#but it's not like their harmonization (?) are COMPLETELY blended

[luvzshy]

Singer!Reader x Billie the reader is a famous singer dating Billie but they haven’t came out as couple to the public

Billie is on tour and on stage she tells the fans that she a surprise for them and them welcome the reader on stage the reader and Billie talk for a bit and then the sing a few songs together after that before it’s time to leave Billie kisses the reader infrunt of everyone the reader is a little taken back in quickly kisses back obliviously the fans start screaming and losing there Shit and as soon as the shows over Billie and the readers phone is blowing up with edit of them

The Kiss That Changed Everything

The crowd was deafening, their energy rippling through the air as Billie took the stage. You watched from the shadows, heart pounding—not because of the lights or the thousands of eyes trained on her, but because of the secret you two had been holding for so long.

You were no stranger to fame. Your own career had skyrocketed, your name recognized alongside some of the biggest artists in the world. But this—this was different. Sharing the stage with Billie wasn’t just a professional milestone. It was personal, intimate in a way that no one else could understand. The world didn’t know the two of you had been together for months now, tucked away from the relentless public eye. You weren’t ready for them to know. Or at least, you didn’t think you were.

Billie’s voice cut through the roar of the crowd. “So… I’ve been working on something special for you all,” she said, flashing that grin that always managed to make your heart skip a beat. “And tonight, I have a surprise guest.” She turned to the side stage where you stood hidden, her eyes locking with yours in the dim light. There was a softness there, something unspoken but deeply familiar between the two of you.

You hesitated for a second, feeling the weight of what was about to happen. But then you stepped into the spotlight. The crowd’s reaction was instantaneous—a mixture of screams and gasps, the flashing lights of phones capturing every second. You plastered on a smile, the practiced, media-trained one, though inside, your nerves were threatening to unravel you.

Billie met you halfway, her eyes glinting with a secret only the two of you shared. “Welcome to the stage,” she said, her voice casual but her touch, when her hand brushed yours, anything but.

You took the mic, offering a small wave to the crowd. “Thanks for having me,” you replied, keeping your voice steady. You exchanged a few lighthearted words, the kind that would look cute in edits but hid the tremor of anticipation that ran through you. Then, the first notes of the song began.

Singing together felt easy, natural even. Your voices blended effortlessly, like they had been made to harmonize. For a moment, the world outside of this stage, outside of you and Billie, disappeared. It was just the music, the lights, and the woman beside you, her presence a steady anchor amidst the chaos.

But then the last note hung in the air, the crowd already roaring with approval. You turned to Billie, ready to share a quick, relieved smile, when suddenly she moved closer, her gaze locking onto yours. There was a flicker of something in her eyes—determination, maybe, or resolve.

Before you could process what was happening, Billie leaned in, her lips brushing yours in a kiss. It was soft but deliberate, a moment suspended in time as everything around you fell silent. For a second, you didn’t move, didn’t breathe, your mind catching up to what had just happened.

Then, instinctively, you kissed her back. It was brief, tender, but it said everything you hadn’t been able to say publicly for months. The crowd’s reaction hit like a tidal wave—screams, cheers, a cacophony of sound that made the stage seem like it was shaking beneath your feet.

When you finally pulled back, your eyes met hers, searching. You were a little dazed, a little overwhelmed, and completely unprepared for the flood of emotion you saw in Billie’s expression. It was as if she had peeled back a layer of her usual confidence, letting you see the vulnerability underneath. This kiss wasn’t just for the fans. It was for you.

The rest of the show passed in a blur. Before you knew it, you were back in the dressing room, the echo of the crowd still ringing in your ears. You sat down on the couch, your phone already lighting up with notifications. Billie's name and yours were trending, and fan edits were pouring in at lightning speed. Clips of the kiss, of your stunned reaction, of the way Billie had looked at you—they were everywhere.

Billie sat down beside you, her shoulder brushing yours. She glanced at your phone screen and then at you, her voice soft. “I… didn’t mean to catch you off guard like that.”

You turned to face her, feeling the weight of everything that had just happened. “You did,” you said quietly, though there was no accusation in your tone. “But… it was perfect.” And it was. Even though you hadn’t planned for this, even though the public now knew the truth, it felt like a release, like a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

Billie’s face softened with relief, her hand finding yours between you on the couch. “I didn’t want to hide anymore. Not us.”

You squeezed her hand, feeling your chest tighten with emotion. “Me neither,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The fear, the uncertainty of what would come next, lingered in the background, but for now, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the way Billie’s hand felt warm in yours, the way she looked at you like nothing else in the world existed.

Your phone buzzed again, another edit of the two of you kissing, but you didn’t bother to look. Instead, you leaned into Billie, feeling the tension leave your body for the first time in what felt like forever. The world knew now, and whatever happened next, you would face it together.

[beegomess]

Your marriage with them || Slytherin Boys

Summary: This time, the title describes it well… Warnings: None.

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Blaise Zabini

It was on a sunny afternoon, at one of the idyllic country estates of the Zabini family, that your wedding with Blaise came to life. The setting, though unpretentious, exuded a serene elegance. The estate was situated on a vast property, surrounded by green fields stretching as far as the eye could see. The ceremony took place outdoors, under a clear blue sky, with subtle decor that appeared natural and unpretentious, yet it was evident that every detail had been carefully chosen.

The altar was a simple structure, adorned with white and green flowers that blended perfectly with the surroundings. The chairs, arranged in elegant lines, were dressed in soft-toned linen fabrics, creating a pleasant contrast with the green field backdrop. The sound of birds singing and the gentle breeze completed the tranquil and intimate atmosphere of the event.

The guests, many of whom were close friends and family, appreciated the sophisticated simplicity of the setting. The reception featured an outdoor dinner with refined dishes served informally, allowing everyone to feel at ease. The day concluded with a sunset celebration, marked by lively conversations and laughter, in an environment where elegance met natural beauty.

Draco Malfoy

The wedding with Draco was a spectacle of grandeur and tradition, reflecting the prestige and magnitude of the families involved. The ceremony took place in a splendidly decorated church, whose interior was an imposing example of classical architecture. The environment was filled with luxury and refinement: crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a soft light over the meticulously crafted details.

The altar, adorned with opulent floral arrangements in shades of white and gold, seemed like an extension of the church itself, harmonizing with the columns and walls embellished with marble details and gold frames. The main aisle was filled with guests, all dressed in their finest attire, giving the event a royal air. The sound of organ music filled the space, creating a solemn and majestic atmosphere.

The reception was equally grand, held in the main hall of the Malfoy family estate, distinguished by its refined decor and luxurious details. Guests enjoyed an exquisite banquet and danced to the music of a live orchestra. Every moment of the wedding was planned to emphasize the significance of the occasion and the connection between the families, creating a celebration that will be remembered as a milestone of elegance and prestige.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Your wedding with Lorenzo Berkshire took place in a serene field, immersed in the simplicity and natural beauty that characterize the Berkshire family aesthetic. The location was carefully chosen to offer a tranquil and elegant setting, with robust trees and blooming white flowers.

The ceremony was held outdoors, with a simple yet sophisticated altar, decorated with white and green floral arrangements that complemented the natural palette of the field. The chairs, arranged in a semicircle, were dressed with linen covers and ribbons in neutral tones, blending with the surroundings. The blue sky and gentle sun created a pleasant and calm atmosphere for the celebration.

The reception followed the same refined simplicity, with an outdoor dinner served under elegantly decorated tents. The menu included light and sophisticated dishes prepared with fresh, high-quality ingredients. The overall atmosphere was one of relaxation and intimate celebration, with friends and family enjoying a natural and elegant setting where the beauty of the field complemented the discreet sophistication of the occasion.

Mattheo Riddle

The wedding with Mattheo had to be conducted quickly and practically, reflecting the urgency with which both of you wanted to seal the union. The ceremony took place in a small and cozy garden at the back of one of his family's houses. The decor, done in a hurry, was simple but had a touch of homey charm.

The space was decorated with field flowers and candles, creating an intimate and warm environment. The ceremony area was improvised with an arch of white and green flowers, giving the place a fresh look. Simple wooden chairs were arranged around the makeshift altar, where the vows were exchanged.

The few friends present shared a simple feast, with homemade food and drinks. The celebration was marked by a sense of urgency and love, with everyone present understanding the importance and intensity of the moment. The simplicity of the event reflected Mattheo's and your desire to unite quickly, and even in its simplicity, the love and dedication were clearly present.

Theodore Nott

The wedding took place at the end of a golden afternoon, in a seaside garden belonging to a majestic house on the coast. The setting was breathtaking, with the deep blue sea shimmering under the soft light of the setting sun.

The garden was adorned with natural and refined decor, with white flowers and green arrangements that enhanced the beauty of the environment. The chairs were arranged in a semicircle configuration, offering panoramic views of the sea and the sunset-lit horizon. The altar, simple yet elegant, was framed by a curtain of flowers and leaves, matching the garden’s color palette.

The ceremony was enveloped in a warm glow, as the last rays of sun reflected on the sea, creating a magical and romantic atmosphere. The reception continued outdoors, with a sophisticated dinner served under a large tree, where guests enjoyed the spectacular view and relaxed ambiance. The combination of the natural setting with elegant details created a dreamlike scene, capturing the essence of love and glamour.

Tom Riddle

The wedding with Tom was an urgent and symbolic celebration, held in the Chamber of Secrets, a location that, despite its dark and mysterious character, became the backdrop for a deeply personal and significant moment. The ceremony had to be conducted quickly due to the need to remain hidden, but Tom insisted that all the elements he wanted be present.

The Chamber was temporarily transformed with simple but effective decor. Magical torches cast a soft light on the stone walls, and a series of white candles were placed around the makeshift altar. Discreet floral arrangements, consisting of white lilies and dark flowers, were positioned at strategic points, providing an elegant contrast to the somber environment.

The few carefully selected guests were present to witness the union, marked by sincere vows and a sense of urgency. The ceremony was brief and intense, reflecting both the gravity of the situation and Tom’s deep desire to seal the union as quickly as possible. Despite the improvised decor and unusual setting, the moment was filled with significance, with Tom ensuring that every detail reflected his commitment and desire to build a future together, regardless of the circumstances.

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[mingi-s-dimples]

dinner table - mingi

pairing: mingi x fem reader

rating: 18+

genre: romance, smut (filth), non idol au

summary: Mingi invited you over after your date so you can spend more time together.

WC: 2k

warnings: non idol au, bf!mingi, oral (f receiving), eating out, cumplay, cumming. cum eating, cunnilingus, established relationship. unprotected (wrap up IRL), completely consensual, fingering, big dick!mingi (obvi), overstim, multiple orgasms, multiple rounds implied, squirting unedited (will def edit the formatting later), for sure forgot sth.

