#chasing that high forevermore

[seventeendeer]

I once had a dream that I was a smooth rock geode getting sawed into paper-thin slices like a weird crunchy loaf of bread and I swear to christ it was the MOST blissfully relaxing experience I’ve had in my whole life. all the tensions in my body were GONE when I woke up. I recognize and comprehend that I am a living organism in this life and undergoing such a procedure would likely not actually be extremely relaxing on account of the, you know. but on god one fateful day I will be reincarnated as a colorful piece of rock and I WILL have a master craftsman divide and undo me exactly so tenderly and only then will my spirit be at rest. not a promise, but a threat

[marsdql]

Ivy's Grasp ‹🌿›

Pairing: Jake x Reader

Synopsis: Climbing high, it weaves its spell, Beauty born where shadows dwell. Toxic touch, yet hearts adore, Ivy's grasp—forevermore.

Genre/warnings: childhood friends to lovers to enemies to lovers again, toxicity, fluff, angst | wc: 1.1k

𝙈𝙖𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: Inspired ff by Ivy - Frank Ocean !! I don’t know if I like how this turned out…. but I tried. It’s also kinda short so if I need to add a bit more plot, I’ll do it !! | 4 my mootie @nenesz

Jake was a constant in your life, a thread woven into every memory you could recall. You met when you were six, two kids chasing fireflies in the backyard. You were crying over a scraped knee, and he’d crouched down beside you, poking at the wound with a stick.  

“Doesn’t even look that bad,” he said matter-of-factly. “But if you want, I can tell people you got it fighting a bear.”  

You laughed, even though it hurt, and from that moment, Jake was your person.  

Childhood was a blur of scraped knees, whispered secrets, and late-night adventures. Jake was the boy who taught you how to climb trees, who dared you to jump into the creek, who held your hand when you got scared during thunderstorms.  

You didn’t know when it started to feel different—when Jake’s hand brushing yours made your heart race, when his smile lingered in your thoughts longer than it should. But by the time you were sixteen, the shift was undeniable.  

The first time Jake told you he loved you, it was after a long summer day spent at the creek. The two of you were lying in the grass, staring up at the stars, your shoulders brushing.  

“I think I love you,” he said, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.  

You turned your head to look at him, your heart pounding.  

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.  

“I love you,” he said again, louder this time, his eyes searching for yours. “I don’t know when it happened, but I do.”  

You stared at him, the world spinning.  

"I thought that I was dreamin' when you said you love me."

And then, without thinking, you kissed him.  

For a while, it was perfect. You and Jake were inseparable, just like you’d always been, but now there was something more. He held your hand in public, kissed you in the quiet moments, whispered promises in the dark.  

But nothing perfect ever lasts. It started with small things—arguments that felt insignificant at first. Jake wanted to leave your small town, to go to college in the city and chase his dreams. You weren’t sure what you wanted, but the idea of him leaving terrified you.  

“We’ll figure it out,” he told you one night, his voice steady.  

“How?” you asked, your frustration bubbling over. “You’re going to be miles away, living a whole new life. What’s left for me here, Jake?”  

“You don’t have to stay,” he said, his tone defensive. “You could come with me.”  

“And do what?” you snapped. “Watch you live your dream while I get left behind?”  

“That’s not fair,” he said, his jaw clenching. “I’m not leaving you behind.”  

“It feels like you already have,” you said, your voice breaking.  

The fight didn’t end there. Over the next few weeks, the tension between you grew unbearable. Every conversation turned into an argument, every glance felt heavy with unspoken words.  

The night before he left for college, you stood in his driveway, the silence between you deafening.  

“Say something,” he pleaded, his voice raw.  

“What do you want me to say, Jake?” you asked, tears streaming down your face. “That I’m happy for you? That I’m okay with you leaving?”  

“I want you to say you’ll wait for me,” he said, his voice cracking. “That this isn’t the end.”  

“I can’t,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I don’t know how to wait for someone who’s already gone.”  

His face crumpled, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he got into his car and drove away, leaving you standing alone in the dark.  

For years, you told yourself you hated him.  

You hated how he left, how he chased his dreams while you stayed behind, how he didn’t fight harder to make it work. But deep down, you hated yourself more—for not going with him, for not believing in the love you shared.  

"Ooh, I could hate you now  

It's quite alright to hate me now  

But we both know that deep down  

The feeling still deep down is good."

