#also shoutout to jule for helping me i love you

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay-adjacent Visuals - I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas

Geoff's cover of White Christmas was released on the 5th of December, 2022. As Geoff said in his Early Access post for this on Patreon, he has in fact already done this song before, all the way back in 2014 with VoicePlay (@jules-has-notes has a post about it, which you can find here), but he goes on to say that "after repeat listenings to that version, it seemed to me that it could use a bit of freshening up, and I'm always happy to oblige my own whims." And I'm certainly not complaining either! But anyway, we're not here to talk about the arrangement, we're here to talk about the video! So let's get into this!

This was filmed at PattyCake Studios, and this is the same set/backdrop that VoicePlay used in November last year for their Whiskey In The Jar video!

Geoff says in the video description "Special shout out to all of my my patrons who make these videos possible - If Daryl were here, he might be so grateful to you that he'd shed one single tear... but he's not. And he wouldn't because he's not a sentimental teddy bear like the rest of these softies." 😂 (So basically, it's Jeff, Goff, and Jeoph whom are in this video, along with "lead Geoff")

"Where the treetops glisten..."

"...and children listen"

The bit-by-bit addition of stuff into the scene is frankly an Inspired choice ngl, and I love the way the Clones react to things appearing behind them!

Fairly smooth transition with the outfit changes! If you go frame by frame, you can see a few differences in like the hand positionings and stuff, but it's barely noticeable otherwise!

(Also I wish that I could put up the Christmas tree, decorations and all, just by singing! Would make it so much easier!)

And of course I gotta shoutout to the way they all react to the outfit changes! Mostly with Lead Geoff being like :D and the Clones being like ???? 😆

To quote one of the comments: The second Geoff from the left at 0:55: 🎶"I'm dreaming of a white🎶. . . sweater?"

(Also Geoff really does like scarves huh. And plaid flannel shirts!)

"May your days, may your days, may your days be merry and bright!"

The way the scene additions sync up with the lyrics! The tree appears at the "treetops glisten" line, the gramophone for "children listen", and the lights on the tree for "merry and bright"!

There are decorations on the wall, gifts under the tree, and look! The postcard from Mele Kalikimaka in the background, below and to the right of the gramophone! (And I'm not sure if that's the same miniature tree from the Mele Kalikimaka video, but I'm 99% certain that it has the titular Christmas ornament on it that was shown at the start of that video!)

Lead Geoff got a gift, the two Clones on the left got cards, and the Clone on the right, uh, well... 😅

He got one too! It was in his coat 😄

(But also look at how festive the background is now! Apparently the creative/visuals concept stuff was a joint collaboration between Geoff and Kathy, but Geoff also gives thanks to Layne "for his help on set with filming, lighting and all of the things!")

And the stockings appearing one-by-one on the wall as a brief instrumental of Jingle Bells plays, how cute!

I didn't get around to watching this one till last year, but I immediately loved it. So happy, so wholesome, so Merry And Bright!

One more post to go in this miniseries! Until next time!

[lesbianfr0gs]

malec + magnus taking alec to his london flat and showing him the city, telling him about how he's lived there and what his life was like back then

Having a warlock for a boyfriend was proving tohave many benefits. One mainly being the fact that Magnus liked to whisk Alecaway to different countries for dates. Today’s agenda included going to London,where they would spend the weekend in Magnus’ London flat. Magnus had portalledthem straight into his flat, and Alec was met with a modern interior, which ifhe was being honest he was expecting a little eccentricity, but Magnus is neverone to be predictable.

“I’ll give you the grand tour later Alexander,but right now we are going on a mundane tour of London.”

“A mundane tour?”

“Mmm. No magic. We queue like men.” Alec huffedout a laugh as Magnus held out his hand, wiggling his fingers as though thatwas going to entice Alec to grab it. Which, he did. Alec is only human (well, half human) and if his boyfriend wants to hold his hand, well he’s gonna damnwell hold it.

They spent the day sightseeing. Alec was amazedby the London Eye, his eyes lighting up as they looked over the city from uphigh, a small woah escaping his lips.Magnus held onto his hand as they walked through the city, never letting go. Noteven as they stood outside Buckingham Palace and he told him about the timethat he was invited by the Queen for tea, because of course he was.

As the day progressed, Magnus dragged himthrough the high street because we’re inone of the fashion capitals of the world, Alexander; I’m not passing up the opportunityto shop. So they shopped. Until Alec felt like his feet were going to falloff, and Magnus was thoroughly happy with his purchases.

“Now, I know I said no magic, but there is noway I’m carrying any of these bags back to the flat.” Alec smirked at hisboyfriend who clicked his fingers, sending their purchases back to hisapartment. Magnus spun around once finished and grinned at Alec, pure happinesstaking over his features and Alec couldn’t help himself from stepping into hisspace and kissing him softly, Magnus humming lightly against his lips.

“I think it’s time for dinner, don’t you?”Magnus spoke softly, almost whisper like when they pulled back, not wanting toruin the moment. Alec nodded and grabbed his hand again, intertwining theirfingers as they made their way to nowhere in particular.

Nowhere happened to be a small corner fish andchip shop, with small booths for people to sit in. The couple were sat acrossfrom eachother; their feet tangled beneath the table, and smiles on their facesas they slowly ate.

“Tell me a story.” Magnus looked up at Alecwith an eyebrow raised, questioning the sudden interest. “You know, tell me afun story of your time in London. You gotta have some fun stories right?” Magnussat quiet in thought for a while before a small smile started to appear on hislips.

“Well, most of my time here was poisoned byCamille, but around the 1970’s, when disco was very big, I had come to Londonto visit Ragnor. Now, I don’t know what got in to his mind but as soon as Iportalled there he was plastered. Like off his face drunk. Which, if you hadknown Ragnor, you would know that it was something that he rarely ever did.Except this time, he was sat on the living room floor, singing loudly, wearingbright pink disco pants.”

“Wait. Disco pants? Really?”

“Oh of course, they were the fashion back then.I myself was in a bright gold pair.”

“You were wearing disco pants?”

“Yes.” Alec sat wide eyed as he tried toimagine Magnus in disco pants. And when Magnus conjured up a picture of himselfwearing them, Alec choked on his food, laughing till tears came to his eyes.Magnus sat across from him, trying to keep a feigned offended look on his face,but the sparkle in his eye as he watched Alec laugh gave away his truefeelings.  

“I’m never going to be able to look at you thesame ever again.”

“Ha ha. Do you want to hear this story or not?”Alec nodded once he had calmed down, smirking into his drink, knowing that if heopened his mouth he would start laughing again. “Okay, well I’ve always stoodby the theory of never letting a friend drink alone, so within a couple hours,we were drunk out of our minds and obviously we decided to go out and causesome trouble.”

Alec sat with fascination in his eyes and agrin on his lips as Magnus told him how he and Ragnor had gone to a club andused their magic to make random peoples pants disappear of their bodies as theywere dancing. The pair laughed at all the antics that Magnus retold, yet aftera while Magnus’ laughs started to become sombre, a look of sadness reachingdeep into his eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I miss him. And being back here just bringsback all the memories.” Alec moved around the booth so that he could sit nextto Magnus, placing a hand on his knee and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you for sharing that little bit of yourlife with me.” Magnus looked up from his lap, looking into Alec’s eyes, a lookof pure love on both their face.

“I’m starting to think I would tell youanything you wanted to know.”

“Oh. Anything?”

“Mmm.”

“Maybe you can tell me why you decided to drownyour chips in ketchup then.” Magnus gasped, slapping a hand to his chest,causing Alec to laugh.

“Are you calling me out on my ketchupconsumption, Alexander?”

“Yes, I am.”

The two spent the rest of dinner laughing witheach other and sharing soft kisses between bites of food. And in that moment, thatmoment of happiness and love, Alec knew that any memory made with Magnus by hisside, no matter how big or small, it would be worth holding onto forever.

[maneatercore]

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Elliot (euphoria) x reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : fem! reader, light smut, swearing, might leave u with blue balls idk

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your boyfriend always seems to get you tangled in his mess, but makes it worth it in the end

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.5k

𝐚/𝐧: omg omg hiii- Thank you so much for my first ever request !! I’m not sure if this is what you were expecting but I hope you like it either way :’) I honestly just ran with it lol @sbbsnsnsnsmamamaa

Also!! Big shoutout to @sublimecatgalaxy for proofreading and helping me out sm with my first ever request! ur sweet words gave me sm motivation you have no idea! Ilysm <3 obviously follow her if you love elliot >:) cuz her fics are top tier fr

🎧 - dirty work by steely dan, devils advocate by the nbhd, playa shit by nxxxxxs, do what you want, be what you are by hall & oats

You slam your locker shut with a huff, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, the obnoxious fluorescent lighting of the hallways not helping at all with your impending headache. You finally manage to open your eyes again only for you to be interrupted

“Y/n have you been listening to me AT ALL?!?”Jules. Ah, sweet, sweet Jules, whom you unintentionally tuned out during your, probably, 50th yawn this morning alone. You huff, crossing your arms, looking up at her.

“I very much was actually!” i pause “But I wouldn’t be against it if you decided to repeat everything you just said. Ya know, just to make sure I got every detail down…” You say with a smile. Obviously not buying it, she glares.

Honestly though, you don’t know what she expected, especially when school started not even a few minutes ago. And here she comes barreling in, whisper yelling this whole long story with probably multiple layers and loads of gossip. On a usual day, you’d be very willing and very awake to hear her spiel, but today was different.

Different because on most days you’re usually not this sleep deprived from the night before. But with your amazing luck, a certain someone kept you awake all night. You’re honestly surprised, and kinda proud, that you didn’t end up saying “fuck it” and just staying in bed all day. But unfortunately for you, your sense of responsibility outweighs everything else. You’d like to convince yourself that you’re honestly not that sore this morning so—

“I’m literally only gonna repeat this again because I actually love you-“

“Awe Jules! I lo-“

“-Shush! Okay so-wait! Why do you look like that?”

“…Like what?” Your eyebrows scrunching. Looking down at yourself, a bit self consciously. Honestly, you thought your outfit was pretty cute so why-

“No! I mean you! Your face- You look like you got hit by a train and not the good kind.” You open your mouth flabbergasted, about to reply when she speaks up again. “I’m sorry, I’m just noticing it now, but with all the yawning and zoning out, is everything okay?? Do you wanna talk about it-”

''Jules, I'm honestly fine. I just had a long night is all.” With a huffed laugh, blushing a little unbeknownst to her. Leaning on her locker next to mine, she bites her lip looking at me, unconvinced.

