used to be so sweet for me, snuggling up to me while you slept. You can’t hide from me. I know everything about you. And those feelings that you have for me don’t change in a matter of minutes just because I did something fucked up. I’m a villain, sweetheart, and you know it.”

“So what?” You ask. “You’re in love with me or something?” 

You want to hear him say it. You want him to tell you it’s more than obsession, more than the excitement of scaring you. 

“It’s not obvious?” He asks, releasing your jaw from his tight grip and running his thumb against your cheek to soothe you. “You ruin me.”

You shake your head, “Say it.”

“I love you.” He grins. “Kiss me.”

You do. 

It shouldn’t feel as romantic as it does. With him pushing your hips into your kitchen counter, his lips so soft against yours, you forget all of it. None of it matters to you, anyways. Maybe it’s the worst way for any of this to happen. Maybe it’s the only way.

He pulls away, watching your eyes flutter open, your lips swollen from his kiss. You’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, and you’re touching his face without a hint of disgust. You’ve always been his. He surges forward, catching you off guard and pulling you into another kiss, this one much more hurried and desperate. You gasp when he presses into you, the growing bulge in his jeans hard against your thigh. He takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth, earning a choked whine from your lips. You struggle to keep up with him, with his hands everywhere. You’re overwhelmed. 

“Dabi, wait.” You speak for the split second that he pulls away. He shakes his head, kissing down your jaw as you try to catch your breath.

“Can’t.” He speaks in between kisses. “You’re–I need you. Please, please, I’m–”

You bring your hands to the sides of his face, pulling him away from your neck to look at you. “Dabi. Hey.”

“Hi.” He speaks, unable to resist the urge to press his lips to yours in a quick peck before pulling away again. It makes you smile, though, so he does it one more time. “This is what you wanted, right? You wanted me?”

“I think there is something very, very wrong with me.” You say because you have to acknowledge it, at the very least. You want him so bad it burns. 

“Yeah, me too.” He kisses you again. “Made for me, remember?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, “maybe I am.”

“You are.” He says against your lips. “You are, you are, you are.”

You’re in your bedroom before you have any time to think about it, your back against your sheets as Dabi hovers over you. He pauses, his frantic movements from moments ago now at a standstill as he stares down at you. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” You speak without hesitance. 

“Yeah?” He slots his hips in between yours, running a hand up the side of one of your thighs as you make room for him. “All mine, huh? Gonna let me keep you?”

“Uh huh.” You nod. “You can keep me.”

“Good.” He drags his lips down the column of your neck. “My girl’s so good for me, yeah?”

You’re unable to answer, though you don’t know if you’re supposed to. His hands move from your hips to your backside, grinding you against his length. You gasp, grasping his shoulders for stability as he sucks on your neck.

“Gotta mark you up, baby.” He speaks against your skin. He sucks your skin harshly, biting and nipping different areas of your neck. It’s a sensation you’ve never experienced, all your senses heightened at the knowledge that it’s him who’s touching you. “Show them who you belong to, show them you’re mine.”

“Please!” You whine, arching your back into him as he bites down, hard, on the juncture of your neck. You feel him smile against your skin, kissing over the bite. He begins to lower himself down your body, kissing down the valley of your breasts over your top. He pushes your shirt up as he presses open-mouthed kisses to your stomach. 

“Maybe I’ll carve my name right here, yeah?” He questions, lips against your hip. “You can do the same to me.”

When his eyes flicker up to yours, you feel your breath catch in your throat. It’s all you’ve ever wanted, every silly little fantasy you’ve ever had come true. “You’d want that? My name?”

“Fuck, of course, I would.” He groans, pushing himself back up to eye level with you. His hands rest on the mattress on each side of your head, his eyes searching your face. “Want you all over me. I want you forever.”

You wrap your hands around the back of his neck and pull him down to you in a bruising kiss. Pushing at his chest, you hook your leg around his waist to switch positions, straddling his lap as your tongue swirls in his mouth. You pull away to look at him, his eyes blown wide with need. He’s so fucking beautiful. You want him forever, too.

You rise to a sitting position, Dabi’s hands kneading the flesh of your thighs as you stare down at him. You push his shirt up and he pulls it over his head in seconds. You run your hands over his chest and abdomen, feeling his scars and the staples that hold him together under your fingertips. 

“I think I wanna mark you too.” You speak, leaning down to kiss him again. “Want you to be mine.”

“I am yours.” He speaks without hesitation. He sucks in a harsh breath when your lips meet the unscarred skin of the left side of his chest. You place soft kisses there before biting down. He cries out, bucking his hips up into yours. “I’ll give you–fuck–everything.”

You continue to leave marks over his skin, satisfied with the noises you're pulling from Dabi. You run your fingers over his hips lightly. You think you would like your name there. Dabi takes the hem of your shirt between his fingers, urging you to pull the fabric from your body. He rises from his position on the bed, running a hand up the length of your spine as he pulls you close. He kisses you once more, moving his hands to your hips to help you grind down on him. 

Pulling away, he trails his lips down your neck, burying his face in your chest. He wraps his lips around your nipple, tweaking the other between his fingers as he looks up at you. You cry out, rapidly grinding against him. He continues to play with your chest, kissing you with fervor and groaning into your mouth. 

“C’mere.” He speaks against your lips, wrapping an arm around your waist and moving to lay you down on the bed. He hovers over you, slowly pushing his hips against yours in a way that makes you cry out. “Gonna take care of you, okay?”

He slowly makes his way down your body, slipping his fingers underneath the band of your pants and pulling them down along with your underwear. You push your knees together, staring up at him as shakes his head. 

“Don’t hide.” He commands softly, pulling your thighs apart. His tongue peaks through his lips for a moment before he speaks again. “Been thinking about this since that night. M’sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean to slam the door.”

He runs his hands up your thighs, eyeing your sex as he lowers himself back down. You let out a breathy laugh, “you didn’t?”

“No.” He chuckles against the inside of your thigh, kissing your skin. “It was an accident.”

“Oh, my god.” You giggle, cut off by the feeling of his teeth sinking into your thigh. You gasp, trying to pull away, but his grip on you is tight. He kisses over the mark, eyes finding yours with a warning. 

He licks a strip from your entrance to your clit, and you throw your head back, resting your hand on top of his head before he pulls back. 

