#above ordinary music group

[cupcakeeees]

“Almost, But Not Quite..”

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: three times we missed each other, and the one time we didn’t.

word count: 930

1. Whispers in the Steam - The Café

The morning rush was a blur of motion, the kind where no one made eye contact and everyone was in their own little world. You were juggling too many things - your bag, your phone, the lid of your takeaway coffee - and somehow managing to make it all work.

“Yes, I’ll be there soon,” you said into your phone, shifting the bag higher on your shoulder. “Just grabbing coffee - I know, I’m late, okay?”

At the counter, Lando tapped his fingers against the wooden surface, waiting for his black coffee with one sugar. He was scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, glancing up only to check the line moving in front of him.

Neither of you noticed the other.

But when he turned to leave, his gaze flicked in your direction. Your laugh - soft, quick - rose above the hum of conversation. It made him pause for a split second, as though trying to place a memory.

But the barista called out his name, and the moment was gone before he could make sense of it.

You hung up your phone, finally looking around, but all you saw was the door swinging shut.

2. Weights and Missed Chances - The Gym

The steady rhythm of weights clinking and the faint thrum of upbeat music filled the gym.

You were mid-rep on the leg press, mentally counting down the seconds until you could call it a day, when your water bottle slipped from the bench and rolled across the floor.

“Great,” you muttered under your breath, pausing to retrieve it.

Lando had just finished a round of pull-ups nearby and caught sight of the bottle rolling into his path. He bent to pick it up at the same time you stepped forward, your hands brushing for half a second.

“Sorry,” he said, standing quickly and handing it to you. His voice was warm but hurried, almost as if he didn’t want to disturb you.

“No worries,” you replied with a polite nod, taking the bottle and stepping back to your bench.

Neither of you thought much of it - just a quick exchange, nothing out of the ordinary. But when Lando turned back to his workout, he caught himself glancing in your direction. There was something about the familiarity of the moment, though he couldn’t quite place it.

Later, as you left the gym, you passed by him again. Your paths crossed so closely that your shoulders nearly brushed, but neither of you said anything.

You were too busy scrolling through your phone; he was adjusting his headphones.

3. Unspoken Words Between Courses - The Restaurant

The restaurant was buzzing with energy, filled with the clinking of silverware and bursts of laughter.

You sat at a table near the back with a couple of friends, the wine flowing freely as you swapped stories about your week.

Lando, seated near the window with his trainer and a friend, leaned back in his chair, his attention drifting. His group was talking strategy for an upcoming race, but he wasn’t fully engaged.

His gaze wandered across the room - and landed on you.

You were laughing, head tipped back, your smile lighting up the space in a way that felt oddly magnetic.

He watched for a moment longer than he should have, something about you tugging at his memory. Has he seen you before?

Before he could overthink it, his friend nudged him. “Mate, you with us?”

“Yeah, sorry,” he said, snapping back to the conversation. But he couldn’t resist one last glance toward your table before forcing himself to focus.

You didn’t notice him, too engrossed in the warmth of the evening.

By the time you stood to leave, Lando had turned back to his group, missing you as you walked past his table and out the door.

4. Drenched in Destiny - The Rain

The rain came down relentless and icy, soaking through your jacket and dripping off the edge of your umbrella.

You stood under the awning of a café, shaking out your hair and watching the puddles ripple under the streetlights.

Lando rounded the corner moments later, hood pulled low and shoes splashing through the waterlogged streets. He slowed as he spotted the awning, stepping underneath it with a heavy sigh, shaking off the rain as best as he could.

You shifted to make space, sparing him a brief glance. Is this..?

He didn’t say anything, just nodded in acknowledgment, the rain filling the silence between you.

For a while, the two of you just stood there, staring out at the storm. You hugged your umbrella closer to your chest, your thoughts drifting.

“Crazy weather,” he murmured eventually, more to himself than to you.

You glanced at him, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. It’s like it’s never going to stop.”

The conversation didn’t go any further, but there was something about the quietness of the moment that made it feel significant.

You didn’t know him, and he didn’t know you, but for some reason, standing shoulder to shoulder beneath the awning felt like the most natural thing in the world.

When the rain finally began to ease, he stepped out first, pulling his hood up and glancing back briefly. His eyes met yours for a fraction of a second - a connection too fleeting to hold onto - and then he was gone, walking off into the misty drizzle.

You stood there for a while longer, staring after him, your chest tightening inexplicably.

It felt like you should’ve said something, done something, but the moment had already slipped through your fingers.

And yet, as you turned to leave, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time.

[purinfelix]

new recruit ₊˚⊹ - charles leclerc

summary: the age-old tradition of Top Gun pilots spending the night before a mission at the local bar is interrupted by a new, boyishly charming, face w/c: 1.8k

taglist: @zowifi @musicallisto

a/n: y'all knew it was coming .. as soon as he dropped these pics i knew what i had to do (consider this a semi-ode to my top gun phase when maverick first came out)

The Hard Deck Bar never changes, and neither do its visitors. It's a fact you rely on comfortably whenever you get the call to return to the beachside town you've learned to call home after years of missions there. You push through the heavy wooden doors, sighing happily as you're welcomed by the sound of laughter and music as the evening comes alive - all against the backdrop of the golden sunset.

"Dice, is that you?" You whip your head around at the sound of your call sign - a gift to you from your lieutenant, an acknowledgement of your risky tendencies in the air. You break into a warm smile as you make eye contact with Phoenix - one of the only other female pilots on the team to whom you've grown close.

"You look well," you reply as you walk over to where she and several others stand.

Surrounding the pool table you're greeted with several familiar faces, some newer than others but all smiling regardless. You had gotten to know the other Top Gun pilots fairly well as one of the most experienced amongst the group, and the one most often called back for missions. It had come to the point where whenever it came time to take part in the old tradition of hanging out at the bar before your first mission briefing, it felt more like a family reunion than a group of coworkers. The only thing that set you all apart from the general public was the khaki uniforms you donned, decorated with multi-coloured patches celebrating your achievements.

"Did you hear there's a new recruit?" Hangman asked, the question clearly directed to you, as he potted a pool ball.

"Oh yeah, the admiral did mention it to me when he called me in," you replied before sipping your drink.

"Reckon they'll be any good?"

"Hope so, I heard this mission's one of the hardest we'll be on," Rooster scoffed from the other side of the table.

"Agreed, especially since they're going to be my co-pilot," you sighed.

"Sounds like Chief had enough of your risky solo missions," Phoenix laughed as she took her turn to play.

You could only smile shyly as she did, finishing the last of your drink before letting your eyes scan through the rest of the bar. Music from the jukebox floated through the air, joined by the loud laughter of the bar's regulars as they drunkenly joked raucously. It was nothing out of the ordinary and worked wonders in calming the nerves you inevitably felt brewing about the responsibilities you'd have to step up to tomorrow.

The bell above the doors tinkles again, announcing the arrival of yet another customer, but this one in particular catches your eye. Not because of his messy brown hair or the boyish air surrounding him - but because you've never seen him here before. You lean over to elbow Phoenix before nodding in his direction, and she turns to look at him too.

"Newbie?" she asks, and you nod before hopping off of the stool you've perched yourself on and waltzing over to where he's leaning against the bar.

You watch as his round eyes scan the menu intently, eyelashes batting as he squints to try and get a better look - it's almost endearing how lost he looks. Shooting the bartender Penny a sly smile, alerting her immediately of your plans, you take the seat next to where he's standing.

"You alright there?" you ask, and he turns to you with a shocked expression.

"Is it that obvious I'm struggling?" You pick up on his accent right away, though it takes you a little longer to locate it. Regardless, you're drawn in almost immediately by the embarrassed smile that spreads across his features.

"Just order your usual, Penny makes everything taste amazing anyway," you reassure him. He nods obediently, leaning over and mumbling his order. "I'm guessing you don't come here a lot?"

"Yeah, first time actually," his hand comes up to rub the back of his neck and you take note of the multiple string bracelets decorating it. What you don't notice though is the way his eyes scan over you, or more specifically, your uniform.

"Are you a soldier?"

"Close, army pilot." You tap the crest on your shirt.

"You must be good then," he smiles, pointing to your patches and it hits you that he might just be flirting with you.

"I am actually, thank you for picking up on that," you shoot back smugly, "how about you, what do you do?"

"Oh me, I'm just trying out some new things, travelling, flying lots." He nods, though the smirk toying at his lips tells you he's not telling the whole truth. You don't care enough to press on though, as you shift on your stool. You don't care enough to press on though, and at that moment his drink order slides across the bar to him.

"You haven't told me your name yet," he's the first to break the silence this time, before taking a sip of his drink. He lets out a surprised hum as if to tell you that you were right about Penny's bartending skills.

"Everyone around here calls me Dice," you reply, gesturing around to the entirety of the room. This piques his interest.

"That's an interesting name."

"Well it's not my real name it's my call sign, it's a pilot thing," you explain and he nods thoughtfully, "it's because I tend to take a lot of risks while on missions."

"Interesting," he murmurs, "but these risks must work out for you." He points to your patches again and you laugh softly.

"I guess you could say so. What about your name?"

He pauses for a bit, almost as if he's forgotten his own name. "Predistinato," he finally says.

"Predi- wh- sorry could you say that again?"

"Predistinato," he repeats, laughing a little this time.

"Is that French or something?"

"Almost, it's Italian," he explains and all you can do is nod, unaware that you're silently mouthing it back to yourself. It certainly isn't a name you'll forget any time soon.

"Well, Mr. P," you say, slipping off your stool and dusting off your hands, "it was nice meeting you and helping you out with your order.""

You're about to give up on your plan before you hear him call out to you just as you're turning around.

"Hold on, Dice," he hesitates before finishing, "how about taking another risk?"

You spin back around and the expression on his face tells you he isn't finding this any less cringey than you are. "Pardon?"

"Do you think I could get your number?"

A cold smile spreads across your face as you skip back over to the bar and lean over to catch Penny's eye. As you do she walks over to the corner of the bar the two of you are seated in, reaching up and ringing the large bell hanging above it. Immediately, the entire bar erupts into a loud commotion of roars and whistles, with people lifting up their cups towards the man sitting across from you.

You can't help but laugh upon seeing his confused expression and all you do is point to the sign hanging between two beer taps. Disrespect a lady, the navy, or put your cell phone on my bar - you buy a round.

"Woah, disrespect? That's harsh," he smiles sheepishly, but you only shrug.

"Rules are rules."

"A round, for everyone?"

"Good luck, and see you around," you nod, patting him on the shoulder with a smug expression before turning to rejoin your friends at the pool table.

"Attention on deck!"

The heavy sound of several chairs scraping the floor in unison is the only thing you hear as you and the rest of the pilots stand at attention. Standing as still as you can, you watch as Admiral Bates marches to the podium at the front of the hangar.

"Good morning, and welcome to your special training detachment." His expression is stern and you watch as his eyes scan the rows of tables. "Be seated."

"Everyone here is a Top Gun graduate, I'm sure you know each other well enough to know that's true. You may consider yourself elite, the best, but that stops now. In here, you will all be treated like equals and you must prove your excellence to make the cut."

The air is tense and no one dares to look at each other as he talks.

"Today we begin with the introduction of a new face however, I'd like you all to welcome the newest addition to this mission." The admiral gestures towards the back of the room and several heads turn to the figure standing at the back of the room, who begins walking between the aisle of tables. His steps are heavy, confident, and almost eager.

"Despite being newer, he has proved his proficiency in every aspect required of this mission and so I warn you not to underestimate him."

The figure passes your table and you physically feel your heart drop to your stomach when he does. He's facing away from you, and he looks completely different when sporting the pilot uniform instead of casual clothes - but you're sure you'd recognise that messy hair anywhere, even though it's clear he's tried his best to comb it down.

"Please welcome Charles Leclerc. Call sign: Il Predistinato."

Of course, just your luck.

"Good morning," from the front of the room and under the bright morning light he looks different, but the boyish charm he seemed surrounded by last night still lingers in the way he smiles.

"Charles, why don't you take a seat next to Dice in the front row, you'll be co-piloting with her for now." Your eyes widen as the attention is suddenly turned to you, and scoot uncomfortably in your seat as he nears you.

"You look well" he murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear as he takes the seat next to you. You let out a low chuckle, not knowing what else to do other than nod a little awkwardly.

The admiral goes on talking, briefing you all on the aims of the mission, but despite your best efforts to focus you can't seem to. Not with the boy sitting next to you, the way he leans forward on the desk to listen attentively the same way he had last night at the bar, the way his deep brown hair falls onto his face as he does.

"Sorry about last night," you hear yourself whisper to him as you lean in, though he doesn't seem to be holding any grudges.

"No need to apologise," he begins, and you sit back with relief. "But next time, maybe you can pay for my drinks?"

You sigh in exasperation, as he shoots you a wink before turning back to the lesson. You could only pray he flew as smoothly as he spoke.

[oracle-of-dream]

Hotel Hookup

Summary: You're a huge Riize fan, and you're bias is Wonbin. You recently got to go to their concert and had so many amazing interactions with Wonbin. After the concert, you bump into each other in the bathroom and he gives you his autograph, along with his hotel room number...

Warnings: Male reader, Virign reader, idol Wonbin, dry humping, sub reader, dom Wonbin, corruption kink

Wordcount: 2.5k

This is a request

Walking down the street to the venue, the excitement was washing over you. The headlights of traffic, the breeze in your face, and the squeals and screams of fans as they travel with you to the same place. It was still hard to believe you managed to land tickets for the Riize concert, much less get a lucky VIP ticket.

The venue offered five random tickets to be selected for the VIP treatment, along with being able to purchase the VIP upgrade. The day you got the email that your seat was one of the lucky five, you almost slapped yourself; thinking it was a dream. The VIP treatment came with a seat upgrade, sound check, a hi-touch, and even a photo with a member.