“Okay well, you should know that I’m always here if you need it.” Smiling, you honestly felt touched by her concern but fuck, if only she knew. It’s kinda laughable she hasn’t figured it out yet, but you respond.

“Likewise. But for real, I’m good. You’d be the first to know if I wasn’t.” You rub her arm with a small smile. Still looking unconvinced, she walks towards you and pulls you forward into a tight hug, with her chin resting over your head.

“You’re literally so full of shit but… I’ll pretend to believe you for now.” You bark out a laugh, hugging her back just as tight. Pulling away, she looks down at you smiling “So, as I was saying-“ Seemingly out of nowhere, you both hear a bunch of yelling and the sound of rushed footsteps coming from the hallway behind you. You and Jules turn your heads, separating, confused as to what’s going on. Low and behold, it was Elliot of all people, being chased down by a small group of guys, running in your direction. By the time both of you processed what was going on, seemingly by the blink of an eye, Elliot was beside you guys hunched over, hands on his knees, panting. With a quirked brow, he looks up.

“Well, hello ladies.” He says out of breath. You and Jules share an impressed look and before any of you could even say anything he took off again only to backtrack. “Actually! I forgot something-“ he says while grabbing your wrist in a haste and suddenly pulling you with him. You stumbled forward, your shoes squeaking against the polished hall floor.

“Elliot, what the fuck-“

“Uh, no time to explain!.” Now running hand in hand, well mostly Elliot dragging you to god knows where, you stumble again, turning your head around to yell out.

“Text me!” Still hand in hand with Elliot, you managed to get a look at clearly annoyed Jules, arms crossed, frown adorning her pretty face. You shrug, smiling sheepishly right before turning a sharp corner. Now to matter at hand, you snap your head towards your absolute idiot of a boyfriend about to question, again, what the fuck is going on but your words get caught in your throat when you turn another corner, and get abruptly pulled into a closet. Elliot reaches behind you slamming the door shut and locking it. Still holding your hand, He turns his back leaning against the door, panting. And being completely honest, you might’ve found it a little hot, if it were under different circumstances. And if it weren’t for the fact that you are literally in a dark janitor's closet, still not aware of what the hell is going on. Repeating your sentiment loudly, “Elliot, what the-'' Before you can even finish he pulls you flushed against him, caging you against the door, while covering your mouth with one hand and holding your hip with the other.

All you get is a whispered “Shhhh!” So you look up at him, your eyebrows scrunching, giving him the dirtiest look you could muster. About to rip his hand off your mouth, you were stopped with the sudden noise coming from outside the door. You hear hurried footsteps approaching, and a muffled “where the fuck did he go?!” and a “I swear to god bro, the second I see him-” and a bunch of other obscenities. Tearing your attention away from the door you look up at him, giving him a questioning look. He ignores you, looking towards the door to your utter annoyance.

After a bit of commotion, the noise outside starts dying down and the footsteps start retreating. Sounds of irritated murmurs and annoyed sighs are heard from inside the closet getting farther and farther away. And then you both were met with complete silence.

“Okay, I think we’re good.” Elliot says, looking down at you with a small smile. He goes to remove his hand from your mouth, but before he could you bit him. “Ow! What the fuck-“

“Funny! Because I’ve been trying to ask you the same god damn question! What the fuck Elliot? Why are we in the janitor's closet?!”

“Baby, I can explain-“ You scoff, with your hands on your hips not believing for a second that whatever explanation he has will justify everything that just went down. But regardless, you end up giving him a look, saying to just get on with it already. “So, you know how Rue, Jules and I are playing truth or dare?” You nod, already not liking where this was going. “Well, I was dared to go up to this random guy and say some weird shit.”

“Oh god, okay? What did you say”. Elliot sighs, telling you and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Yeah, yeah it’s hilarious. But I guess I hit a nerve, since he and his friends chased me again after spotting me…”

“Wait so this is like an ongoing thing?”

“I mean, I guess? But I haven’t been caught both times so-“ He says with a shrug, smirking. Rolling your eyes you reach out and punch his arm. “Ow! Why are you hitting me! It’s not my fault he’s ashamed of his kinks!”

“Elliot, oh my god-“ Exasperated, you let out a huff about letting things go but something didn’t add up. “Wait, so what does all of this gotta do with me then?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, why did you basically kidnap me, in the middle of the hallway??” Elliot let’s out scoff,

“Kidnap you? What?! Last time I checked people who get kidnapped aren’t going willingly, and you were very willing”

“I literally had no idea what was going on! I basically had no choice! But either way, it doesn’t justify doing all this. What aren’t you telling me?” You knew Elliot like the back of your hand so you had an inkling that he wasn’t sharing the complete truth with you and you needed to get to the bottom of it. No matter how dumb it may seem. He ends up biting his lip, turning his face away, suddenly getting all shy- Wait what?

“Hey, Ellie, look at me?” You say softly, turning his face towards you, so you could meet his eye. You both share a brief moment of eye contact, and then he huffs, giving in.

“So while I was running for my life-“ you snort “I may or may not have gotten a look at you and Jules…sharing a moment”. You were confused, till it dawned on you.

“You mean, you saw us hugging?”

“A very intense hug if you ask me.” Giggling, you tangle your fingers with his.

“Awe, baby were you jealous?” You say teasing him, not able to keep your shit eating grin to yourself. He gives you a deadpan look at your tone, but then proceeds to groan when you decide to lean up and give him a bunch of lingering kisses on his face, going down to his neck. Sliding your hands under his shirt to wrap your arms around him, resting your chin on his chest looking up, giving him a doe eyed look. He caves.

“Ugh, stop- don’t do that! Okay okay! So maybeee I was a little jealous- but I just missed you is all.'' Sighing he pulls you closer, resting his head against yours, you smile.

“Miss me? You say that like you didn’t fuck me on basically every surface of your room last night-“ He lets out a long groan “for hours may I add. To the point where I was so out of it this morning that Jules noticed.”

“Damn princess, I affected you that much?” He breathes out, fingers digging into my sides.

“Well duh, we both barely got any sleep last night thanks to your insatiable ass.”

“Well you sure as hell weren’t complaining last night-“

“ugh, shut up”

“I will, for a kiss” Begrudgingly you give in, despite knowing it’s downhill from here. You don’t like to admit it, but you never seem to be able to say no when it comes to Elliot. All self control gets thrown out the window along with common sense and rationality. You’d like to think he feels the same way. Speaking from the fact that he usually can’t go two seconds without having his hands on you or with his tongue down your throat. You're not complaining though. Especially not now, when he's kissing you, like his life depends on it. Hands rubbing down your sides, slowly making their way down while your hands are tangled in his bleached curls. You melt into his touch, humming onto his lips. His fingers trailing up your skirt. Your gasp very quickly turns into a strangled moan when he abruptly cups your ass, squeezing hard, rubbing himself against you. The air suddenly charged between you two as he hoists you up from the back of your thighs carrying you to a seemingly abandoned desk. He sets you down, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as he deepens the kiss. You manage to pull away for a second for some air, Elliot taking the opportunity to trail kisses down your neck lower and lower, the tips of his fingers grasping the ends of your tank top and pulling it off in a swift movement. The sight of your cute bra alone making him groan, settling on his knees resting his head on your lap. “I swear, you're trying to kill me woman” You huff out a laugh at his reaction truly not expecting it. A sheepish ‘sorry’ comes out of your mouth, you both knowing you truly don’t mean it. As torturing him was one of your favorite pastimes. Deciding to fuck with him even more, you lick your lips, spreading your legs a little farther and leaning back with your arms behind you.

“It’s a matching set by the way.” you say biting your lip. Another pained groan leaving his lips.

“You're honestly not making this easier for me, baby”. Ready to give a snarky remark you’re abruptly cut off by him rubbing your slit over your panties. You gasp, your breathing starting to get labored as he starts applying more pressure. Using his thumb, he starts rubbing you, drawing slow circles on your clit over your clothed core. You start trembling, sensitive from the previous night's endeavors. Not letting this deter you from teasing him, you manage to let out a breathy “We're still in school ya know…like in public.” Your words contradicting your actions as you slip your manicured nails into his curls and pull him closer to where you need him most. He laughs, breathe going straight over your still covered center making you shiver once more. While looking up at you he smacks his lips.

“I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you sensless right now.” You internally groan, trying not to give in. Just as you were about to respond though, the bell rings, startling you from your haze, Signaling the start of your first period. With a sigh, you look around trying to find your shirt. Once locating it, you slip it on only to be met with Elliot's pouting face.

“Awe cmon, don’t look at me like that.” Trying to get down from the desk, Elliot stops you, standing up in between your legs again to kiss you sweetly, hands cupping your face. He pulls away, rubbing your cheek with his thumb

“It’s hard not to when you look like that.” Ducking your head to hide your blush you push him away, finally making your way off the desk. Adjusting your clothes and hair one last time before heading to the door ignoring him. “Y/nnnnn.”

“Elliot we’re both late as is and you & I both know you can’t afford to skip.” With a pout seemingly permanently stuck on his face, he walks up from behind you hugging you.

“But I have a problemmm” He whines, rubbing his prominent bulge against your backside. Rolling your eyes, acting as if it isn’t affecting you either-you turn around, looking up at him and give him a peck on the lips between each word.

“Not.My.problem” You sing song. And to that he lets out frustrated noise, followed by a huffed out ‘bitch’ under his breath.

“You love it though.” With a defeated sigh and a nod of his head, he responds.

“I do…I do”. And all Elliot could think about while staring at your thighs from under your skirt as you leave—is how much of a punishment you’re in for once you get home. Which isn’t helping his impending problem down there at all. But he honestly can’t wait.

[unsaid-stardust]

Heart and Sole

huge shoutout to @lydias--stiles​ for the idea! 💜

It didn’t take long for Julie to bend her “stay out of my room” rules for Luke. It also didn’t take long for Julie’s room to become Luke’s favorite room of the entire Molina house. No longer was it the studio, oh no. And that was because of one very very clear difference: it was never just the two of them in the studio. 