“Look at me.” He speaks, bringing one hand up to run a finger through your folds. You’re already a complete mess, and he feels pride in knowing he’s the reason. He’s always the reason. “Keep your eyes on me, or I’ll stop.”

You nod, wiggling your hips to urge him to continue. He chuckles softly at your desperation before burying his face between your legs again. His tongue runs along your folds in long slow strokes, your hips jolting at the stimulation. No research, or video, or fantasy you had about the man between your legs could have ever prepared you for what this feels like. 

Your moans spur him on as he tastes you, the knowledge that he’s the reason for your pleasure more rewarding than anything else. He wraps his lips around your clit and you cry his name. You feel your orgasm building as he continues to lap up your juices, his grip on your thighs tight as he holds you open for him. 

“Dabi! Dabi! I’m–” you let out a strangled moan as you grind your hips against his tongue, “fuck–coming! I’m coming.”

Your hips jolt at the pleasure, the feeling of his mouth still on your sex guiding you through your orgasm. He slows his strokes, running the flat of his tongue against you as you calm yourself. The movement of your hips slow as you watch Dabi still buried between your legs. You catch your breath as he tongues your cunt, cerulean eyes staring up at you as you twitch from the overstimulation. He pulls away from your sex with a wet smack, rising to capture your lips with his. 

He pulls away, “call me Touya.”

“Huh?” You ask, chasing his lips again. He kisses you slow and deep, his tongue swirling against yours as he pushes his hips against yours. You groan against his mouth.

“Touya. It’s my name.” He says, placing soft kisses against your jaw. “My real name.”

Touya. His name is Touya. You know Dabi’s real name. You get to say his real name, keep that knowledge locked inside of your heart, a secret between the two of you. The reveal makes you feel closer to him, an equal exchange for all of the time he spent inside of your home without your knowledge, though you know it’s really not. You’ll take it, anyways.

“Where’d you go, baby?” He whispers against your lips. “Did the obsessed little freak inside you get excited?”

“Says you.” You scoff. 

“Made for each other, right?” He speaks before kissing you again. The kiss is hungry, frantic as his lips consume yours. He fumbles with the studded belt around his waist, pulling away from you only to rid himself of his jeans. 

His cock is hard against your entrance, the warmth of him overwhelming as he shifts his hips over yours. He runs his hands up the outside of your thighs, rough hands smoothing over your flesh while he kisses you again. You whimper against his lips, a silent plea for him to do more than grind against you. 

“Shhh, let me–wanna remember this.” He wraps a hand around the base of his cock, running the head through your folds as you try to keep your breathing steady. “Gonna take my time with you.”

Touya leans down to kiss your neck, sucking over the already tender marks he left before, hoping to keep them there for longer, the evidence of him on your skin in the ache he leaves behind. You pant as he continues to grind his hips against yours, arching your back and pushing yourself closer to him as he continues his assault on your neck. Pulling away, he lines himself up with your entrance, staring down at you just inches away from your face. 

“Kiss me.” He speaks. “Kiss me, please.”

When you kiss him, he sinks into you, swallowing your moans with his lips and slipping his tongue into your mouth as he stretches you. You catch your breath as he pulls away, adjusting to the size of him as he slowly pumps in and out of you. 

“Touya.” You breathe, your hands running through his hair as he pushes into you deeper. A contented smile falls across his face as he feels you move your hips against his. “Feels–mm–good.”

“Yeah? Good. S’all I want. Just want you to feel good.” He says as his hips slowly begin to change pace. Maybe it’s the fact he spent weeks scaring you into delusion, or the fact that he can’t get the way you look when you come out of his head, but your pleasure has become his ultimate goal. He wants to watch you come undone again and again on his cock, disregarding his own needs as you're pushed over the edge over and over. He thinks he’d like you to use him, but for now, Touya wants to take care of you. 

He speeds his pace up, gripping your hips in his rough hands as he pounds into you. He’s getting carried away, you realize, as his hold becomes bruising, his kiss, starved. It all feels so good with his hands all over you and his lips so desperate. He needs you and he doesn’t hide it, and with every action, Touya shows you just how much.

“It’s so much! Too much!” Not enough, you think. You cry out as he presses into you deep, pushing in and out of you with long slow strokes, his cock hitting just the spot that has you seeing stars. He groans, feeling you clench around him as he moves. 

“Take it.” He commands, thrusting into you. “I know you can. You’re so–fuck–good for me.”

You whine, arching into him and pulling him down for another sloppy kiss. He can’t get enough of you, and you’re completely his. He’ll keep you. He’ll take you with him, make a little villain out of you, keep you nice and fucked out on his cock forever. All of his plans, his goals, the one thing he’s worked toward since becoming Dabi, now include you. You have a real role in his life, one that’s meant to stay, one that means forever. 

You’re close. He can tell, and he feels himself being brought to the edge just as quickly as you are. His pace quickens as he thrusts in and out of you, bringing one hand to your lips, feeling you suck two fingers into your mouth before he reaches down between your bodies to play with your clit. You gasp, burying your face in his neck and biting down. You’ve drawn blood, Touya thinks, feeling the pain spread from the wound. He groans, thrusting harder and faster.

“Fuck, s-sorry!” You cry, though your words are hurried and jumbled.

“Don’t apologize, baby.” He tells you, panting above you. He runs his thumb against your bottom lip, a faint trace of blood smeared across the inside. He smiles, kissing you and reveling in the faint taste of copper. “You wanted to mark me.”

“Touya, I’m–hah–gonna come!” You cry, moving your hips against his frantically. 

“I know, I know.” He coos, swiping his fingers over your puffy clit. “Come for me. Wanna see it.”

Your voice comes out loud and chokes, the end of his name dying on your lips as your hips jolt from the pleasure and your back arches against your sheets. Touya doesn’t stop thrusting, chasing his own orgasm as he watches your face contort in the same way it had before.

“Need to fill you up. Need to make you mine.” He groans, thrusting quickly. 

“I’m yours, I’m yours. Please! I wanna feel it!” You whine. You feel him spill inside of you, warmth flooding your insides as he slows his pace. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him against you. He kisses you again, tongues swirling against each other as he stills on top of you. 

“Stay.” You breathe, pulling away from his lips and feeling his head fall against you. 

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” He whispers through labored breath. “So don’t try.”