You saw Jake again five years later, at a wedding neither of you wanted to attend. You hadn’t spoken since the night he left, but when he saw you across the room, he froze.  

“Y/N,” he said, his voice soft, hesitant.  

“Jake.” Your tone was colder than you intended, but you didn’t care.  

He looked at you like he wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. Finally, he said, “It’s been a long time.”  

“Not long enough,” you replied, brushing past him.  

But later that night, you found yourself outside, sitting by the edge of the creek where you’d spent so many summers together.  

“You always come here when you’re upset,” Jake said, stepping out of the shadows.  

“I’m not upset,” you lied, refusing to look at him.  

“Then why are you here?” he asked, sitting down beside you.  

You didn’t answer.  

For a while, the two of you sat in silence, the only sound the water rushing over the rocks.  

“I broke your heart,” he said finally, his voice heavy with regret.  

“You did,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.  

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” he said. “Leaving. Giving us both a chance to figure out who we were without each other.”  

“And did you?” you asked, your voice sharp. “Figure out who you were?”  

“I figured out that I’m not me without you,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “I thought leaving would fix things, but it just broke me.”  

You didn’t forgive him that night, but something shifted. Over the next few days, Jake began to show up in your life again—slowly, cautiously, like he was afraid of pushing you too far.  

One night, as you sat together by the creek, he turned to you and said, “I know I broke your heart last week and that i dont deserve another chance, but I’m asking anyway.”  

You looked at him, your heart aching.  

“We’ll never be those kids again,” you said softly.  

“I know,” he said. “But maybe we can be something better.”  

When he kissed you, it wasn’t perfect. It was messy and raw, filled with years of hurt and hope. But it was real, it was comforting, reminding you of the first time you two kissed. “I thought that I was dreamin' when you said you love me. The start of nothin'. I had no chance to prepare, couldn't see you comin'... And we started from nothin'.”

[fumifooms]

Firefly wedding chapter 42 - 43 : Together - With you forever

How are we feeling broskis. These two chapters were an evil rollercoaster I need to talk about them. Thing are looking up…??? But also things are so transparently going to get worse. The outcome is happy in the moment but it’s setting up for failure by promising things that are still too up in the air. Will the red string of fate truly keep them together and for how long. The story’s been ramping up both references to her sickness and future death and to their happy ever after, which! Is very thematic and also terrible for my heart.

We go from sad about the backstory to soothed by the kind gesture to euphoric in the dreamlike flower field scene to scared and dreading to tentatively pleasantly surprised to paranoid "how can this go wrong" to indulging in the happiness of the moment to having sadness like a stone in your stomach.

It starts with some more setting up of their upbringings and weaves some pretty explicit parallels and causal links, and so when Shinpei talks about "only seeing Satoko", we know that his reflex to cling onto one thing hard, as if it’s the only thing he needs for happiness, was born from never having had anything. Going from having nothing to having one something is enough in his mind, but of course that’s not true, we know that, and that wouldn’t go as well as we’d like to think. And this is exactly what the leap between chapter 42 and 43 illustrates, from a high to a low in a blink of an eye, because Satoko couldn’t sate his hunger if he were to only feed on her to fuel his life.

This far he’d been fighting for scraps of attention and hints of affection, even illustrated in how he says "being asked so many questions by you makes me happy" even when the questions are about such sad things.

And then it doubles down with the possessivity and oh we see where this is going. Isolation and jealousy and violence. But this is where the supreme yandere writing enters!! They get to healthily confront it and deal with it, they are able to de-escalate!!! THEY DE-ESCALATED!!!

Firefly Wedding is a lot about balance, about hope vs facing reality, about obsession being bad vs care still being good, about running away from things while confronting others, about it being okay even if it’s a little bad or dishonorable, living in the past vs overthinking the future, leaving the past behind vs giving up on having a future, about compromising your health if it’s for the sake of living fully. About who gets to decide what you should do when and for what, and that counts your family, your lover and yourself too. Who gets to decide if you should die when and how and for what or who, if you’re allowed to cut your own finger for an oath or allowed to marry into a loveless political marriage like shackles, or marry into misery?