You crossed the last street before reaching the venue; the lights shined into the night sky, and you could hear the thumbs of the speakers vibrating through your feet. The line for the VIP was almost empty, while the main entry had people lining up with at least 100 people already there. They must've camped out all day to get in line so early...

A staff member caught you taking in the view and approached you. "Are you lost? If you need, I can show you where you need to go."

You pulled out your phone and showed them your ticket.

"Oh, the VIP section is that way! You might want to hurry the sound check may start soon."

You followed the staff's directions: moving through the VIP section, rushing through the security check, and making it to your seat. The stage was so close, much closer than you could've imagined. You had a clear view of the right side of the stage, a little above the barricade. You were allowed to go to the barricade, but after hearing how vicious it gets, you decided against it.

After waiting about 10 minutes, some of the opening music started playing, and the members were lifted onto the stage from the floor. The VIP audience cheered for them as Riize went through the motions of their concert, practicing their last bits of choreography and interacting with fans as they did. Wonbin approached your side of the stage and waved toward your section, making all the girls scream and shout for his direct attention. Shyly, you smiled and waved back, cheering but not as loud as the others in your section. He smiled and walked off, but stayed around the right side of the stage.

Wonbin was even more beautiful than any of his photos. His glasses sat on his chiseled nose, his most of hair neatly tucked behind his ears with few strands sweeping onto his face, and his baggy white t-shirt that exposed his collar bone and some of his chest made him look like an ordinary guy. But you knew he was anything but that... For the rest of the sound check, Wonbin kept swinging by your section and giving love to your group.

There was a small break before the concert fully started. Some of your friends texted you asking to meet up with you. Agreeing to meet at the food court and get snacks.

After chatting with your friends, you stopped by the bathroom before heading back to your seat. A bit of a perk of being a male K-pop fan was that the men's bathroom was usually deserted compared to the huge line out of the women's room.

Just as you suspected, the bathroom was empty. You went to a stall and went about your business. Just as you finished, you heard the door open. Two people came in, a man and a woman, speaking Korean. You didn't know why, but you jumped onto the toilet seat to hide your feet.

No way someone was coming in here to hook up...

There was another bit of conversation before you heard the door shut again. Not a noise...

You stepped down from the toilet and opened the stall to see a figure with long black hair looking at himself in the mirror. He turned around to look at you. His long black hair coiled beautifully around his face. Wonbin was looking directly at you. Just the two of you in that bathroom...

"I'm sorry, I was just in here and..." You started but lost the courage to continue.

Wonbin smiled at you. "It's okay, I thought my manager checked well enough. Please, enjoy the show." He bowed slightly and walked out the door, walking away with his manager.

You washed your hands at the sink, reeling from the experience of having spoken to him. You sprinted back to your seat when you heard the crowd start cheering, signaling the start of the show. You'd have to tell your friends about meeting him later!

The concert itself was amazing. Anton's cello performance with Sohee singing a ballad, and watching Eunseok, Sungchan, and Shotaro have a dance-off made you laugh so hard. Wonbin's stage was a solo performance. He played guitar and sang, silencing the entire venue. He covered, "Attention" by Charlie Puth.

His eyes were trained on the camera in front of him, but every few words he'd glance off in the direction of the audience. One of those glances shot right at you. At first, it felt like it was a coincidence, just a lucky look, but he looked back. Again and again. After finding you in the crowd, he couldn't help himself from looking in your direction. Your face got warm at his expression, the look in his eyes.

"What are you doing to me?" He sang, looking directly at you. It felt like he was speaking to you.

Before you knew it, the song was over... The concert resumed and the audience was cheering loudly again, but you still couldn't get over Wonbin. The concert ended in a flash. Riize was giving their last goodbye, finished an encore stage, and started leaving. The staff directed the VIP section to follow them backstage to get a picture with the members. And you couldn't help but touch up your look, making sure you didn't look a mess before you got to meet them.

The boys came out of their dressing room, still wearing their outfits from the encore stage and wiping some of their sweat from performing. One by one they went through everyone. Sometimes the members chose who was going to take a picture if the fan was too overwhelmed. But when you stepped forward, Wobin immediately stepped forward for your photos, holding you by the waist while taking your phone to take it. That's when staff walked out with Riize's newest album as a surprise gift to the fans. Each member took the time to sign the albums and talk to each fan. The conversations were cut short, as the staff didn't let you speak for long, but Wonbin winked at you when he gave you your album.

"Read my message before you leave! I hope you like it!" He said as he was ushered back into the dressing room.

You followed the staff out the side door and walked to your car. Once inside you took a moment to crack open the album and find Wobin's message he left for you.

Our meeting in the bathroom was fun, let's meet again! Come to this address, my room number is 247, on floor 20. Knock three times so I know it's you. Don't keep me waiting~

-Wonbin

Your jaw was ready to come clean off your face. Wonbin wanted to meet you again!? You could hardly believe getting to meet him, much less him wanting to see you again. Not wanting to wait another moment, you put the address into your GPS and drove off to meet him.

The address led you to a fancy hotel, looking over the downtown area and not too far from the area. You nervously entered the lobby, trying to act natural so no one would stop you. You got past the front desk and got into the elevator right as someone else was getting in.

"Could you push floor 20 for me?" You asked.

The person nodded, mostly absorbed in their phone to fully acknowledge you.

You got to the twentieth floor and wandered before finding the door... Room 247. Holding your hand up to the door was harder than you expected. Your heart was in your throat, terrified that you'd get busted or get the wrong room. Before you got to knock, the door opened, and Wonbin standing in the doorway.

"Come in, quick!"

You hurried into the room and he closed it behind you. "So... Wonbin, it's so–"

Wonbin smashed his lips into yours, trying to make out with you.

Your eyes widened. You couldn't push him away, but you didn't know where to touch him either. And he must've noticed, as he took your hands and placed one on his neck and the other on his waist.

When you separated for a moment, you took your opportunity to speak. "Wait, I thought you just wanted to meet again!"

Wonbin laughed. "We can meet and fuck. Can't we?" He walked toward you slowly as you backed away from him.

"Can you slow down for a minute?" You backed into a chair, falling into the seat.

"What's wrong?" Wonbin frowned. "Am I not hot enough? You looked like you liked me watching you, and you look really about now." Wonbin's eyes pointed out the tent in your pants.

"You're hot! Super hot! I'm just..."

Wonbin tucked his hair behind one ear. "Say it for me to hear. Speak clearly."

"I'm still... a virgin."

Wonbin froze in shock. "You came here, a full-on virgin?"

You nodded, embarrassment starting to color your face. "No one's even seen it before."

"It? You mean your cock?" Wonbin laughed. "You've never taken a dick pic before, or anything?"

You shook your head.

Wonbin's energy changed. It felt less like a sexual panther, ready to pounce, and more like a sensual snake. It was clear that Wonbin was charged, but he could tell you weren't ready to drive over the edge just yet.

Wonbin sat on the bed. "So level with me. Have you had an orgasm? Like have you jerked off?" His tone was curious and playful.

You rubbed your fingers together, not answering him. "Well... I've tried, but it felt weird..."

"How so?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about you..." You confessed in a soft whisper.

"That's not a bad thing! People jerk off to hot people all the time, that's what porn is for. I'm honestly flattered, so don't feel embarrassed." Wonbin approached you again, taking your face in your hands. "Let's take it slower then. Can I kiss you, y/n?"

It felt like a dream hearing Wonbin call you by your name. You nodded, closing your eyes and letting your lips connect softer this time.

Wonbin led, moving his lips gently so you could pick on the timing. He stroked your neck and gently pulled you into him, moaning into the kiss. Once you showed you could handle it, he moved your hands to hold his hips and moved to sit in the chair on your lap.

You separated again. His lips were pinkish and cute.

"Can I touch you, y/n?" He asked softly.

You nodded.

"Words." He commanded.

"Y–Yes, please touch me, Wonbin." You replied, embarrassed to say it aloud.

Wonbin reinitiated the kiss and let his hands run over your shoulders and down your back, pushing against your muscles as they tensed from his touch. They slowly dragged down into your lap.

Wonbin pulled awake again. "Before we keep going, now's the time to speak. What do you want exactly?"

Your mouth was dry when you opened it to speak. "I–I don't know if I can go all the way, but I also want to make you happy and please you. So I'll do whatever you think is–"

Wonbin placed his finger on your lips. He stood and stripped off his shirt, unbuckled his hands, and slowly stripped off his pants. Leaving him in his underwear.

Somehow your dick got even harder, the strain against your pants almost pleasurable.

Wonbin came back to you and sat down on your lap, laying his back against you and sitting perfectly on your clothed member. He took one of your hands and guided it to his underwear, letting it slide underneath the waistband.

You felt his cock, warm and squishy in your hands but hard at the same time. It was different from yours, it felt pretty. Slender, and about five inches. Wonbin guided you, moving your hand up and down, stroking him. When he let go of your hand, you continued to move earning moans of pleasure from him. His legs shook and he pushed against you, his ass rubbing against your dick in your pants.

Wonbin made a rhythm. Every time to stroked him, he'd push against you. A push and pull, giving you both pleasure. You could see a wet spot at his tip in his underwear. Curiously, you poked it and precum stuck on your finger, using it while you stroked him.

"Oh, improvising is good. I like that!" Wonbin purred.

"C-Can I see it?" You whispered.

Wonbin giggled. He lifted his lips and slid his underwear down enough for his cock to spring out, with your hand wrapped around its base.

Watching your hand work over Wonbin, and his reactions to you touching him were like magic to you. You focused on his tip, making his whole body shake and tense.

"Oh, fuck! If you do that, I'll cum fast..." Wonbin warned. "How about you, how are you feeling?"

You loved every ounce he gave you. It itched and burned in just the right places and feeling Won's body against yours was heaven with his sing-song voice moaning in your ears.

"I'm gonna lose it. It feels really hot like I'm gonna pee. But it's not exactly pee?"

Wonbin smiled. "Oh? You're close, are you? I'm right here, so go ahead and finish. It's gonna be amazing."

You trusted Wonbin, letting your body control everything. Your hips pushed forward to meet Wonbin grinding against you as you felt the pressure get worse. You couldn't help but bury your head into Wonbin's neck, softly biting and letting the feeling wash over you as your body stiffened all over you. You cock twitched again and again, shooting cum inside your pants. You didn't realize you were squeezing Wonbin so tight until you felt his cum leaking down your hand.

Both of you took a moment to catch your breath.

"I wasn't exacting the biting," Wonbin moaned.

"I–I'm sorry. It just happened."

"No, it was amazing. You did amazing..." Wonbin stood up. "You may want to take those off before it dries, by the way..."

You got nervous again. "Are you going to watch?"

"Y/n. You're not leaving until we fuck. But we have all night, so we don't have to rush."

[elliyoyo]

The Time You Thought Too Loud (Gale Dekarios/Reader)

This is Part 1 of 5 times Gale got teased + 1 time he got his payback. If you're starting, this is right place :) I'll be posting the descriptions and prompts on My Masterlist so you know what to expect, but this will be posted one chapter at a time.

Desc: You catch Gale conjuring his goddess, and he gives you a quick legend in the arcane. You can't help but fantasize about him after he gives you the most wanton look known to man.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, afab reader, vague f!masturbation, and fantasizing (including p in v, f!receiving oral, and creampies).

Words: 1.5k

After a long day's running around, all you wanted was some rest. You had used what seemed like tons of extra supplies because of your own mistakes, you didn't know if your left pinky finger would ever feel the same, and you were completely over today. Hell, you were over this week already, and it only just started!

Despite all of that, however, you couldn't help but focus on (and grow curious about) a low shimmering noise from across your group's makeshift camp. It could only be described as weave incarnate, and the most magic you could do was a measly fire bolt… How were you supposed to fake not being interested?

When you look in that direction, you see a faint blue light coming from Gale's area, which confirms your sixth sense for the weave and draws you in even more. You push yourself up from your bedroll and take a sip from a nearby bottle of water before heading over to check out the small commotion. A small projection floats above Gale's hand, a portrait of a beautiful, straight-haired woman whose look alone commanded attention and grace.

You stare for a moment more, taking silent steps up behind him to get a closer look, a finer examination of all the details on her delicate face… The earring she had in common with Gale.

"Oh my, you startled me!" Gale finally notices your presence, jumping in place as the projection vanishes. "I, uh… I was miles away," he mumbles, hands coming together behind his back. Even though you had seemingly interrupted him, there was no hint of irritation or anger, only embarrassment.

"Is everything alright?"

"Of course! I was just… practicing an incantation!" He flashes you an effortless, but emotionless grin, clearly trying to get you to go about your evening. That wouldn't work on you, though.

"Hmmm… Gale, I think there's more to it than that. The figure I saw; she means something to you, I'm sure of it. You can be honest; I'd like to say I had a pretty tame reaction to Astarion's vampirism and Shadowheart's Sharran worship." You can't help but physically respond to him as well with a raised eyebrow and a hand flying to your hip.

"She does. She… is Mystra. I cannot quite describe it, the need I sometimes feel to see her--- to draw the filaments of fantasy into existence." His eyes have glazed over, staring off in the distance towards nothing as if he was now conjuring her up, detail by detail, in his mind. Of course, Mystra was important to him, but no ordinary devotee would feel so desperately drawn to see their idol. "No sculpture or painting could ever do her justice, only the fabric that she herself is and embodies; The weave. Mystra is all magic, and as far as I'm concerned, she is all creation."

"I didn't realize the depth of your devotion." There is a twinge of jealousy, even though there is no reason for it to be there. You have no relationship with this man besides both being survivors, just as there is no reason for you to feel anything towards this goddess.

"Magic is my life. I've been in touch with the Weave for as long as I can remember. There's nothing like it. It's like music, poetry, and physical beauty all rolled into one and given expression through the senses…" He shows off for a moment, flashing lights and shapes between his hands and in front of your face. Impressive, but he's certainly holding back, not revealing too much of his hand yet.

"Would you like to experience it firsthand?"