“Never. You said you’d keep me.” You remind him, feeling him smile against your skin. He rises from where he lays, staring down at you with nothing but adoration. You really are made for him. Cosmic love, divine intervention, soulmates. Touya should have known.

“Always.” He kisses your lips, your nose, both of your cheeks. 

“Say it.” You command softly. 

“I love you.” He grins. “Kiss me.”

You do. 

[cookiecrumbconundrum]

the quiet closing & opening of a door

star map with action figures, carl phillips | dungeon meshi | true believer, nicholas sparks | unknown | garden song, phoebe bridgers | the girl on the couch, pang xunqin | little fires everywhere, celeste ng | somewhere, there’s a party, holly warburton | bianca sparacino

[thetenthsunrise]

the horizon in your eye -- character art/introductions

An intro to (most of) Jango's children in my AU, the horizon in your eye. Most of this art is a over year old, so bear with me, please. And yes, I know that I'm missing Boba and Omega, but I just never got around to them, lol.

All under the cut!

Bacara || The Silence

song: Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd

As Jango Fett’s eldest son, the often quiet Bacara serves as a lynchpin for his family. His truest loyalty is to his family, no matter the circumstances…or the danger of that loyalty. 

Kote || The Glory

song: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, Neutral Milk Hotel

Kote–known to some as Cody–finds himself grappling with destiny and his own will as legends make themselves known. 

Fox || The Pawn

song: What I’ve Done, Linkin Park

Calculated and proud, Fox is forced into the position of Marshal Commander of The Coruscant Guard. There, he uncovers the heart of the war and struggles with his own role. 

Wolffe || The Anger

song: The Black Dog, Taylor Swift

Wolffe is Jango’s fourth son and the one who is said to have inherited the worst of his father’s qualities. Despite his brashness, however, Wolffe has never backed down from any fight he deems worthy. 

Ponds || The Regret song: No Complaints, Noah Kahan

Despite being the right hand man to one of the most famous Jedi, Ponds often allows himself to slip into the background, content to be a watcher. But it is him who creates the first cracks in their family, as enemies to their throne seek to gain an advantage. 

Bly || The Lover

song: This Must Be the Place (Naïve Melody), The Lumineers

Bly is a man driven by desire and love. When duty and this love interact, he finds himself at an impasse, torn between his role as a Commander and his status as a brother and a lover. 

Rex || The Eyes

song: Fallen Fruit, Lorde

Bearing the jaig eyes, Rex is known for his courage and his unrelenting spirit. However, as the war drags on, he finds himself facing loss after loss and the weight of being both a brother and a commanding officer. 

Kix || The Hands

song: ilomilo, Billie Eilish

Kix is a healer at heart, and has been put into the Medic Corps in order to make full use of his skills. Calm, level-headed, and distinctly rational, Kix serves as a foundation within the ranks of the 501st. 

Jesse || The Loyal

song: Dog Days Are Over, Florence + The Machine

Jesse is a man who has never quite forget the original purpose he was bred for. He joins the fight out of loyalty to not only his home, but out of a desire to fulfil his purpose and find something else to fight for. 

Fives || The Revelation

song: 42, Coldplay

Fives is not a man who can easily be told no. Every loss he suffers only serves to drive the young man further, giving him purpose and reason…but endangering him all the same. 

Echo || The Lost

song: Last Words of a Shooting Star, Mitski

Echo, contrary to the seemingly endless movement of his twin, is a man caught in a stasis of his own making. Having never forgotten what happened to Kamino, Echo seeks to move forward and make a new life for himself. 

Dogma || The Fire

song: Don’t Ask, Just Let Me Know

Dogma is named for his own rigidity and adherence to the rules, no matter the cost. However, he still seeks to create an identity for himself, one removed from both his father and Kamino. 

Tup || The Tears

song: Funeral, Phoebe Bridgers

As Jango Fett’s third youngest, Tup has often found himself struggling with the passage of time. When the fight turns against him though, it is he who his family rallies around. 

anyways. thats that. sorry this is a mile long LMAOOOO

[fyeahaudiodrama]

Happy @podcastgirlsweek to all who celebrate! While I haven't had the time to properly work on fics (and probably won't this week because oops, hurt my hands yesterday) I still wanted to take the time to highlight some favorite podcast girlies along with everyone else!

The prompt for Monday is highlighting podcasts with women in the leading roles, so here's a few of mine (and hopefully, some new ones of yours if you don't know them yet):

Back Again, Back Again: Ilyaas, you absolutely fantastic disaster of a fantasy ace, never stop trying.

Breathing Space: While the show is anthology with a rotating cast, some of my favorites from across its run include:

Evie Yuriskin

Amity Archer

Any characters who were introduced one episode and then started referring to each other as "my wife" by the end or by their next appearance

Camlann: Some apocalypse survivors interpret dangerous dreams about dark magic to cope. Some knit sweaters. Both are valid and should kiss.

City of Ghosts: Featuring the grungy, disgruntled, tormented-by-visions LADY detective of your dreams.

Desperado: Take note - give your ladies knives. And god powers. And witchcraft. And a sniper rifle, for good measure.

Do You Copy?: I think [REDACTED] deserves three weeks of paid vacation

Fawx & Stallion: Madge Stallion is THE moment. She's six feet tall. She can't stop making innuendos. She's not your fucking Mrs. Hudson (although, she is - no, I shan't say).

Hi Nay: Mari & Laura are my everything - the loving and self-sacrificing hero and the newfound friend who chooses to stand by her side (fire axe and all).

Inn Between: Oh, my Inn Between girlies, where do I start? Fina and Betty, the OGs and life partners that even death couldn't stall? Rosie and Zara, the new best pals who chose to stay together? Phoebe, just one step at a time learning what she deserves and what she doesn't? All impeccable, A+.

It Makes A Sound: Any show focused on music is going to be a slam dunk for me, but Deirdre's quest to reclaim her memories as well as those that tied her to her mother is so damn real and compelling.

The Kingmaker Histories: No female character in this show has ever done anything wrong. Colette gets a migraine pass. Ariadne can turn people inside out. Daphne is owed this for working in a theme park.

Life With LEO(h): Janiiiiiine, so messy and smart and dedicated and she cares so much, I love yoooooou.