Author's Note: This one took me so long I'm so so sorry 😭😭😭 I started school again and I'm getting a loooot busier than usual so I'll try to post as often as possible but the minimum I can do is one fic per week AHHHH 😞 I loved writing it man 😇 It's delicious (to me)

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & doest not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The crisp autumn air greeted you as you stepped out of your apartment, its coolness invigorating as it brushed against your cheeks. The world around was painted in rich hues of amber, gold, and crimson, the trees standing like sentinels of the season, their leaves fluttering gently to the ground. Every step you took crunched against the scattered leaves, the sound a soft reminder of the season's embrace. Today was a day you had been anticipating with a mix of excitement and nervous energy—your first ever official date with Mingi, your boyfriend. You've been hooking up with him for a while, but you just officialised it some weeks ago.

The two of you had decided to meet at a cozy little café tucked away in the heart of the park, a place that, with its warm atmosphere and large bay windows overlooking the tree-lined path, felt like the embodiment of autumn itself. As you walked along the winding trail, the scent of cinnamon and wood smoke filled the air, blending with the earthy aroma of the fallen leaves. The park was alive with the quiet bustle of couples and families enjoying the day, their laughter mingling with the rustle of the trees. It was the perfect setting, a backdrop that felt as if it had been painted just for this moment.

Your heart fluttered with every step closer to the café, the anticipation growing with each passing second. You spotted Mingi before he saw you, his tall figure unmistakable even from a distance. He was leaning casually against the doorframe, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. The soft, golden light of the late afternoon sun framed him in a way that made him seem almost ethereal, like a figure from a dream. His dark hair ruffled slightly in the breeze, and when he looked up and your eyes met, a warm smile spread across his face, instantly melting away the last traces of my nervousness.

You felt a wave of calm wash over you as you approached him, the world around the two of you narrowing until it felt like it was just you and him in that moment. Mingi stepped forward to greet you, his smile widening as he reached out and took your hand, his touch warm against the coolness of the day.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the autumn hues around us. "You look amazing."

"Thank you," you replied, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you took in the sight of him. He looked effortlessly handsome, his coat hugging his broad shoulders, the color of the fabric harmonizing perfectly with the vibrant scenery around.

You stepped into the café together, the bell above the door chiming softly as you entered. The interior was cosy and inviting, with wooden beams overhead and a fireplace crackling in the corner, casting a warm glow across the room. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filled the air, and he found a spot by the window, where you could watch the leaves fall outside as you sipped from the drinks he ordered.

As you settled into the seats, the initial nerves you had felt earlier faded entirely, replaced by a comfortable warmth that spread through you as he began to talk. Mingi's laughter was infectious, and soon you were sharing stories, the conversation flowing effortlessly. The more he talked, the more you realized how much you enjoyed his company, his easygoing nature, a perfect complement to the serene atmosphere around.

Outside, the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the park and painting the world in deeper shades of orange and red. The day felt like a beautiful, slow unfolding, each moment with Mingi more meaningful than the last. The warmth of the café, the crispness of the autumn air, and the simple joy of being with someone who made you feel so at ease—everything felt just right, as if the world had conspired to make this first date something special, something to remember.

As the evening drew closer, the two of you decided to take a walk through the park, hand in hand. The path was lined with trees whose branches arched overhead, creating a tunnel of golden leaves that crunched underfoot. The air was cool, but with Mingi by your side, it felt perfect, each step took together affirming the connection you were beginning to build.

There was some kind of magic in the air, something unspoken yet understood between the two of you, walking in comfortable silence. The day had been everything you could have hoped for and more, a perfect beginning to what felt like the start of something truly special. As you paused by the edge of the pond, watching the reflection of the fiery sky ripple across the water, you knew that this was a moment I would hold onto for a long time—a perfect first date, wrapped in the beauty of autumn and the warmth of newfound affection.

"H-hey so... I know we haven't been together for long but.."

"Hm?" you said, confused.

"You know that when we were hooking up, you came over at my house multiple times to play my favourite video game with me but... would you maybe want to spend the night... with me? I enjoyed spending time with you today, for this first date. I absolutely loved it", Mingi said, taking your hands into his, rubbing to warm them up.

"Y-yes, babe. Why not? We can watch a movie or something" you said, embracing his broat yet comforting body.

"Okay then, let's go" he murmured and held your hand, walking side by side.

*several minutes later, arriving at his apartment*

"Oh, let me" he said, taking off your coat. "Make yourself at home. In case you'd like some snacks, you know where to find them. I'll get us something to drink and I'll turn on whatever movie we haven't seen." he said and got his flip flops on, stepping onto the dark coloured rug in his living room. "Do you have any preference?" you heard him from the kitchen. "Nooo! Choose whatever!" you shouted back. You took out some random snacks and cookies from the cupboard and went back in the living room, taking a seat next to Mingi.

"I put on some kind of romance, I think we've seen it already but I didn't invite you here to watch a movie, necessarily. I wanna spend time with you. Wanna cuddle, maybe... while watching said movie, hm?" he said, embracing you.

"Yup, sounds good. Here, take some cookies, I just got em from your cupboard" you said, giggling, taking one of the cookies out and bringing it up to his lips. He took a bite and smiled at you, his right hand carresing your thigh.

"So... Mingi, babe. How do you feel about the fact that, after weeks, even months of hooking up.. we finally officialised our relationship?" you asked, looking him in the eyes.

"I was.. shy at first, to be honest with you. Like, we've made out in the past and all but the intimacy we later had because of this relationship was top tier. I don't know, I felt really positive about it." Mingi said, confidently.

*about two hours later, still cuddling up with Mingi on the couch, feeling a tad sleepy right as the movie ends, because he carresed your back the whole time*

"Sweetie, are you asleep?" Mingi said, softly.

"N-no, I was just staying still for a moment, why?"

"D-do you remember how the movie started..?" he said, making you a little bit more attentive.

"Yes, what's with that?"

"You know.. I thought we could.. maybe recreate it?" he said, looking in your eyes, his gaze darkening upon seeing your outfit once again for the night.

Oh.

"Mingi, I-" you stuttered.

"It's totally fine if you don-" but you interrupted him by going in for a kiss, which he took as a 'yes'. He then basically jumped on you, like he has been waiting for this moment for an eternity. One of his hands on your waist and one on the nape of your neck, he was all over you.

"Y-know baby, I've been waiting for this moment for so long" he said, breaking the kiss. "You've always looked so good, damn. But I never dared touch you when we were hooking up. This little... almost fragile-like body of yours... I never dared to feel it.. afraid I might destroy it. But now... oh babe, I am not gonna hold myself back." his kisses going from your cheek to your neck, where he softly marked you.

"D-don't hold yourself back-ngh" you stuttered, already feeling heat pooling in your lace panties, as his right hand was finding it's way under your blouse, now resting on your bra, tugging at it softly.

He put one hand under your ass and one on your lower back, holding you close. You couldn't see where he was going, but you were sure of one thing. He wasn't gonna take it slow.

As he placed you on a table, which was in the living room, he stopped for a moment to look at you. He was eye-fucking you, literally.

"God damn, love." his right hand on your waist, the other one under your breast, holding you still, his thumb brushing over the nipple. "You look so fucking good, like this..." his left hand going to your bra, unbuckling it. "Are you sure you're all good with it?" he asked once more.

"Yes. Mingi, please-" you pleaded.

"I thought so." he said as his hand slid your blouse off, your nipples getting harder at the colder sensation, bare in front of him. He then took you off the table for a moment, helped you out of your jeans and panties. You were now completely naked in front of him, Mingi fully clothed. His hard erection straining against his jeans, you were standing in front of him, looking contently from his lips, where you wanted to plant a kiss, to his bulge, which you wanted to take care of. You tugged at his pants for a moment. He smirked at the sight, but he wasn't quite content with your decision, yet.

"Sweetie, you eat your dinner take out or at a restaurant, I eat mine on this table. Get on, now" Mingi said an tapped the table. You did as he said, of course, and in a second he softly pushed you on your back, being careful about your head hitting the hard wood. He dragged you almost to the rim of the table, to which he halfway kneeled in front of you.

"Oh- my god" you said as he tightened his grip on your thighs, keeping you still.

"Spread out, babe. Don't be shy, I wanna see and eat every part of you" the tall man whispered. He left a trail of kisses on your thighs and without warning, his right hand went right between your legs. You lightly flinched at his touch, two of his fingers rubbing your wet folds. His fingers were soflty fondling with your cunt, his kisses getting dangerously closer.

"Stay. Still" Mingi said and started eating you out, his tongue hitting all your sweet spots. You started squirming under him, but he had a death grip on your thighs which you thought it would for sure leave marks later. His sharp and perfect nose hit your clit numerous times, sending shivers down your spine. Nails digging in your hips, his tongue traveling your body in ways you never thought you'd get explored.

"N-this feels so good-" you murmured. When he hears those words, the rytym of his tongue got faster and steadier, sending you over the edge. It didn't take long for the heat in your belly to appear and with a few more nibbing at your clit, the knot that formed in your belly unfolded and you came, some strings of silky white liquid dripping on the man's chin as he stood up.

"You taste so good... But I'm not done with you" Mingi said and took his clothes off, leaving only his briefs on. You softly gasped at his size, the girth and length for sure being way more than you could take (your fingers or the vibrator you bought a while ago whatsoever). His right hand went to your neck without warning and pushed you on the table again, laying flat on the surface, while his left hand brought your legs over his hips, lining his cock right to your hole. You were basically already all prepped up from him eating you out so he pushed himself in without warning, getting a loud moan out of your softly rising chest. He stood like that for a moment then started rapidly pounding you, the dining table moving under your weight and his power.

"You look so hot, babe. All flushed for me" he said and bottomed down, your cheeks indeed being rosy red and your forehead sweaty, your head dizzy and your legs trembling. He was still going at it and you could already feel the total opposite sensation you usually feel and that was... your body being overstimulated and overwhelmed by all that's happening. He couldn't care less tho, he had and wanted to take care of his own erection, to which he was ramming into you with a lot of power and steadiness.

Though, he was getting closer and closer. A quiet string of curses was leaving his lips, hips snapping against your pelvis, your legs bringing him closer and locking him inside you. He took that action as a free pass to finish in your cunt and did so, the feeling of being filled all up by your one and only man sending you over the edge and another knot in your belly unveiling... this time you squirted all over you and him, his face forming into a pleased smirk at the view. He fucked you through his orgasm and slowed down.

""Cmon up, easy" Mingi said and helped you stand up on your own, legs trembling and head dizzy. He looked at you contently and hugged you, giving you soft kisses. The closure he showed and gave you right after he was inches deep inside your cunt warmed your body up, cuddling against his bare skin.

"Let's get you washed up. How... was it?" he softly said and guided you to the bathroom.