"Yes, of course I would!" Personal magic lessons from the magic prodigy? Maybe you were wrong to think there was nothing here. He could have thunderwaved you across camp by now if he had been bothered by your intrusion.

"Then follow my lead." He poises his hands up, doing a quick (easily copied) movement that has you feeling ready and at ease.

"Excellent! Now, repeat after me: Ah-Thran Mystra-Ryl Kantrach-Ao."

"Okay, uh… Ah-Thran Mystra… Ryl, Kantrach-Ao!"

"Very good, and I know it's exciting, but no need to shout," he laughs out, doing his best to hold his arms and hands steady. "Now I want you to picture in your mind the concept of harmony. As true as you can."

You let your thoughts and consciousness fade from being at camp, next to Gale, with a mindflayer worm in your gods damned head, to your childhood. Early. Before it had the chance to get bad. Picking dandelions with your friends from the spots of land surrounding your family's. Birds chirping, the smell of fresh baked bread wafting out your kitchen window. Not a drop of blood or a tear in sight. And suddenly, as if you'd been doing it your entire life, the state of calm you'd achieved pushed out a burst of Weave. Gale's eyes widened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal before too long.

"You did it! you're channeling the Weave--- how does it feel?"

"It feels effortless… You're a wonderful teacher, Gale."

"I know." His nose crinkles when he laughs this time. It makes you feel something strange and new in your stomach, makes your throat seize and your guard immediately fall. The moment connects you two, it feels intimate in and of itself. The confidence of having just successfully performed magic, magic for gods' sake… and in front of the most awkwardly attractive wizard you could have been stuck with in this whole situation.

You can't help but think of kissing Gale. With passion, cradling his cheek and neck with a hand each. It's a knee jerk, uncontrollable want that invades your mind before you can hide it from Gale. And see it he does, he nearly chokes on his own breath while his cheeks gain a dusting of light pink and sheen.

"I… didn't think… Sorry, I wasn't expecting… that… But it is a pleasant image to be sure!" His eyes are wide open up until he chokes on his own hitched breath, the unexpectedness of such a romantic gesture tugging at his heartstrings. Making him want. He would have jumped at the chance, sure, but not now. Not with the burden it would put upon you. "…And there it goes. How easily things slip away from us, no matter how hard they were to obtain." He meets your eyes one last time before he turns around, retreating into his tent. "Good night, I enjoyed sharing a moment of magic with you."

And with that, you were left alone, to wander off to your own bedroll and ignore the snores and sleep talking of your other companions. You would do anything to be in that tent after the tension you just accidentally caused, but a daydream or fantasy or two wouldn't kill you, eh?

You could only sit still for a few moments once you had gotten beneath your cover again. Your hand felt like it was physically itching, needing to slip under the loose waistband of your resting pants. Plenty of mental groaning later, you had your fingers gently, slowing moving over yourself. You think of the fact that you left each other breathless— you left Gale breathless— and that he hadn't exactly been upset by you thinking of kissing him… He seemed flattered. He looked at you with bashfulness, after being so cautious and slow to reveal himself for the first while.

It turned you on to no end.

Countless images flashed through your brain, all of them uncontrollable and barely coherent, but enough to bring you closer and closer to the edge. Gale mischievously looking up at you from between your legs, your legs well above your head as he splayed your thighs open and fucked you slowly, meaningfully… He dipped a finger down and toyed with your clit, swollen and sensitive from however many rounds he had already egged you on to do. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, his teeth digging into his lip as he tried to hide a miserable, high-pitched whimper of, "Feels so good, you feel so good, 'm gonna cum!"

And then, you came along with him, in your head. A soft moan slipped past your lips that you prayed nobody heard and sweat clung to your body and bedroll. You slipped a few fingers inside yourself while riding the orgasm out and relished in the slickness. You allowed yourself to sickly dreaming that you were full of Gale. The clarity quickly came in tow, causing you to shake your head and grimace at yourself. At the fact that the situation had made it so that basic human kindness and attention would be enough for you to finish to the thought of somebody.

You wipe your fingers off, let your mind wander around the feeling of his skin and hairs of his chest, as if it were under your cheek that night. You slipped off thinking about the kiss he'd leave on your forehead and soft murmurs you'd have in your ear.

Little did you know that a very flustered, erect Gale was now the one with a difficult night mere meters away.

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He's into you ~ Manjiro Sano x Reader ~ SMUT

002: Dark Desires and Dangerous Games

You stared at the brothers; they were casually sitting in a drinking area, kissing some women. The girl on Ran's lap began kissing him torridly, his hands traveling down her back to her waist.

"Y/N, yahoo!" Yoru waved her hands in front of you.

You turned your gaze to her. "W-what?"

"I've been calling you! What's wrong?"

"Nothing... I... I... I need to go." You fixed your bag, glancing at the Haitani brothers again before turning around and hurrying toward the exit.

Yoru quickly grabbed your hand, spinning you around to face her. "Wait, why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just not feeling well." Yoru furrowed her brow, clearly unsatisfied with your answer.

"Bitch, don't lie to me! You don't look sick. Now c'mon, LET'S FUCKING PARTY!" She threw her right hand in the air and started dancing, pulling you toward the dance floor.

"LET'S GET DRUNK, WOOOHOOO!" Yoru screamed as you both arrived at the dance floor. She immediately began dancing, still holding onto you. "Bitch, c'mon."

Your anxiety spiked, praying the brothers wouldn't notice you—especially Mikey. You knew the brothers were part of Bonten; Emma had updated you, even though you didn't want to know, or maybe you did. Curiosity had gotten the better of you, leading you to research the group Mikey now led. What you found was shocking, uncovering everything thanks to your brothers.

You learned about Bonten's illegal activities, including murder, drugs, rape, and prostitution. But what shocked you the most was seeing the names of Bonten's executives. Knowing the Haitani brothers were here likely meant Mikey was in the area, or worse, in this very club.

As you danced, you cautiously scanned your surroundings, hoping not to see any other Bonten executives. When you realized the Haitani brothers were the only ones around, you tried to relax, deciding to let go for the rest of the night.

"They won't recognize me, right? I mean, I've changed so much, even I can barely recognize myself!" you thought, trying to reassure yourself. "It's okay to let loose tonight, right?" But as you danced, unaware, the two mullet-haired brothers were watching you with matching smirks on their faces.

--- HE'S INTO YOU ----

Loud music echoed in the bar, with people dancing all around the floor while others drank in their seats. However, a different kind of excitement was happening in the underground section of the club—a section hidden from the casual patrons.

This wasn't any ordinary club; downstairs, multiple women were in various rooms, being used and abused by Bonten's executives.

"Ahhh..." a low moan escaped from a man with pink hair and a scar across his lips, as he reveled in pleasure. His arm rested on the head of a girl who was vigorously sucking his dick.

"Suck it harder, baby," he commanded, and the girl obeyed, doubling her efforts.

"Here it comes." He groaned as he erupted in the girl's mouth.

"Swallow it," he demanded before resting his head on the back of the chair.

Around the room, the sounds of other women moaning in pleasure and pain filled the air as Bonten's executives indulged themselves.

Kakucho was seated at the far end of the room, French-kissing a woman while his hand slid beneath her underwear, teasing her relentlessly.

Meanwhile, Koko was on top of a table, thrusting into one girl from behind while fingering another. His dick was inside one, and his hand busied itself with the other, showing no signs of slowing down.

Takeomi and Mucho were sprawled on the floor, each surrounded by three women. Takeomi had one girl in doggy style, his hands sliding between the legs of the other two, fingering them simultaneously. Mucho, on the other hand, had two girls pressed against him, their faces turned toward him as he thrust into a third girl from above.

Mikey sat apart from the chaos, a woman perched on his lap. She nibbled at his neck, trying to get a reaction from him, but he remained blank and detached.

"Your time's up." Mikey's cold voice cut through the noise, and he shoved the girl off his lap.

"No, please, Mikey, give me another chance!" she begged, falling to her knees.

"I already did, and you still couldn't make me hard," Mikey said, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Please, I promise I'll do better—give me—" Before she could finish, Mikey pulled out a gun and aimed it directly at her forehead.

"Leave before I blow your brains out," he threatened, his voice chillingly calm.

The girl scrambled to her feet, fleeing from the room, her naked body trembling in fear.

Moments later, a middle-aged woman entered, pushing a younger girl forward. "Mikey, I've got a fresh one for you," she said, presenting the new girl. "She's just arrived."

The girl, no older than eighteen or nineteen, stood nervously in front of Mikey, her tight red dress hugging her curvy frame. Her innocent face contrasted with her provocative figure, especially her large breasts and round hips, catching the attention of every man in the room.

"Oya?" Sanzu eyed the girl with a predatory grin. "Mikey-kun, mind if I have a taste after you?"

Mikey glanced at him blankly. "Do what you want."

Sanzu licked his lips, already imagining the cruel things he'd do to the girl. The very thought had him hardening.

"What are you doing, bitch? Do something about my cock," Sanzu growled, yanking the woman beside him by her hair and pushing her to the floor.

"I-im sorry!" she stammered, her hands trembling as she wrapped her fingers around him, beginning to stroke him again.

The rest of the executives paid no attention to the new girl, too absorbed in their own activities, except for Mikey, who remained motionless, staring deeply into the young woman's eyes.

She leaned closer to Mikey, her hand sliding provocatively over his chest. "This is my first time," she whispered with a sly smirk. "Aren't you lucky? I'm a virgin."

Mikey's expression didn't change. He continued to watch her with dead eyes. "Are you sure? You seem pretty good at this."

She giggled, running her hand lower toward his pants. "My mother was a prostitute, so she taught me a few tricks."

"Oh, really?" Mikey said, his voice still flat. "So, you wouldn't mind if I did this?"

Without warning, he ripped her dress apart, exposing her bare breasts. He spun her around, forcing her to face the other executives, her legs spread wide. With a sudden move, he slid two fingers inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp.

Mikey's fingers moved faster, earning him a loud moan as the girl climaxed. She twisted her body, her lips crashing against his in a hungry kiss, but Mikey bit her lip hard, drawing blood, before shoving her away.

"You failed to make me hard," he said coldly, his voice dripping with disdain. His dark impulses flared as the girl recoiled in fear, sensing the danger in his aura.

"SANZU!" Mikey barked.

Immediately, Sanzu grabbed the girl in his arms, carrying her out of the room.

Mochi and Takeomi exchanged looks, their faces a mix of frustration and concern.

"What the fuck are we supposed to give him for his birthday?" Mochi asked. "No girl's been able to get him hard."

"Don't ask me," Takeomi muttered, taking a drag from his cigarette.

Minutes later, the Haitani brothers returned to the room, grinning from ear to ear.

"Where's Mikey?" Ran asked, his eyes scanning the room.

The executives remained silent, except for Kakucho, who removed the cigarette from his mouth and spoke. "He already left with Sanzu."

Takeomi kicked his feet up on the table, raising an eyebrow at the brothers. "Where the hell were you two, anyway? Mikey was looking for you."

Ran and Rindou exchanged mischievous glances before smirking. "We've got a gift for Mikey."

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Bored, Eun-hyuk walks through the corridors of the green building, looking at how the residents are getting along with each other. He carries an imperceptible smile on his face from the little memory of his sister proposing between the lines to Hyun-su.

Crossing the hall, his eyes fall directly on her figure sitting absently. Beautiful. He couldn't help thinking. He watches as he crosses his arms, attentive to her details. The pencil in her hand, tracing perfect lines on the notebook in her lap, your foot tapping frantically to the music playing in your headphones and even the way you would unnoticedly tuck the lock of hair that fell across your face behind your ear.

For anyone this would be a cute or ordinary scene. But Eun-hyuk knew you. He loved you. Which of course guaranteed the fact that he knew you very well, and he knew something was wrong. You were nervous, anxious - worried to say the least. You always do that when you're worried, nervous or even scared. Art always called his attention and, from Eun-hyuk's point of view, he found an interesting way of escape. But still his worries did not diminish.

He really noticed how restless and distant you were for a while during the days. He is really distant because of his role as leader of the group, so it's common for 𝗵𝗶𝗺 not to see you. But strangely 𝘆𝗼𝘂 didn't go see him, which sincerely worried him, but he just thought you were thinking that you didn't want to bother him - which wasn't very unusual for you to think, as you always gave him space when needed.

He walks slowly and silently towards you. He watches intently as his fingers scratch the edge of the notebook nervously. Her head hangs down as she hums softly, wanting to concentrate on the music - anything but her problems.

Sitting down next to him, Eun-hyuk gently removes the headphones from his ears, which results in a slight fright on his part by the sudden act. You sigh as soon as you realize who it was and put on your face the widest smile you could manage - which wasn't particularly much.

"Oppa! How are you?" Through her eyes he could confirm with all certainty that something was not right. In response he just smiled, holding your hand, making you let go of the pencil, thus resting it on the notebook.

"how are you? I haven't heard from you lately, so I was worried."

"I'm fine, don't worry." lie. This was clearly a lie. You could even lie very well, but not when it comes to Eun-hyuk. His heart ached when he realized you weren't going to tell him anything, maybe to keep him from worrying.

"something happened, didn't it? You are restless. Besides listening to music, it's something you do when you're really nervous or sad. You can count, y/n. It's okay." You watch him with lost eyes, wondering if you should speak or not. Leaning back against the wall, you sigh as you stare at the ceiling above.

"it's something silly, Eun-hyuk."

"but it's still something. Tell me."

"It's just… today would be my test. The most important of the semester. The proof that I spent weeks studying because I wanted something for my future but, with all this monster business, I wonder if it even really has a future." you let out a sad laugh. You didn't want to tell because it seemed silly, but only you know what happened. a foreigner, who left her family behind to be able to make her proud and become the most studied in the family, being able to bring the life she wanted so much. Only you knew how hard you and your parents worked for you to be here today.

"I know it sounds silly but…I've been waiting for this since I was 14. I struggled, studied and even worked for it. Which in the end became nothing." a silent tear rolls down her cheek. "sorry…it's stupid, I know."