Me and AU: Kate's worries and desires and doubts are some of the realest out of any audio drama so when do I find an Ella too

Palimpsest: My faaaaavorite gothic horror anthology, each one fresh with a different brand of haunted, tormented, secret-keeping (and quite frequently gay) gothic protagonist

The Pasithea Powder: Jane and Sophie. Sophie and Jane. What more could you need? <3

The Silt Verses: Women who start cults/leave cults/seek an end to the endless cycle of meaningless sacrifice as so valid. For all your wet cat(fish) woman needs.

Second Star to the Left: Because I always love a good Ishani performance. Hi Gwen, please tell Boots I love them.

Small Victories: You want sad wet cat women? How about one that literally can't stop self-sabotaging (but at least manages to draw the line at sabotaging others...occasionally). She even gets stabbed!

Starfall: I mean, kind of a given, but anyway, Leona definitely exists because she's the kind of action protagonist woman I always wanted - one that could be unapologetically powerful, but still full of flaws and desires (especially ones that weren't about falling in love and minimizing her own strengths). She's even autistic!

Stories From Ylelmore: Keryth! Keryth, Keryth, Keryth! She reminds me so much of the kinds of characters I would make up when I was younger - I love her and her small magic so dearly.

The Strange Case of Starship Iris: Hi queer space pirates <3

Unseen: Another anthology show, but Harry Winters and Never-Ending Circles remains one of the most perfect premiere episodes I've ever heard in audio drama.

The Way We Haunt Now: Get your podcast ladies here, dead or alive!

We Fix Space Junk: My favorite type of repairman is a woman who could kick my ass.

Wolf 359: I don't think I need say much more here - y'all know and love 'em just as much as I do.

[areyoudreaminof]

Like a Bright New Dream: Feysand 2.0

Did you all really think I wouldn't make a playlist for @officialfeysandweek?

From boot-knocking to their friendship, Feysand just reminds me what I love so much about this series. A couple that are truly partners and bring out the best in each other.

As always, deep dive under the cut!

The Warmth-Paris Paloma

It can't hurt me It's still there, but it can't now, the warmth's returning The warmth is coming back, and now, no, it can't hurt me It's still there, but it can't now, the warmth's returning

Here My Love-Jessica Pratt

He's sincerely worn this weary heart Here my love, near my love Try to keep my worries safe from where they'll do you harm But I can't be sure, endeavors I'm depending on Your love had a tender tone, would ease my own Fear my love, here my love

Head Over Feet-Alanis Morissette

You've already won me over In spite of me And don't be alarmed if I fall Head over feet And don't be surprised if I love you For all that you are I couldn't help it It's all your fault

All In Good Time-Iron and Wine & Fiona Apple

Dancing 'til we both collapse Wishing we could hide our tracks Something wants to eat us all Alive

Moon Girl-Ha Vey

Find me barefoot on the hillside swinging Pray down on your knees I'll keep all of your secrets tied up, up 'Cause I'm enveloped by the stars And I want you as you are Take me easily so far As I can dance to your guitar

Hearts a Mess-Gotye

Pick apart the pieces of your heart And let me peer inside Let me in where only your thoughts have been Let me occupy your mind as you do mine

Your heart's a mess You won't admit to it It makes no sense, but I'm desperate to connect And you, you can't live like this

Snooze-SZA

I'll touch that fire for you I do that three, four times again, I testify for you Long as you dreamin' 'bout me, ain't no problem I don't got nobody, just with you right now Tell the truth, I look better under you I can't lose when I'm with you How can I snooze and miss the moment? You just too important Nobody do body like you do

Black Mambo-Glass Animals

Slow down, it’s a science He’s been waiting to bring you down Snake eyed with a sly smile He can hold you and shake you child Leopards laze each on plush pillows Slender capes of red and chrome Paperback dreams in their deep doze Twitch their toes to black mambo

Witches-Alice Phoebe Lou

You've got this golden way of making my body sway Of making my mind fly away, of making it fly It's the world I love to be in Come on, let's go high above the ceiling Oh, we could be feeling, oh, what we could be feeling

2001-Foals

Oh, now the sun is up, high in the sky Lost in the sugar rush, violet sky Beachside candy cane, blue tongues in summer rain

I've been waiting all day inside Waiting for a summer sky When we run wild, we'll come up for air and go under again I've been waiting all day inside

Strawberry Swing-Coldplay

People movin' all the time Inside a perfectly straight line Don't you wanna just curve away? When it's such, it's such a perfect day It's such a perfect day Now the sky could be blue, I don't mind Without you, it's a waste of time Could be blue, I don't mind Without you, it's a waste of time Well, the sky could be blue, could be grey Without you, I'm just miles away

Adorn-Miguel

These lips (Would you be my f—) Can't wait to taste your skin (My friend, my freak) Baby, no, oh, no (Would you be my friend, my freak?) And these eyes, yeah I can't wait to see your grin (Art dealer chic) Just let my love Just let my love adorn you

Die For You-The Weeknd

Even though we're goin' through it And it makes you feel alone Just know that I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah The distance and the time between us It'll never change my mind 'cause Baby, I would die for you

Love You For A Long Time-Maggie Rogers

Came in like a vision from the old west wind Like a bright new dream that I was steppin' in I saw your face, and I knew it was a sign And I still think about that moment All of the time You know that I could never make this up I found the reason and I'm not givin' it up I felt the fever, and I knew it was mine Oh I'm gonna love you for a long time

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[d1lfenthusi4st]

here are songs that are over five minutes long, for you people who have a kink for long songs (me)

- purple rain - prince (8:41)

- just the two of us - grover washington jr and bill withers (7:18)

- passenger - deftones (6:08)

- rosemary - deftones (6:53)

- cruel world - lana del rey (6:39)

- the blackest day - lana del rey (6:05)

- venice bitch - lana del rey (9:37)

- a&w - lana del rey (7:13)

- kintsugi - lana del rey (6:18)

- wild heart - stevie nicks (6:09)

- beauty and the beast - stevie nicks (6:04)

- i don’t care - stevie nicks (6:09)

- you missed my heart - phoebe bridgers (6:57)

- day after tomorrow - phoebe bridgers (6:05)

- waiting room - phoebe bridgers (6:33)

- babycame home 2/valentines - the neighbourhood (6:30)

- wiped out - the neighbourhood (6:13)

- if i believe you - the 1975 (6:20)

- i like it, when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it - the 1975 (6:26)

- endless, nameless- nirvana (6:43)

- paranoid android - radiohead (6:27)