"I have no words... it was fucking amazing!" you said.

"Up for a 2nd round?" Mingi winked flirtously at the shower.

"Mingi!"

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[lelestarmy]

Changbin x Reader

Warnings: None

{Word Count: 675}

After walking through your front door, shrugging off your jacket, and hanging it on the coat rack by your door. You noticed it was much quieter, a contrast to Changbin's typical liveliness he brings when he is home before you. While you tug off your shoes, trying to notice or pick up on any sounds until you hear the faintest sound of water splashing coming from the direction of your and Changbin's room. You slowly started heading towards the bedroom as quietly as possible when you heard Changbin humming a song.

“Changbin?” you spoke softly as you peeked into your bathroom to find Changbin in your bathtub that looked a little small for him, with his damp purple locks clinging to his forehead when he looked up at you like you had caught him red-handed doing something he wasn’t supposed to. You let out a small chuckle as his cheeks started to flush a pink color while he glanced at you before looking back at the tub.

“What?” Changbin mumbled, a small smile spreading across your lips before stepping back into your room. Slipping out of your clothes, you reached for Changbin's oversized shirt. The soft fabric enveloped you as you pulled it on, drowning in its comforting size. Changbin had finished dressing for bed, towel in hand, as you completed your task. His damp hair ruffled under the cloth. Changbin reclined, his arms outstretched beneath the covers. He waited, expectant, for your familiar embrace as sleep beckoned. The bed welcomed your nightly ritual, a dance of comfort and closeness you both cherished. You nuzzled further into his embrace as you breathed in his body wash while sleep took hold of you.

As morning sunlight seeped through the curtains, you tilted your head, digging deeper into the pillow. Before the sweet aroma of pancakes and eggs filled your nose. You huffed and got out of bed, letting out a small wince when your bare feet hit the cold floor. You stumbled towards the kitchen and found Changbin putting pancakes onto a plate, topping them with strawberries, and serving them with eggs. He placed the two plates of food onto the table along with the two cups filled with orange juice.

You cleaned up after breakfast, washing dishes as Changbin embraced you from behind. His lips traced a tender path along your neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of gentle kisses. The morning routine blended seamlessly with affectionate moments, creating a cozy atmosphere in the kitchen.

You felt his warm hands slide into your back pockets as you stood at the sink. Changbin pulled you close, his chest pressing against your back. His gentle humming harmonized with the sound of running water. You rinsed the last dish and turned off the faucet, letting him guide you toward the living room.

Changbin slipped his hand into yours as you walked into the living room. He led you to the couch, where a blanket was already spread out, and you both sat down together. You snuggled into his side, feeling his warmth and comfort. The morning light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. Changbin selected Han's movie recommendation. As he settled back beside you, your head found its familiar resting place on his shoulder.

While the movie started, you asked, "Isn't this the movie Han suggested last time?" as Changbin pulled you closer, wrapping you up in the throw blanket that was on the back of the couch. "Yeah," Changbin nodded as he rubbed soothing circles on your side under your shirt (his shirt you stole). The opening scenes of the movie played on, and you felt your eyelids growing heavy. Changbin's gentle rubbing on your side made you relax even more. You yawned, and he whispered, "Tired?" in your ear. You nodded, and he adjusted the blanket to keep you cozy. As the movie continued, your eyes drooped, and you drifted off to sleep, lulled by Changbin's soothing touch and the warm morning light.

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[harleehazbinfics]

Home is where my Heart is.

Chapter 7: Stayed Gone Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 1014 A/N: yeah we're going to the singing bits yaaaay. just imagine her voice trying to meld into his and creating this like light airy but enchanting sound on top of his deep and dark tone. cuz yes we love blending and harmonizing in this family. also also alastor will be in bold and miledy in italics and both will be like this for the song. enjoyyyyy (thank you sm transcribers of the wiki id actually die if encoded all of that gshdajsdg)

“This is such a nice day,” I hummed enjoying my tea while Alastor sat opposite of me reading the paper with his coffee and enjoyed the mundane moment together.

Until it wasn’t, as a rocket launches below us. “Come show yourself, Alastor! Come face—oh, there you are. Face my wrath!”

“Who are you?” he jeers enjoying getting on his nerves while I smiled at the two. Al clearly doesn’t dislike him but instead enjoys toying with him, he doesn’t completely shut him down unlike an unpleasant certain someone. I actually find Sir Pentious quite cute how he tries to size Alastor up despite failing several times but he’s got guts I give him that.

“Who am I? Who am I? I am the great Sir Pentious! Inventor! Architect of Destruction! Villain extraodinare!” He announces while the both of us slide within Al’s shadow and appear in front of Charlie and the others.

“Ooh! He’s a bad boy!” Nifty calls as she appears on top of Al’s shoulder.

He takes Nifty and places her in my arms and replies, “Ha, well if all that's true, you'd think I'd have heard of you.”

“I attacked you literally last week,” Sir Pentious replies, only for Alastor to cock his head, “We've done battle, like... 20 times.”

 “Well, you must have been really bad at this,” he teases putting his cane down.

“Silence! Now cower! For when I've ssslain you, the almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal.”

“Ooh! Wait, who are the Vees?” Nifty asks while in my arms.

“Oh, nobody important,” both Al and I respond giving each other a knowing look.

While Al kept beating up the poor lad, I turn my eyes on the drone in the sky noticing the familiar logo on it. A devious smile creeps on my face as I place Nifty on the ground and shot it down with a lance made of water. It falls with a crash conveniently landing on my feet. I crushed it under my heel before turning back to the group.

“Thanks for another forgettable experience,” Al says pleased with himself while he leans on his cane looking down at Sir Pentious.

“Thank you...” he pauses before tearing off a piece of his tailcoat, “for letting your guard down!

“Oh, deer,” I mutter, wide eyed as I watched Al transform into his demon form and makes an explosion that causes the snake to fly off to the distance.

“Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor! Best of luck, chums,” he announces, taking me with him.

“Wait, you're LEAVING?! Alastor! We need your help! We need you to do your job,” Vaggie yells gesturing to the hotel.

“We need a wall,” Angel deadpans pointing at the broken wall.

“Of course! Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?!” he exclaims.

With a snap of his fingers his shadows appear with building equipment. He turns away from the group and takes us to the pentagram. We enjoy a little stroll before getting inside the boutique, he got his suit redone while I looked at the new dress they had on display. I bought a couple dresses that caught my eye and exited the building together, only to be greeted by Vox’s unpleasant face singing on the television. We shared a look and went back to Al’s studio with a smile.

“Salutations! Good to be back on the air,” We greeted in sync blending our voices ever so often creating a seductive distortion.

“Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast.” Al starts off while I finish, “Sinners rejoice!”

“What a dated voice!” Vox yells.

I drape my arms around Al’s neck as he sat back on his seat in an easy going way while keeping the microphone to his face and replies, “Instead of a clout chasing mediocre video podcast.”

“Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that. Is nothing working? Ha ha!” we tease him enjoying the annoyance in his voice.

“IGNORE THEIR CHIRPING!”

“Every day he's got a new format!”

“YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE FUTURE! He's the shit that comes before that!”

“Is Vox as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other Vees!”

“Oh, PLEASE.”

“And here's the sugar on the cream. He asked ME to join this team!”

“Hold on!”

“I said no, and now he's pissy! That's the tea.”

“You old timey PRICK! I'll show you suffering!”

“Uh oh, the TV is buffering!”

“I'LL DESTROY YOOOOU YOU LITTLE—"

His little temper tantrum leads him to short circuit causing the electricity in the entire pentagram to disappear.

“I'm afraid you've lost your signal.”

“Let's begin.” He sings menacingly slowly transforming to his demon form. “Let's begin.” I sang hauntingly on top of his voice, my eyes turn black leaving my glowing blue irises hypnotically.

“I'm gonna make you wish that I stayed gone!” “Tune on in.”

"When I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run!

Oh, this will be fun!"

I laughed in delight, celebrating our wonderful comeback to our radio show. Al gives me smile and stands there quietly enjoying my reaction.

“That was wonderful! We haven’t done that in so long!” I gushed holding onto his hands. “I thought I’d have to wait 200 hundred years to sing with you again.”

He laughs petting my head, “No need for drastic measures, my dear. I’m here to stay.”

I beamed a smile and gave him a brief hug. “I’m guessing you’ll be greeting our new guest,” I asked while fixing his bow.

“But of course! I need to welcome their little toy they reeled in for us,” he smirks, “Have a good rest. I’ll see you later.”

I wave him off before I went back to our room, relaxing in our bed drifting to sleep.

‘Mom! Dad! I found some flowers over here!’

Tears fall down my face as I recall much happier times.

[lixzey]

hii happy birthdayy can you please do

no one's ever had me, not like you !

✨ give me a scenario + character for headcannons! with connor stoll and a daughter of apollo who write songs and plays the piano? tyyy

you are the music in me !

connor stoll x apollo!reader headcannons

a/n: please PLEASE let me know how I did with these 😭 bcs I honestly feel that these are meh 🥲 thank you so much for requesting, my lover!!

• Let me just say that Connor Stoll is completely head over heels for you.

• He thinks that you, his angelic pretty girlfriend, is the most amazing woman in the whole ass world. 

• Not only are you smart and caring, but musically gifted as well (duh, you’re the daughter of apollo, of course you’d be musically gifted—Connor told himself that a million times)

• Connor never really liked music, well, that is until he met you.

• He often says that you stole his heart with your beautiful, harmonic, lovely, angelic voice. (Yes, he is overdramatic.)

• The way you play the piano is the most ethereal thing Connor has ever heard in his life. The way your voice effortlessly blends with each note in perfect harmony, made the son of Hermes actually swoon. 

• He secretly records you play and sing, he is literally your biggest fan. The amount of recordings he has is actually concerning if he wasn’t your boyfriend. Pretty sure he could start a whole recording label because of it. He has a video recorder and a voice recorder on hand every time, it’s honestly so cute!!

• The way your fingers dance over the keys remind him of your gentle touch, the feel of your soft lips against his felt like heaven every time. 

• Connor loves stealing your notes, making you give him a kiss before he’d give it back (well, sometimes he needs more than a kiss before giving you back your journal.)

• LOVES GIVING YOU NICKNAMES!!! like little miss sunshine, daylight, my morning dew, lyric, harmony, symphony, sweet tune, and a shit ton more. Who knew Connor Stoll could be this creative? Hell, sometimes he’d even call you by song titles. Hey, out of my league! Whatcha doin’, fearless? I love you, uptown girl!

• Honey, at this point, every song you wrote is about him. This boy, this menace you love, he is like a poem you wish you wrote! 

• Remember those recordings? Connor loves twirling you around to them as the two of you dance by the docks or anywhere, really. He’d be fine dancing inside of a volcano as long as he’s with you. 