"No…it's not stupid." he guides you to sit between his legs, thus leaning on his chest. He cuddles in her arms while resting his chin on her head, not before leaving a seal in place. "I know it's important to you and I understand more than anyone what it's like to be forced to drop out of school for a bigger reason."

"but the worst of it is that I won't be able to keep our promise."

The promisse. He remembers clearly.

You were in your small apartment for an afternoon of study together. Eun-hyuk was sitting in her swivel chair while you were sitting on her bed, leaning against the wall. You let out a sigh, dropping the book onto the bed with a low grunt.

"Oppa! Why is studying so tiring?" he turns his chair towards her, looking into her eyes with a small smile. He adjusts his glasses as he gets up to sit beside her. You intertwine your hands, looking into his face in awe.

"want to know something? When all this studying, tests and simulations are over, I'm going to marry you." You said suddenly, making Eun-hyuk surprised.

"Marry?" he asks, a little desperate due to the impact of the fright.

"Of course you do, you silly! Or would you rather I marry some college freshman?"

"What? No no! Of course not… I agree to marry you."

"then…" you intertwine your pinkies, joining your thumbs together like a seal. "…it's a promise."

He loves that memory, but it grew sadder and sadder when he stopped to think about their predicament, how their futures were compromised. You bite your lower lip remembering every effort you made to finish college. It was all down the drain.

"Do not think like that. The world could go up in flames, but that's no reason to part with you. I love you. Of course it's hard but, at least for me, if we're together it's just something we'll get through. Together. No matter what happens."

You are silent, absorbing his words. You couldn't disagree, he was definitely your everything, and you couldn't let the situation stop you from thinking about a better future. He also knew that maybe things would never really get better, but he loves you. Very. And I wanted to get through it all with him.

"…Thank you, Eun-hyuk. I don't know how I would be without you. I love you so much and I want more than ever to be with you until the end."

"I love you too, so I'm going to make it happen. I will keep the promise, my love. Don't worry."

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Fireworks

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 31!

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Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 442

Warnings: Just explosive fluff!

Prompt(s): Fireworks

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Christmas with the BAU team was nothing like I imagined. I expected it to be a simple, quiet evening, maybe with a few festive decorations and polite small talk. But I should have known that nothing could ever be ordinary with this group. 

The conference room at Quantico had been transformed into a cozy holiday haven. Twinkling string lights were everywhere, and Penelope had somehow convinced everyone, even Aaron Hotchner, to wear Santa hats or reindeer antlers. Mugs of hot cocoa steamed on every table, and Christmas music filled the room. 

Spencer was sitting beside me, looking more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. His hair was slightly messy from the Santa hat Penelope had plopped on his head and he kept pushing his glasses up, cheeks pink in the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he watched the team share stories. He looked like he was soaking every bit of warmth and joy the night had to offer. 

“Are you having fun?” He asked, leaning over. His voice was soft as he watched me. I nodded, smiling. 

“More than I thought I would. It feels like home.” He smiled back, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. 

“I’m glad you came. It wouldn’t feel the same without you.” The warmth of his words filled me with quiet happiness, and I leaned my head against his shoulder. I was content to just be with him and everyone I’d come to care about. As the night went on, David suggested we head to the rooftop. 

“I heard there’s going to be a surprise tonight.” He said with a mysterious glint in his eye. 

“Fireworks! What better way to end the night?” Penelope squealed, clapping her hands. 

We all bundled up in coats and scarves before making our way up to the rooftop. The night was chilly but clear, and the lights of the city twinkled below us. Spencer slipped his arm around me, pulling me into his side to keep me warm. The others gathered around, chatting and laughing. Their faces were lit by the soft glow of the city lights. 

Then, all at once, the sky exploded in color. Fireworks burst above us in dazzling patterns of red, gold, and green, casting a glow across everyone’s faces. Spencer’s eyes lit up as he watched them, his mouth curving into a small, genuine smile that I always loved seeing. He looked so peaceful. So completely at ease in the moment. I felt his arm tighten around me and I looked up at him. 

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the fireworks. 

“Merry Christmas.” I whispered back.

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Day 31 Happy Halloween (Everybody) Fem!reader

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the street, I received a text from Nathan that made my heart race. “Halloween party at my place! Costumes required. Don’t be late!”

I quickly glanced at the time. There was barely an hour until the festivities began, and my mind raced through costume options. I had planned to wear something simple, but Nathan’s parties were never ordinary. He and his alter ego, Phantom, always went all out, and I wanted to fit in with the creativity that surrounded them.

Once I settled on a witch costume with a stylish twist, I headed out. The night was crisp, the air fragrant with fallen leaves, and the streets were lit with flickering jack-o'-lanterns. Nathan’s house was alive with music as I arrived, a blend of eerie soundscapes and Halloween hits that filled the air.

The moment I stepped inside, I was greeted by a kaleidoscope of costumes. Nathan, dressed impeccably as Phantom, had dark, flowing clothes that swirled around him like shadows, his eyes glinting mischievously. He welcomed me with open arms and a grin. “You made it! You look amazing!”

“Thanks! So, who else is here?” I asked, scanning the room filled with revelers in various costumes.

“Let me introduce you,” Nathan said, leading me further into the house.

In one corner, Hunter Hughes was decked out in leather and gear as the Werewolf Hunter, his intense gaze matching the rugged persona. Nearby, Sam Golbach floated around as Ghost Sam, a white sheet with a playful twist, making everyone laugh as he pretended to scare them.

“Over there,” Nathan pointed to a group, “is Chris Evans as Incubus Chris. He’s got some serious charm going on tonight.” Chris winked at me, a playful smile plastered on his face, making my cheeks warm. Next to him, Robert Downey Jr. as Ghost RDJ was throwing in sarcastic comments, creating a ripple of laughter.

Further down, I spotted MatPat, embracing his alter ego Madpat with enthusiasm, while Dan Ewing, as Vampire!Dillon, was enthusiastically trying to convince people to let him bite them for a “taste of the vampire life.” Ari Boyland, fully in character as Demon!Flynn McAllister, was engaging in a dramatic duel with a fake sword, clearly enjoying the chaos.

The party buzzed with energy. I marveled at Jacksepticeye, whose alter ego, Antisepticeye, was creating delightful havoc with his antics. Colby Brock, channeling Demon Colby, entertained a small crowd with eerie tales, while Milo Cawthorne, in his Killer!Ziggy Grover attire, crafted elaborate mockery of slasher films.

“Hey!” Nathan called, pulling me from my thoughts. “You’ve got to meet the Kratt brothers!”

Martin Kratt stood nearby, donning a Cyclops costume with a large eye that seemed to follow everyone, while Chris Kratt was busy trying to hypnotize a group with his ‘mind control’ skills. Their playful banter had everyone in stitches.

As the night continued, Jesse McCartney arrived, styled as the Headless Horseman, complete with a pumpkin for a head that he cleverly used to talk and sing with. Markiplier, embracing his Darkiplier persona, added a touch of drama to the atmosphere with theatrical gestures and booming laughter.

“Come on!” Nathan pulled me into the crowd, laughter and chatter swirling around us. We danced and mingled, caught in the revelry of the night. Each moment was a tapestry of costumes, laughter, and the vibrant spirit of Halloween.

As the clock approached midnight, Nathan gathered everyone for a toast. “To friendship, creativity, and the spirit of Halloween!” His voice rose above the chatter, and everyone raised their drinks, cheers echoing through the room.

I felt an overwhelming warmth as I looked around. Surrounded by friends in their various personas, the night shimmered with a unique magic. Halloween had never felt so alive. With Nathan at my side and a room full of incredible characters, I knew this was a night I’d never forget. Happy Halloween, indeed.

[noellemadrigal]

Chapter 1 ~ 🐀✨

Art by the amazing @artwork-ns ✨

La Rata 🐀

Huddled and shaking under a branch of a Spanish cedar tree there was a rat. All though this was no ordinary rat. For just a mere few days ago she was a young woman called Noelle who had been exploring the rain forests of Colombia with a few companions she had met on her travels. And now here she was - lost, confused and hungry. She sighed as she tried to take shelter under a leaf whilst the rain began to trickle down onto her fur. It was so cold. So dark.

“How did it come to this?” She asked herself as she closed her eyes, desperately trying to remember.

She could clearly visualise her map in her hands and the path through the jungle that lay ahead of her. She had been hiking with a group of fellow travelers when suddenly a beautiful and strange looking butterfly appeared from behind the trees. She rubbed her head as she tried to remember more details, but her mind was hazy. She could just about recall following the butterfly as it lead her away from the others and deeper into the rain forest. The way it fluttered and sparkled in the few spare beams of light with a glistening aura trailing behind it, almost as if it was magic. It slowly began to float down to the floor, perching itself upon a stump. Noelle knelt down to further inspect it, slipping her hand into her pocket to pull out her art pad. But suddenly there was darkness and when she awoke she was a…

“RAT!”

Noelle gasped and covered her eyes as a high pitched squeak escaped her lips. Surely this wasn’t possible? Perhaps she was just dreaming? She thought to herself. She began to shiver uncontrollably as the water started to seep through the leaf above her, drenching her blonde fur. She had been roaming the forest for days trying to find help before the butterfly once again appeared and guided her through a small mammal sized tunnel that lead through the mountains, revealing a village hidden away on the other side. She felt relieved at first to find civilization and headed to the town to try and seek help, only to be confronted with people jumping, screaming or shooing her away. And of course, her squeak. How could she possibly explain to anybody she was actually a human in need of help? So here she is - helplessly waiting under the tree as she watches the now sleepy village ahead of her. The streets are quiet and illuminated by the soft glows from the candles placed in the villagers windows. She couldn’t help but take a moment to admire how enchanting this place looked, especially through the glistening rain. The cobbled streets were lined with the most colorful and vibrant houses, most of which were coated in flowers and murals. She could hear faint music coming from one of the nearby houses and stood up to take a closer look but accidentally slipped, falling to the ground beneath her.

“Ouch!” she squealed as she lay among the slick mud feeling defeated, allowing her arms to sprawl out above her.

“Why is this happening?”

Noelle closed her eyes once again as she begged in her mind to be saved. Suddenly she could hear the sound of scurrying footsteps and voices coming towards her. She jumped up and ran to hide behind the tree before spotting a colony of rats dashing towards the town whilst conversing with each other.

“Quick! It will be time for food.” One shouted to the rest of the crew, as Noelle peaked around the branch a little befuddled.

She could understand the rats? Of course. Perhaps they could help her. But would they believe she was actually human? Probably not. At least if anything they could possibly help her with food and shelter. She hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and calling out.

“Excuse me! Please…help me”

One of the rats paused and turned their attention to Noelle.

“Oh. Another stray? Follow us!”

He waved his paw and Noelle quickly scampered behind them, struggling to keep up. She still hadn’t fully adjusted to walking on four legs, especially with such little paws. The rats all followed one another in suit, up through the cobbled streets and towards a magnificent looking house on the hill before entering the dwelling through a crack in the wall. An elderly rat with a barrel shaped tummy and little, white beard helped to direct the rats inside one at a time, counting the numbers to ensure nobody was left behind. When he reached Noelle he gave her a pat on the head and smiled.

“There, there. El papito will help you” he reassuringly said as he followed her inside.

“Thank you so much. I’ve been lost for days” she responded, trying to brush the mud off her fur.

She glanced up to notice the other rats had all gathered around her to inspect the new addition, some even approaching to try and give her a sniff.

“Hey! Don’t do that!” She exclaimed as she gestured her hand and took a step back.

“This way” The elderly rat called out as he pushed his way through the other rats with Noelle sticking close by.

“My name is Diego. What is your name?”

“Noelle” she responded softly.

“Well Noelle, I’m sure we can get you the help you need. You look hungry”

“I am. I haven’t eaten for days”

“As I said, Papito will make sure you’re taken care of. And you’ve come at the right time!”

He stopped for a moment as they approached a shoddy looking door towering above them, hidden in the walls of the house. How strange, Noelle thought. She glanced down to see a rat sized doorway adjacent to the human one which appeared to have little hand carved symbols around the edge of it. After following the others inside she could feel something tingle underneath her paws and she looked down to discover the wooden floor was scattered with small, white grains. She licked her paw before grimacing at the taste.

“Salt?!”

Another rat stopped by Noelle, letting out a little chuckle.

“Ah, yes. Salt! You’ll find it everywhere. Papito likes to chuck it around, but isn’t the best at cleaning it up”

“Who is Papito?” She asked.

Suddenly Noelle felt a shift with the floor boards, causing her to lose balance and tumble down. She lifted her head up to see a large shadow appear from behind a dilapidated, red arm chair. Noelle covered her eyes startled.

“Don’t worry chica” Diego placed his paw on Noelle’s shoulder to try and comfort her. "It's just Bruno!"

“Oh hey mi amigos, I was wondering where you had all gone!” The shadow spoke, his voice soft and containing a slight titter.

She opened her eyes and looked up to see a curious and unkempt looking man kneeling above her.

“Well, who do we have here hey?”

Bruno smiled and slowly rested his hand in front of her. Noelle looked over at Diego who nodded his head before she stood up and allowed herself to fall into Bruno’s palm, instantly feeling the warmth of his skin as he gently scooped her up.

“Looks like you’ve had a rough time”

He slouched down in his chair and began trailing his finger across her fur which felt so comforting to Noelle. She couldn’t help but notice he smelt so good too; with hints of sage and sandalwood. He pulled a handkerchief out from his pocket and began to softly wipe the mud off her fur whilst humming to himself. Noelle smiled and closed her eyes as she listened to the sound of his voice which seemed to embrace her with a feeling of peace and safety.

“Wow, rubia! You have very pretty fur hidden under all that mud” Bruno chuckled to himself. “And I bet you’re hungry too?”