- daydreaming - radiohead (6:24)

- babe, im gonna leave you - led zeppelin (6:42)

- you shook me - led zeppelin (6:28)

- dazed and confused (6:28)

- how many more times - led zeppelin (8:27)

- the lemon song - led zeppelin (6:19)

- since i’ve been loving you - led zeppelin (7:24)

- stairway to heaven - led zeppelin (8:02)

- when the levee breaks - led zeppelin (7:08)

- the rain song - led zeppelin (7:39)

- voodoo chile- jimi hendrix (14:59)

- 1983 - jimi hendrix (13:39)

- map on a wall - lucy dacus (7:28)

- night shift - lucy dacus (6:31)

- nerves - bauhaus (7:07)

- burning from the inside - bauhaus (9:21)

- i still love you - kiss (6:06)

- the summoning- sleep token (6:35)

- ascensionism - sleep token (7:08)

- take me back to eden- sleep token (8:20)

- scissors - slipknot (8:23)

- skin ticket - slipknot (6:41)

- switch - siouxsie and the banshees (6:57)

- night shift - siouxsie and the banshees (6:04)

- blow the house down - siouxsie and the banshees (6:59)

- lover you should’ve come over - jeff buckley (6:44)

- everyday people - jeff buckley (6:20)

- just like a woman - jeff buckley (6:28)

- grace extended version - jeff buckley (6:26)

- calling you - jeff buckley (7:43)

- dream of you and i - jeff buckley (7:40)

- soon - my bloody valentine (6:58)

- only tomorrow - my bloody valentine (6:21)

- who sees you - my bloody valentine (6:12)

- barbarism begins at home - the smiths (6:53)

- meat is murder - the smiths (6:13)

- the queen is dead - the smiths (6:27)

- how soon is now - the smiths (6:48)

- magic spells - crystal castles (6:06)

- wake up - rage against the machine (6:04)

- freedom - rage against the machine (6:06)

- maggies farm - rage against the machine (6:34)

- hard feelings/loveless - lorde (6:07)

- light my fire - the doors (7:09)

- the end - the doors (11:43)

- when the musics over - the doors (10:59)

- the soft parade - the doors (8:34)

- l.a. woman- the doors (7:51)

- riders on the storm - the doors (7:14)

- soma - the smashing pumpkins (6:38)

- speechless - beyonce (6:00)

- all too well - taylor swift (10:13)

- waiting for the night - depeche mode (6:07)

- enjoy the silence - depeche mode (6:12)

- opera house - cigarettes after sex (6:05)

- christian woman - type o negative (8:58)

- black no. 1 - type o negative (11:15)

- bloody kisses - type o negative (10:56)

- can’t lose you - type o negative (6:06)

- ride the lightning - metallica (6:36)

- fade to black - metallica (6:57)

- master of puppets - metallica (8:35)

- pyramids- frank ocean (9:52)

- mary of silence - mazzy star (6:02)

- paradise city - guns n roses (6:45)

- rocket queen - guns n roses (6:13)

- me and your mama- childish gambino (6:19)

- time - pink floyd (6:53)

- money - pink floyd (6:22)

- us and them - pink floyd (7:49)

- house of balloons/glass table girls - the weeknd (6:47)

- loft music - the weeknd (6:03)

- the party and the after party - the weeknd (7:39)

- kiss land - the weeknd (7:35)

- pretty - the weeknd (6:15)

- tears in the rain- the weeknd (7:24)

- angel - the weeknd (6:17)

- head in the wall - ethel cain (6:41)

- golden age - ethel cain (6:04)

- gods country - ethel cain and wicca phase springs eternal (8:15)

- two headed mother - ethel cain (6:12)

- a house in nebraska- ethel cain (7:46)

- western nights- ethel cain (6:05)

- family tree - ethel cain (7:10)

- thoroughfare - ethel cain (9:27)

- ptolemaea- ethel cain (6:23)

- sun bleached files - ethel cain (7:36)

- punish - ethel cain (6:47)

- for sure - ethel cain (9:53)

[messrsrarchives]

URL song game with a twist!

Write down your url only using songs from your Top Songs of 2024 playlist and tag as many people as the letters in your url! 🕺

thank you @florenceandthejellybean for the tag <3

M - moonage daydream, bowie

E - evergreen, richy mitch & the coal miners

S - scott street, phoebe bridges

S - shepard of fire, avenged sevenfold

R - romance is boring, los campesiños!

S - say don't go, taylor swift

R - ribs, lorde

A - asleep, the smiths

R - right where you left me, taylor swift

C - cosmic dancer, t.rex

H - heaven knows i'm miserable now, the smiths

I - invincible, jay page

V - vincent, car seat headrest

E - no more e songs 😖

S - sign of the times, slade

np tags: @shoopsthereitis @calamitoustide @houndsinhades @kaaaaaaarf @swedlex @starprongs @starsworth @inevitablestars @itsradla @orchideous-nox @del-stars @courfee @veryinnovative @natleecee @badhairred (omg picking 15 people that i dont think have done this yet was wild)

[psychicduelistrbd]

Seen this done by a couple of of people so I thought why not give it a go, Orange and green where the hardest to have characters drawn for, I went looking to see if there were old characters I could use, and I found two characters that I adopted that I haven't drawn yet, or it's been a while so they don't have names yet. Majority of these characters are elder scrolls OC's and half of this are filled by members of the Gautier family cuz why not also I haven't drawn the twins as adults since January.

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

GAYLE RANKIN PHOTOGRAPHED BY ANDREW ARTHUR AND INTERVIEWED FOR ELLE USA MAGAZINE.

“I was really nervous and, in the best way, really intimidated because after watching the first season of the show”

I was like, ‘Oh, wow. These are serious actors.’

“It’s just a massive ensemble with Liv [Olivia Cooke] and Emma [D’Arcy] at the center, which is just really so exciting to me,” Rankin adds.

But the nerves “dissipated very quickly” during rehearsals and table reads as she got to know her new colleagues, including her frequent scene partner Matt Smith and his dog, Bobby, who he’d sometimes bring to set.

“Then I fell in love with all the actors,” Rankin says.

Cooke, D’Arcy, Phia Saban, Bethany Antonia, Phoebe Campbell, and Sonoya Mizuno are just a few names she calls out.

“We all became a little bit of a gang and would go out and go dancing....We had a good time.”