• The way he took the time to memorize you is honestly so cute???? He knows every little quirk and pet peeve you have. You’re this song he has played on repeat in his head at this point.

• Funnily enough, you got Connor to sing, and surprisingly, he has an amazing voice. Jesus Christ, the gods really gave you everything!

• Aside from those recordings he has, Connor loves taking photos of you while you play! His favorites are when the sun sets in the afternoon, casting a soft glow through the window where your ebony upright piano sits. He says you look like an angel with that soft glow.

• Connor has your original songs memorized, like tunes and everything. 

• He brings an extra small notebook and pen in his pocket in case you need it because he knows how hard it is to stop when an idea comes into mind. He hates to see you so bummed out because you forgot a melody or a tune, even a lyric. 

• This boy, despite being able to just steal, saved up money so that he could get you a special necklace for your first anniversary. It was a golden chain with an eighth note pendant with yours and his name engraved on it!

• The two of you love making playlists! Pretty sure he even has a secret wedding playlist because he is just so in love with you. 

• Every time you and Connor get the chance to roam around the city, he makes sure to get you a few records you like!

• If you and Connor were characters in a movie, you’d be Kelsey and Ryan from High School Musical. 

• Musicals? You bet Connor is taking you there on a free night (technically, he’s gonna sneak the two of you out, but it still counts).

• This silly little lover of yours will belt out the entirety of Hamilton with you if you ask him to.

• Travis calls him a simp, and Connor is fucking proud of it.

• Connor Stoll loves and adores  his musical side, aka you <333 

[boringbones]

What type of player are you?

I’m almost never one hundred percent satisfied with my game. When I am satisfied, I start looking for a flaw to "fix." For this reason, and others, I end up not fully enjoying the gameplay. It’s my Achilles' heel. The two images above are an achievement I reached.

Let me explain: In the first image, my game is running at over 100 FPS without any filters (maybe just an SSAO to better harmonize the scene elements and add a bit more depth), while in the second image, my game is running at around 55 FPS but with a ton of filters. Both are in small maps.

I’m always weighing what’s better or worse, constantly balancing things out. On the one hand, I’m proud that I managed to make the game look incredibly beautiful with a single lighting mod that makes it seem like it's full of filters but without the heavy processing load of those filters.

On the other hand, the filters in the second image are applied to my previous lighting mod, which was a bit more "balanced," so to speak. In other words, the elements between the filters and the lighting work more "harmoniously" together.

But when we’re trying to create this ecosystem, we need to think broadly. In other words, if I apply my new lighting mod to the second image, the result will be completely different (which doesn’t necessarily mean better), because I’m designing the neighborhood based on what I see with the filters. If I remove them, it turns into a strange mix.

Meanwhile, the first image was created with this restriction in mind, and it was necessary to harmonize all the elements (meaning recoloring plants and buildings based on what the game was showing me). If a player uses this neighborhood with any lighting mod other than mine... the result will be disappointing.

What I’m trying to say is this: Often, as creators, we strive to present the best and most complete version of our work to the world, and that work depends on a combination of factors to represent the vision we have. These factors involve the colorimetry of the environments (i.e., the colors and textures we apply to buildings), the colorimetry of the plants, terrain, and streets. This means we apply modifications to all these elements based on our vision, and if the player is using any other mod or set of filters, they may never see the same thing. In some cases, this can be good, but in most cases, the result just feels “off.” For example, in the gif below, the filters I’m using are the same, but the lighting mods are different. Both are my mods.

While the first leans toward a softer tone, the second ends up highlighting a green tint (almost like the Matrix). I like both, but I have a preference for the less greenish tone since all the elements in the scene seem to blend better with the environment that was built.

However, see what happens when I show the same neighborhood without the filters. In other words, it wasn't designed to be viewed without them. The colors and textures (even with two different lighting mods) no longer convey the same visual quality with which it was originally envisioned.

Pleasantville carries the quality of having been designed with only the lighting mod in mind, without any filters.

And the result looks charming! I know I’m emphasizing a rather curious point, but what I mean is that building neighborhoods is complicated when we consider all the necessary elements to create harmony within the scenes. When we creators recommend that you use a specific set of mods or filters, it’s not out of vanity, but so that you can see the world we’ve created through the correct lens. Otherwise, what was meant to be a greenish world might look too rocky, and what was supposed to have a nostalgic tone might end up looking like a strange mix of elements.

In the end, the question I ask is: What type of player are you? A player who cares about these little details, or a player who thinks these concerns are irrelevant and do not interfere with their gameplay?

To sum it all up: To achieve the ideal visual, each mod or adjustment needs to be considered as part of a broader ecosystem. It’s not just about adding or removing filters, but about how all the elements (lighting, colors, and mods) interact and harmonize within the scene. By customizing the game to reach this level of quality, we may end up making the experience unsatisfying for those not using the same adjustments. This quest for perfection can be a solitary journey, though it is a fun and laborious one.

[hooked-on-elvis]

"Early Mornin' Rain" (1971-1972) + "Aloha From Hawaii" bonus performance (1973)

Recorded by Elvis Presley on March 15, 1971 at RCA's Studio B in Nashville, Tennessee · First released on the album Elvis Now on February 20, 1972.

RECORDING SESSION Studio Session for RCA March 15, 1971: RCA’s Studio B, Nashville. With a three-album agenda before him, Elvis arrived on the first day of the sessions with a runny nose and aching eyes. Yet he was determined to go ahead, and his enthusiasm seemed inspired by an unlikely source: contemporary folk music. The spate of home taping he’d done during the soundtrack years reveals that Elvis had been tuned in to the folk boom since the mid-’60s, and it was through the sweet harmonies of Peter, Paul and Mary that he was introduced to songwriters like Bob Dylan and Gordon Lightfoot. With Charlie and Red he’d harmonized for hours on songs like “Blowin’ In The Wind” and “500 Miles”; now Elvis had been listening to Peter, Paul and Mary’s interpretations of songs like “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face,” “Early Morning Rain,” “(That’s What You Get) For Lovin’ Me,” and Dylan’s “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right” and “I Shall Be Released.” Eager to work with similar textures himself, Elvis picked up on a suggestion from Charlie Hodge and brought in a male-female quartet, the Nashville Edition, to help on the sessions. The rest of the evening was devoted to Peter, Paul and Mary’s two Gordon Lightfoot numbers, “Early Morning Rain” and “For Lovin’ Me,” both grounded in the same sound: Restrained brushes from Jerry Carrigan’s drums, blended with a simple, effective bass line from Norbert Putnam. “Are you gonna play something with me?” James Burton prodded Chip Young, initiating a friendly duel between the two on acoustic guitar licks. Charlie McCoy (“the fastest harp in the West,” as one of his later solo albums dubbed him) took the solos. Each of the songs was true to its genre, but they lacked the feel the singer brought to any song when he was at his best. Elvis was having trouble. “Give me a Kleenex or something,” he asked Charlie, snorting in every pause, struggling to keep his nose clear and his voice open. After the evening sessions he checked into a Nashville hospital for treatment of what turned out to be secondary glaucoma. Elvis had been having problems with his eyes for the last few years, and no one who watched him record that night was surprised at his hospitalization.

Excerpt: "Elvis Presley, A Life in Music: The Complete Recording Sessions" by Ernst Jorgensen. Foreword by Peter Guralnick (1998)

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"Early Mornin' Rain" PRIOR RECORDINGS AND RELEASES Gordon Lightfoot wrote “Early Morning Rain” in 1964 but only recorded the song himself later, releasing his recording on the 1966 album "Lightfoot."

Before Lightfoot released his own recording, the song was recorded and released in 1965 by Ian and Sylvia, a Canadian songwriting and performing duo. Source: thesongbook.org

Peter, Paul and Mary, also folk revival stars, had a hit with Lightfoot’s song that year, as it reached No. 91 on the Billboard Top 100. Source: thesongbook.org

Peter, Paul & Mary - Live on the "Tonight In Person" Show (1966)

HONORABLE MENTIONS Going to more experimental recordings, more Rock and Roll was put into the tune by the groups The Grateful Dead and We Five. The Grateful Dead recorded the song in 1965 but their recording was only released in 2001 on the album The Golden Road (1965-1973) and again on the album The Birth Of The Dead in 2003. Here's their version:

We Five released their cover still in the 70's on the album Catch The Wind (1970).

ELVIS' VERSION (1972) With Elvis’ version, Gordon Lightfoot’s most famous song features the male-female quartet The Nashville Edition. The studio version was recorded in March 1971 and released almost a year later in February 1972 on the album Elvis Now.

ALOHA FROM HAWAII (1973 — U.S. AIRING) "Early Mornin' Rain" is one of the inserted songs on the Aloha From Hawaii TV special. A live performance of Elvis' 1972 release was specially taped onstage at the H.I.C Arena, Honolulu, Hawaii, following the January 14, 1973 concert, with no audience at the venue anymore. The footage - along with 4 more bonus tracks - was requested for the US airing by NBC (April 4, 1973). In total 5 songs were live performed by Elvis in January 14, 1973 in addition to the concert setlist itself. They were almost all Hawaiian-themed songs taken from the soundtrack album "Blue Hawaii" released in 1961 ("KU-U-I-PO", "Hawaiian Wedding Song", "Blue Hawaii" and "No More") with the exception of one, "Early Mornin' Rain". However when the concert aired in the U.S. on April 4, 1973 (NBC), the live performance of "No More" was left unused while "Early Mornin' Rain" apparently was a definitive track for the American airing of the 1973 Elvis special, for some reason. Director Marty Pasetta used split screens to show Elvis singing (he is alone on screen, no musician was shown behind him as usual for his live performances) while the rest of the screen was completed with scenes filmed in Hawaii - from staged romantic scenes to Hula dancers - showing the peaceful beauty of the island. Below we have the raw footage and then the final edit that aired in the U.S. television post concert.

MUSICIANS: Guitar: James Burton, John Wilkinson, Elvis Presley, Charlie Hodge. Bass: Jerry Scheff. Drums: Ronnie Tutt. Piano: Glen D. Hardin. Vocals: Kathy Westmoreland, The Sweet Inspirations, J.D. Sumner & The Stamps, Joe Guercio and His Orchestra.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Since "No More" was the only other non-Hawaiian-themed song to be taped for the Aloha From Hawaii airing in the U.S., I wonder what made Marty Pasetta decide to chose "Early Mornin' Rain" to complete the final cut of the Aloha special for the U.S. audience. Considering "No More" has the Hawaiian feeling present in its sound, which would make the song fit very well on that TV special and the vibe of the 3 other songs selected as - per say - bonus material, why it was left out? Perhaps it was a request from Elvis? Or either a request from the Colonel Parker and RCA Records, in a try to boost the sales of Elvis' last contemporary album released previously, in 1972, in which that song was released? I haven't read any books specifically about the Aloha From Hawaii yet, so if you happen to know something about the selection of the songs for this extra portion of the Aloha From Hawaii special, please, share it in the comments.