Noelle nodded and let out a little squeak in response to Bruno. The other rats began to help themselves to a pile of food that was placed on a table situated next to his chair. Bruno grinned lovingly at his rats as they all began to feast on their dinner. He glanced down at the plate to see there was one piece left and without hesitation passed it over to Noelle.

“I’m afraid sometimes food can be a little eh…scarce here. But we try and make do” He said, trying to sound a little upbeat. “Here, you can have mine…”

She smiled at his kind gesture and took the baked good from his fingers. She couldn’t help but wonder why he appeared to be living in the walls. As she nibbled on the piece of arepa her eyes began to analysis the room around her. It was full of random odds and ends, make shift lanterns and piles of plates. Why did he have so many plates? There were pieces of paper pinned to the wall which appeared to have painted art pieces of rats in different costumes and random doodles. A hammock was seen hooked up behind his chair which Noelle assumed he slept in, due to the lack of a bed. She turned her head as she spotted a little theatre which was placed on top of an old beer barrel. Bruno smiled and pointed at it, a proud expression forming across his face.

“Heh, that’s our stage for my world famous telenovelas!” he chuckled once again before shrugging his shoulders “well, I guess it’s only really me that actually gets to see them. And these guys too!”

Noelle couldn’t help but stare up at Bruno, her eyes filled with admiration as she now began to now study his face. Forgetting for a moment about her initial issue of being a rat. How did he manage to make her feel so instantly at ease? He had the most beautiful, expressive green eyes which illuminated in different shades like an ancient woodland with flickers of evening sunlight breaking through. His prominent but perfectly rounded nose had little freckles scattered across it, and there was a crease in his skin which trailed down to the corner of his mouth where a slight dimple was present every time he smiled. His hair comprised of black, springy curls which appeared to be well groomed and followed the curve of his face, resting just above his collar line. And his smile which was warm and gentle radiated with so much love. Bruno looked down at Noelle as she let out a yawn, rubbing his finger on top of her head.

“It’s been a long day I bet. Perhaps you should sleep? I know I’ve got a lot I gotta do tomorrow myself!”

He nodded over at a set of tools situated on the floor which comprised of a bucket, trowel, paint brushes and a pot containing some form of plastering.

“Somebody’s gotta fix those cracks after all”

He continued as he stood up and placed Noelle on his shoulder before reaching out to unpin his hammock.

“I should have done more today, but I just…”

Bruno paused and let out a heavy sigh before shaking his head and removing his ruana, draping it over his chair. He then guided the hammock over to the other side of the room to hang it up before allowing himself to gently drop inside it, causing the hammock to swing for a moment.

“You can sleep wherever you feel comfortable rubia”

Noelle smiled at his kind comment and moved across to his chest, allowing herself to slip into his pocket slightly. Bruno let out a chuckle, which he seemed to do often, and placed his hand over the top of her. She was so tired after having not slept for days, and it wasn’t long until she drifted off peacefully to sleep. Bruno smiled as some of the other rats began to settle around him.

“Buenas noches mi amigos, and welcome little rubia” he softly said as he stroked Noelle one more time before closing his eyes and floating into a deep slumber.

[theuniversetraveler]

Took me way too long to get this uploaded, I went through a mental slump and dragged my feet finishing the drawing and I struggled to get the bios typed up because I didn't know what to say for some of them. Anyways, let's get into it.

The A-B groups focus on Dusty and the characters from his world. They're all a part of a comic project that I've had rattling around in my head since I was young.

In essence it follows Dusty as he uses his powers to protect the city from evil, as well as helping the citizens with whatever they have going on. Think Sonic the Hedgehog meets Spider-Man meets Steven Universe.

and now the bios (left to right):

Dusty (15): A teen that lives with his mother Michelle in Somewhere City. He acts as the protector of the city and saves it from disaster whenever the need arises. When he's not saving the day, he lives like an ordinary teen. He attends high school and is part of the cheer squad, in his free time he spends it reading his favorite comic, The Adventures of the Daring Dinah Dynamo, or listening to his favorite music. Optimistic and headstrong, he's an outgoing and friendly guy who is always willing to put the needs of others before his own, sometimes to his detriment.

After being exposed to a strange chemical, he gained above average strength, speed, agility, stamina, flexibility, and durability. His arms are elastic, and he can throw punches and grab things at a distance.

Darcy (14): A girl from Somewhere City who is Dusty’s best friend and classmate. She's the first person Dusty befriended after he moved. Always full of energy, she's always constantly on the move and has a hard time sitting still. She's very outspoken and says whatever is on her mind, which more often than not gets her into trouble. She's incredibly loyal and will stand by her friends no matter what.

Michelle (36): A woman from the city of Marklynn. She moves to Somewhere City with her son Dusty for a fresh start. She’s a woman with a rough edge that tries her best to be a kind and nurturing mother, but her short temper sometimes gets in the way. She’s an expert mechanic and is very capable at fixing things.

Cliff (48): A man from Somewhere City. He’s a single dad that has two kids, Connor and Darcy. He and his wife split when the kids were young. Since then, he’s done his hardest to ensure that they have a good life. He is a fount of wisdom that many people rely on, and he has a surplus of patience. He does have his limits however.

Jackie (33): The mayor of Somewhere City. She's a highly motivated and well composed individual who takes her job very seriously. Sometimes a little too seriously, to the point where she forgets to take breaks. Fortunately for her she has the support of her friends to keep her from working too hard, Cliff being one of them. The two have been friends since they were kids and have a sibling-esque relationship.

Bolt (N/A): A highly advanced robot created by Darius Mason, a brilliant roboticist and engineer, and one of Dusty’s friends. He was built as part of an experiment to create a fully autonomous robot that could think and feel like a normal person. Bolt himself is a kind and inquisitive individual with a passion for helping others. He's a bit naive when it comes to his perception of the world, always trying to see the best in people.

Bolt was built to be nearly invulnerable and was later upgraded with super strength and the capability of flight. Along with these features, he was given the ability to unleash energy blasts from his palms.

Aura (15): An alien from the far reaches of outer space. They crashed in the mountains near where Dusty and his friends happened to be camping. She can understand what Dusty and friends say, but can’t communicate with them. Her body contains an inordinate amount of energy unique to their race, and she can float and survive in the vacuum of space. They’re a kind and peaceful individual, and aren't afraid to face danger to help her friends.

[lovejustforaday]

Shoegaze Classics - Xuvetyn

Xuvetyn - Lovesliescrushing (1996)

Main Genres - Ambient, Shoegaze, Ethereal Wave, Experimental

A decent sampling of: Drone, Noise, Dream Pop, Post-Rock, Neo-Psychedelia

I'm not gonna lie - I'm super excited to gush about this record. I've been meaning to get around to reviewing this bountiful, fascinating little gem for years now. Let's hope that I can do this often unsung masterpiece the much needed justice that it deserves.

🙙

I touched on this previously in my Ride review, but for all of the talk of the 'Big 3' of shoegaze, I think that many of the younger shoegaze fans these days would agree that Slowdive and My Bloody Valentines' discographies are a cut above the Ride catalogue. Not to diss on the band, but the Big 3 is really starting to feel more like a Big 2 these days, with Slowdive's relevance to new fans only increasing over time whilst Ride's relevance seems to be stagnating.

This has left a potential vacuum in the consensus online. Don't get me wrong; plenty are still going to champion Ride as one of the giants of shoegaze, and most folks that were around for the original scene that celebrated itself are most likely still diehard for Ride as the scene's closest group to being mega rockstars.

But in terms of the legacy of 90s shoegaze, could there still be a record that is missing from all-time canonization? One that has oft been overlooked when discussing this supposed "Big 3"? Is one of indie rock's most beloved and revisited eras still hiding an elusive diamond in the rough?

In case it wasn't already obvious, that's the case I'm going to be making today. And I don't think I'm entirely alone on this one. Few shoegaze bands from the 90s have had such a considerable late resurgence like this band, though they've always had a cult following.

Today I'll be making the case for Lovesliescrushing, the creative juggernauts behind the 1996 experimental ambient shoegaze masterpiece Xuvetyn.

The Band

Lovesliescrushing are one of the rare American bands of the original 90s wave.

The project began in 1991 as the brainchild of avant-garde guitarist and producer Scott Cortez, who teamed up with the apparitional soprano voice of singer Melissa Arpin-Duimstra, a vocalist who more than any other shoegaze vocalist before or since has dedicated her artistry to using the singing voice as a medium to carry and modulate the properties of sound timbre first and foremost.

Daringly, Lovesliescrushing as a band decided to forego having a rhythm section altogether. Not even a drum machine. The band's radical ethos right from its inception would seem to have been to distill shoegaze rock music down to a purified elemental substance, achieving the platonic ideal by creating an undisturbed solution of dense and glorious blended textures.

Indeed, where reverberated guitar sounds with bizarre effects and blended vocals were what set apart bands like Swervedriver, Catherine Wheel, and Curve from being otherwise ordinary indie/alternative rock bands, the qualities I just described encompassed the near-entirety of Lovesliescrushing's early output, taking the concept of the subgenre to its logical extreme.

The band pioneered what is essentially the fusion of ambient music and shoegaze, a match made in heaven as far as I'm concerned. This marriage of genre ethos would give way to some of the most unyielding sublime auditory sensations that I have ever been so fortunate to have experienced.

Lovesliescrushing also had one foot steeped firmly in the murky waters of ethereal wave (particularly on the sophomore record), the goth subgenre which served as shoegaze and dream pop's most apparent predecessor and influence. Indeed, some of the band's material can be seen as building upon the prototypical blueprint that can be found in Cocteau Twins' fourth LP Victorialand which similarly removed the rhythm section in order to create pure blissful atmosphere.

Some may see Cortez's work as hero worship, and I've heard a dozen or so folks accuse this band of being "My Bloody Valentine without the melodies and drums", but this is a grossly reductionist take that does a huge disservice to just how brazenly groundbreaking and experimental this band's early work was at the time and still remains to this day.

Lovesliescrushing also regularly made their foray into other schools of experimental music like drone, sound collage, and harsh noise, incorporating these ideas into their creative process. Some of their material even sounds like experimental music with no apparent roots in any particular legacy whatsoever.

This is honestly some very radical music. I can't think of much of anything really quite like early Lovesliescrushing. Perhaps MBV is one of the closest points of reference, but then only because they were a shoegaze band that also sounded quite unlike anything at the time.

Information on the beginnings of this band is scant on the internet compared to many other shoegaze artists, and they were never well-documented by the alternative music press the way that bands like Slowdive or even Catherine Wheel were. And as far as the North American scene goes, Drop Nineteens definitely overshadowed their popularity.

I think it's a fair assessment to say that Lovesliescrushing were truly underground in the band's formative years. I remember only as far back as 2017, when I was just getting into this band through online recommendations, that even many avid fans of Slowdive and MBV had never even heard of this band. But I digress.

Lovesliescrushing released their debut LP Bloweyelashwish twice: first as a casette tape in 1992 on their own indie label with a shorter track listing, and then as a longer full-length album in 1993 on Projekt Records, with newer recordings and mastered versions of the songs.

Bloweyelashwish is a beautiful record in its own right. More generally noisy and droning than its successor, with crunchier guitar sounds, blown out distortion, and a listless melancholic atmosphere. Somewhat closer to very early Sonic Youth, or some of A.R. Kane's weirdest output. What the record does somewhat lack, at least in comparison to its successor, is relative cohesion.

Nevertheless, some very brilliant tracks on the debut LP. "Babysbreath" is music for when you need to smother your tears in a pillow with all of the lights off, "Sugaredglowing" is one of my favourite ambient tracks ever (and a surprisingly potent form of migraine relief), and "youreyesimmaculate" is a stunning and ethereal foreshadowing of what was to come next.

Speaking of which...

The Record

Xuvetyn is... what even is it?

Xuvetyn is a series of documented sound frequencies that would be made by a sentient, shimmering blue light galaxy consisting entirely of trillions upon trillions of frozen ice shard particles. Alternatively, it is the contradictory sound of the bitter coldness of the universe itself caressing the listener in a warm cocoon.

The fact that most of all of this is accomplished with guitar, pedal, vocals, and some studio effects here and there is still unfathomable to me. That is an incredible feat in itself.

Judging solely by the ability to create awe-inspiring atmosphere, I don't believe that there is any other shoegaze band that has managed to accomplish the level of mastery that Lovesliescrushing consistently demonstrates on this record. Yes, If Loveless was the zenith of shoegaze texture, then Xuvetyn is the zenith of shoegaze atmosphere. Completely surreal and captivating.

As I've described the band's sound itself, Xuvetyn really is the concept of shoegaze distilled into its essence, then manipulated ever so slightly with a delicate songcraft and expertise, in order to give these tracks a semblance of form and structure. But make no mistake - there is no solid seabed foundation to this ocean of resonant sounds like there would be on any other shoegaze record. No, this is just infinite, icy sonic fluid that flows all the way down into a multi-dimensional abyss. And holy fuck is it ever beautiful.

Which is not to say that there is no songwriting here - just that it is incredibly subtle. But also incredibly effective.

People who generally don't care for or listen to ambient music often stereotype the genre as being uninteresting, low-effort, or too non-descript, when in fact all of the truly greatest ambient musicians know that making a masterpiece is about learning how to do miraculous things with precious little. It requires immense patience (as does the listener sometimes), a keen ear for detail, and meticulous perfectionism. Unsurprisingly, Scott Cortez strikes me as being just that kind of guy.

The album is a double LP in length, with an hour and sixteen minutes runtime and a listing of 18 tracks. Most songs generally run over the five minute mark, with the A, B, and C sides of the record all padded out every one or two tracks with these really curious little intermissions that are generally less than a full minute each.

These intermissions are often the most experimental recordings on the album, like the abrasive hailstorm noise collage of "Aquan 1" and the gloomy factory white noise of "Hum VIbralux". I could see how someone might want to omit these, but personally I think it adds to the record's pacing by giving it room to breathe, and they made the right decision to let up for the last set of tracks. Plus, the little intermissions are all so deliciously weird that it kinda reminds me of the way that your brain will just plant these bizarre, inexplicable little blips in the middle of your dreams sometimes.