But, in Julie’s room--it was always just the two of them. And Luke loved every minute. Especially when it looked the way it did now with Luke sitting on the chair by Julie’s desk, strumming his guitar mindlessly and Julie on her bed, covering her plain white converse with colorful pieces of art.

Julie would say they were just doodles, but Luke thought Julie was wrong because of course it was art. Anything Julie did was art, really. He’s tried to tell her before. Loads of times (Pretty much every day--sometimes twice in a day. He just needed to make sure she knew, ok?). But, even so, Julie can be stubborn when she wants to be, and with her “doodles” as she so passionately calls them, she wanted to be.  

Luke loves her so-called doodles. It was one of his favorite things about his day; seeing what new design was left on new lyrics or imprinted on her shoe when she got home from school (Because chances were, when she left for school with white converse, they wouldn’t come back as white as snow). 

His absolute favorite thing about Julie’s doodles though was that everything that was drawn by her, especially on her shoes, seemed like a piece of her. Every stroke, every sketch was just an imprint of Julie’s DNA. Another mark on the map that led to Julie’s soul (He was one of the lucky few that had already seen into Julie’s soul, that night in the kitchen, so he didn’t need some pair of white converse to tell him what it looked like. He knew for himself. And it was beautiful--that was an understatement of the century). 

“Can you pass me that marker on the desk there?” Julie’s voice snaps Luke out of his trance that he had no knowledge of being in (It happened a lot around Julie, more times than Luke would like to admit).

Luke nods and immediately reaches behind him to grab said purple marker, handing it off to Julie with a soft smile. He sets his guitar off to the side then, a rare action coming from the guy who once stated “it’s like I always thought! Our instruments are attached to our souls”. But that was his old philosophy--the philosophy before he met Julie. And now that he had met her and they had this “interesting little relationship”....well--the guitar was in second place when it came to who had his attention.

(He wouldn’t admit that to anyone of course, but his body language said it all. His chin is literally in the palm of his hands as he watchers for crying out loud)

“Have I told you how talented you are?” Luke questions, gazing up at her as if she were a masterpiece at The Louvre. Julie lets a giggle escape her lips.

“Not in the last five minutes,” She shoots back teasingly. Luke can’t help, but chuckle as he shakes his head and rolls his eyes, tossing a pen at her in the process. 

“No, but seriously, Jules, you have to know that those doodles aren’t just doodles. They’re works of art” Luke explains. Julie scoffs and looks right away 

“You call butterflies marked on a shoe art?” Julie inquires, her eyes smiling down at him (Luke could’ve sworn he saw a glimpse of Heaven swimming in those eyes of hers). 

“Yeah! Are you kidding?! Absolutely,” He states earning him an eye roll from Julie. 

“Alright so, if you draw a butterfly on my shoe, that’s still art?” She inquires and suddenly, Luke felt like he was at a crossroad.

He knew the answer to that-- it would in fact not be art. One look at his handwriting could testify that. But, this question appears to have two meanings. The literal and the figurative. The literal being “would Luke’s doodles count as art?” and the figurative being an invitation to draw on her shoes. 

So, does he lie and say “yes”? And if he draws on her shoes...would that make him...a. part of her like all her doodles were? Does it matter who does the doodling? Is Luke overthinking? (yes, yes he is, just doodle on her shoes Luke!)

“Guess you’ll be the judge,” He states and then he goes for it. He grabs the blue marker sitting next to her and pulls the cap off. 

It’s sometime during then that his brain recognizes Julie placing her foot on his lap and for the first time in his afterlife, Luke felt he had a breath, one that hitches at her close contact. 

He tries to ignore the sound of a faint drumming in his ears (was that...no it couldn’t be....) as he touches the marker carefully on-top of the toe and makes his first imprint. He dares his eyes to look up at Julie as he sketches, her lips slightly agape. Luke holds the marker tighter, as if that would stop the spell her lips had on him, before finishing his artwork. 

“Uh, Luke? I know I'm not wearing my glasses, but that doesn’t look like a butterfly to me,” Julie comments, bringing her foot back towards her so that she could inspect the new drawing. Luke shakes his head, biting back his lips with a small laugh.

“It’s not! It’s a star for a star!” He answers, his lips creasing into a wide smile. Julie rolls her eyes, but Luke can tell that she’s fighting a smile. She reaches over then and playfully punches Luke in the shoulder.

“You’re such a dork. You know you don’t have to keep calling me that, right?” Julie questions. Luke felt his eyebrows crease. Of course he had to keep calling her that--in fact, he’s a bit bewildered on why she thinks he should stop. But, is she ready--is he ready--to tell her why?

Maybe...just maybe he could...

“’course I do. You’re the literal embodiment of a star, Jules. The stars in the sky? They’re jealous of you because even they can’t shine as bright as you....”Luke finds himself trailing off, pausing to swallow back any fear. It’s now or never, Luke. 

“Remember when I said that I gave you ‘bright’ because it was perfect for your vocal range?” Luke inquires. He takes his own dare then and looks over at Julie, who can only nod her head slowly. He licks his lips before he continues.

“Well that’s not...entirely the truth. I did think it was perfect for your vocal range, but, Jules...when we landed in the studio....I kinda of thought that you were um, an angel because you were just so...bright. And yeah, when I say you’re a star I do also mean when you’re shining on stage, but you shine all the time. So, when you told us--” Suddenly, Luke was cut off, but not by words. 

Julie’s lips. 

Pressed against his.

It was happening. The moment that Luke had imagined over and over and over again was happening. 

The warmth he had always imagined radiates from her lips onto his. Her hands caressing his cheeks, electricity sparking from her fingertips. The gravity that had always been there between them, the one that Luke was never quite sure if he made it up in his head, finally coming into full vision, melting away as Luke places his hands on Julie’s waist. 

Luke doesn’t know how long they stayed like that; Melting into one another, savoring the taste of every little kiss. Luke didn’t even know that time had existed in that moment. All Luke could think about was Julie and her art that was a part of her. Because that star wasn’t the only thing that had been added to her shoes. No, his heart went along with it.

tagging: @willexx​ @blush-and-books​ @littledancersun​ @moony221b​

[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

Never Gonna Give You Up

Pairings: None

Word Count: 903

Summary: Julie teaches Luke, Alex, and Reggie a new piece of internet culture and they use it against her.

Warnings: none?

A/N: shoutout to the ghost squad who immediately after I shared my silly headcanon about this praised it and asked for a whole fic. I love you guys, here you go! 💛 As always, lmk what you think and send me an ask if you want to be added to my taglist!

Masterlist

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While music had been the thing to bring them all together, it was also a strange divide. Julie had been born in the 21st century while Luke, Alex, and Reggie had grown up in the 80s. Music may have been their common language, but it was like they spoke different dialects. It was most apparent when they warmed up individually before practices. They all tended to avoid using their own songs for warm-up, each instead reaching for their favorite songs from growing up. The guys never knew what song Julie was humming or singing along to while she played the keyboard and if it wasn’t a 90’s rock song, she rarely knew what any of the guys were playing and singing on their own instruments. With one exception. The guys had already started warming up by the time Julie had gotten home from school. With multiple music classes a day, they knew Julie didn’t need much time to warm-up before their rehearsals so they tried to get a head start. That day Reggie was playing around with Julie’s new synthesizer when she walked through the studio doors. She could tell he was trying to work something out and it sounded familiar but she couldn’t make it out. She was setting her backpack down by the couch when he got it, letting out a triumphant “Ha!” before playing the notes for the melody of Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up. Julie whipped around to face the dark-haired ghost, backpack forgotten as she stared at him with wide eyes. “Are you alright Jules?” Reggie asked when he looked up and noticed the look on her face. Julie shook her head slightly, snapping herself out of her shock. “Yeah, I guess I’m just a little bit scarred when it comes to that song,” she laughed but the guys just stared back at her with looks of confusion and concern. “Right,” she muttered to herself quieter, looking down at her shoes for a moment before looking back up and addressing the guys. “I forget you guys grew up in the eighties and nineties.” She went on to explain to her ghost bandmates how the internet had turned Rick Astley’s hit song into something of a curse. Thankfully they’d already learned about memes and some of internet culture so it wasn’t to difficult for them to grasp. Unsurprisingly, the guys thought Rickrolling was hilarious and they were thrilled that a song from their upbringing had been chosen for it. They moved on after that, finally getting into their rehearsal before Julie had to head up to the house for dinner. Still, in hindsight she felt she should’ve seen what happened next coming. “Jules!” Luke called excitedly as he poofed into her bedroom the next Saturday afternoon. Julie just sighed, setting her book down and looking at the boy expectantly. No matter how many times she lectured him on boundaries, the floppy-haired boy continued to poof in unannounced. “The guys and I have a song we’ve been working on that we want to play for you!” “You know what? I’ll forgive your trespassing for that. Let me find some shoes.” Julie said, grinning at the prospect of hearing a new song. The guys were crazy talented, especially in the song-writing department and she loved getting to hear what they come up with. Not to mention that some of their old songs were the ones that helped inspire her to be a musician herself. With the anticipation of what was to come, Julie excitedly led the way down to the studio. When she arrived she threw open the doors and plopped into the arm chair the guys had moved front and center for her, leaving Luke to close the doors behind her. “Alright, everybody ready?” Luke asked once he had slipped his guitar strap over his head, fiddling slightly with the microphone stand in front of him. In her excitement, Julie missed the mischievous look shared between the three boys and was not at all skeptical of the fact that Reggie was standing behind the keyboard rather than holding his bass. Alex used his drumsticks to click them off as they usually did but what followed had been entirely unexpected.

Rather than Alex kick in with a wicked drum beat, Reggie began the unmistakable intro to Never Gonna Give You Up.

Julie froze in shock, the excited grin slipping off her face in exchange for a look of mixed betrayal and surprise. She tried to glare menacingly at the boys but she couldn’t keep the smile off her face brought on by their antics.

“We’re no strangers to love. You know the rules, and so do I,” Luke began to sing, doing his best to mimic Rick Astley and Julie couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out.

The boys kept playing until the end of the first chorus before they sort of trailed off.

“We, uh, didn’t expect you to let us get this far,” Alex rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he returned his sticks to their little bag attached to his drum set.

“Yeah we figured you’d unplug our instruments before we even got to the chorus,” Reggie added and Julie laughed.

She certainly wanted to be mad at them but she couldn’t help but be proud. They had rickrolled her, and it was the best rickroll she’d ever seen.