All I know it that I was really happy to see "Early Mornin' Rain" performed live on the Aloha From Hawaii special because I absolutely LOVE Elvis' recording of this song. I think Elvis' cover of that classic Gordon Lightfoot penned-tune remains oddly underrated.

[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 9 - Cat's Out

The secret is out and the tension reaches a boiling point.

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The beautiful symphony of music plays, unlike anything I've heard before. It’s soft but powerful, the notes harmonizing and blending together in the most exquisite way, filling me with a sense of peace. 

I find myself dressed in a beautiful flowing white gown, adorned with tiny diamonds that sparkle under the bright light shining from the crystal chandelier that hangs above us in the empty ballroom. 

The elegant ballroom is filled with exquisite architecture that’s reminiscent of a fairytale. The marbled walls are lined with twisting golden engravings creating elegant designs. The white and gray columns tower over us, unique shapes and symbols carved into the stone. But perhaps the most stunning part of it all is the dynamic renaissance painting across the ceiling. Pastel depictions of angels and the peaceful grace of Heaven clashing against the dark armies of demons and black hounds of Hell. Among all the chaos is the battle of Micheal and Lucifer, the story I study like gospel.

Lucifer wears a matching three piece suit in a pristine white color that brings out the deep red of his eyes. His hair neatly brushed back and the usual blood that splatters his body is scrubbed completely clean.

I must admit, for a man that’s never seemed to care about his appearance before, he sure cleans up nice.

With my hand intertwined in his, we sway together, the click of shoes against the old polished wood echoing around. His extravagant wings flow to the melody and hold me close as we spin in coordinated circles. Our bodies press together, that wonderful electric feeling humming between us, pulling us ever closer. I press my face against his chest, breathing in his enticing smell. 

He rests his head on the top of mine and hums along to the music, occasionally singing a quiet word of Enochian. His hand rests on the small of my back and moves up to caress the feathers of my petite wings.

I suck in a breath of air as he reaches the cusp of my injured wing, wisps of pain surging through me.

With a touch of his fingers, a white light shines through and the wound is instantly healed, the pain fading rapidly and leaving a cool sensation behind.

“What happened my beloved?” He asks, placing a tender kiss on the top of my hair.

Lucifer always seems to know more about me then he lets on, but I play along with his little game regardless.

 “Did Dean do something to you?” He tilts my head to meet his gaze. “I swear to dad, I will make him wish he was never born!” His eyes burn with passion.

“No!” I blurt out. I rest my hand on his chest, trying to calm his sudden temper.

“Are you sure? Because I was really looking forward to finally smiting that petulant bug.” His lips twist into a mischievous smile at the thought.

“Dean didn’t do anything,” My eyes fall to the chestnut wooden floor, avoiding his eye contact. “I did this to myself,” my voice tapers off to a hushed whisper.

“Why?” He asks, his voice dripping with hurt, despite knowing the answer already.

“Because I don’t want to be an angel, Lucifer! I want to be me!” Hot tears brim my eyes, threatening to spill at any second.

“Oh, Darling.” He cups my face in his hands, wrapping his large white wings around us, shielding me from the light that has suddenly become all too bright. “This is your true form. This is who you were always meant to be.” He tenderly kisses my forehead.

I shake my head, utterly conflicted by the rush of emotions. I meet his gaze with wide eyes. The tears break free, racing down my cheeks.

“You are my fathers finest creation.” He wipes my tears away with his thumbs. “I didn’t think it possible that you could be any more beautiful, yet here you are my love,” he coos, running his eyes over every inch of me, admiring me as if I were the forbidden apple in the garden of eden. He pulls me into his warm embrace, the magnetic feeling courses through me, I feel as if I'm floating on a cloud.

“Oh, Luce,” I sigh into his chest.

“We’ll be reunited very soon and you’ll see why it must be this way,” he promises, running his fingers through my delicate feathers.

I close my eyes at the feeling and find myself fading from the realm of dreams.

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The soft murmurs of voices down the hall pulls me out of my peaceful dream that my mind scrambles to hold on to, desperate to return. 

After a minute of resistance, I stretch my arms far above my head and yawn, feeling refreshed after a good night of sleep. Yesterday's events must have really taken a lot out of me. Looking to my left, I notice the messy nest of sheets and pillows where Dean Winchester once slept, holding me in his arms. The memory leaves a soft smile on my face.

I throw the silk sheets off of me and stand from the bed, leaving my comfortable paradise. I grab a flannel off the floor and attempt to put it on, but it gets stuck above my wings, leaving me still completely exposed. I huff and tear at the threads in the back, carelessly ripping open two uneven holes. I constrict my wings into uncomfortable angles and force them through the mangled shirt. This angel business is bound to affect my life in many unforeseen ways.

I step out of my room and tiptoe down the hallway that leads to the library. As I grow nearer, the three familiar voices become more clear. I stop and press my body against the cold tile wall, hiding just out of sight and listen intently to their conversation.

“I’m telling you man, something is seriously wrong,” Dean warns in a hushed volume.

 I can hear him nervously pacing back and forth, his hurried footsteps giving him away.

“You should’ve seen what she was doing to herself! I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“So, what? You think it’s some sort of depression or dysmorphia?” Sam asks in confusion.

“Could be. It’s quite a drastic change,” Dean pauses for a second, “I mean you remember what it felt like losing your angel mojo and becoming human, right?” 

“Yes, it was certainly distressing,” Castiel replies in his usual monotone voice.

“I’m… fine,” I say weakly, interrupting their conversation and stepping into the light. I clutch my hands together, nervously picking at the cuticles of my nails. I try to fold my wings behind my back in a pitiful attempt to hide them, but at this point they’re too large to disguise. I can’t help but feel self conscious as their undivided attention is directed towards me.

“Y/N,” Deans gasps, eyes wide and mouth agape, resembling a deer caught in headlights.

“Um, good morning,” Sam says, his face painted in surprise. His eyes scan over my form, unable to look away from my wilted wings, particularly the mutilated one wrapped in bandages.

“Look, I had to tell them,” Dean admits in shame, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m just worried about you, is all,” his voice drops to a softer, concerned tone. 

“It’s okay Dean,” I assure him, swallowing the betrayal I felt deep down. “But really, I'm fine,” I emphasize the last two words, being sure to get my point across. My eyes flick over to the other men, they look back at me with doubt.

“You should let Sammy take a look at the wound, he’s always been better at this kinda thing than me.” Dean walks to my side, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder and guiding me to sit at the table.

I sink into the chair but sulk away from his touch. As much as I've grown to care for Dean, I can’t help but feel a twinge of resentment. It saddens me that someone I thought I could trust would rat me out so quickly. But I suppose all I was doing is delaying the inevitable, they would have found out one way or another.

Dean pulls his hand back, receiving the message loud and clear.

“Right,” Sam says and stands from his seat. His eyes still locked on my wings, undoubtedly having a difficult time peeling his eyes away. Without another word, he dashes out of the library.

The room goes uncomfortably silent, the awkward tension hanging in the air. 

Dean leans back against the table, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, clearly feeling a sense of guilt. 

I shift uncomfortably in my chair, my arms crossed and mind racing.

Castiel on the other hand, stands attentively on the other side of the table, his stare in my direction unrelenting.

Sam quickly returns with a bottle of whiskey and a small white towel. He pulls a chair out, the obnoxious scrape of wood breaking the silence. He sits across from me and clears his throat.

I frill out my injured wing, stretching it so that Sam may remove the bandage and inspect the wound.

He furrows his brows and carefully unwraps the damaged area. His eyes narrow and the bloody bandage falls to the ground. “It’s… healed?” His face scrunches up in confusion. His soft brown eyes shifting from my wings, back to Dean and Castiel. 

“No, it was right there, I stitched it up myself!” Dean huffs, stepping forward. He hovers over me to get a closer look at the wing, running a finger over the area that was previously mutilated. His expression is a mix of surprise and confusion.

I close my eyes at his touch, doing my best to suppress the blissful feeling that burns in my body. “Hm,” I respond, looking at the perfectly restored wing. I shift it back and forth, the pain completely gone.

Dean throws his hands up, bewildered at my response.

“Hm? That’s all you have to say?” He shouts at me and runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

I shoot a spiteful glare at him, annoyed by his temper.

“It’s possible that her newly found angel grace may have healed the injury overnight,” Castiel chimes in. He steps closer and leans over the table intently, placing his calloused hands on the worn wood.

“It’s not my grace,” I say quietly, my gaze falling to the floor. 

“What the Hell is that supposed to mean?” Dean barks, clearly fed up with the lack of answers.

“Lucifer… he healed me last night in my dream,” I admit, mentally preparing myself for the backlash I have deliberately been avoiding.

“He’s still communicating with you through your dreams?” Sam questions, his tone soft, much more understanding than his brothers. There’s no question that he’s the more compassionate of the two.

“Great! Well that’s just fantastic!” He roars, his voice a mix of sarcasm and anger. He bounds out of the chair and hastily throws a book that was sitting upon the table, in anger. It hits the wall with a crack and falls to the floor, ripped pages fluttering to the ground, landing in a messy pile. “Were you planning on telling us this anytime soon?” His face flushes red in rage and clenches his fists into tight balls.

I shrug, not paying mind to his childish outburst. 

“So, what? You’re buddy buddy with the devil now?!” He yells, taking several steps towards me with no regard for my personal space.

“I NEVER SAID THAT!” I bolt up from my chair. It tips backwards and hits the floor with a loud bang. I look up at him, his face just inches from mine. Our eyes lock in an intense staring contest, waiting for the other to break.

“Alright!” Sam intervenes, stepping between us. “Take a walk!” He snaps at Dean, giving him a light push to the chest.

Dean furrows his brows at Sam and gives me one final resentful glare before turning on his heels and storming out of the room, grumbling angrily to himself on the way out.

I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding in. I close my eyes, getting my emotions under control, something Dean seems incapable of.

Sam takes a seat and runs his hand down his face, stopping to pinch the bridge of his nose, the stress evidently getting to him.

Castiel straightens up and stands still like a statue, looking unphased as usual. The scruffy angel resigns to silence.

“Look,” Sam says, gesturing for me to take the seat next to him. “We’re just a little frustrated you’ve been hiding this stuff from us,” his voice is calm and collected. 

It takes the edge off of my anger and I relax into the back of the chair, the wood digging into my back. “I’m sorry Sam,” I sigh. “I’m just ashamed that he has this hold on me that I just can’t seem to shake. I didn’t want to concern you.”