Also hey, can I just nerd out about something really silly for a second? Has anyone ever noticed how a bunch of the track names on this record end in an "-ed"? "Threaded", "Handed", "Blue-Eyed", "Honeyed", "Blooded". Just another cute little detail, adding to the esoteric nature of this record, and I appreciate the alliteration.

OKAY, let's just get to the track by track analysis already.

Admittedly this is one of those records that hits you with the very best it has to offer right out of the gate. Listening to "Valerian (Her Voice Honeyed)" is among the most sublime feelings I have ever experienced in my life, literally ever. Not just in music but like, anything.

Think of any familiar place, or perhaps a virtual space in a piece of media, that held a sort of transcendental significance to you during your childhood, as though it carried a life of its own, a place that you may have revisited in your warmest dreams - for me, it's the lost woods in Ocarina of Time. Think of the sensation that those transcendent spaces would give you.

This track is that same sensation, only on steroids. As soon as that heavy ambient wall fades into the foreground and the sense of infinity takes hold, this gently flowing waterfall of dark sound matter creates a sort of window of reflection into wherever it is in your soul that you have ever felt the most at home. I get that music is a subjective experience at the end of the day, but I feel like what I just described would be inevitable for almost any listener, unless they simply weren't listening to this track the right way. One of the greatest songs ever? I'd wager a hard fucking yes.

The good news is that from here, you have only just begun your journey into a world of many more sublime and mysterious figures.

"Xarella Almandyne" is like the sound of a choir of angels in a massive hall the size of an entire city - the unknowable, lovecraftian, biblically-accurate seraphim kind of angel. Somehow soothing, yet oddly paralyzing at the same time. Based on this track alone, I must say that I'm not entirely convinced that Scott and Melissa are regular mere mortals of this world.

"Blooded And Blossom-Blown" is an eerie, gleaming, and loudly piercing void. I find the majority of the songs on this record to be overall comforting, sometimes somber and darkly mystifying if anything, but this might be the one odd track that genuinely unsettles me; in a way that I cannot get enough of, mind you. Compared to what we often call white noise, this piece represents sound that I visualize in the distinctly unnatural shades of negative blues and turquoises.

"Virgin Blue-Eyed" is a very rare departure in the band's early discography from their guitar ambience, focusing on the incantations of Melissa's euphonious elven voice, with clanging little bells in the background (which, funnily enough, technically makes this the most percussive track on either of the band's first two records).

My favourite of the intermissions is "Seesaw". Transitory shoegaze in a continuously elevating loop, like music for the loading screen that would take you to the shoegaze version of heaven, or perhaps the mythological world of Mag Mell.

"Golden-Handed" is soft, swirling, hypnagogic, and lamenting. This ambient ethereal wave track manifests as the faintest, loneliest light flickering in the gloomy hush of an otherwise dead midnight. Completely arresting atmosphere.

"Bones of Angels" is a two parter - first there's "Bronze Lit Feathers", a labyrinthine chorus of resplendent, inharmonious, and rippling guitar impressions, drifting almost aimlessly and forming only vague constellations with the help of Melissa's frail melody, and a foundation of ambient bass notes cutting through the discordance with great magnitude. This is contrasted by the second part "Her Tongue Pulled Out", wherein the sky parts and the drifting guitar sounds align into a shrill cry, forming a radiant column of sonic light, as if something gorgeous is beginning to descend upon the world. Music for high priestesses summoning divine power.

Xuvetyn reaches its second greatest peak with the penultimate track "Ghosts That Swirl", a piece which opens with this really foreboding orchestra of dreary, gargantuan ambient chimes, sounding as though the world around the listener was compressing in on itself and then stretching in and out of itself, like alternating waves in the membrane of the universe. This overture leads into an ominous, secluded, and crystalline dreamland soundscape, further removed from reality than any other track on the record, and unlike any other song that I have ever experienced. This is music that could only be dreamt up from the confines of a comatose slumber, wherein Melissa's whispers in your ear are the only traces connecting you to the corporeal world, though only audible as faint echoes far off in the distance of a seemingly endless cerulean.

I could go on all day but I've decided to end the track-by-track analysis here. The entire record is vividly evocative beyond what should be reasonably possible (and what I can convey words). You might get something entirely different from my descriptions of these tracks, but I guarantee that you will experience something unearthly.

What Came After That?

Lovesliescrushing followed up their first two records with a series of two records in 2002 that were more just straight up ambient music, rather than comprising an ambient shoegaze fusion.

The first of these is Glissceule, a similarly icy record to Xuvetyn with less dark edge and more of a reserved calm, plus more electronic elements. Second was the more ambiguous Voirshn which I enjoy significantly less than previous projects unfortunately.

The band has sporadically released more ambient records over the course of the last couple of decades, which I have yet to really deep dive into. Scott has worked on a few separate projects, most notably his other band Astrobrite which releases much harsher noise shoegaze records. Nothing from this band has really grabbed me like Lovesliescrushing's work, so I am not very familiar with it.

Like I mentioned previously, Lovesliescrushing's relevance in online shoegaze circles has seen a steady increase over time for a little while now. But Scott and Melissa have always been favs amongst the more hardcore followers of the scene, achieving an almost mythical status as figureheads of the experimental shoegaze micro-scene. And they're pretty much always one of the first bands I see people recommending nowadays when someone online says that they're looking for more "weird shoegaze".

And believe me, I'm one of those nerds recommending this band with every relevant opportunity that I can seize. This should be among the first dozen records we play when the aliens come down to Earth, in order to plead our case for the culture of humankind. This is a very special piece of art.

I won't pretend that this is going to be music for everyone, but if you really wanna transcend your corporeal existence in way that doesn't involve experimenting with potentially harmful substances, I can't really think of any better method. Xuvetyn is from beyond our plane of existence - some people native to our world (allegedly) just happened to manifest it one day.

Join me next time where, in case this review wasn't goddamn long enough, I will be doing a series of reviews on every major Slowdive release from the self-titled EP all the way up to their latest record 🙃.

10/10

Highlights: "Valerian (Her Voice Honeyed)", "Ghosts That Swirl", "Bones of Angels", "Xarella Almandyne", "Golden-Handed", "See Saw", "Blooded and Blossom-Blown", "Virgin Blue Eyed", "Flowered Smother", "Mother of Pearl", "Mandragora Louvareen", "Milkysoft", "Hum Vibralux", "Staticburst"

[solarwynd]

mhj:

made every single mv for every track in their discography

have insane paid playlisting (that gets covered because their music is decent) in some cases more than jk too

situated herself above bts (this might seem silly but it's powerplay on her part)

namedropped bts, illit, and lsrfm and useless knets starts attacking the lsrfm and illit

she also bought the brands, awards (which jimin would have won otherwise) and music festivals

made newjeans fans successfully believe she is a victim of misogyny, those girls are mistreated and now they are defending her like anything

told their girls are crying and supporting her

most of the netizens are on her side even though she shamelessly admitted looking for a shaman?

whole twt thinks that hybe bought awards from newjeans = their flop faves downfall is planned by hybe? wow this woman is more evil and cunning than I thought

I don’t believe that MHJ bought any awards for nwjs. They had a good year last year so I’ve never side eyed them winning. What was crazy to me was Jimin not winning anything for these western awards when he got noms or not being nominated in the first place (since hybe didn’t bother to submit him) when he had an incredible year. I do believe that Hybe used their connections to get them stages and these brands, but that’s nothing out the ordinary because I expect that from a company.

For any tokki to say that nwjs is mistreated is straight lie. They’re dragging it. Literally saw a post scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to prove it because they were sitting on the floor in the big ass practice room of a multi million dollar building watching reaction vids on an iPad…Like had this situation with hybe not occurred, tokkis wouldn’t even be brining that claim up so we’re ignoring that. And I honestly don’t care about what’s happening with MHJ. She’s weird down and with how she’s been moving, you’d think tokkis would prioritize those girls over wanting to keep MHJ intact just cause they prize her visual concepts.

The amount of hit tweets I’ve seen from kpop stans trying to relate hybe’s transgressions to groups that have never had any connection to that company (or brining up groups that disbanded before hybe was even formed) proves how stupid these people are. And then it’s mainly exols chatting. They truly believe that exo was so peak in quality that it’s just so unfathomable to them that they fell off. The conversation couldn’t just stay on the topic of corrupt ceos. They always have to bring BTS into it.

[nomacam]

Bang Chan: The Heartbeat of Stray Kids and K-pop's Humble Hero

Bang Chan, the leader of Stray Kids, is not just an ordinary K-pop idol; he's a multifaceted artist with a heart of gold. From his captivating stage presence to his exceptional talent and leadership skills, Bang Chan has captured the hearts of fans worldwide.

One of the most striking things about Bang Chan is his dedication to his craft. He's not only a talented singer and dancer but also a skilled producer and songwriter. His passion for music shines through in every performance, and his ability to connect with fans on a personal level is truly remarkable.

But what truly sets Bang Chan apart is his kindness and humility. Despite his immense talent and success, he remains down-to-earth and approachable, always taking the time to interact with fans and express his gratitude for their support. His positive attitude and genuine personality have made him a role model for many.

Bang Chan is also known for his strong leadership skills within Stray Kids. As the group's leader, he leads by example, always putting the needs of the group above his own and ensuring that everyone feels valued and included. His dedication to his fellow members and his willingness to take on challenges head-on have earned him the respect and admiration of his peers.

Outside of his work with Stray Kids, Bang Chan is also known for his philanthropy. He has participated in various charitable activities and has used his platform to raise awareness for important causes. His generosity and compassion for others have made him a beloved figure not just within the K-pop community but also in the wider world.

In conclusion, Bang Chan is more than just a K-pop idol; he's a true artist and humanitarian. His talent, humility, and kindness make him a shining example for others to follow. As fans, we are incredibly lucky to have someone like Bang Chan in the industry, and we can't wait to see what he has in store for us next.

[mikloc4]

KNIGHTS OF THE FALLEN ERA

By: Matthew and Eli

Dearest reader,

Don’t question the style of writing you are about to read.

Intro

Scene 1: In a dark forest, far away, caught between time, reality, and fantasy, there are no lights, no sound—only the stillness of the night. In the distance, a faint light flickers. The light grows larger and larger until it reveals itself as a bonfire. A cloaked man hunches close to the fire, tossing small twigs into the flames to make it burn brighter. As if addressing the unseen, he looks into the distances

CLOAKED MAN:

 (raspy) I may look like I'm mad, but I am surely all here. You’re probably wondering where you are. Well, you’re in Athrill—the land of hopes and dreams…

His voice seems to lose all expression as his face shifts from a twisted look to one of pain and torture.

CLOAKED MAN

or at least, that’s what it once was. Now, it's the land of death and despair. No hope or dreams live here anymore.

His head snaps toward the fire, his hand hovering above the flame, letting it lightly burn his skin.

CLOAKED MAN: 

There was a time when this land was beautiful, when this land was amazing. I was a young boy when that time was…, it seems so long ago. There used to be music, laughter, love— but he took it all away… the Lord of Darkness.

The Cloaked Man stands, stepping away from the fire, he puts it out. Everything is thrust back into darkness; all is quiet except for the footsteps of the cloaked man.

CLOAKED MAN:

He drained us all, and anyone who stood up to him—oh, they received the worst punishment of all. Trapped in a prison of their own creation, endlessly tortured, day in and day out.

Out of the quietness, horse hooves ride in the distance, drawing nearer and nearer, until it's like they're running right past your ear. The cloaked man takes in his surroundings, he's panicking, breathing heavily. He grabs his belongings and starts to run.

HORSEMAN 1:

(pointing) There he is! Grab him, do not let him escape!

All the horsemen begin to chase after him, riding right behind as he ducks and runs through bushes and branches, cutting himself and leaving a blood trail. The cloaked man spots a cave to his left, takes a sharp turn, and runs deep into the cave, slowly disappearing. The horsemen start running in circles, having lost him.

HORSEMAN 1:

 How could we have let him get away?!

HORSEMAN 2:

It's whatever, man. Let's head back to the castle. He's done for anyway.

The horsemen ride off slowly, disappearing into the distance. From the depths of the cave, the cloaked man appears again. He kneels, picks up a stick, mumbles an incantation, and blows on the stick. It ignites.

CLOAKED MAN:

Monsters, all of them. They do the Lord of Darkness's bidding, thinking there's no escape. Pathetic fools...

He turns his head, staring off into the distance as if he were once again looking at an unseen audience.

CLOAKED MAN:

But… It is foretold that a group of knights, of true might and true power, shall rise from the darkness and ascend to the light, to shatter the eternal reign of shadows. They shall be known as

He walks off deeper into the cave, letting the light fade away as he collapses. Now, surrounded by nothing but darkness.

CLOAKED MAN:

(coughs) they will be known as Knights of the fallen era

Scene 2: The flash of a bright light reveals a bustling city of stone, filled with a thick, moist fog flowing throughout. The citizens move idly by in a drunken gaze as the sounds of horses, chattering and metal clanging echo around. But then, someone out of the ordinary stands out amongst the crowd, wearing a cloak and brandishing a sword. He walks with his head held low; his face shielded by his helmet. An ugly looking goblin bumps into him.

UGLY GOBLIN: 

watch it bud

The man lifts his head up, and the ugly goblin can only see his eyes staring from his helmet—eyes of pain and suffering just staring into the ugly goblin’s soul.

UGLY GOBLIN: 

I… I'm sorry. I don't want any problems. I just… I'll be on my way.

The man lowers his head again and continues walking, but only a little bit, as it seems he has reached his destination. He lifts his head up to read the sign that reads “Grimm’s Tavern.” The man enters.

Scene 3: A cozy little dim-lit tavern, filled with a variety of creatures—humans and monsters—all look up as the man closes the door behind him. He moves forward, and when he does, everything goes back to normal. The loudness of the tavern roars above everything else as the man makes his way to a stool and takes a seat.