Some of them have even come out to watch Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club on Broadway, in which Rankin currently stars as Sally Bowles.

IT MUST BE SO INTERESTING INHABITING A CHARACTER LIKE ALYS, WHO IS VERY SPARSELY FEATURED IN THE BOOK, FIRE & BLOOD — AT LEAST IN THE PARTS COVERED IN THE SHOW SO FAR. WHAT IS IT LIKE AS AN ACTOR TO BUILD A CHARACTER BASED OFF OF LIMITED INFORMATION?

“It’s really fun and a little intimidating because the fandom around these books and this enterprise is so strong and that’s so amazing, but you want to build something that people can relate to and enjoy hand in hand with the book.”

“Because the truth is that you’re absolutely right, there’s hearsay and there’s barely mention of her sometimes.”

“She’s a presence and she becomes this presence that grows and builds throughout the book.”

“Then by the end of the book, she has quite a powerful position in the world and in the story.”

“It’s been interesting to build backwards too.”

To be like, “Okay, so if we were to ever end up here, what would get this place from A to B?”

“It’s been so fun, and there’s so much more to go.”

“There’s so much to build.”

HOW DID YOU INTERPRET OR ATTEMPT TO DEFINE HER POWERS? IS IT MAGIC? IS IT PSYCHIC?

“I like to think of her powers as quite elusive, because that’s probably what they are to her too.”

“As much as she’s aware of what they are, I think they change.”

“She’s powerful in many different ways.”

“I think that she has tactile power; we see her in episode four building some drink for Daemon, which she also tastes herself, which is really interesting.”

“I think she is actually a healer.”

“I think she works as a woods witch, which I would understand as more of a healer and a maester.”

“It’s interesting how we look at what powers are.”

“It’s like, Well, medicine is power.”

“Surgeons have powers.”

“But I also think that she is prophetic.”

“I really believe that, and that’s been talked about a lot.”

“I think there is truth to that, but what I think is a bit of a mystery both to the audience, hopefully, and to her, is how? Where? When? Why? How much of the world can she see?”

I THINK ALYS AND DAEMON'S DYNAMIC IS REALLY INTERESTING. SHE SEEMS FASCINATED BY HIM, BUT ALSO HAS HIM WRAPPED AROUND HER FINGER. SHE CAN PLAY AROUND WITH HIS EMOTIONS. WHAT DO YOU THINK SHE WANTS FROM HIM? WHAT DOES SHE FIND INTERESTING ABOUT HIM? WHY DOES SHE WANT TO HELP HIM TOO?

It’s so funny when you were describing her, I was like, “Oh, yeah. The qualities that any good woman should have.”

EXACTLY. THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH HER.

“No, no, no, no. I know.”

I was just like, “Wow, she sounds great.”

“Why does she want to help him? What we discovered really early on is that there’s something inside of this dynamic in this relationship...there’s something for Alys in it.”

“It’s not just one-sided, I think.”

“We had to really figure that out, because if you are someone who’s prophetic and who knows [the future], why bother?”

“Why take on this man, who is extremely powerful and dangerous and volatile and also extraordinary?”

“I think [with] Alys, it’s almost as if she’s like a 12th-wave feminist or something.”

“She is able to look at the masculine and embrace it in a complex and hopefully forward-moving way.”

“A way to get to “the other” and reach them.”

“I think that’s really cool whilst also getting something for herself too.”

“I think she’s really interested in that.”

“She’s interested in progress, I think, for herself, for the realm...”

“Can you imagine if we could see the future, and what would you do with that information? I don’t know if she’s trying to change it, and that’s really up to the audience.”

“I’ve made decisions inside of my work, but I think why she wants to help him is that she also sees parts of herself in him.”

“A loneliness. A stubbornness. A lostness.”

“I don’t know what to do with my power.”

“I don’t know what to do with my feelings.”

“There’s a kinship there, which I think is really shocking and surprising.”

SO, HER INVOLVEMENT WITH GROVER TULLY'S PASSING IN EPISODE 6: DO WE THINK SHE'S MAYBE ALSO TRYING TO DO SOMETHING FOR HERSELF THERE? LIKE, “I HELPED YOU. WILL YOU HELP ME?”

That just goes to the age-old question, “Is there a selfless act?”

Psychologists would probably say, “No, there’s not.”

“What is in it for Alys? I think it’s going to be interesting to see how that plays out.”

“I think that’s what we’ve been trying to build is, what’s in it for this person?”

IT'S INTERESTING TO SEE HOW REACTIONS ONLINE CAN RANGE FROM THAT TO THE OVERWHELMING SUPPORT FOR 'HOUSE OF THE DRAGON.' BEFORE YOUR FIRST EPISODE, I SAW TWEETS THAT WERE LIKE, “IT'S ALYS RIVERS NIGHT!” AND PEOPLE WERE SO EXCITED FOR YOU TO APPEAR.

“It’s like, [gestures her hand up and down like a wave].”

TOTALLY UP AND DOWN.

“It’s been an extreme time.”

“It’s been really extreme.”

“I’ve been so lucky to have amazing people around me and also Jenny Tversky [Rankin’s publicist] being at the absolute helm of that to remind me what this is about.”

“I have to really be real.”

“I was worried that it was going to really negatively affect me, but actually, I’m so happy—the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“I feel stronger, truly, than I ever, ever have been.”

“It’s been hard-won, but a little bit through the fire in some ways over this period of time.”

[klausysworld]

could you do like having sex with joseph in tvd scene but then hes saying her real name and not her character name and everyone is like what and she’s like omg bc she loves him and then when the day’s over he takes her home and they end up confessing their feeling and having sex in his car

(y/c/n = your character name <3)

Heaven in the back seats

Joseph had been nervous for this scene all day. He knew he was going to get nervous and most likely very noticeably hard. He got hot and bothered just reading through the script and Daniels teasing was of no help.

His hands shook the first take, when he began to undress her. When her tongue brushed his.

On the second take he pulled away and had to step outside. It wasn’t going well for him, his emotions were too strong and it was playing with his head. It took Julie Plec herself to come and bring him back in for him to get going with the scene again. All the other actors knew of his feelings and Daniel came and told Joseph that Y/n had gotten upset thinking he really didn’t want to kiss her, which immediately made him feel awful and push himself to get onto set.