Satoko’s expressed it before too, sometimes Shinpei scares her, especially when he gets intense like this. But Satoko’s also had these very same thoughts, even if she has to abandon everything, maybe living on the island with Shinpei for the rest of her life would be better than to fight to get back home. Maybe a little wonderland of just the two of them, like the flower field, like the firefly lake, those unfiltered moments of the world’s beauty and inner peace, forevermore is what she wants. Maybe Shinpei is saying what she craves inside of her but knows herself is unattainable and based on unhealthy grounds, but what she craves nonetheless. The tension is high, how will she react? Push him away? Fold the knee?

But she sees herself reflected in his eye then. And she loves him. She loves him, and that’s why she knows she can’t let this go on. Because she cares about him.

Satoko refuses and we think it’s gonna get even worse. We think oh, the confession plans are so over. It’s gonna become a life or death chase or something now, like the fake-out when Shinpei felt "betrayed" by her and said he’d kill her except now the emotional dams are truly burst open.

LADIES GENTS AND PALS, EVERY ROMANCE’S LAST BOSS!!! COMMUNICATION!!! SUCCESS!!

And in her words you can hear how she’s already planning for her death, caring about how he’ll live after she’s gone. We’ve already had a very harsh wake up call with the mirror scene and it haunts us while reading just as much as it haunts Satoko, it haunts the whole narrative, it haunts the love. She’s doing Shinpei an ultimate selfless kindness with this consideration, reflected again and again in dialogue, also worried when she mentions how he has no attachment to life.

This is the beauty of Firefly Wedding as a yandere story, it’s about an obsessive lover who can’t handle the thought of their significant other not being there and the inevitability of that happening even in the best case scenario. About not delaying the inevitable but basking in the value of it while it’s there regardless, even if flawed even if fleeting. Both of them resigned to their own deaths and finding little worth in their lives, yet still making something out of them and fighting to have them be theirs. Their life, their death.

IT’S! THEM! BOTH!

Living as a zombie vs dying having felt alive.

It’s similar to the "If you don’t have a future then give it to me" -> "Live a good life, if not for yourself then for me" the story has played with before, but reframed once again as we grow one step closer to "if you can’t take care of yourself because you value your life, then maybe take care of yourself because you value your life with me".

So she tells him she loves him and everything is so great for a second before we go oh no. Oh no. Of course. How could I have forgotten. The abandonment issues!! The insecurities and paranoia mixing together into the possessivity soup!! The need for something to be material for it to be real, for it to be externalized to be able to trust it, and oh god he wants her pinky finger-

But the worst is avoided once again. Unlike many other stories of the like, this would have been a moment of full character regression for Shinpei, where all progress is lost and he becomes uncontrollably violent again, but no, there’s a key difference between Shinpei and those others, he cares. He has grown, and every turn for the worst was easily countered by openly talking.

How? It’s all only possible because he’s grown to truly value her words. To trust her. These chapters set up several times the conflict of "I don’t trust you saying good things about me", but that’s a him issue, that’s self-sabotage and self-defense jumping out when his trauma makes him hang onto her words like they’re life or death to him. The conflict is that he doesn’t trust her, but the resolution is that he does tust her.

He’s pitting his faith in her words against his instinctive lifelong fears and worldview beliefs, and her words are winning, because he’s allowing them to. Because he loves and trusts and values and cares about her. Having Satoko in his mind was supposed to make up for all the bad that could and would ever happen to him, the one shred of happiness that made it all worth it. It’d make up for all his past pain and fill the void his trauma left, but instead he fights it head on by himself, it’s his own strength from loving Satoko that fills that void, for his own sake. Love! Wins!

It’s so beautiful to see them learning how to love moment by moment throughout the story.

That’s definitely one of Firefly Wedding’s biggest strength and appeal I think. You can pinpoint in the character’s reaction the moment something clicks in them, the moment they realize something or when an emotion or fear kicks in, when a lesson is learned, all in just expression, body language and composition framing…

And this is our reward.

It is! It is healthier and happier than anything what Shinpei had asked for would have given! It’s getting better, beyond all of our wildest hopes!

Satoko got wet here to protect mere doodles representing her life plans with Shinpei, which isn’t exactly great for her health. Ultimately, on a small scale, risking herself for a very unimportant thing that however symbolizes something very important to her. I’ve had this thought before but it’s interesting to think of how Shinpei is literally bad for Satoko’s heart.