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My Way or the Highway

Welcome back folks! Huge shoutout to @victoriantrashjohn for this headcanon that Shawn gets migraines sometimes due to overworking his abilities and also to the folks on the psych discord for some of the other ideas in this fic. I loved writing this!

Summary: For Shawn, being pushed past his limits with a headache and no sleep is not the most fun way to spend a day. Warnings: headaches, vomiting, dizziness, emotional manipulation also on ao3 ___

“Shawn focus!” Henry’s sharp voice reverberated around the small conference room. “You need to solve this case.”

“Dad, come on. I just spent all night solving that murder case you put me on. This one’s just a carjacking, it can wait until morning.” Shawn complained, slumping down into a nearby chair and rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was exhausted. The murder of a local official had so many clues and variables and pieces that needed fitting that he had forgone sleep in order to work on it. Not to mention, he felt like his brain was being stabbed, a telltale sign that he needed to get some rest soon or suffer the consequences of a full-blown headache.

“Oh, it’s just a carjacking case,” His dad mocked, waving his hands around and pitching his voice, “Shawn, justice never stops. Do you want that poor single mother to live with the fear that the guy who took her car is going to come back and kill her this time?”

Satisfied with his son’s reluctant nod, he walked over and firmly patted his back. “Good. Now I need you to focus. Try to find something from those parking lot security tapes.”

Shawn put a finger to his head, his eyes moving around as he recalled the surveillance videos. A woman got into her car, after a few minutes someone wearing dark colors and holding a gun got into the passenger seat, then the woman got out and put her hands up and the guy drove away.

He slumped back into his chair, the sharp pains turning into throbbing on the right side of his head, “Dad I’m not seeing anything. There wasn’t a good shot of the guy and it happened so fast, there’s nothing to notice.”

“Bullcrap.” Henry crossed his arms over his chest, “There’s always something to notice. His walk, his height, his clothes. You just need to try harder.”

“I am trying harder, maybe I’m not picking up on anything because my head hurts and I’m tired.” He shot back, standing up abruptly. He had to shut his eyes to keep the room from swaying.

“Or maybe you’re just lazy and looking for an easy way out. The pain in your head just means you’re getting close, every cop feels some sort of tingling when they’re on the precipice of a big break. So try. Harder.” He put his hands on the table and leaned forward, his eyes sharp and narrow.

Shawn sighed and closed his eyes, happy to shut out his dad’s face and the bright lights. With a flick of his wrists, his hand returned to his head and he ran through the footage, again and again, trying to find any clue towards the guy’s identity.

Every single minute that ticked by, the pain in his head doubled. He had to sit down to keep from falling over, winding up with his head between his knees, sucking in breaths to keep the burritos he ate for lunch from coming back up.

But he persisted.

He kept going, kept replaying the footage and focusing. It took several minutes of trying before he noticed that as the perp opened the car door, the sleeve of his shirt pushed up a little, revealing the faintest bit of a scar.

“I’ve got it!” He yelled, shooting his head up and instantly regretting it as his vision swam. “The guy had wrist surgery, pretty recently too. It’s not much to go on but along with our basic profile, it should help.

“Took you long enough. It’ll suffice. I’ll pass it along. You can go home now.” His dad said with a nod before walking out of the conference room.

With a small smile, he turned to leave, pitching forward as he took a step. His stomach churned and he grimaced, quickly changing course and heading towards the garbage can where he pitched his lunch.

Scowling, he sucked in air through his teeth, hunched over the side of the can. At this rate, his migraine wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. He just needed to get home, turn on his red lights, wrap up in a blanket, and go to sleep. Getting home though, that was going to be a challenge.

Bending back over the trash can, he retched again, wrinkling his nose as the stench hit his face. He really needed to get home.

When the waves of nausea turned more into ripples, he peeled himself away from the can, wiping his face with his sleeve. His fingers went to his temples, rubbing circles, trying to soothe the pain away. The need to sleep was almost overwhelming and he glanced at the clock. The conference room wasn’t to be in use for a few more hours, nothing was really stopping him from falling asleep here.

Staggering to his feet, he kept his eyes closed, fingers pressed firmly into his temples. Just a couple of steps and he could turn out those blazing fluorescent lights.

His movements were shaky, chairs bumping into his hip with every step but he refused to open his eyes just yet. It wasn’t his best idea though as his foot caught on the leg of a chair. The top of his body pitched forward, the bottom half staying still. He caught himself, hands slamming into the wall, lightswitch jabbing into his palm. At least he found it.

Flipping it off, he slid to the ground, welcoming the newfound darkness. His father had shut most of the blinds earlier, not wanting to subject the rest of the station to their father-son discussion. Faint streaks of light fell across the room, creating an almost peaceful glow.

He kicked back a few of the chairs before shrugging off his flannel, bunching it into a ball. Crawling underneath the table, he curled into a ball, using his shirt as a makeshift pillow and shutting his eyes. It wasn’t the best place to sleep but it would suffice. And if Lassie, Jules, and the Chief found him sleeping there hours later, they certainly wouldn’t disturb him, just shutting off the lights and letting the exhausted pseudo-psychic rest on.

[incandescent-eden]

STORY MASTERLIST

A (not so) comprehensive list of all the things I write about, all of which are subject to change at any given time because I do a lot of refactoring!

LOOOOONG POST INCOMING I write... a LOT, and I have... MANY projects :) Feel free to ask me about any of them! :)

With love <3 Continue reading below the cutoff if you want to know the basic rundown of my worlds and works!

ANGELVERSE:

This universe encompasses all of the angels and demons I like to focus on. Works in the angelverse will likely be about Faraday (formerly known as Efrem), a demon lieutenant, Ezekiel, a young angel, the archangel Uriel, or angel Raguel / angel Sophia (their stories are intertwined).

The main concept I have on Angelverse surrounds Faraday, who has grown into himself as a demon and made something of himself. He finds it impossible to shake who he was before. The question comes up during an important meeting between Heaven and Hell of whether he is truly Faraday or Efrem, his own self that he has shakily become, or the self he inherited from being his father’s son. There’s also brotherly angst between Faraday and Ezekiel, who refuses to let go of the past. (If you look at my old works tagged ‘ezekiel,’ you’ll see Ezekiel used to be a part of Faraday/his ‘ideal’ self, which is why new Ezekiel, separate from Faraday, reads so differently.)

The Raguel and Sophia stories are also closely linked to characters Andromeda and possibly Zachariah. Andromeda’s father runs a cult and has captured an angel in his attic. When Andromeda finds the angel (Sophia), her otherwise “normal” life is thrown into disarray as she starts unraveling threads about her father’s actions as a cult leader. If Zachariah is to be a part of it, he would be living with Andromeda’s family, having run away from his past.

Prominent characters in Angelverse include: Faraday, Uriel, Ezekiel, Stena, Michael, Ramiel, Raguel, Sophia, Zachariah, Ambriel, Ruhiel, Gabriel, Raphael, Luci, Bee, Sasha, Saoirse, and Heather. With the exception of Sophia, all names ending with “el” are angels, while the rest are demons. Also, I say prominent, but like half of these characters are from a bygone era (2018 when I first created them).

TW/CW for heavy religious (Christian) imagery, emotional abuse, violence, transphobia mentions and cult talk. Additional content warning because I tend to write angels as LGBT, but I recognize that some people are not comfortable with this affiliation with Christianity.

LUXTRURA (NOTE: LUXTRURA IS ON PERMANENT HIATUS):

Luxtrura is the name of a fictional country in ye olde European fantasy style, and I haven’t thought of a title for the WIP yet, so I mainly tag it ‘luxtrura’ or ‘luxtruran trio.’ This WIP is a fantasy / dystopian / political intrigue about an uprising in the kingdom of Luxtrura run by an inexperienced king and corrupt nobles all vying for the crown.

Luxtrura (at the current moment) follows the life of His Majesty Devron Fharren, the Eighth Fharren King, who inherited the crown by kingdom decrees at the age of 21. Unlike most kings, Devron has only had seven years of proper royal tutelage on statecraft, having only been named heir to the throne when he was 14. He soon finds he has inherited a kingdom that has been deeply wounded, that his people hate him, and that he has few allies among his own country’s nobles, his friends, and neighboring royalty. Revolution is brewing, and he has a choice to make: to claim his birthright or to help his people.

Prominent characters include: Devron Fharren, Eden Barison, Mili Starr, Plumeria Rwalke, Lilia Tao, Rassaya Tao, Andrea (a mysterious stranger who gives only her first name), Jakob Fiyre, Cordelia Fiyre, Liseline Fiyre, Sonja, and Orange and Rouse (the dragons).

TW/CW for violence, sexual assault mentions, transphobia mentions, political talk, blatant classism, and death.

GLOWING EYES:

A “what-if” scenario where Victor Frankenstein and Dorian Gray had met and become friends and also Frankenstein wasn’t a man and was named Viola and was not a pleb weakling like Victor. Also Dorian Gray is fat because I said so.

This story reimagines the Frankenstein and Dorian Gray cast as students in their final year of the prestigious University of Ingolstadt, with Frankenstein having returned from a year off during which she was suspended for [redacted] reasons. The vibe we’re going for is dark academia, but I don’t think they ever actually do any learning?

Prominent characters include: Viola Frankenstein, Dorian Gray, Elizabeth Lavenza, Henry Clerval, Basil Hallward, Deukalion, and special shoutout to Justine Moritz and Sibyl Vane because I didn’t want to put them in, but they definitely deserved better in the source material.

TW/CW for death, violence, toxic/obsessive relationships, grave-robbing, body part mentions (eyes, limbs, etc), and mentions of the Devil. Basically, if it was a concerning part of either the Frankenstein or Dorian Gray stories, it will still be concerning.

Fun fact, there is a Glowing Eyes playlist that I am NOT too ashamed to share with the public! :D

HELEN OF LEGEND:

A retelling of the Helen of Sparta story that explores Helen’s thoughts and motivations. Who was the woman behind the face that launched a thousand ships? And did she ever even want those ships to be launched? (Spoiler alert: the answer is no.)

Helen of Legend gets pretty heavy handed because I get really mad about people lauding the Greeks as the end all be all of culture, and I’m still really mad about how people dress Millie Bobby Brown up like she’s 25-40, so make of that what you will.

On the bright side, Helen of Legend is a sapphic retelling!