He nods his head in understanding. “He’s the devil, a master manipulator, and he’s a natural at getting inside people's heads. Trust me, I know,” he chuckles like it’s some sort of inside joke. Sam silently shakes his head, looking as if he’s recalling some distant memories.

“But these things,” I resentfully gesture to my wings. “I’m a full blown freak!”

“You’re not a freak,” Sam states in a stern voice. “I know why you feel that way, but it’s far from the truth Y/N.” He places his large hand on mine that rests upon the table in a friendly gesture.

“Look at me Sam! These things are an abomination,” I retort, hanging my head in shame.

“Your wings are nothing to be ashamed of,” Castiel interjects, breaking his stoic silence.

I lift my head and look in his direction, suddenly reminded of his presence. He had been so quiet and still that I completely forgot he was here at all.

“They’re a sign of beauty and grace,” he assures, his pensive blue eyes meeting mine. “You are beautiful,” he says in full seriousness, his face softening just a little.

I’m seriously taken aback by his words. A compliment is the last thing I'd expect from Castiel, even Sam looks shocked. “Thank you Castiel.” I’m unable to conceal the blush that creeps upon my face.

“Hey Cas,” Sam asks, changing the direction of the conversation. “How come we’re able to see her wings but not yours?” 

“I’m not entirely sure, but it likely has something to do with the fact that Y/N is partially human. Perhaps she is unable to conceal them the same way a natural angel can.”

“Wow, my luck just keeps getting better,” I reply sarcastically.

Castiel tilts his head in confusion. It seems that to some angels, sarcasm is a foreign concept.

“That’s probably why they look like this,” I say bitterly. “Short and stubby. Even my feathers are a rugged mess.”

Castiel frowns at this and Sam gives my hand a light squeeze.

“I mean compared to Lucifer's big majestic wings, these puny things are nothing,” I sigh.

Castiel’s head shoots up, his brows furrowed and face an unreadable expression. “You can see Lucifer’s wings?” He asks, seemingly caught off guard by this.

“Um… yeah?”

He straightens his posture, suddenly looking stiff and worried. His brows furrow and eyes flit back and forth, lost in thought.

“Cas?” Sam questions suspiciously.

“I believe I have a lead.” The sound of ruffling feathers echoes off the walls as he promptly disappears. 

His reaction leaves me with more questions than answers, an uneasy feeling settling in my stomach.

Sam and I look at eachother, exchanging worried glances.

Whether he admits it or not, Castiel is hiding something.

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[thegodthief]

I knew I was dreaming even before I opened my eyes and saw where I was. The texture of the age-polished wood of the pew seemed real enough. The corner of the fabric had been rubbed down to almost nothing by all the hundreds and thousands of people that had placed their right hand here to steady themselves as they stood and turned into the aisle.

No electric lights here. Illumination is by fire as God intended, bitch. But not many candles were burning so there was just enough light for me to see by, but not enough warmth for me to be comfortable in. But you know how it is with cathedrals. High ceilings hold and reflect the warmth from below. This place was never supposed to be empty.

He stood before the altar, on the steps. His robes and adornments glittering in the candlelight. The candles by the altar behind him burned with something other than flame, with something that would burn me as fuel if I got too close.

Something that threatened to do more than warm my brow if I were to yield to it. I raised my hand to my face and felt the offer of heat above it. But the presence did not push, did not cascade over me to sear my senses without effort. I realized I was being given a choice, a rarity.

"So, it's a request, this time. Not an obligation." For all I have done, for all that I have picked up and placed back down, I remember my oaths, I remember what I am bound to. I remember the terms of my agreements.

"Aye." His voice is a blend of clearly heard tenor and clearly felt bass. The kind of voice that would mesmerize me if he were to chant or sing with any shadow of effort. Self-harmonizing, his voice was one of many markers that demonstrated his mastery of self-control and dedication to his cause.

"Then, I decline. Last year almost killed me. I still have a reckoning in three nights, and it will take me more than that to recover should I indulge."

He nodded. In agreement, acceptance, or atonement, I was not sure. But he said nothing to challenge my refusal to step forward. I lowered my hand, but did not move. I kept my right hand on the corner of the pew to steady myself into this place. Perhaps, to anchor myself in this place. Old fears had been kindled anew and I felt like I was within the teeth of a predator's maw.

In a way, I always have been, I suppose. The more I learn, the more I recontextualize what happened before, the more angry I get, the more brilliant I burn in response. I must not yield to wrath. A wrathful person is a handy tool for those with cooler dispositions.

Without words, he inquired why I had not left. Without words, I inquired if he had any further words for me. Without words, we laid bare our regrets about what could have been if only I had the faith to see nothing else.

Without words, I bowed a respectful farewell and held on to the pew to steady myself as I turned to leave.

"Your work is not done." His honey-thick voice curled around my ankles, holding me in mid-turn. "You have made a better place for yourself, but at the cost of blackening thickening the shadows that line the walls. Release them. Or, in the manner of your speaking, unpack your shit."

His voice ceased, and the bindings on me were released. I did not move. I knew of what he spoke. I knew why I had not completed that task. I knew my fears were strengthening in the dark places I had literally stuffed them into.

I knew he had a point, dammit.

I wanted to turn back to him and challenge him about some of those shadows. About the light that created them. About the bargains that were created on my behalf when I was unable to bargain for myself and the terms of those bargains. About a devil with mismatched eyes. But I knew that to turn back to face him was to accept the duty that was still waiting for me to yield and become the vessel for the fire that burns even angels.

I remember that I have a duty to myself first.

"I'll think about it." I gathered my strength into my right hand, still gripping the pew. "But I appreciate the reminder." I complete the turn and face the emptiness where the doors should be. As if I needed further confirmation that I am dreaming.

Behind me, I feel him gesturing at the altar. Something peaceful settles on my shoulder like a shawl. I nod in appreciative thanks and let go of the pew.

I wake up.

[theonevoice]

Mini painting process breakdown

I'm really bad at explaining my mostly-winged-it process, but since a couple of people asked here's a mini-breakdown of what I have been doing on my journey to this pseudo-painterly style:

Disclaimer: I have no formal art training of any kind, I'm guessing my way through this artsy season of my life that just restarted last October; this is merely a general description of what I am doing these days, not a tutorial or a guide to tell anyone what they should do. Anyone has a different process and I am a strong believer in doing whatever works for you, no matter what "The Rules" or other people say.

0. Before I even start drawing, I collect a bazillion reference pictures for every single thing that I plan to represent, from Michael Sheen's face to gold embroidery texture on 1800s extant garments;

1. (undocumented because when I said that I'm bad at this I meant it and sure enough I forgot to grab a screenshot of this step) I establish the general background color and draw a very loose sketch of the character;

2. I switch to a basic hard round brush and free-hand some color blobs to establish the position, general shape and values of the character, using the colors that are already in the background to make sure that the charater "belongs" in that space (tip: if I need to introduce new colors I pick a shade that seems close to what I want, put it on a separate layer, and then lower the opacity of that layer until the background color bleeds through and harmonizes the new shade);

3. I divide the character into smaller bits (face, hand, jacket, sash...) and apply clipping masks to bring the color blobs into reasonable shapes, in this case a left hand (I found that I can fine-tune the shapes at any moment by playing with highlights and deep shadows on the edges);

4. I then switch to an equally basic airbrush for the main rendering, using the color picker tool to blend midtones and highlights/shadows until my shape starts looking 3Dish (this part can be quick or take forever depending on a variety of factors that I honestly cannot explain);

5. I bring down the airbrush size to add finer details that can sell the illusion (here still in progress);

6. (eventually) I add a ton of adjustment layers to make sure that the completed part is consistent with the rest of the image (tip: if there are more bits of the same "family", e.g. skintones, I use the color picker tool to grab the midtones that already exist instead of mixing them ex novo).

That's it, I believe, unless I am forgetting something. Feel free to ask if there is something more specific that you'd like to know!

[rise-my-angel]

I thought Jon and Dany were supposed to be part of like the same prophecy or whatever the song is, they need the dragons to defeat the walkers and that’s basically Jon’s turf. I thought that was the whole ice (Jon) and fire (Dany) stuff. Like they unite for that and after that maybe they go to war with each other??? But I thought they were like key points to the song specifically since they’re both Targaryen. To me it would’ve made sense both appearing in the vision

I was sooo pissed when JON didn’t defeat the night king

I repsect that opinion and I see here that comes from, but I tend to think the song of ice and fire is more complicated then that.

A song is more then two things. There is more then just the lyrics and the music. There is each individual instrument and how they harmonize together, the singing and where that blends, the music itself in how its structured to flow together, or all of this, and how it doesnt work and tears a song apart.

The song is not good or bad, it is the sum of many parts. And what it means I think is more complicated then this and this or this and that. Meaning Jon being ice and Dany being fire is one part of a song, that does not necessairly mean they are the aspects of a song that will work together. They might work against the others goals which leaves the song in tatters.

I do not think the Dragons are any force for good, and I do not think they have a role to play in defeating the Others/White Walkers. I think the Dragons are just like them. The walkers are an extreme force of nature here to tip the balance too far, and dragons as well are the opposite end of that extereme force of nature tipping the balance too far. Again, ice and fire but they did not come together to make a harmony they tear every other aspect of the song apart in their own goals.

I personally do not see Dany as having a role to play in the long night, but some people do. But what is clear, is that Dany is only fire. Whereas Jon is one single man encapsulating both, he is ice and fire without any one else. And I think ice and fire being in one single man, in a fight against ice will too come into play with the fight against fire.

Jon also has always been involved in the long night, and Dany was not in the show UNTIL she met...who? Jon. Jon is the symbol of the long night and he plays a role more then anyone else ever did no matter what they did in the final stretch of the show.

Jon was there from minute one, and he is the one man who is both ice and fire without any other person or thing needed to complete him as a song of ice and fire. He is only one part of the song, but he alone, is the person who is both ice and fire at the same time.

A man of ice and fire, fighting against the ice and who is against the perils of fire. Dany is not even close to what Jon represents in this song, she is only fire, and can only be ice too, if she is involved in Jons story.