GRIM: 

Hello, stranger. Don’t think I’ve seen ya here before. What can I get for ya? We’ve got the finest selection of beer, and an even grander selection of food. Just let me know what ya fancy, and I’ll get it for ya, brother.

THE MAN:

You’ve only just met me, and you’re offering me alcohol and food? Your name does not suit you at all.

GRIM:

(Laughing/Yelling) I get that a lot, my friend! I reckon me parents were drunk when they named me… or maybe they just didn’t like me all that much! (Laughs even harder)

THE MAN: 

(Chuckles) Maybe. Well, Grimm, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Atreyus.

GRIM:

(Drying a glass) Well, it’s a pleasure to meet ya, but I can already tell you’re not here just to swap names and get to know me. So, what do ya need?

ATREYUS:

I’m looking for someone. You ever heard the name Elijah before?

Grim sets the glass down begins scratching his chin thinking for a long moment Atreyus looks and waits patiently for him to respond

GRIM:

I don't…

Before Grimm can say another word, he’s interrupted by an even uglier goblin—this one has one eye and a crooked smile. The goblin sets his hand on Atreyus’s shoulder and lets out a laugh.

UGLIER GOBLIN:

If you’re looking for Elijah, I’m the one you need! Me and him, we’re great buddies. I know him so well, I could take you right to him if you’d like—I could, I could

GRIM:

Shit-face, go bother someone else, will ya? Trust me, Atreyus, you don’t want anything to do with this fella. He’s bad news—always has been, always will be.

ATREYUS:

Grim, I'm grateful for your concern, but I can handle this myself. Trust me.

Grim shrugs his shoulders and walks away, pouring somebody else another drink and starting a new conversation elsewhere. Now, it’s just Atreyus and the uglier goblin.

ATREYUS:

So you know Elijah, you say? Where can I find him?

UGLIER GOBLIN

(rubbing his hand together) Yes, I can help you find him, and I know him very well. We normally sit at that table over there, discussing many things.

Atreyus looks over to the corner and notices a small table, dimly lit by a window.

ATREYUS:

Many things, huh? Well, that’s not important to me. I just need to know where he is, so tell me.

UGLIER GOBLIN:

Now, I don’t just give information away for free. There’s a price for everything—you should know that.

ATREYUS:

(sighs) I figured as much. Name your price, goblin.

UGLIER GOBLIN:

Oh, I’m sure we can think of something. I’m not an unreasonable man, but…

Atreyus squints his eyes, knowing this dirtbag is going to try to bleed him dry—either all his cash or something worse. But Atreyus won’t lose his cool; he’ll stay calm and play along.

ATREYUS:

Just name your price.

The uglier goblin runs his fingers across Atreyus’s blade, chuckling a little bit as his evil smirky, twisted smile becomes more twisted.

UGLIER GOBLIN:

That sword of yours would catch a mighty, mighty fine price. Say hand over the sword, and we’ll call it a deal. If not, I’ll just take the sword off your DEAD BODY.

The goblin holds a blade up to Atreyus’s side and laughs, continuing to laugh. Atreyus just sighs.

ATREYUS:

Are you sure you wanna do this?

UGLIER GOBLIN:

Oh, I DEFINITELY wanna do this!

Quick as lightning, Atreyus is able to move his elbow down with the force of an elephant, knocking the blade out of the uglier goblin's hand. The Uglier goblin steps back, and Atreyus quickly moves down, takes the blade from the ground, and drives it into the uglier goblin's good eye. The uglier goblin falls, backing away and screaming in pain, slamming into the wall. Atreyus walks over to him and bends down.

ATREYUS:

Now, where is he?

UGLIER GOBLIN:

 (Grabbing his eye) About 2 miles out of town, there’s a small cottage next to a river. You can’t miss it, you really can’t.

Atreyus looks back to Grim and nods his head. Grim just stares at Atreyus and nods as well.

ATREYUS:

Thanks for your help, Grim. If I ever find myself back in town, I’ll drop by.

Atreyus walks out the door and shuts it behind him. He is now back out in the streets of the bustling city. He lowers his head again and begins moving through the crowd, disappearing. But from a rooftop, someone watches him, slowly observing him, slowly tracking him.

Scene 4: It took about 30 minutes to get out of the city, and now Atreyus was surrounded by nothing but trees, with light slowly creeping through the branches. He was on a long, winding road, and from time to time, people would pass by—either in their carriages, on horseback, or walking like him—but all going in the opposite direction, never staying too long to chat. Atreyus takes a moment, stops, and sits under a tree. He lowers his head for a moment and closes his eyes.

WOMEN'S VOICE:

Atreyus… Atreyus… ATREYUS!

Atreyus snaps his head up quickly, looking around, taking in his surroundings, breathing heavily. He draws his sword as he hears something rustling from the bushes. Slowly, he creeps closer and closer, then swings— but there’s nothing there.

ATREYUS:

(Sighs) Just playing tricks on myself.

Atreyus puts away his sword and begins walking again, thinking to himself, What was he doing, chasing another ghost, another dead end for the council? Atreyus could still turn back, but when he looks up, he realizes he's already at the cottage. Atreyus walks up to the door and knocks. No answer. He knocks again. No answer. Atreyus almost steps back to kick the door down, but a voice behind him prevents that.

ELIJAH:

I’d appreciate it if you didn’t knock my door down. I’m not in the mood to go look for a new door today.

Atreyus looks back, a small, scrawny, stick-like boy emerges out of nowhere, holding nothing but a bag that seems to be filled with glass bottles and strange contraptions.

ATREYUS:

Are you... Elijah?

ELIJAH:

Sadly, yes, that would be me. Let me guess, you weren't expecting someone like me?

ATREYUS:

Actually, you fit your description.

Elijah smirks, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. 

ELIJAH:

Well, that’s a relief. I’d hate to think I disappointed your expectations, but something tells me you’re not a fan. So, what do you want?

ATREYUS:

It’s not what I want—it’s what the council wants. Elijah, you’ve been convicted of committing crimes against the Council of Higher Enlightenment.

Elijah drops his bag, glancing toward the side of the house where the road lies. Atreyus tilts his head as if to say, "You’re not going to make it." But Elijah thinks otherwise. Stepping back, he suddenly bolts toward a path that, strangely, seems to have appeared out of nowhere. Without hesitation, Atreyus gives chase.

ATREYUS:

Don’t make this harder on yourself, Elijah! Come back, and I’m sure the council will show Mercey! But if you keep running, I have the authority to kill you!

Atreyus’s words seem to not work on Elijah. Atreyus stops running, and Elijah looks back to notice that Atreyus has stopped pursuing him. Thinking he’s in the clear, Elijah picks up his pace and begins to run faster and faster and faster. But suddenly, out of nowhere, he’s flung into the air, caught in a trap set but by who? Elijah doesn’t remember it being there when he was coming back. Who put that there? Elijah struggles for a moment but then stops when he hears footsteps getting closer and closer. He looks down to see Atreyus standing underneath him.

ATREYUS:

They told me you were smart, but I guess not smart enough to avoid falling into one of your own traps.

Elijah:

I... I DIDN’T SET THIS HERE.

Atreyus’s head tilts; he couldn’t tell if Elijah was lying or telling the truth. Either way, it doesn’t matter to him. He cuts down Elijah and walks over to pick him up. Elijah jumps forward, knocking Atreyus onto the floor and ripping off Atreyus’s helmet.

ATREYUS:

What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get off me!

ELIJAH:

Freeing you.

Elijah places both his hands on Atreyus's temples and mumbles an incantation. All of a sudden, Atreyus's eyes roll into the back of his head, blinding lights going off in his head, not being able to see anything. Images of war, blood, freedom, beauty, peace all flash before Atreyus's eyes. Then nothing. Atreyus sits up and is surrounded by an empty white space. Atreyus looks over and sees a young boy crying.  

ATREYUS

Hey, kid, you all right?

The boy lifts his head up, and Atreyus's eyes widen. That little boy isn’t just any little boy—it’s him. But that couldn’t be him. How is that possible? Young Atreyus locks eyes with older Atreyus.

YOUNG ATREYUS

They took everything from us. Every drop of blood, every tear shed…they’ll pay. We’ll kill them all.

Before Atreyus can say another word, he's pulled out of the trance and back in reality. Elijah still on top of him with his hands on his temples. Atreyus shoves Elijah off of him, stands up, and picks Elijah up by the collar.

ATREYUS:

what the fuck did you do to me?! what the fuck was that?! I’ll…I’ll...

Atreyus steps away from Elijah, allowing Elijah to get up on his own. Atreyus watches him for a moment, but Elijah remains silent. Without a word, Atreyus draws his sword.

ATREYUS:

I'm supposed to bring you in alive, but I'm starting to think I'll bring you in dead.

ELIJAH:

No, I don’t think you will, my friend. And I know you won’t, because I have freed your mind. The corruption of the council…they are the enemy, not me.

Atreyus thinks for a moment, still clutching his sword. He begins to falter, and he begins to lower it and lower it until the sound of a branch snapping causes Atreyus to turn around at lightning speed and draw his blade up just in time as an arrow bounces off it. An evil laughter can be heard around them, circling the forest—a sinister, evil, murderous laugh. A lengthy, cloaked figure emerges from the trees, brandishing a crossbow in one hand and throwing knives in the other. No, but not just any throwing knives. Atreyus looks closely and realizes they have explosion incantations on them. Atreyus realizes who it is.

ELIJAH:

Who is that? They seem even scarier than you.

ATREYUS:

Yeah, scarier than me is definitely how I’d describe her.

ELIJAH: 

Her?

ATREYUS:

Her name is Nora. She’s the council’s overseer, the Executioner of executioners, the blooded assassin.

NORA:

You flatter me too much, Atreyus.

She removes her cloak and begins moving closer. Atreyus steps back, and oddly enough, steps in front of Elijah.

NORA:

(Smirks) Step aside, Atreyus. The council has given new orders, they want this man dead, here and now. They said it doesn’t matter how it happens or who else gets hurt, as long as he dies. So, move.

Atreyus does not move. He holds his ground, tightening his grip on his sword. Slowly, he begins calming his breath, honing his senses, and taking in his surroundings.

ATREYUS: 

Elijah?

ELIJAH:

Yes?

ATREYUS:

This is gonna sound stupid, but... why would you do what you did? For someone who's was planning on killing you.

NORA:

 Are you just going to ignore me!? I said move, Atreyus! I’ll cut you down—I don’t care! I’ll cut you into pieces!

ELIJAH:

To be honest, I don't really know. It was like... my senses and mind were guiding me, and they told me you were a friend.

ATREYUS:

(sighs) how do I know I can trust you?

NORA:

I don't believe this! You both are deliberately ignoring me! You know what? I've had enough. I'm gonna kill both of you—no questions asked—chop you up into little pieces and feed you to my dog!

Atreyus and Elijah continue to ignore Nora.

ELIJAH:

You can’t trust me, Atreyus, and you have every right not to. But I ask—if you want to change the world, no… save the world—then you and I should work together.

Atreyus takes a moment to think. He sticks his sword into the ground, his hand steady as he reaches down to pick up his helmet, replacing it on his head before grabbing his sword once more.

ATREYUS:

Well then, I trust you.

Atreyus throws his sword at Nora. Nora dodges it and charges at him. Atreyus easily grabs her by the hand, throwing her onto the ground and slamming her onto her back. She yells in pain, but not for long, as she quickly rolls and gets back up before Atreyus can step on her skull.

NORA:

(laughing insanely) You... you are a traitor, Atreyus! And for this, you will die! And I, for one, am going to enjoy cutting you into little pieces!

ATREYUS:

A lot of talk for someone who's about to die.

Atreyus looks over to Elijah, signaling for him to hide in the bushes. This isn't a fight he needs to be involved in.

ATREYUS:

walk—away.

NORA:

No.

Both of them clash. Nora uses her daggers to strike with deadly precision, aiming for Atreyus as he swings his sword, trying to decapitate her. Back and forth they go, each hoping the other will falter so they can land a killing blow. Nora gains the upper hand with her speed, dodging Atreyus's slow and heavy attacks, a swift move, she knocks Atreyus off balance, and before he can react, she holds a dagger to his throat.

NORA:

It's over I'm going to love cutting you open and using your blood as new war paint.

She starts to move her arm to slit Atreyus’s throat, but then, from the bushes, Elijah charges in, knocking her in the head with a branch, causing her to stumble. Atreyus swiftly picks up his sword and holds it at her throat now.

ATREYUS:

 Now it’s over.

NORA:

Then do it. Add another body to your list.

Elijah walks over and places his hand on Atreyus's shoulder.

ELIJAH:

Let her go. She's not worth it. You both are in no condition to keep fighting, so in my book, we are done here.

Atreyus looks into Nora's eyes, pure hatred radiating from them, causing him to think for a moment. Why did Elijah want to spare her? Was there a reason or not? But either way, Elijah was right—the path to change isn’t paved with blood.

ATREYUS:

fine.

Atreyus stands up, brushing the dirt off his pants. He picks up his helmet and puts it back on. With one last glance at Nora, Atreyus sheathes his sword. Atreyus and Elijah both walk away, leaving Nora to herself.

NORA:

Cowards! finish your job!

Scene 4: Now, back in the bustling city, Atreyus, now accompanied by Elijah, enters Grim's tavern. As they enter and close the door, everyone stops to stare at them for just a second, and then everything goes back to how it was. Just like last time.

GRIM:

Atreyus! There ya are! I thought I’d not see you again. Thought ya might've run off after yuh little accident earlier.

ELIJAH:

Accident?

ATREYUS:

It was nothing.

Atreyus stumbles as his wounds that he received were a bit too much for him to keep walking. Elijah catches Atreyus before he can fall and helps him to a stool where Atreyus takes off his helmet. Grim, finally being able to put a face to a friend, makes him smile, but he quickly brushes off the joy so Atreyus does not notice.