Prominent characters include: Helen, Leda, Menelaus, Clytemnestra, Penelope, Theseus, Aphrodite, Paris, Cassandra, Hector, and Hecuba.

TW/CW for misogyny, implied past sexual assault, sexual assault mentions, mentions of spousal and emotional abuse, people being generally creepy about bodies, people being creepy toward children (Theseus), cities burning, subtle classism, and death.

OF DANCERS AND DREAMERS:

A musical about Anne-Marie, a non-binary Vietnamese lesbian born into a wealthy family, and Jules, a Tunisian baker’s daughter who is working her way into the Paris ballet. Anne-Marie wants to be a designer, but their mother, Mme Trinh, has other plans. The year is 1884, and it was hard for the Trinh family, as immigrants, to establish their foothold in society, and Mme Trinh will not have her child throw away the family’s hard work. One day, while at the ballet, Anne-Marie becomes smitten with Jules, a ballerina with the most dazzling smile. They find solace in sharing their passions with one another and become friends, each eventually realizing they have fallen for the other in a time that is unfriendly to both of them.

Prominent characters include: Anne-Marie, Jules, Victor, Mme Trinh, and Amandine.

TW/CW for subtle homophobia, classism, mental illness, and parental guilt tripping/emotional toxicity.

THE LYRE EFFECT:

A play about life after death, and what it means to live and love. This play follows Patroclus upon his death, desperate to return to Achilles. He meets the reluctant Eurydice, embittered by decades alone in limbo halfway between life and death. Together, they almost throw someone off a boat (is it really murder if they’re already dead?) and have a chance to tell their stories, stepping out from the shadows of their more famous lovers.

I took a lot of liberties with this, so Orpheus is a woman (wlw OrphEurydice), and I would like for both Achilles and Patroclus to be played by trans men, and for all of the characters to be played by non-white actors.

Prominent characters include: Patroclus, Eurydice, Achilles, Orpheus, Apollo, Hades, Charon

TW/CW for talk about death

SPEED ROUND (OR: THINGS I WRITE ABOUT THAT AREN’T AS AMBITIOUS JUST YET/AT THE CURRENT MOMENT):

Here Lies Forever - a story focusing around two young people, Medb Flaherty and Virgil Sutherland, growing up at an orphanage amid war, abandonment, and sickness. Medb is a blind writer who dreams of traveling the world with Virgil, her best friend since their teen years, but when the war strikes too close to home, Virgil leaves Medb and their peaceful student life behind to join the army. Unwilling to let go, and recognizing the pain Virgil is in, Medb takes it upon herself to save Virgil, the both of them haunted by the ghosts of their pasts.

On the Corner of Maple Street - short stories about the lives of Sarah and Evangeline together, two lesbian women who met when Sarah was 28 and Evangeline was 31. Sarah was a toy maker and Evangeline was an actress. They have a son named Oliver, who’s now in his forties, and they’re grandmas to all the neighborhood children. They live on the corner of Maple Street :)

Partager Un Reve - short stories, often romantic, about two circus performers, Alyona Ledbedeva (who does aerial silks) and Li Mey Ri (an acrobat). They’re cute together, there’s not really much to say here.

Claire  - there’s a really old novelette floating around on my account and you can find it if you search Claire, but like it’s OLD. An 18th century French lady who contracted TB and died but was brought back by a necromancer named Cecil (Cecil is the character of my friend @sinnabon-cosplay !) and is now immortal. Fun times with Claire and Anthony usually involve lamenting the fact that they’re stuck as teenagers.

Miscellaneous - miscellaneous demon and monster characters like Alexander, Felicity (both vampires), Sparrow (succubus/Heather’s youngest sister), Zephyr (fae, husband of Spar), Lycan (she’s... a werewolf), and so on. Not really connected to a plot

Performing Possumhood - uh this was a play I wrote with my friend @holdingonmyheartlikeahandgrenade for a 24 hour play festival, it’s about a guy named Thomas who becomes herald for a kingdom and then on his first day of work, the king dies, and his son becomes king, except the new king??? is a possum???? and like no one does anything about it, so Thomas just feels like he’s going insane, poor guy (also everyone else is named Thomas except the king, whose name is His Majesty King Parthur Pencildragon of Alpacalot)

Nordic questing team - I’ve literally written nothing for these fools, but I’m tempted to make it into a dnd campaign! The characters I have are Val (short for Valnotte) (she’s a nokke), Hanne (human poison seller who wears an eyepatch just because), Fur (short for Bjorgolfur, he’s a werewolf who left his pack because he was too good at being alpha wolf but he didn’t want to be alpha, he wanted to press flowers and have a cute little cottage by a cliffside with a pretty garden damn it), and Bo (full name: Boscobel Blue, he’s a cow boy. Literally. He has cow ears and a big septum piercing and a tail. Also he’s a shepherd. His sheep are carnivorous :))) Make of that what you will)

Alice x Secret Garden - another play but where Alice Liddell and Mary Lennox are 18 years old and find themselves in Wonderland, after Mary is jaded from the end of WW1 and is frustrated at her friend Dickon’s marriage proposal, and Alice runs away, trying to retain her childhood as best she can

Retellings - I do myth and fairy tale and folk retellings! :) You can search ‘Tithonia’ for my sleeping beauty retelling, and I wrote Orpheus and Eurydice a while back. Still working my way through Icarus :’) Also ‘Mermaids Can’t See’ is a retelling of the classic mermaid story but written as a ??? field guide? journal entry? notes about mermaids?

If there’s a work you want specifically about a character, I always tag characters, and I also will tag character introductions and pictures/references of them as “beanpuff char[]”!

[survivorreelsmagicwithin]

Episode 12- “i’m like a witch stirring my little pot and making my little potion. and the whole goal of the potion is to flip. this. game. on. it’s. head.”-Joanna

I am DONE with Landen.  DONE. I want to see what Lily has to say but I am TIRED of being out of the majority for all these votes and you know what??? Kevin asked if I wanted to flip to Landen because he SENSED this kind of thing was going on and I just couldn't believe that he would do it when HIS NAME IS FUCKING ON THE LINE.  WHY DO THIS? WHY?? I'm just sick.  I'm done being used, and now he is going to go and tell Chips everything I told he and Lily in private and I am just DONE. IF I HAD NOT PROMISED JULES SAFETY I WOULD HAVE VOTED WITH THEM!!  ALL THEY HAD TO DO WAS CLUE ME IN.  I am so done.  I don't know how Kevin and I are the liars here, I really don't. 

1 hour later

Me aligning with the other two people that were on the wrong side of the vote??? YES PLEASE.   I am so...  shook.  By whatever the heck Landen just pulled off.  I still don't understand it.  He said that he almost told me but that I promised Jules that I wouldn't vote for her so he wasn't going to tell me.   The way he described it was insane, he is going to mess around and win this entire game if he doesn't go home soon.  If CBS doesn't cast Landen for a legit season one day...   ANYWAY, I think Juls and Kevin are going to make an alliance chat for the three of us.  I told Kevin before heading to bed that I would put all my money on him or Juls if that helped one of them win immunity, which might cause me to go home this round but it would be really cute if we did somehow manage to get someone else to vote with us and us figure out SOMEONE to get out.   I can't believe there are eight people left and four of them are OG Hufflepuff.  

this game is so damn stressful but everything I do, I do for jury lmao so shoutout to Jacob, Max, Owen, and Dan. you want Jules out? you got it! all I ask is that you flame her just a little extra just for me thanks boys

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1TkrrzYlLb7ZfWcPgWVWiRmO7qzTX8-4F/view?usp=sharing

This gosh darn game. Really just so happy to be here at final 8 and can't believe 1/2 of those left are people I started this game with on Hufflepuff (rip Max <3). I genuinely hope one of us wins because I've never seen this happen before (not that I've really played that many games) but point still stands. Last nights vote went as I had hoped, Jules went home. I have the least amount of strategic rapport with her so it felt like the best move for me at the time. But I'm really again not super happy with how it went down. I didn't tell Kevin or Ruthie that I wanted to vote Jules. I was just nervous. I was pretty happy with any outcome that got someone out that wasn't OG HP; Jules, Joanna, Autumn,  Chips, Juls because ultimately I really do hope that hufflepuff does the incredible here and becomes final 4. BUT. I did feel solid about the alliance between Joanna, Autumn, Chips, Landen, and myself mostly because I still do trust Landen the most and I thought they were all honest it wanting to vote Jules out. Its really hard to tell with Joanna though, really an icon move honestly. What I do know is that this next vote is gonna be insane (as literally...every tribal in this game has been). Will there be another case of rocks? Time will tell. And I'd say now more than ever, immunity is going to be essential. 

After a crazy round last time, I got what I wanted by pushing the elimination of Jules. Jules is somebody who I liked a lot on a personal level, and was excited to get to know, but as the game progressed, it became clear that Jules, Juls, and Kevin, were never going to see me as a priority in the game at all, and would continue to use their alliance to their own advantage and keep me on the bottom, with each round getting harder and harder for myself and Lily to survive. Sure, Autumn and Chips had targeted me before, but working against them wasn't going to do anything - the others were never going to turn on them. But by exposing the way Kevin and Jules had been protecting me, Lily, and Ruthie, I could create a real systematic change in the way the game worked, even if it required working with the head honchos of the Lily vote. That is the sad truth that sometimes you just have to work with the enemy and that  was one of those times and it will continue to be one of those times! The round was very intense, first because everyone was ignoring me, and then because Chips leaked lots of information which resulted in a very hard round because I couldn't tell if Chips was trying to flip or not. Autumn was able to calm me down and I appreciate that from her a lot. But I'm also still annoyed that Chips leaked the information in the first place, because it made a very simple vote, MUCH harder to pull off, when at first we could've blindsided them into believing that it was a simple Ruthie vote with me and Lily trying to scramble for Chips but failing, while the real vote was Jules all along. It all worked out in the end though, so I guess we'll just pretend like those scrambles didn't happen. Teehee. That brings me to this round, I've had to push so hard for what I want every single round and fight to survive, and with so many spells looking like they're still in the game.. (The Gryff and Huff idols specifically) that could get me into VERY serious trouble soon. I do feel that I have a very good strategy in surrounding myself with Autumn and Lily, however. I am hoping that Kevin and Ruthie know that going after me or Lily puts them in a horrible position, strategywise - that it makes far more sense to target Autumn or even Joanna for them (since we are giving Chips immunity, which was not my preference, but again, the strategy this round is to not push anything). Autumn having 2 pocket votes, and a connection to Juls, and me and Lily on her side right now, makes her the far more dangerous opponent, and if they do want to use an idol, that would be the person to go for. Kevin is smart, so I'm expecting that he'll recognize this, and that makes me safe from their side. Of course I'll be safe from Autumn Chips and Joanna because they'll want to target Kevin and Ruthie after the mess we've made. By creating the sides of the war, I've given myself the freedom to securely pick the side I'm on, but leave open connections to another side that won't try to kill me as they try to put the game back in their favor, and I've ensured that the people on my side, in the majority, won't really have a reason to take me out. At least - not yet. Of course once the endgame comes around there's going to be talk of threats and winning at the Final 3 swirling around EVERYWHERE, where that fake "Goats VS Threats" narrative is going to come into play. I'm hoping at that stage in the game Autumn and Lily will be focused on eachother because let's be real - the jury doesn't like me that much! Anyone with a brain could see that I'm only winning at the end if I'm against Chips and Joanna... And even then it's going to be a very close one between me and Chips. So why not take me to the end :D Autumn might try to take out me and Lily both, but Lily would hopefully be her first priority, that way I could sneak into the Finals through use of immunities, which, I'm hoping by the next round, will STOP BEING SOCIAL CHALLENGES GOD DAMNIT. I may be an emotional, paranoid wreck, but it's hard not to be when every little thing has to go perfect for you to completely restructure the merge so you're sitting in the best spot when before you were in the worst. And that's how you make a marshmallow move, baby! 