Jon did not need anyone else to be ice and fire at the same time.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

unhinged unimportant rant about echo by crusher

long ass post about a song no one care probably, so imma put in under the cut. also these are my unorganized thoughts with no background in music theory/production sorry. however i will encourage you guys to listen to peak music 🗣️🗣️🗣️

the thing with the readmission remix is how much it is changed from the original, especially the format of it. so in the the original version, the format of the song is:

lyrical verse -> pre-chorus -> chorus -> instrumental verse -> bridge -> final chorus -> outro

but in the remix it goes like:

new instrumental verse -> chorus -> instrumental verse -> bridge -> pre-chorus -> final chorus -> outro

the remix completely cuts out the lyrical verse, which i find interesting thematically.

what's the lyrical verse? it's this:

The clock stopped ticking forever ago How long have I been up? I don't know! I can't get a grip, but I can't let go There wasn't anything to hold onto, though

in my opinion, the remix can be seen as either the sequel to the original or a reinterpretation, or maybe it's both - depends on how you see it. the way the original is formatted is that it has a classic traditional song format at first (verse - pre-chorus - chorus) and then it hits you with an instrumental verse. the remix completely messes that up by giving you a whole instrumental verse before the chorus hits and you wonder "wait where's the verse? why are we at the chorus now?". there's not lyrical verse! and the pre-chorus has been moved to the final chorus, which changes the whole vibes and story of the song! interestingly, the pre-chorus is also changed!

the pre-chorus in the original:

Why can't I see? Why can't I see? All the colors that you see? Please can I be? Please can I be? Colorful and free?

the pre-chorus in the remix:

Why can't I see? Why can't I see? All the colors that you see? Please can I be? Please can I be? The echo in the mirror?

i'm of two minds about this. it's either:

a) the "you" here is someone other than the echo. in that case, the original wishes to be "colorful and free" - free from a problem they perceive that makes their life miserable and lifeless. however, i think this interpretation, while valid, is kinda incongruent with the changed lyrics in the remix. so...

b) the "you" here is the echo in the mirror, which also makes sense. if you see the music videos, it's obvious why they're in black and white. the meaning behind the black and white color scheme and theme might be interpreted in different ways too. but it pretty much implies that the echo (from the other side, maybe?) can see colors (also a symbolism for different things depending on interpretation) and that's why the singer is envious of them and yearning for the same abilities.

the bridge is also changed - not lyrics though. in the original, there's this cool delay overlay effect where it seems like there's someone - some voice - is repeating what the singer says. like two beings, one copying another, like an echo. but in the end, the voice finally sings in tandem with the singer, supporting them, before both of them blends into this cacophony of singing voices. it's a really cool choice i think, because it feels like the whole song has been building up to that point where the echo becomes one with the singer. It's about fighting something within you, and you eventually become that thing you wish to fight against. you and the echo are one. at least that's my interpretation of it anyway.

but in the remix, the accompanying voices are gone, and there's only one voice singing. which i take to mean that, in the sense that this is a sequel, that the harmonization/amalgamation has been completed. there's that sense of stability that is free of haunting voices.

additionally, i don't know why but the original version (both music and song) is very much vhs/television coded, with the grain, the noise, the snow, and the vhs sounds. black-and-white can mean the envy of being left behind as a relic of the past, of being stuck in black-and-white while your "echo" - your better version - is moving to color.

(but also the popular interpretation is about bpd and/or did, which i think is also highly valid, considering how the lyrics mirror and resonate with people from the community! "i'm black, then i'm white // no! something isn't right" can be read as that!)

meanwhile, the remix has a distinctly... video game feel to it? the beginning is very glitchcore and noise music in my opinion. also it just sounds like something that would be played in a high-action video game. i think the contrast is what makes me have a specific interpretation for this songs.

the original is about fighting your demons and struggling to maintain your identity. there's waves to this song - the ups and the downs. the instrumental verse is especially interesting especially when you watch the music video. there's the ":)" parts and then there's the ":(" parts. there's that feeling of quickly swinging from one mood to another. of watching other people (the eyes) to see how they perceive you (there's that theme of mirror again). there's the gleeful manic high and the short briefs of unsatisfied lows. the bridge ("i'm gonna burn my house down") feels like this obsessive intrusive thoughts that keep haunting the singer. i feel it's about self-destruction, as the singer slowly gives into the temptation to burn bridges with other people and discard their own safety.

the remix has a consistently manic and high-energy feel to it, as if the singer is enjoying the destruction, maybe of themself and other people also. there are no eyes, only a screen showing many clips playing as if the singer has become the observer instead of the observed. the ":(" are no more in the instrumental verse. as the singer sings in the bridge, there are no voices overlapping with them except for in the end:

I'm gonna burn my house down And never look back (Look back) And n-n-never look back (Look back) And never look back (Look back)

the voices are telling them to "look back", instead of encouraging them to "never look back" like in the original. this is interesting, since i kinda take it as this is not the voice of self-destruction, but of their past self being guilty and wishing to make things different in the past. this melancholic part leads right into the pre-chorus before the final chorus. i would argue that the pre-chorus becomes the emotional low point in the song. there's that envy, that guilt, that longing. but they're unable to act on those feelings, because we're right back to the high-energy music after this.

all in all, very interesting choices all around for the remix.

[spilled-coffee-cup]

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Pairing: NewJeans Danielle x Reader

Warnings: none I think 🤔

Contents: one shot, fluff, kinda idol au & coffee shop au/meet cute (?), A little pining, idol x reader, was written with a fem!reader in mind but can be read as any pronouns.

Notes: it's my first time writing something on here so bare with me, English isn't my first language so if there's anything I should correct kindly do let me know, also I've never been to a fansign event so yeah...that part might not be 100% accurate. 🐇..:¨·.·¨:

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Collage by: @spilled-coffee-cup

Dividers from: @cafekitsune & @benkeibear

The story starts under the cut

✁・・・

The crisp breeze of early fall rustled through the streets as you strolled towards the cozy café nestled on the corner. Leaves of amber and gold swirled in a dance around you, painting the sidewalk with a promise of autumn's arrival.

Your footsteps echoed softly against the pavement as you chatted animatedly on your phone with your friend, Sarah, who had already secured a table inside the café, the anticipation of a cozy catch-up over coffee and pastries lifting your spirits.

With your favorite pastry place in sight, you couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of the upcoming coffee and pastries filling you with anticipation. Sarah's excited voice crackled through your phone,

"Hurry up! I've got us a prime spot by the window. And, trust me, you won't believe who I just saw!"

Your curiosity spiked, and you quickened your pace, approaching the café's entrance.

"Who is it, Sarah? Don't keep me in suspense you know I hate that."

Sarah chuckled, her tone tinged with her usual tease. "Well, you'll know when you see her, I hope you dressed up nice today."

You didn't really understand the implication and infatuation with whatever you're to be wearing today, but luckily for you, you had opted for a comfortable yet stylish ensemble today, one that perfectly captured the casual charm of the fall season.

A soft, oversized sweater in a muted yet vibrant shade of olive draped elegantly over your frame, its cozy embrace providing a subtle warmth against the autumn chill. Beneath, you wore a pair of, dark-washed jeans that hugged your figure just how you liked it.

You chose a delicate silver necklace to adorn your neck, its pendant a small, understated symbol of something dear to you.

Your favorite pair of ankle boots completed the ensemble, their worn leather like material bearing witness to countless stories.

With each step, you moved with a quiet confidence, the rustle of fallen leaves harmonizing with the soft click of your boots against the pavement. It was a look that effortlessly blended comfort with a touch of understated elegance, a reflection of you

The jingling bell above the café's entrance signaled your arrival. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries enveloped you as you scanned the cozy space for Sarah.

Then, it happened. Your eyes locked onto a figure at the counter, and time seemed to slow. Your breath caught, and your heart skipped a beat.

Across the room, stood Danielle, her features illuminated by the soft glow of the pendant lights above, her presence attracting attention effortlessly. She was ordering a latte, her laughter musical as she exchanged words with the barista.

As your gaze remained fixed on her, you couldn't help but feel as though fate had orchestrated this moment.

Danielle's Perspective

The sun's gentle rays filtered through the curtains, painting Danielle's room with a golden hue. She stretched, a sense of anticipation tingling in her veins. Today held a special kind of energy.

Her phone lit up, displaying a message from Hanni🐇🩷, her fellow group member.

"Hey, Dani, remember that café you liked near the company? Mind getting something for all of us when you come?."

Danielle still somewhat half asleep agreed, coffee sounded like the perfect way to kickstart the day. She dressed in comfortable jeans and a soft sweater, opting for a laid-back vibe that matched the cozy atmosphere she anticipated for today.

Arriving at the familiar café, she greeted the barista with a warm smile. Ordering her go-to latte and the drinks for her members, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than a simple caffeine fix.

As she waited, her gaze wandered around the café, taking in the comforting aroma of freshly baked pastries and the low hum of conversations.

Then, it happened. As the door to the café chimed, announcing a new customer, Danielle's gaze momentarily and instinctively flickered towards the entrance.

Her eyes fell on you, and time seemed to stand still. Her heart dared to skip a beat, for there, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the autumn late morning, stood someone who exuded an inexplicable magnetism.

The world around her faded into the background, time seemed to slow. In that stolen moment, Danielle's world momentarily shifted off its axis.

She couldn't help but be captivated by the depth and warmth in those eyes, the kind that spoke of stories untold eagerly waiting for a listener. In that instant, she knew that she couldn't let this encounter be a once forgotten ordinary meeting.

In a blink of an eye you found yourself back in the café. You took a steadying breath, determined to approach the counter and order.

The café bustled with activity, but it all faded into the background. It was as if the two of you were the only people in the room.

Finally the world seemed to regain its normal pace as you tore your gaze away from Danielle's. The intensity of her gaze sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt a subtle but undeniable shift in the atmosphere.

Heart pounding, you approached the counter, trying to maintain your composure. Your voice wavered only slightly as you placed your order, all the while acutely aware of Danielle's presence beside you, warm and inviting.

"Hi Rin, it's good to see you back, I'll have my usual, please, thank you" you managed to say, willing your trembling hands to steady.

The barista efficiently prepared your drink, seemingly oblivious to the charged atmosphere around you.

As you waited for your order, you stole a few discreet glances at Danielle. Her presence was magnetic, and the way she carried herself exuded a quiet confidence that was both captivating and comforting. You couldn't help but let your mind wonder about the events that had led her to this exact café, out of all the cafés in this city why this one?

You bowed politely, but still neither of you said a word, but. It was a moment that seemed to stretch on, suspended in time as you waited patiently.

You were acutely aware of the soft buzz of mundane conversation around you, the soft ambiance of music playing from a speaker somewhere around the establishment, a song that you recognize but couldn't confidently name, the clinking of cups, and the hum of the espresso machine, yet all of it seemed distant and hazy.

With your order ready, you carefully reached for it. Your fingers brushed against Danielle's, since her order was just beside yours.

The touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you couldn't suppress the shiver that raced down your spine, a blush crept across your cheeks. You couldn't resist a shy and somewhat dorky smile. "Oh!, sorry" you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Danielle's eyes twinkled with amusement, and she responded with a soft chuckle. "No need to apologize. It happens," she said, her tone warm and reassuring.

In that fleeting moment, it was as if the universe had been determined for both of you to meet.

With your heart aflutter, you left the counter, but Danielle's gaze lingered, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips.

As you walked back to Sarah's table, you couldn't help but overthink the interaction.