GRIM:

By God, how much trouble did you go through to get your friend over here? Or is he even your friend? Let me guess—he's your prisoner.

ELIJAH:

If you had asked him that question when we came in earlier, he would’ve probably told you, yes, I was his prisoner. But now… I’m a friend.

GRIM:

I don’t think I understand that all too well, but who am I to question friendships? All that matters is ya both in one piece. So, what can I get ya?

ELIJAH:

I think two of your finest… uh, what is your best alcohol?

GRIM:

Right, two fine shots o' Dragon's Breath comin' right up, my friends.

Grim grabs two glasses and fills them with a green, acidic-looking liquid. Atreyus and Elijah take the glasses from Grim and down them in one go.

ELIJAH:

You know, I don’t think I have any cash to pay for these. I apologize, my friend. Is there a way I can…

GRIM:

Ah, don’t worry yourself over it, friend. Call it on the house this time.

ELIJAH:

How kind of you. You know, your name really doesn’t fit your personality.

GRIM:

(laughing) Yeah, I’ve heard that one a lot.

Grim looks at Atreyus and smiles.

ATREYUS: 

As much as I think now would be a great time to tend to our wounds, I don’t think we’re out of the clear quite yet.

ELIJAH:

(sighs) Your right, we should probably get going.

Elijah looks over at Grim and smiles. Atreyus looks at Elijah and wonders, what is Elijah thinking?

ELIJAH:

Grim, we’ve just met, but you’ve shown great kindness to me. Would you like to accompany us? Someone with your personality would certainly keep our spirits high on the journeys to come.

GRIM:

No, my friend, journeys aren’t for me. I belong here.

ELIJAH:

Then farewell, May our paths cross again someday.

Atreyus nods at Grim as a silent way of saying thanks for everything. Elijah and Atreyus walk out of the tavern. Grim looks down at the stool and notices Atreyus left his helmet. Grim smiles, picks it up, and places it on the top shelf behind him…

Scene 5: A couple of hours pass, Elijah and Atreyus are well out of the city, back on a winding, desolate road in the middle of a forest. As nighttime approaches, Atreyus finds a spot for them to camp. They are stopping for the night.

ATREYUS:

(starting a fire) Elijah, there's something I've been meaning to ask you.

Elijah leans back against a tree, watching the flames flicker.

ELIJAH:

 Ask away.

ATREYUS:

(sits down) why did you want me to spare Nora back there? I could have just killed her, but you didn’t want me to. why?

ELIJAH:

Think about it, Atreyus. She wasn’t the enemy; she was just doing the council’s bidding. Killing her would’ve made no difference. When I freed you, it was like you were reborn, and I didn’t want you to take a life right after being reborn.

ATREYUS:

Well, I can’t argue with that, but that brings me to my second question, wh-

ELIJAH:

Atreyus, I know.

ATREYUS:

What do you mean you know, you don’t even know what I was going to ask.

ELIJAH: 

You're going to ask about the visions you saw, aren’t you? Why there was a younger version of yourself in that empty white void. It’s simple, Atreyus. I only read your mind and revealed what was already there—that, at one point, you were suffering because of the council. In return, I showed you the truth and opened your mind.

ATREYUS:

I’m not going to act like that makes any sense, but you did me a kindness. I guess I’ve been killing and traveling so long, I forgot what it was like to be human.

ELIJAH:

Yes, that is the whole point of the Council—to make people forget what it’s like to feel human. To turn those the dark lord has wronged into his henchmen, like you, Atreyus. But now, your mind is open, and you will help me destroy the Council and the dark lord.

ATREYUS: 

Destroy the Dark Lord, Elijah? Are you crazy? Taking out the Council is one thing, but the Dark Lord? How do you expect to do that?

ELIJAH:

Calm down. Enough questions for tonight. I promise we will talk in the morning, and I will explain everything.

Before Atreyus can say anything else, Elijah lays on his side and drifts off to sleep. Atreyus grips tighter onto his sword, his mind now filled with even more questions than before. He sits there for a moment longer, but then he too slowly drifts off to sleep.

End of episode one

[talldarkandroguesome]

4th of Frostfall, Fredas

What an amusing evening we had last night. It was the night of the meeting with the new Imperial prospect. There was a party at their inn, hosted by Tanur, as our parties with the mundanes tend to be.

I played the part of just another guest when I first arrived. I wanted to see how this Imperial would interact with the rest of the regulars and guests. They seemed to be ever bit the kindly proprietor. This was a good sign. They did not seem overeager for patrons, nor in a particular rush to get people out of their establishment. They were neither overly accommodating, nor crass, nor carry any particular attitude. The whole demeanor was ordinary through and through.

I searched their face and their features too, were rather ordinary. Not unhandsome, but not particularly beauteous either. Nondescript would be the best way to describe their looks. If one were to say, oh yes, I was walking down the street and saw a person, an Imperial I believe, the first thought that would enter your head would not be far off from the person standing before me.

Not wanting to interrupt their duties, I indulged in some of the frivolities. Tanur's selection of drinks was just above average, enough to make guests feel as though they were being treated well, but not enough to put off anyone of lesser means, nor to offend someone of a higher status. The food was of similar quality and I let myself have a bit of light fare before my usual cleansing ritual.

There is something about entering a den of carnal pleasures with the skin still slightly damp from clean water and a fresh sheen of perfumed oil. My special merdehkes daelheg blend., perfect for seduction. I let myself embody that personality. I feel my own sensual nature all the more with the scent of that oil on me. I am primed to do what I know is to be done.

I made myself into quite the spectacle, calling as many others to me as I could. Some of my spiderlings were present and they came with only the smallest glance. And as though falling under a trance, others took up the silent call. Soon I found myself in such a pile of bodies that I could not tell which of the many people there was in contact with which part of my own body. As the musicians played in the corner, the music reached to a crescendo as the mass of mortals, lost in the sway of their shared pleasure, moved like the ocean, together, in waves where one met the other.

It was so easy to give myself over to it. To fully release control over my own body. Before, even with drink and my own pleasure reaching an apex, I could never fully let my guard down. It was never safe enough. But being in this place, where I was surrounded by so many loyal spiderlings and with a measure of immortality, I could cede that last thread of control that I have feared losing for so long. And the ecstasy that flowed from me was palpable in the writhing pleasure of those around me.

It was a transcendent experience. For I felt as though each person who touched me, who I touched, warm, bare flesh pressed against the other, was taking away some of what I was experiencing, the sensation I felt was given to them in turn. And as each person felt that pleasure, it was passed along to the next and the next. So that soon the sounds of pleasure rose in the room like a chorus, a song of praise to my great Prince. And hearing the beauty of that melody, I pushed on, called with my will for the others to keep going, to remain in this pique of pleasure, longer and longer.

Excitement seemed to erupt from some throats around me, surprise that things continued. There was laughter, jovial and hearty. There were screams and moans of climax, woven amongst these as well. Yet the group did not disperse, did not cease. And just as I thought I surely could not continue any longer, another, deeper level of euphoria took hold. The musicians did not cease, for neither had those of us in the room, and I realized that at some point the song and the motion of bodies were in perfect harmony, aligned in a way I do not know if it could have been accomplished consciously.

Finally, there was a sense in the room that everyone could go on no longer and the music lulled and the bodies detangled from one another. And everyone, musician and guest alike, were painting and sweating and coated in the love we had all shared in that moment. Even still, there was laughter, as though no one could quite believe what had just happened. Murmurs between people seeming incredulous about their multiple releases buzzed in the air like wasps by a nest.

Tanur stood in the doorway looking mystified, his trousers unlaced and halfway off his hips. I gave him a slight grin and he came to my side, his body clearly ready to join in the frivolity he had just missed being a part of.

I could tell from a smear on his hip that he was likely engaged with someone or someones else when the sound must have drawn him to my room. He planted kisses along my collarbone and down my chest. I tipped up his chin to look at him with a small laugh and then gestured to my own flagging member, which clearly was not yet ready for more.

Ever one to take this as a challenge, he did his best to rouse me back to a state where he might find his own resolution. I gently guided him away and told him to have patience. He brought me some of the shein and some light fare and I let him feed me sensually, knowing that all it was doing was teasing him more.

Eventually, when I was well recovered, I let him indulge in the manner of his preference . Blaze joined as well, though I had not at first realized it was she who had joined us. I brought her to pleasure as well before we parted and I sought out the appointment room for my meeting with the Imperial.

I did not bother to get fully dressed. If the Imperial were going to be committing murder during such events, then nudity would hardly be something to be shy about. I knocked in the pattern given me and the door opened, the Imperial gesturing me inside.

They introduced themselves as Nole. I made my greeting and took the offered seat across from their desk, making myself overly familiar in my tone and draping myself over the proffered furnishing.

We spoke for a while and I could tell they were watching me with a very calculating eye. I assume they saw much and so had many questions that they longed to ask, but were too afraid to risk asking.

When I asked about the plan for the murder they were to carry out that night, they informed me that it was already taken care of and the body waiting for people to vacate in order to be disposed of.

I was disappointed in myself that I had missed seeing or hearing this take place. Yet I could guess at what point it may have occurred that I had done so.

When we seemed to come to an understanding, I reached across the desk with my hand outstretched, as if to shake their arm in the symbol of a pact made.

They took my hand and in doing so, I saw their past crimes. Murder. Several times, in fact. Always seemingly justified.

Yet I did not see anything to do with the Dark Brotherhood and Nole did not seem to have felt me seeing into their mind when we touched.

I smiled and offered them to join us at an after party. I said, it was a sort of tradition when sealing deals.

If nothing else, I figured we could simply kill Nole and forge transfer of the deed and make it look like they had returned to Cyrodill.

I was glad it did not come to that. In fact, as soon as the short challenge began, Nole seemed to be very excited.

When I created in flames one of their murders, they looked at first embarrassed, then proud when others seemed to be nodding approvingly. I do not know how to describe it, but they just felt like they belonged. There was a certain rightness to their being with the others, who were robed and hooded at that point.

And then they asked how to join us and I, feeling emboldened by all that had occurred, pressed on with the initiation at their insistence. I did make sure to explain who we served and offer them an out, but they seemed excited by the prospect. They said how after seeing the display at the party, they were not surprised to see what Prince we served, though they had wondered if we followed Sanguine.

I took no offense at this, only laughed. The mirth of our group as they welcomed a new member was higher than I had anticipated. They seemed to all be very excited, truly pleased.

And so we moved into our usual celebration for the new moon. We had prayer and all the offerings. I pulled Nole aside then to tell them that they should choose a name for use in the group. It was a safety measure. That they should let no one else know their true name. They asked for time to think on it and I granted this, of course. I also let them know that they would have space made for them in the Nest, should they have a need or desire to spend time there.

Then I had my time with Zethith and discussed the new member and they granted the enchantment of entrance to Nole.

It was after that meeting that Tanur asked for a reward. He seemed to think that having recruited someone new, he deserved another reward.

I want him to be happy, so I obliged.

I have no desire to return to Mournhold just yet. Let me have a day to rest. The Three know I could use it after last night.

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group K Round 3: #K4 vs #K7

#K4: Highschool superheroes

#K7: A story of children who want to be acknowledged

Details and poll under the cut!

#K4: Gatchaman Crowds

Summary:

Hajime Ichinose's ordinary life is in for a change when a transcendent being named J.J Robinson hands her a small book called NOTE—a device which transforms her into one of the Gatchaman, the legendary protectors of Tachikawa City. Stressing that the existence of their group must remain a secret, fellow Gatchaman Sugane Tachibana takes Hajime to their base of operations, where Paiman, the panda-like alien leader of the Gatchaman, reveals their purpose: to eliminate aliens that pose a danger to humanity. These existential threats, called MESS, are becoming increasingly dangerous, destroying everything they touch. Now it's up to the Gatchaman and their new recruit to stop them before the world is engulfed in chaos.

Propaganda:

Crowds is a very ambitious anime in my opinion! It takes place in a world not too different from ours, where most problems are solved quickly due to an app that everyone uses. Technology makes it so that everyday people can save each other. In a world where everyone’s a hero, what use are heroes? What even makes one? It follows a girl named Hajime as she joins a team of superheroes with her unique perspective. If you like animes that are different and somewhat whimsical (with the occasional battle). This might be up your alley!

The visuals are also unique and colorful, with creatures and locations that can be pretty abstract. The characters are interesting, each have their own personalities, perspectives, and motivations for what they do. Crowds is short, but it manages to give everyone some kind of character arc, and give them depth. I personally find the team very endearing, and Rui has STYLE! As a fellow guy who wears dresses and heels sometimes, I love him very much.

Also, THE MUSIC. If you don’t check out the anime you should at least check out the opening and ending songs, they are absolute bangers.

Trigger Warnings:

Blood, murder, manipulation. I don’t remember there being transphobia/homophobia, but anime has a bad track record in general and there are 1 or 2 LGBT characters and I could have forgotten.

#K7: Terror in Resonance (Zankyou no Terror)

Summary:

Painted in red, the word "VON" is all that is left behind after a terrorist attack on a nuclear facility in Japan. The government is shattered by their inability to act, and the police are left frantically searching for ways to crack down the perpetrators. The public are clueless—until, six months later, a strange video makes its way onto the internet. In it, two teenage boys who identify themselves only as "Sphinx" directly challenge the police, threatening to cause destruction and mayhem across Tokyo. Unable to stop the mass panic quickly spreading through the city and desperate for any leads in their investigation, the police struggle to act effectively against these terrorists, with Detective Kenjirou Shibazaki caught in the middle of it all.

Propaganda:

The big thing to this show is that the directors are Shinichirō Watanabe and Yoko Kanno, aka the team behind Cowboy Bebop. But in all seriousness, the show still haunts me and the music can still bring tears to my eyes. The art is incredible, and the characters are tragic. The story is partially about hope and largely about kids wanting their pain to be acknowledged.

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Suicide

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