Me trying to play dumb with Lily and Landen when I am in fact... dumb, LOL. I"m just trying to come across extra clueless like I'm someone they can just tell to vote HOWEVER and hopefully Juls, Kevin and I can find a crack somewhere. I really feel like they are trying to vote Kevin out this round. But I am constantly wrong so who knows. 

6 hours later

I am both laying low AND kissing Landen and Lily's vote.  I told them I wasn't going to be around much today and that I probably wouldn't make it to tribal... not sure if I'll get on or not for it but I'm trying to take the 'i don't care what we do, just tell me how to vote' way this round.   In a perfect world, I'm trying to work with Kevin, Juls and Kevin thinks that maybe Joanna will vote with us also.  There are eight people and there could potentially be rocks but I don't think Autumn would be down to go to rocks so...  maybe Landen or Lily will be the ones going home tonight.   I'm tired of being in the middle of it all so I'm just trying to lay low this week and do what other people tell me to.  If I feel like it is going to be me I'll scramble and just... come up with something extra.  

oh shit, i'm in the middle again

20 minutes later

i'm trying to make a move, but... is it right? i don't know

2 hours later

we might be going to rocks tonight and it was all my idea. if that ain’t a game winning move who knows what is. i’m like a witch stirring my little pot and making my little potion. and the whole goal of the potion is to flip. this. game. on. it’s. head. 

I HATE IT HERE! ever since jules left my life means nothing... and now i may be getting some votes tonight which do i really care about? no. but if landen doesn’t go i’m literally fucked in terms with trust in him which is why i need him to GOOOOO i’m so TIRED of the majority always getting what they want so i need that twink obliterated STAT. i love him dearly but i’m bitter and out for blood so what must be done.. must be done. rocks sounding pretty sexy tonight 

https://youtu.be/gwC4Kb8TRU0

So I guess I figured out the challenge faster than a lot of people? You just kind of have to hope you have a good alliance then invest all your money so no one else can snake it by investing all of theirs and your alliance invests in you. Luckily I'm in a group of 5... so that was easy. I put it in random.org really hoping that my name would turn up. IT DID! The random gods looking out. Anyway, I really want to vote Kevin for this tribal. Regardless of powers of whatever since I'm immune. He never talks game with me and then "forgets" to respond to me until after tribal councils. Autumn has previously communicated to me that she is close with him. Joanna doesn't want to vote him. The alliance is teetering between him and Ruthie and even maybe Juls. I don't know that Kevin will be going this tribal, but if he doesn't it will be interesting to see where the votes fall. Autumn communicated an end game goal with me that involves him leaving this round followed by Landen next one. If, for some reason, he doesn't go that puts a major wrench into things. Hopefully I can turn up the heat and start performing well at challenges moving forward so I don't have to worry about where votes are going... but honesty at this point I don't know.

I think I’m gonna die? and maybe it’s for the best? but also I don’t want to die?? does that make sense??? https://drive.google.com/file/d/1WEDXWIjiD57_NuFQGGjdtI4y8RIyD_t_/view?usp=drivesdk

[dudebroreg]

In honor of my first hundred follows on my first blog ever, I wanna go around the room and maliciously accuse a few people of being awesome to write with and talk to, and for helping me figure my way around tumblr when I bother them by bitching about glitches and things that they already know about but are new to me. Passing the football to:

@ravenvixcn: My first Veronica here and a sentimental fav. Looking back, it was beyond awesome of her to accept me with my non-theme and complete ignorance on tumblr rping when many players as good as her would prefer not to interact with someone who has no clue what they’re doing. And as I’ve said to her before, our V/R is fire, perf and endgame in every way.

@riverdalered: Dude. Bro. You are the Luke to my Han. Except your muse isn’t related to the chick both our muses like. But you’re pretty much my designated Arch atm and always a blast to talk to.

@undeciided: Badass player and badass friend. She’s seen the more fiery sides of my personality in private convo and doesn’t think I’m a total jerk yet so she goes here. What we started with Cheryl and Reggie can only be sexy and sarcasticy af.

@pussycatted: I love this girl’s snark and our lighthearted bantering is always one of my favorite parts of the day on discord. Special shoutout to her because she took it upon herself to do my theme. .. After ruthlessly (without ruth) informing me how hideous and eye-sore-ish my old one was. Respect.

@bubblegumxveil: Someone else who comes from the world of board RPing and enjoys doing the longer posts I’m accustomed to. She is my designated Betts and I love love love love our muses’ building bond. Also a total sweetheart ooc. I’m like waiting on pins and needles on how our current scene will conclude.

@joneshead: Another badass, universally beloved writer in this fandom who at the time I approached her could have easily had an ego about writing with a noob (seriously, the first time I messaged her it was because she reblogged a positivity spreading thing and I assumed that meant she was in charge of it, so I DM’d her an ‘anonymous’ shout-out to jules? wtf?). Jughead and Reg is one of my Brotps because they share so many traits in spite of being apparent polar opposites and that really comes out in the writing.

@seesgood: I’d been out of the TVD fandom for awhile ‘cause ugggh what the show did in the later seasons, but I knew my Reggie had to interact with her Caroline when I looked at some of her posts. AMAZING writer and someone else who put up with my stupid questions and bitching about tumblr’s glitches that she already knows about. She’s part of why I delved back into TVD enough to make a Kai Parker blog.

@vintagebonmots: One of the people I can talk to and be completely myself, asshole hat on and everything. Must be part of why her Veronica is so amazing because she can handle douchey males with ease. Everything we’ve written so far and talked about doing just has me incredibly excited.

@tryingmother: A beloved player here that has always been so incredibly nice to me. Someone who deserves extra love rn because people are choosing to be lame and hateful through anons. I don’t think she knows how much so many of us here appreciate her <3

@girllorn: MIDDDGGGE. It’s amazing that someone here gushes over the comic book ships the way I do and has thought about them the way I have (not to say others here don’t, but just that I’ve talked to her about it). We’ve only just started playing but our Midge & Reggie are already so much FUN! Special shout-out for doing my promo.

@rxvenhairedprincess: Such a cool girl and a great Veronica. The New York verse that we started is so much fun. I hope we’re not finished with it yet and I love your messages through the day when I’m bored at the office or not wanting to get out of bed. It honestly confuses me when she isn’t sure about her Veronica because she should never be anything less than totally confident.

@hciressv: I feel redundant saying “you’re an awesome Ronnie!” because I write with so many of them, but she has her down fuckin’ perfect. My Reggie muse is all the way up in the club scene we’re in the middle of and the stuff that we’re starting. Her supreme confidence and attitude ic is so distinctly Veronica. 

@katshinigami: For showing so much enthusiasm to my relatively lowkey blog. It seriously brightened my day to read that you enjoy reading my Reg. I hope my posts keep entertaining you in the future :).

I know there are others I’m going to slap myself upside the head for not remembering off the top of said head later, but I really do appreciate and have so much <3 for everyone I talk to and play with here. You the real MVPs. Not that I’m not a real MVP, because I am. I lift and have super cool hair. I feel like if there was a contest for handsomest male mun, that the judge of that contest who would also be me, would pick me.

Have an awesome day, everyone!

[krakenator]

CHAPTER 8 aka “Here comes the sun”

SPOILERS are sprinkled around extremely liberally for The Property of Hate

Masterpost here

“Day 4 everybody! The sun is shining, the tree’s a sun, and it’s time to start a new- 

*gasp* the tree’s a sun

THE TREE’S A SUN

*wicked witch voice* ITS MEEEEELTING

oh very funny tellyman

and i SWEAR TO GOD if this is some kind of sick  FORESHADOWING where Hero and RGB get separated and don’t appear on the same pages as each other-

oh hey i didn’t notice the Deer on this panel; RGB’s hanging onto its ear

So if the tree was sick and it’s also the heart of the sun... could we say the tree had heart disease?

ok and it also turns out that the whole deer thing is because ‘hart’ is another term for them so could we ALSO say that the tree is a heart of harts?

Izzit me or does Assok’s speech here have greeny-yellow mixed in there? …TOby???

The entire look of the tree and RGB doing a slip’n’slide on it implies a very... meaty texture to me so uh congrats mod thanks i hate it

OH FUC I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THIS REMINDS OF

MOTHERFUCKING MEAT CIRCUS AAAAAAAAA-

This entire page is huge fucking mood. That’s me @the world in my head every time I’m about to do something Stupid n’ Sketchy™

its also the first time we see the frankly DELIGHTFUL dynamic of RGB being like “oh god oh fuck why” and Hero going “YEEEEEEEAAA”. Hero loves rollercoasters and RGB won’t be dragged on one for anything less than certain death otherwise. 