So this time he got nearly all the way through it

———————————————————————

Klaus pushed Y/C/N against the wall, her legs around his waist and hands in his hair as his tongue chased hers and his hands ripped the buttons off her shirt. She moaned in his mouth as his hands rubbed against her covered breasts before moving down to her wait and popping the button on her jeans.

She pulled away with a lustful look in her eyes as she pulled his henley over his head. Her lips sucked down his neck to his chest, her hands pulling his belt off as he dragged the jeans from her legs.

She got down from his hold and shoved his chest, pushing him back toward the bed and pressing back against him, her hands pushing his trousers down as she leaned into his

“Fuck me Klaus” she whispered lowly.

Klaus spun her round and pushed her onto his bed before getting on-top of her. His boxers pressed to her panties as he kissed her passionately, his lower body grinding against hers making him moan

“Y/n” he breathed as she pulled him close, her hips bucking up to gain more friction.

“Fuck y/n more” Joseph whined, his hands grabbing her hips as he rubbed against her faster

“Joseph” she whispered, her hand taking his face “Joseph” she repeatedly softly “the scenes over” she told him, he panted and hid his face in the provided bed. She stroked his hair with a small smile on her face as her co-stars cleared their throats and turned away. The cameras were facing off and the camera crew were looking around awkwardly until Daniel began to clap causing Joseph to groan and push himself up.

He refused to look at y/n as he walked straight out, his dick hard in his pants as he covered his bright red face and tried not to cry from the humiliation.

Claire and Phoebe helped y/n get redressed and went back to her dressing room to talk about what had happened.

———————————————————————

Joseph wished he could have just walked straight out to his car with no more embarrassment but he had no such luck as he walked straight into her while searching for his keys.

His eyes were wide and his face blushed deeply, his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed but he didn’t dare move away from her.

She smiled up at him softly, her hand reaching out to touch his arm gently

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and he nodded slowly

“I am so sorry” he whispered, his whole body felt like it had been set on fire.

“Joe it’s fine, it was that kind of scene, we both got carried away with it” she told him

“I- y/n, I moaned you name and was basically humping you” he whispered, his eyes widening further when he realised what he had stated and seeing her hold back a laugh didn’t help. “Shit” he breathed before moving around her and rushing to his car.

“Joseph!” She yelled, chasing him across the road. “Joseph come here!”

He sighed and turned around seeing her concerned expression

“I didn’t mean to laugh” she told him, “I wasn’t laughing at what happened, just the way you said it so casually” she explained “I would never laugh at you” she promised “besides you just beat me to it, I would’ve been moaning your name if I hadn’t heard the producers yell ‘cut’

“But you didn’t y/n, and I did. You have no idea how embarrassing it is” he whispered

“Joseph, why did you say my name?” She asked

“I don’t know” he mumbled

“Don’t lie Joe, why’d you do it?” She pressed

“Y/n I need to go home”

“Joseph Morgan, why?” She raised her voice

“God because I’m in love with you! And I wished it was us on that bed, me and you not fucking Klaus and y/c/n! Okay!?” He shouted and she smiled before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him to her, their lips met in a fiery embrace.

Joseph faltered in his step before his keys hit the ground and his arms went around her waist. His lips moved against hers with so much want. He grunted as she pulled away and let out a breath before leaning back down and kissing her again.

Her back pressed against the door of the car as he moaned in her mouth, his hands squeezing her hips. A car whipped past them, honking at them making him pull away and realise his leg was between hers.

“I love you too but I don’t think I want the locals seeing us doing it against your car” she whispered with a small laugh, her hand cupping his face.

“The locals would be lucky to see it” he whispered before kissing her again, his arms holding her waist right to him “come home with me” he panted and she nodded. Their mouths were wet against each other, neither one of them wanting go stop but knowing they should at least get in the car.

Y/n pulled away slowly, her hand on his chest “It’s dark, nobody can see” he murmured

“What are you suggesting?” She asked breathlessly

“I have a lot of space in the back seats” he muttered, leaning down and grabbing his keys “If…that’s what you want…we can go to mine first-or or if you wanted to move slow then-“

Y/n smiled at his nervous rambled and took the keys from him, unlocking the door

“We’ve waited too long to move slow” she whispered while opening the door to the back seats. He ducked his head as he got inside and sat up nervously. She quickly followed and was straddling his lap before he could blink. His breathing grew shallower as her hips rolled to his, he looked up to her eyes seeing her expression soft and dark at the same time. She kissed him gently before putting more passion into it. His hands slowly moved up and under her top, his heart racing as his hips started to subconsciously move with hers.

He pulled away with a breath to look at her, the women he had been longing for, for far too long. It had been years now since he met her on set, she even moved onto The Originals from The Vampire Diaries because the producers found they had so much chemistry it worked too well for them not to put their characters together.

She looked at him like he was the only person in the world, it took Joseph a while to come out of his shell around her. He went from the shy man she only bad a couple scenes with to making her laugh each morning and spending the entire day together. She couldn’t not fall for him, it was the worlds way of telling them be together by making them kiss on the daily-even if it was through their job. They both knew it wasn’t really ever just their characters.

She lifted her top off as his hands were already climbing her body and this only made him more eager. He cupped her breasts gently through her bra as though they were glass. The moment felt surreal, he couldn’t tell if it was a dream or not anymore.

But deep down he knew it was happening, he couldn’t stop the look of utter admiration as he looked up at her again

“You okay?” She asked gently, her hand stroking his face “is it too much?” She questioned but he shook his head

“Just doesn’t feel real” he whispered and she smiled

“How can I help it feel real” she purred and he shuddered. Her hands pulled his shirt off in one face movement, her lips moved to his neck. She leaned down and kissed across his chest, her tongue flicking over his nipples playfully. She slid off his lap and moved to get onto her knees in the floor of the car. Her hands undid his jeans but he grabbed her wrist

“You don’t have to do that” he whispered, his eyes wide as he pulled her back up and sat her beside him

“It’s okay, I want to” she insisted with a kiss to her lips at the end but he shook his head and pulled her closer

“We’re in a car” he whispered, his cheeks pink making her chuckle lightly

“Next time then” she murmurs kissing his cheek

“Next time” he uttered, the mere thought of being with her…like this again was indescribable for him.