Besides the general stress of her situation or the time she chased after him out in the rain, I wonder if the jumpscares he regularly gives her by being naturally stealthy are physically bad for her… This might be something that won’t happen anymore, now that she has confessed and she isn’t as conscious around him anymore, but in the confession arc let’s call it, it was a very recurring gag. Stress is a natural part of life and can’t be avoided, and trying to extend your lifespan to the theoretical maximum is a risky unsatisfying game, so I’m wondering if that’s true in some ways… It’d go well with the manga’s themes I mentioned earlier, about how even if it isn’t the safest best bet you should embrace and pursue true love, and you should live your life fully and lively without overthinking. Sometimes knowingly potentially shortening your life for things that matter to you is worth it. He makes her heart beat, and is that truly such a bad thing?

Just before this we saw Shinpei give her his hand to help so her feet wouldn’t get wet. He wants to protect her fully, but we’ve seen several times how Satoko is ready to endanger herself for Shinpei, even jumping into the fray to shield him. He wants to protect her, sometimes from himself, because he loves her, but because she loves him she’ll always take the more dangerous path for the chance of him being alive and happy. The both of them lovingly selfless, and their wishes incompatible because of this. To marry or not to marry, how to marry, who to marry, for whose sake? What way to go about it would maximize the other’s happiness and the fullness of their life?

The red string of fate tying their pinkies together forevermore… Something doomed to be undone sooner or later, by circumstance or inadvertance or accident.

Reality crashes back in. Her health, her health, her health.

Reality crashes back in in ripples through the scene, and then one final wave when other characters walk into the new scene with something serious and ominous to discuss. Satoko and Shinpei are in a little make believe world of euphoria right now but the audience dreads for the reality of things. Satoko’s words talk of both living together forever, and of death, of living together forever until the end. Contradictory and irreconcilable you romanticize it into making sense.

The name of the chapter, "with you forever", is an impossible pipe dream of a lie. But that’s what Shinpei is hanging onto, and it’s all that Satoko wants.

And so they fantasize about the future and talk their daydreams into reality, making each other promises about eternal love and house plans, children and celebrations and domestic routines, about a life together they very might never get to have.

[seventhcallisto]

Us forevermore.

Vampire minghao and Junhui, who solemnly swear to share you purely for feeding. But can't help it when they get attached.

You're such an unapologetic human who purposefully bumps into people just to steal their wallets. They can't help but remember that Era of their lives where everywhere they went it was low class, middle class, and high class.

You find yourself robbing from no one in particular. Anyone is available for your greedy fingers. You slip a mans wallet from his designer coat. Junhui watches in silence. When he gives minghao a look, they follow after. Tonights dinner being you.

It's almost the dead of night in a city that never sleeps. Your lively personality is something common amongst the street.

You weave and move throughout groups and couples making out so casually against buildings. Yet your steps never stop skipping. Minghao and Junhei are getting a workout in when you twist and turn, and yet it's almost like you dance when you move.

Strangers call your name so friendly like. You respond back to the chatter. Still weaving through costume clad people. Music blared from all sides of the street. When you turn into an alley, that's when minghao and Jun gain the upper hand.

The moment they turn into that alley, green flies in their face. Money surrounds them. Paper bills fall every which way. You're on the other side, booking it as fast as your heel clad feet will take you.

Jun is the first to catch you. He looks so dapper in the dim alleyway, how'd he get you so fucking fast? his hand on your forearm is threatening. "You caught me!" You laugh.

His eyebrows pull taunt. You're laughing. "Wow, how'd you catch up so fast?" You laugh breathlessly. Minghao shakes whatever dirty money falls on him. Standing besides Jun now.

"Hey, What's a couple of pretty guys like you following me into a dark alley like this? You might get caught." You shake off Juns hand.

That's when they decide you're not just worth a one night drink.

It's solid months of being vampire Junhui and Minghaos blood donor when you realize you can't afford rent anymore.

"You could just move in with us," Jun offers, shades over his eyes to block the afternoon sun, and he's dawn in all black like it's a fancy funeral. Minghao sits on his right, hiding behind him from the cafe window and drenched in black. His turtleneck, though, is appropriate for the fall season. "You guys actually live somewhere?"

That question seems to catch minghaos funny bone. He laughs a genuine laugh. "Were you expecting us to live in a cave?"

Their mansion is so modern in comparison to what you've seen on any type of media description of vampiric homes. They pay for all your things to be placed in the room adjacent to both of their bedrooms. Your stuff hardly fills out the room.