LOOKIT that big grin. she seems to smile WAY more in the latter half of the current comic and honestly. Yes. we need more of that

Oh deer. What a staggering outcome. Guess we’re getting right to the hart of the matter huh.

So RGB asks how Hero knew it was sick, and the answer was it had no leaves- the tree’s by the Pool of Tears in chapter 2 during the daytime didn’t have leaves either, but began to grow more near the end of it- are those tree’s sickened as well? OH- this could explain why the Fears were able to wander around in such a forested area

Have to wonder… tree’s are powerful. What could stop one from dreaming like that?

OH. OF COURSE. RGB’s already given us the answer- Nothing. The gooey stuff that was coating the tree, the [-----], is just another form of Nothing! Even more damningly, biting through the strand so the sun could balloon away renders Hero’s tongue temporarily numb. 

“You didn’t swallow any did you”- oh motherfucker that’s foreshadowing to when Hero really does accidentally swallow Nothing in the Elastic Valley storm, which erodes her voice from black text to white

So the next question is why did the [-----] melt so SUDDENLY? Black was left behind from Hero’s Fun Impalement Adventure, which smacks far more of Fear stuff than dream/nightmare residue, both of which are colorful, yet Dreams have the healing properties and Hero dreaming in the tree may have even helped the thawing

going on the assumption black = Fear shenanigans, have we found something stronger than Nothing? is this- oh come on. is this a rock-paper-scissors scenario?

Nothing beats Trees, Trees beat Fears, Fears beat Nothing?

on that note I should point out that Hero’s night of rest and dreaming has indeed closed back up her schism

absolutely everybody: how the FUCK did that DUMBASS-

and like they all know it’s THAT dumbass. they all look at the BULLSHIT happening in the sky and say “i don’t know how but i KNOW RGB is in the thick of that nonsense”

RGB rekted counter = 4

and promptly rekted yet again (5)

Ok, we confirm that [-----] is an insulator- a weaker form of Nothing, then. Not enough to destroy the sun-tree, but definitely enough to encase, sicken, and weaken it.

K but [------] as censorship, anyone?

!! Assok’s voice is numb too. How did I miss this bit of the story, did I just skim over it last time? Assok’s voice is the way it is because it’s numb, it could only have gotten numb by chomping on [-----], Assok came out of a crack in the [-----] to investigate Hero’s crying... my god

im such a dummy i finally get it. Assok’s been chipping away at the [-----] trying to keep the sun alive

kids are honestly such little shits; mod really nails this aspect of Hero directly on the head

truly they are made for each other- one shit kid and one bastard man.

OH OKAY I thought Assok threw themselves at RGB’s face in retaliation for yelling at Hero for essentially tazing him but that’s not it- its STATIC CLING

And tally that 6 for the RGB ‘slapstick-comedy Bad Man gets thrown around’ counter

ITS JULIENNE! Aint NOBODY got ANYTHING on her KNIFE FEET

fuckin. the sound effects. step+stab = stap. amazing

bruh i love her speech. i look at it and i taste cherry chocolate. even the shards around the boxes and that haphazardly make speech tails looks like chocolate shavings

Julienne and Melody’s designs are both INCREDIBLE tbh. julienne and click are probably my favorites out of the entire cast. you look at them and you INSTANTLY what they are about

and yet there are surprises

...... shitpost idea

and the candyfloss poke at my head, no fun! i said Julienne- mmgh!- stop it now

RGB looks like he has wings this entire page and I think that’s beautiful. the entire ‘fight scene’ between him and Julienne is utterly fantastic

Hero just calmly going fishing. Serenely stares down the knife Julienne tries to stab through her upon Jules realizes RGB’s gone and kidnapped ANOTHER WHOLE KID but relenting the INSTANT Hero says hello, pats, and flatters her

this chapter is really delivering on the “RGB gets slammed around” aspect of my TPoH enjoyment. I didn’t think we’d hit double digits this quick but that makes 10

Melody, bass-boosted: MY WIFE

as a musician i adore Melody with my entire being and i would die for her. every time i read her FORTE i’m assaulted with the auditory memory of myself and the rest of the trumpet section seeing a “triple forte” note written in our music sheets and as one blasting it in exactly the way the composer surely intended: discordant chaos

aaaaa her foghorn blast includes sheet music in the background!! i wonder from what piece

her speechbubbles be yellow, with short, stout tails and a circular box

is there anything better than seeing just the barest hint of Hero at the top of one panel before she slams into RGB in the next?

Assok’s QUADRUPLE FORTE on the other hand sounds like 50 CHILDREN SCREAMING THEIR OWN COMMENTS AT ONCE FOR A SOLID THIRTY SECONDS

it’s all stuff we’ve heard before looks like: “snice”, “koh ping”, “eediotic”, “damninably frah ghile”, “j ustryin toolwek affrew”, “justav to trusttmi”

dsvjkfkfhh- special fuckin shoutout to “AI DOOHAIT TOOHAFF TORAIMSMA VOYCE” for being the ONE thing in all caps aka the time RGB, uh, raised his voice

join me next time for some QUALITY DUNKING ON RGB. just absolutely roasting him

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[someonefantastic]

If You Thought the Head Trauma was Bad…

More migraine Shawn and roommate stuff! Basically I headcanon that Shawn, Gus, and Juliet all lived in the loft together between s8 and the first movie. Also if you want more fics on Shawn and migraines, then feel free to check out my day 3 or @bijulesspookyohara​'s day 5. Shoutout to the folks of the psych discord, primarily @victoriantrashjohn for coming up with the concept and jackal switch for a lot of these migraine remedies. Oh and also @tonystarksspoopyhouseofkids because she drew this adorable pic of Shawn that inspired a scene in this. And shoutout to @chaosintheavenue for beta reading this! Summary: Shawn has a migraine. It's a good thing his best friend and his girlfriend are there to help. Warnings: migraines, nausea, ambulances ___ Shawn groaned as he snuggled deeper into the couch, barely even able to open his eyes. It had been an incredibly long day- he had spent most of it trying to infiltrate an illegal jewelry ring with little success, just another failure on his quest for Juliet’s engagement ring- and he was in the middle of a full blown migraine. He had seen it coming, recognized that the sharp pains in his brain and the small ripples of nausea could easily lead to later pain, but he had ignored it, instead letting the image of his girlfriend (fiancėe’s) elated face spur him to work harder.

And now he was suffering the consequences. No ring, no joyous girlfriend (fiancėe), just a massive, brain pounding, vision blurring migraine.

He sighed, pulling the fluffy blanket tighter around him. He was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, blanket over his head, its soft fabric enveloping him. A pair of child-sized kitty earmuffs were placed squarely on his temples while the sounds of 80s heavy metal filled the air. The shades had been drawn keeping the sun from invading- not that there was much on a rainy San Francisco evening- and the room was cast in a red glow, the source being a small red LED candle that Jules had bought him. It was cozy and nice and he could almost forget the incessant pain in his head.

There was a jiggling at the door and Juliet and Gus walked in, their loud joyous laughter causing him to wince. They paused, and he caught Juliet frowning as Gus walked over and collapsed into the armchair besides him.

Juliet’s hair was falling out of her half-ponytail, Gus’ tie was slipping from its knot, they smelled like coffee.

“Headache?” He asked, voice much quieter.

Shawn barely nodded, squeezing his eyes tight as sharp pains radiated through his skull.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Juliet’s soft voice spoke from his side. Warm fingers gently brushed his hair and he relaxed into her touch. “Did you take anything?”

His voice was strained, “Ibuprofen, a few hours ago.”

Gus spoke up, “He could take acetaminophen. It works differently than ibuprofen so it won’t cause any problems.”

“Perfect,” Her lips pressed against his forehead, “I’m going to go get changed and get you some meds.”

“Thank you,” He muttered, sad when she pulled away.

“Can you get me some too?” Gus asked, beginning to undo his tie, “My side is killing me.”

“Sure thing.”

After her small footsteps faded away, Shawn cracked an eye open. “What’s up with you?”

Gus frowned. “I pulled a muscle lifting boxes for that cute girl in marketing.”

His memory flashed back. A woman in blue, long black hair, Gus doing the thing with his nose. “Michelle?”

“Yeah… it was all for nothing, I overheard her talking about some dude named ‘Levi’.”

“Tough luck bud. That’s a solid name.”

“You know that’s right.”

Shawn’s eyebrows furrowed as he noticed Gus rubbing his side. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” He nodded, “Hey, where is the heating pad?”

Shawn jerked his head back, groaning as the motion caused the throbbing to double. That wasn’t his brightest idea. “Under Jules’ side of the bed. Just make sure to put it back when you’re done, she needs it for cramps.”

“Ah,” Gus nodded, standing up, “Sure thing.”

A stain on Gus’ pant leg, the carpet was rumpled, an empty can under the chair.

He shut his eyes tight again, trying to stop himself from noticing, an in vain attempt to ward off his abilities. Instead he flashed backwards, various images and memories jerking to the forefront of his mind, waves of nausea close behind.

His blue bouncy ball in fourth grade, divorce papers being signed, a bright smile on a beautiful blonde.

His jaw clenched, swallowing roughly as he tried to keep the contents of his stomach down. He leaned forward, trying to focus on the music around him. The beats moved in and out, giving him something to concentrate on.

“Babe?”

His eyes cracked open, the corner of his mouth turning up at the sight of his girlfriend (fiancėe). Her hair was now all the way down and she had pulled on his Thunderbirds sweatshirt. Even though she was only wearing the hoodie because it smelled like him, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride- after all, she usually refused to wear any football team’s merch aside from the Dolphins’.

“Here.” She handed him some pills and water which he promptly took, noting how Gus did the same.

The cool water felt nice but did little to soothe the ache in his head. “Thanks.” He frowned, noticing how her knuckles were bruised, “Did you get into a fight?”

“What?” She glanced at her hand, giving a good natured shake of her head at his abilities. “No- well, kind of. I was sparring with Sam and accidentally punched him square in the jaw.”

He chuckled, “That’s my girlfriend.” Not noticing how she frowned at the term.

Now that his eyes were open, his brain leaped back at the chance to pick up on things.

Small smudge of mascara under her right eye (probably missed it when washing her face), a few crumbs above Gus’ lips, dog hair on the hoodie sleeve.

He groaned as a sharp pain erupted in his head, vision blurring and stomach churning dangerously.