Turning to face your friend Sarah, who you just now realized was observing the entire thing with a playful twinkle in her eye.

"Well, well," Sarah teased, a sly grin playing on her lips. "I see you've made a new friend, haven't you?"

You chuckled nervously, unable to hide the telltale flush on your cheeks. "Shut it, I just made a fool of myself, and it had to be today out of all days!"

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh, come on! I saw the way you two looked at each other. That was like something out of a romance novel!"

You couldn't help but laugh a little, grateful for Sarah's attempt to lighten your embarrassment with a bit of light teasing.

"You're delusional, get some help" you teased back, though the memory of that shared gaze with Danielle lingered in your thoughts, yep that would definitely stick around rest of your day.

The hours had passed in a haze of anticipation and excitement. With your heart still fluttering from earlier at the café, you found yourself standing in line at the venue of NewJeans' fan sign event. The buzz of eager fans filled the air, and the energy was palpable.

As you entered the venue, you couldn't help but marvel at the vibrant atmosphere. Posters and banners adorned with messages of love and support for NewJeans adorned the walls, creating a kaleidoscope of colors.

The line of fans snaked its way towards the long table where the members of NewJeans sat, each one greeting their devoted fans with smiles and kind words. Your heart raced with anticipation as you inched closer to the front of the line.

You couldn't help but glance at the autograph board you had prepared. It featured a striking illustration of New Jeans, meticulously drawn by your own hand, along with heartfelt messages of support for the girls.

The moment of truth drew nearer, and you couldn't deny the butterflies in your stomach. Would Danielle remember you from earlier in the day?, you weren't sure whether you wished she remembered you or not.

With each step forward, your heart beat a little faster. The anticipation built, and you were about to come face to face with the members of NewJeans, including Danielle, once again.

Finally, it was your turn. As you approached the table where the members of NewJeans sat, their smiles radiant and their eyes sparkling with genuine warmth for their fans, you met with each member, exchanging words of admiration and gratitude.

When you finally reached Danielle, there was a moment of recognition in her eyes, and a spark of something passing between you, you would be lying if you deny that it made your heart skip a beat.

"Hi there!" she greeted you, her voice as melodic in person as it was in her songs, a soft smile gracing her lips, her smile was warm and inviting, putting you instantly at ease. "It's wonderful to see you again." her voice carrying a gentle lilt. "What's your name?"

The sight of Danielle, radiant and smiling, filled you with both awe and anticipation. You clutched your album tightly, heart pounding.

You couldn't help but blush at the memory of your earlier meeting. "Hi," you replied, a mix of excitement and shyness in your voice.

At last you managed to find your voice, your heart pounding in your chest, you replied with your name, a mixture of excitement and awe in your tone. "It's great to see you too."

She took the album from your hands, signing it with a graceful flourish. "The pleasure is all mine," she replied sincerely. "Thank you for your support."

As Danielle signed your album, she looked up with a playful glint in her eyes. "So, do you go to coffee shops often, or was today a special occasion?"

You couldn't help but smile at her question. "I'm more of a regular than I'd like to admit" you confessed, "but today was definitely an unexpected highlight."

Danielle's pen paused for a moment, a grin spreading across her face. "I can't help but feel that our paths were meant to cross today. Fate, perhaps?"

You chuckled, the playful banter between you feeling comfortable and natural. "Fate does have a funny way of working, doesn't it?"

She nodded, her gaze locking onto yours. "Well, I'm certainly glad it led me to you."

The sincerity in her voice sent a delightful shiver down your spine. "I'm glad too," you admitted, your heart fluttering.

As the conversation continued, you exchanged light-hearted comments and shared laughter, the connection between you growing with each passing moment. It was a brief encounter in the midst of a bustling event, but it felt like a universe of its own.

As you exchanged a few words with Danielle, the rest of the NewJeans members glanced with playful curiosity, no doubt having heard about the earlier encounter from Danielle.

As the conversation flowed, Danielle skillfully wove in off-handed questions, her curiosity dancing on the edge of something more personal.

"So, are you a fan of any other groups, or am I your one and only?" she asked, a playful twinkle in her eye.

You chuckled, picking up on the hint in her words. "You might just have some competition, but I'll let you guess who."

She grinned, clearly enjoying the playful back-and-forth. "I love a challenge," she replied, her tone laced with a subtle flirtatiousness.

"So, have any special plans for the rest of the day?" Her gaze held a hint of curiosity.

You considered her question, your heart racing. "Actually, I don't have any plans. Just enjoying the rest of my day, I guess."

Danielle's pen traced a playful pattern on the album cover, her smile teasing. "No more coffee shop visits in your immediate future?" She raised an eyebrow.

You couldn't help but laugh. "Well, you never know. Coffee shops tend to have a way of drawing me in."

As Danielle finished signing your album, beside her signature was her Kakao ID, accompanied by a note:

"You're cute, let's get coffee sometime. Text me!! - Dani ❤️"

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as you read the note. With a smile, you looked up to meet Danielle's gaze, finding a mix of hope and anticipation in her eyes

[gladstones-corner]

The Personal Genius: A Deconstruction

Today we'll talk about a critical subject for many Western magicians: the Personal Genius, Holy Guardian Angel, Daimon, or Higher Self (bear with me). 

For sake of generality and consistency, I'll be going with Personal Genius (PG). 

This post will not be a guide to achieving contact with your PG (also known as K&C of the HGA), and more of a guide to what the PG really is. 

Let's start with the common ground. The Personal Genius (PG) is an entity whose primary function is to guide the individual through the mundane and magical triumphs and trials of life. Through consistent contact with the Personal Genius, the individual can self-actualize. This comes with higher knowledge and wisdom. 

This is where the common ground diverges. Magicians debate with others and within themselves about the nature of the PG and what it means for their spiritual practice. Even Crowley's thoughts and beliefs changed over time. 

So, what are the schools of thought regarding the PG? There are infinite shades of nuance, but like most arguments they usually boil down to one of two viewpoints: 

The PG is a non-local (external) entity, or 

The PG is a local (internal) entity. 

In the first case, the PG is rarely seen as a deity in and of themselves. Rather, they are often assigned at birth by a higher deity and follow the individual throughout their lifetime. 

In the second case, the PG is often thought of as some higher aspect of the Self, normally hidden from conscious experience. This perspective makes the PG firmly and entirely local. 

But again, like most arguments it's not that simple. Let me break off into a brief tangent to illustrate a third argument. 

I am panentheistic. I believe that the Monad is both the sum total of everything that is and isn't, while retaining a distinct identity separate from that sum. It's a heady concept, but it's an important premise. 

Many traditions teach that there are components to the experience we call "being". In other words, everything we are is the sum of both the concrete and abstract parts of our selves. Just as the body is made up of organs, so too is our soul a composite (See the Norse parts of the soul for an example). 

Some of these parts of us are closer in nature to the Monad than others. Generally speaking, the more concrete, the further it is from the Monad. Again, a heady concept—after all, wouldn't an implication of relative distance imply that the Monad is more abstract than concrete? I could continue, but that's another post. 

One—or several—of these abstract components form(s) the Link between the Self and the Monad. It is distinct enough from both that it may appear and act as a separate entity, but is actually a bridge between the two. 

On the surface, this looks like a cop-out. "Oh, it's both," I say, but why? 

Remember that the Monad is not just the universe; it is also a discrete being. The Monad is both the observer and the subject. Think of yourself as one of the Monad's subjects and the Monad's distinct identity as the observer. The PG is a blend of both: it connects and harmonizes what would normally be completely separate beings in everyday experience. 

What's the significance of the PG, then? As touched on before, the PG's primary purpose is to guide the individual through their life. In Thelema and some sects of Chaos Magick, this entails the revelation of the individual's True Will. This goes beyond a life's purpose and affects the very core of the individual. 

How does it do this? By leveraging the link to the Monad's omniscience. The PG can speak to you in dreams, through divination, via synchronicities, the list is endless. Legend has it that some people have actually heard or seen their PG as though they were wholly concrete.

How do magicians gain access to their PG? That's a highly individual question; generally speaking it entails a lot of meditation, dream work, ritual, and prayer. But it's worth it. The first time you glimpse the wisdom locked behind the threshold between you and your PG, you don't really forget it. That sense of oneness, of peace and love, it's incomparable.

And it's possible to experience no matter which school of thought you take.

[eremikas-bby]

~Her Little Songbird~

OMG AAAAAAAAA-

I just had a random thought and dammmmmmmm

Mikasa x Singer! Reader is the best thing to ever happen. Just imagine having the impulse to sing and she would have the sparkle of adoration in her eyes, cheering you on!

I headcanon that she can play the piano/ the guitar, so she would put her simple skills to use just to hear your voice blend along with the melodies of each note she plays. (In her free time, she will surely practice to keep up with the piece you're learning.)

She totally would admire how the instruments would accentuate your voice even more, how the emotions of the song's aura is deeply felt with the combination of her playing and your voice, and overall, it's just a mystical and intimate moment...

DONT GET ME STARTED, SHE WILL HELP YOU WARM UP, TOO! It's a must and a responsibility for her cuz she wants to protect her baby's voice :<

She will try to match up the notes your mentor does/ she would research some challenging warm ups, and it will be VERY enjoyable!

An added bonus, she'll make you warm, freshly brewed tea before you get to sing at your recitals. (And also generally, when you just sing. She would buy a whole rack of it for you) [She has the w music rizz 😏]

Besides playing instruments as you sing, she also finds comfort in singing with you for funsies. You guys would sing pieces from the 80's, musicals, anime songs, and pop songs as duets! I could just imagine you, guys singing Burn For You from Brigerton, Put Your Head in My Shoulder by Paul Anka, and A Whole New World from Aladin.

OH HOW SHE WOULD EMPAHSIZE THE PUPPY WORDS AAAAAAAAA DOWN BAD FR OMG IT WOULD MOSTLY BE LIKE:

"Put your lips next to mine, dear~ And she'd smirk at you and giggle as she awkwardly sings the next line [Put your head on my shoulder by paul anka]

You both sing together while you're laying on her chest; She lovingly says, "I'm here, nothing can harm you, My words will warm and calm you.." And she would lightly stroke your hair as you gather some air to sing [All I ask of you from the phantom of the opera]

"I will never fall in love again until I found her." And you receive a tiny boop on the nose as she would pull you in to hug instead of proceeding- [Until I found you by stephen sanchez]

oh god im gay

Sometimes, she would caress you to sleep and hum some of your favorite tunes together,

But yeah! Yall are hopeless romantics for each other so I envision that loved theme songs as a stable. It's also fun to harmonize and play along with the notes of the song.

In conclusion, music bonds you together. She completes you, and you complete her 💗

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A/N: Oh god im lonely. And cringe but anyways, some scenarios for my fellow hopeless romantics :)