"Wow, you're legit." Your amazed face catches Junhuis fancy. He leans in the doorway, his black shirt pulled taunt to his muscular figure. He's getting hungry watching you prance around and dot on everything in the room.

And when he pulls your wrist to his mouth, locking his jaw onto it. He's satisfied at the pop of flesh when his sharp teeth break through his previous marks. You're sighing in pain, yet gasp when he pulls you forward by your belt loop with his free hand. His hand wraps around your back, his eyes peirce through you, a beautiful dark shade turning red.

Once he's done, his tongue licks up whatever drips from the side of his lips. Maybe, just maybe you're so deranged you pull him into a passionate kiss. It's like he's been waiting for centuries. He's a starved man chasing you as you back up onto the bed, and your lips never break. Blood smears the corner of your own lips.

It's that same night minghao wakes you up in the dead of the night, a common time he feeds. You present your arm to him, beckoning him in. He's gently allowing your sleepy form to lay back whilst he bites above your wrist towards the curve of your elbow. He curves in himself, yet he's still so much bigger than you. His knees hit each side of your hip, trapping you in. "Minghao" you call him with a whisper, he loves when you get like this. So sluggish and so docile while he works his tongue against the wound he created.

"Just a bit more sweetheart" he reassures you, pulling back and kissing right next to the spot his teeth sunk in. Maybe he shouldn't even reassure you, maybe he should be ruthless and feed at his own pace, yet if he were to go any faster he'd cause you immense pain. He doesn't like the idea.

Your free hand curls into his hair, whilst the one being held by his wraps around his wrist. A silent sigh and he's done, licking up whatever drips and kissing your skin ever so gently. "All done" his hand wraps around the marks to hold it down and stop the bleeding. When he goes to pull away you find yourself grabbing him again, pulling him back down into you.

"Stay. Please." you murmur, your glistening eyes blink back at his dark ones. When he takes his place next to you, you're the one initiating, your lips are the most gentle thing he's felt in centuries. A soft sigh passes through his lips at the slow kiss, his hand wraps around your cheek pulling you closer. Even in your dazed state you peck his lips once more before you fall asleep.

Minghao holds you ever so gently throughout the night whilst you tiredly drift in and out of sleep. Although he can't, he wishes what it'd be like to fall into a slumber next to you.

Vampire Minghao And Junhui who don't know how to cook food at all. Whatever you give them fills them up so perfectly like a feast on Christmas. Yet they don't know how to work the damn stove to give back. They stare, so puzzled. When they finally make a simple stack of pancakes and sausage. It's like they're Olympic gold medalists.

"Hi," you greet them in the morning at your door, your hair is a mess on your head, something minghao and jun want to smooth out and kiss back away from your forehead. Jun ushers you back into your ginormous bed, pulling the blankets up and kissing your face in distracting kisses. You laugh so joyously.

"Scoot," minghao tells you both with a grin, laying a tray on your lap. A delicious aroma comes out from under the silver lid placed atop. You can't stop the grumble from your stomach.

"Oh my god," you stare at the platter. It's placed in a way made for a princess. You're the princess in this scenario. Tiny raspberries and fruit chunks are outlined around two thick pancake slices sausages are arranged in a bowtie just under the smiling pancakes. You grin back at it.

Your head falls on Jun, reaching for minghaos hand. "Thank you" you say so genuinely. It takes them a minute to realize their hearts aren't beating out of their chests. A sweet kiss lands on Juns pursed lips, next you reach over the tray and pull minghaos face into your's, another sweet kiss is placed on his cold lips.

Your feast isn't as bad as they kept saying it was gonna be, you're overjoyed and thoroughly stuffed. "We couldn't figure out the stove" Jun admits. You laugh joyously, falling into minghaos shoulder.

Vampire Junhui who thinks about you forever, but is too drawn by the warmth of your human body. You're so pliable and burning against his cold skin. When you shiver, he feels bad. Yet you pull him in closer, sighing contently. So it goes away quickly.

Vampire Minghao who's still scared to initiate any type of touch at the thought of making you cold. He sits the distance away from you on the couch. He can visibly see you pout from the corner of his eye. When you scoot as close as possible into his side and move his arm over your shoulder. He can't help but wrap it around your waist and pull you flush to his chest. Your smile is what gets him, but the bonus is the kiss to his jaw.