She smiled as she kissed him again and stroked down his abdomen “You don’t have to be shy” she whispered when he ginger squeezed her breasts

“Sorry” he uttered making her smile again and lift herself up to get out of her jeans making him quickly catch on and kick his own off. He waisted no time in also taking his boxers off though then covering himself with his hands making her pout.

“Cmon Joseph, you know it only fair” she muttered as she pulled her panties off and straddled him again. Her thighs were nice and spread giving him a pretty view. His face was bright red as he moved his hands to her cunt, rubbing her timidly with his fingers and letting out a staggered breath when her hand stroked up his length. “I’m already wet” she whispered kissing the spit behind his ear “I want to feel you”. He shivered at her words and nodded, he pulled her as close as he could and she directed his cock.

“Oh god” she breathed when he moved just his tip within her before she sank further down “Joseph-“ she whimpered, he kissed the spot between her neck and shoulder gently as she took him entirely. He stifled a moan as he wrapped his arms around her so her hands held her back

“I love you” he whispered to her, his eyes closing in a state of contempt. She kissed his head as her walls tightened round him

“I love you too” she tells him, she pulls back a little and puts her hands on his shoulders “You ready?” She asked and he nodded, shifting a little bit. “You can’t see anyone right?” She whispered as she looked out the window

“No…it’s just us” he smiled and so she returned it with a nod.

“Okay” she uttered as she pushed herself halfway up him before back down. He bit at his tongue as he moaned and turned his head so she didn’t see him. “Joe” she whispered “don’t be shy” she encouraged, she didn’t want him to feel embarrassed.

He looked to her as she began to move a little faster, her hands squeezing his shoulders. Both their breathing’s got heavier, he pushed forward and captured her lips with his. They ignored the sound of a car going past as he turned her in his hold and laid her down on the back seats to push into her. His hips picked a slightly quicker pace as he let out a throaty moan. His head fell to her neck, his arms still around her as her back arched and the sound of his balls slapping against her filling the air along with their panting.

He kissed and sucked at her neck between moans as his skin heat up and his dick twitched. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands held onto his hair as she looked up at the cars ceiling. Her lower abdomen was building that familiar sensation as he moved faster, she could feel how desperate he was for her. He had been hard all day since that scene and didn’t have any time to relieve himself.

“I love you Joseph” she panted, her hips bucking with his. The air felt thicker, stickier, hotter. His thrusts only got harder with her words making her whisper them over and over in a chant.

Jospeh could both feel and hear the car rocking and creaking as he pushed one of her legs up making her cry out as he hit into her spot. His name was yelled loudly as he pounded into her with all his being. His body shuddered as waves of pleasure ran up his spine.

He felt her walls squeezing him and looked down, her eyes were screwed shut and one of her hands clamped over her mouth. His hips only went faster when he felt her cum. He lifted her back into his lap and thrust up into her.

She moaned so much it became a vibrating sound as she bounced up and down him. He gasped as she wrapped her arms around him and slid up and down him as fast as she could. His hands gripped her ass as she moved making her moan louder into his ear.

He leaned back against the seat as he felt his balls tense, his head went back and he whisper her name so lightly she barely heard it.

Her mouth hung open when she felt him release inside her, her cunt cling to him as she began to slow, her breathing still heavy as she put her arm out and pressed her hand to the window to stabilise herself.

He let out a long breath and a groan as he opened his eyes. Her eyes locked on his and smile smiled. He leant up and kissed her softly, he went to deepen it but she suddenly pulled away with wide eyes

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked, his eyes searching her face

“Joe…you didn’t pull out” she whispered and his face dropped

“Okay…okay…do you want me to go get you a pill from the shop?” He asked with a nod, carefully lifting her off him

“It’s too late now, I’ll go grab one in the morning” she mumbles, grabbing her pants

“Love” he called softly, his hand grabbing hers “don’t worry about it, I’ll go first thing and being it to you, you’ll be in my bed anyway” he murmurs kissing her cheek

“I will?”

“Of course you will”

[p5x-theories]

New information about the upcoming game versions!

Version 3.2.1:

Version 3.2.1, "The Finale of Gluttony", is described as: "The calling card will appear in an unprecedented form, and Akashi will gradually lose control... Accompanied by the new final battle song "Gone with the Storm" sung by Ms. Lyn, the Phantom Thieves will go to the final showdown with Kei Akashi!"

The final area of the Palace seems to be a water tower? The translation I'm getting is "water saving tower", but I'm not sure if that's just Google Translate being a bit odd haha

Riko's Confidant is confirmed to be added in this update, as previously speculated!

New special rules for the next season of Tycoon: the Beggar is guaranteed to get a Wonder card at the start of the round, and the Poor is guaranteed to get a set of 4, if I understand correctly?

The new teammate is described with the keywords: "5★ Limited Phantom Thief | Wind | Superior | Energy Recovery | Double Violence Gain" - this is super interesting, because we know this is referring to W ∙ V, who seems extremely likely to be Wind (especially given they call them a Phantom Thief, not a Phantom Idol!). But Superior is the category for support teammates that focus on buffs, not navigators

With this version, a rerun banner for Messa will also begin, lasting until Febuary 13th (so, through to the end of Version 3.3)

Version 3.2.2:

Version 3.2.2, "Phantom Thieves' Preparation Training", is described as: "The crisis has come to an end for the time being, so let's do preparation training during this period!"

New Star Trial

Besides the rerun Messa banner, a banner focused on the non-limited 5-stars (Cherish, Phoebe, Marian, Panther, Mona, Skull, Rin, Riddle) will run again

Version 3.3:

Google Translate really struggled with the name of this version- "Sounding Bamboo Peace Music at the New Year's Eve" seemed the most coherent, but I'm not sure it's the most accurate? Anyway, its description: "The Spring Festival is coming, how will the protagonist spend this unique Chinese festival? The Spring Festival series of activities will also be launched simultaneously."

It sounds like, similar to the Summer Event, there will be a bit of a plot involving the Phantom Thieves during this event

A new Chinese New Year-themed Metaverse outfit for Wonder will be added, by the sound of it?

Another upcoming teammate is described with the keywords: "5★ Limited Phantom Idol | Fire | Control | TECHNICAL" - interestingly, this is the same type and role that Panther has, though that is very unlikely to indicate this is a variant Panther; it's far more likely to be a variant of an existing 4-star Idol, or an entirely new character

They also clarify the next version after 3.3, with the Valentine's Day theme, will be considered an event version!

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