“Shawn?” Juliet’s voice was worried and he soon found her sitting next to him, guiding his head to her lap. She shushed him, beginning to run her fingers through his hair. “I need you to stop thinking, okay? Just focus on my hands.”

His eyes fluttered shut and he relaxed, allowing himself to fixate on her and only her. He felt warm and safe in her arms, her presence always serving to be a beacon in his crazy mind. Honestly he couldn’t imagine life without her, ever since he walked into that dinner nine years ago she had become a permanent staple in his life. He loved her so much it made his heart hurt. Even though the idea of marriage still terrified him, he knew deep down that he didn’t want to marry anyone else but her.

“I love you,” He muttered, reaching up to squeeze her hand.

“I love you too Shawn,” He could hear the soft smile in her voice, “Get some rest.”

He snuggled deeper, a small smile on his lips. Her hands would occasionally drift over to his temples, rubbing where the earmuffs weren’t situated. It was very calming and soon he felt sleep begin to overtake him.

Somewhere between Judas Priest and Holy Driver he heard a groan- and not from the music. It dragged him out of his sleep. Vision blurry and head foggy, he cracked open his eyes. The groan sounded again. He barely registered Juliet’s hand pausing it’s soothing motion and her concerned voice, instead his eyes were on his best friend. Gus was clutching his side, the color draining out of this face.

Jerking upright, he ignored how his head throbbed. “Gus? You okay?”

There was no answer as Gus’ eyes rolled back and he pitched forward, landing on the ground with a heavy thud.

“Gus!” Shawn and Juliet yelled in unison.

In a flash they were both at his side, Juliet’s fingers on his neck and his hand being held tightly by Shawn. “He’s still alive, I’ll call an ambulance.”

Memories flashed through Shawn while his mind burned.

A large crowd, pain in his side, sweating, collapsing, a white room.

He should have noticed sooner, should have seen the signs. If it wasn’t for his headache-

“I think his appendix burst.” He all but shouted, words tumbling out of his mouth. This was all his fault, he should have noticed, he was trained for this for pete’s sake. The one thing he was good at was picking up on information, little things that most people didn’t notice.

He had failed Gus.

Looking back, he remembered the time between Gus collapsing and the ambulance coming so clearly but in the middle of it all, it frankly felt like a blur of regret and blame and worry.

As he watched Gus’ unconscious body being loaded into the ambulance, his hands shook, tears threatening to fall. Juliet grabbed his hand, beginning to lead him to her car. The paramedics only had room for one person but selfishly he needed Juliet to be his rock. He wasn’t sure if he could hold on without her.

She squeezed his hand, wide, worried eyes gazing up at him. “He’ll be okay.”

Nodding mutely, he followed her to the car. All he could hope was that she would be right.

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

Another World - TDC Holidays - Day 7

I’m experimenting with a new style so tell me what you think!

DAY 7

AU: BAND

POV: MAGAZINE

‘Queens of Music - The rise of girl group Reign’ by Mathilde Seer - Sunpool Magazine

The Rolanth pub is alive and bouncy tonight as new kids on the block Reign take the stage. I sit at the bar and laugh along as singer and guitarist Arsinoe interacts casually with the crowd before the start of their set, while her fellow bandmates warm up their instruments. She is bubbly and shockingly alive as the dimmer lights hit her iconic black and red half-face mask.

The crowd eats it up, cheering as eventually drummer Katharine starts their beat. Bassist Mirabella grabs the attention of every person in the room as she joins in. Their synchronicity is currently unmatched by any band their age (hell even bands older than them) and their set roars into action.

The Queen sisters rose into the music scene nearly a year ago and I’m lucky enough to be one of the few journalists invited to the pub gigs they play in between sold out stadiums. Their set is filled with their own self written hits as well as countless classics that everyone knows (even an improvised cover of Bohemian Rhapsody) and the crowd just gets higher and higher.

When I’m allowed back stage at the end of the night, or early morning (there were a lot of impromptu encores), I’m unsurprised to see the sisters still completely wired. Katharine and Arsinoe (who is hanging upside down on the couch) are playing a game of UNO that is surprisingly intense and Mirabella looks like she is trying and failing to meditate. The background speaker is playing what sounds like Hey Violet’s ‘Guys My Age’ at a volume that is just short of too loud.

Arsinoe looks up when I walk in, smiling and flipping herself right way up, standing with a skip. She’s taken her mask off and her deep facial scars catch the light of the backroom, but her smile is infectious as she hugs me, UNO cards still in hand.

I’m lucky enough to have been offered to travel with the sisters for the next stop in their tour and I can tell already it will be as chaotic as all else, especially as Katharine yells at Arsinoe to “get her ass back to the game”. I take the seat Mirabella subtly offers me and prepare myself for the road.

~

The next morning, I wake on the tour bus before the triplets and prepare to interview the three of them. Mirabella’s the first to rise, stretching to touch the ceiling of the bus and apologising for not waking up earlier. She grabs a protein bar and comes and sits down across from me. I start with their break into the music scene, the Quickening Music Festival, which they shouldn’t have been playing in and everyone I talk to agrees they definitely crashed illegally.

“Our start to the music industry was definitely one that could have gotten us in trouble, mostly because Arsinoe takes opportunities where they come, no matter how hair-brained they are,” Mirabella tries to sound mad, but she actually sounds like a proud older sister, which she is. Her protective nature is well known in the fandom and is the subject of many journalistic questionings and internet memes that, when mentioned, gains a serene and agreeing nod.

Speaking of serenity, I am quickly learning that Mirabella is the most calm musician I have ever met, and when I mention this, Mirabella just laughs.

“Compared to my sisters, sure. But I have my days, just like any one else,” at that exact moment, a loud thump comes from the bunk area and Katharine stumbles out a minute later, rubbing her hip. She doesn’t speak and I’m vaguely reminded of a zombie. But, a really short one. My interview with Mirabella ends there as she stands to check on her sister. Quintessential older sibling.

Katharine is my next interviewee and she tells me to just call her Kat. The youngest triplet sits across from me, fiddling with the 8 rings she wears, one of which is definitely an Arron family seal ring. When I ask, she tells me she stole it. I can’t tell if she’s messing with me. She’s the smallest of the three and looks like she could lose a fight with a strong gust of wind, but you wouldn’t think that if you saw her on the drums.

“I have a lot of pent up emotions,” she declares when I ask about her instrument, “I nearly broke one of Arsinoe’s violins when we were younger, so she bugged Willa to buy me a drum kit. I haven’t looked back since,” I can’t help but smile at the story. Arsinoe and Kat seem to enjoy the most banter, but anyone looking at them can see there is genuine sisterly affection there. “But yeah, I went through some shit when I was a teenager and the drums helped me express my aggression healthily.” I don’t ask for any more. Anyone who listened to songs on their debut album like ‘Down, Down’, ‘Viper’ or ‘Dead and Gone’ can hear the deep emotions lying underneath Kat Queen’s skin. Their technical prowess and gory themes have also immortalised the songs as fan favourites.

Kat is gone by the time I look up, seeming to be inspired as she sits on another table and begins writing something down that she eventually hands to a passing Arsinoe, who has spent the morning texting a mystery person with a nearly imperceptible blush on her face as she enters the kitchen area. When she catches me looking, Kat leans over and whispers to me;

“Her and Junior have been chatting forever, if that’s enough of a scoop for you,” she laughs slightly as Arsinoe comes back into the table space.

Arsinoe seems to be the brain behind the operation’s more chaotic elements. She is a verified master of at least four instruments (five if you count voice) and has written the most songs on their album. She looks at me with a cheshire grin and the first thing I can think to ask about is her scars.

“I fought a brown bear and won,” she says, casually enough for me to question whether she’s actually serious (it seems deadpan outrageousness runs in the family). I move onto her music.

“I did a lot of travel when I was a teen, so I had a lot of influences as I was learning my instruments. I also had a lot of people with different styles who have made my music better,” and then she says “shoutout to Jules Milone” and laughs. Her laughter is rough but bright. Much like her songs, which include ‘Sea Ports’, ‘Mount Horn’ and ‘Pub Song’.

She makes me feel comfortable enough to even ask about her love song, ‘Maybe More’. Despite being on the B Side of the debut album, it sent fans crazy with theories. Most in Reign’s fanbase agree that the song is about Arsinoe’s old friend and fellow famous musician, Billy Chatworth, who has also written a song with strikingly similar themes and metaphors, ‘Caught Out’. Both are so tight-lipped it’s almost confessional, but that never stops anyone trying to confirm. Arsinoe laughs when I ask but doesn’t answer, a la Barney Stinson when asked about his occupation on HIMYM.

We get off the bus at the castle-turned-stadium that acts as Indrid Down’s hub of entertainment and it’s all systems go. Mirabella is co-ordinating with the roadies who are moving their stuff. She is somehow both kind and authoritarian. Arsinoe is writing lyrics as she’s walking while listening to something through earphones. Kat is rubbing her drumsticks together and tapping her legs with them while also trying to trip Arsinoe up as they walk together.

They take the stage an hour later and the crowd is deafening as Kat hits the first beat of their set (the jaunty 'Pub Song’). The next two and a half hours go by quicker than expected. The crowd is wild as all three triplets interact with them, and even I’m swept into the hype and I go to concerts like this for a living. Finally, the gentle but haunting lull of ‘Queen Crowned’ finishes their setlist and the audience roars as Arsinoe hits the final, stunningly high note of the song.

Backstage is bustling as mics are removed and sweat is wiped away. Arsinoe picks her sisters up with the force of her hug and then she pulls me into a tight (and very sweaty) hug. The back area fills and Mirabella squeals in excitement as two women who must be her girlfriends kiss her. Kat is embraced by a tall, blonde guy. Arsinoe grins and continues a conversation as she helps one of the roadies pack up before they go out to sign merch.

I leave before the triplets enter the venue lobby to sign merch and meet fans, but I hear the cheering and loud speaking a block away and can’t help but smile. Reign will be around for a while, I reckon.

Crowned - DEBUT ALBUM

Yin

Dead and Gone

Protect

Pub Song

Down Down

Queen Crowned

Viper

Falling Rocks

Sea Ports

Mount Horn

Yang

B-Side

One-Handed Mistress

Fire Maiden

Maybe More

Court Rules

Jules

Cliff and Tower

Three Prisoners

{Cover} SUPERBLOOM (MisterWives)

{Cover} Clean (Hey Violet)

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