Your vampire lovers withstanding the sun because you wanted to go shopping and they're so clingy that they tagged along. They're wearing dark cloaks to cover what they can, whilst they each wear a form fitting turtleneck. You're almost matching, yet they look like models.

You don't spend much thought on it. The women at the counter won't stop staring. The women at the changing room keeps changing outfits so she can catch their eyes, coming out to stand in the mirror and smoothing her hands over her curves whilst staring so pointedly.

You grow more pouty, staring hard at the women, it's not like you can do anything about it. Junhui who so sweetly says "bǎo bèi?" to catch your attention, and minghao who so delicately holds your pinky between his, even if he isn't that far. "Qīn'ài de, What is it?" Minghao says first. "Nothing" you sigh, shaking your head. You clearly push away clothes on the rack.

And when the two give each other a look, observing the room. Obviously something made you upset. Their eyes meet each person, when they finally notice the gawking looks. Realization dawns.

When minghaos hand falls from yours, its like a piece of your heart fell with it. "Be back" he so clearly says. You don't nod like usual. You frustratingly sigh. Junhui follows minghao, announcing the same.

You grow impatient when they're gone longer than normal. But suddenly you glance up. There at the counter is minghao and Jun, laying down.. lingerie...

Oh God, they're making a scene for you. "Could you add the note in, my wife will appreciate it." Minghao says so casually that your heart skips. Your feet gravitate to them. Staring at what they've placed on the counter. "Hey" junhui says, his hand falling around your waist like it was made to sit there. You elbow his side, the only reaction you get is a shit-eating grin.

The lady fumbles with the bag as she shoves it inside, her face grows pinker the minute. You wanna curl over and scream in embarrassment. Minghao snatches the bag from her hand. And slips back on his shades. The second you're outside you smack his chest.

Junhui and Minghao who smile cheek to cheek at a casual two paces behind as you stomp away, mumbling incoherently to yourself. Minghao who fiddles with the bag and the ring box in his pocket.

Vampire Junhui who hardly understands the music you listen to. He does enjoy your voice though. You dance around in the kitchen whilst he sits at the dining table with minghao who types away, replying to emails. Jun turns to his lifelong partner. "When should we ask her?" Minghao glances up for the quickest second to eye your position.

You're moving your shoulder to the bass. His lips quirk. "Maybe next week, after we meet her family"

And when it is next week and you stand outside the warmest café with junhui and minghao waiting for an hour in the blizzarding snow. "He's not coming" you say, dejected.

Your parents cut you off once they figured out your 'hobby'. yet you thought you had your deadbeat brother to atleast come through. You were mistaken.

'Can't make it' the pathetic text says. Yet you laugh at it anyways. "He's not coming" you turn on your heel, although you dressed up nice and pristine. Although you tried to make yourself look like the perfect sister, you really just wished he would show to meet your boyfriends.

You can hear the call of your name, minghao, and Jun jogging up to you. Minghao pulls your wrist, yet you pull away, wiping the tears off your face harshly. "Im so.." You go to yell, shaking your head. The hurt on their face is evident.

"Can we just go home, please?"

Minghao and Junhui, who do their best to make you smile when you're at your lowest. Yet you still feed into their hunger like the angel you are. Two undead men with only beating hearts for you try their best to make you the happiest woman. Showering you with their earned fortune. Feeding you with food they take hours to learn. And kissing you so gently that you wonder if they're the angels sent here to take you.

Your shut-in day for the first snow is the first day you've felt better since your brother ditching you. Junhui struggles as you teach him how to make hot cocoa. Minghao follows his own instructions, concentration on his handsome face.

and maybe because you look so docile, does junhui catch eyes with minghao from behind you. A thought passes between them. "You gotta put the milk first and then the cocoa- jun?" You turn around. Jun pulls open a velvet black box from his pocket, gauging your reaction as he does so.

Your mouth falls open, yet when minghao side steps and pulls out a matching velvet purple. Your tears begin flowing.

"Yes"

A vampiric wedding that's as private as it gets. Only your closest friends and a bunch of Junhui and Minghaos attend. You can immediately tell they're vampires from the wide range of sexy men they are. "Don't stare," minghao teases as you gawk at the photo.

"Sorry, it's just, they're all kinda hot. are all vampires hot?" You laugh, it's such a weird question. Your head bumps against minghaos chest when you lay back. Jun isn't here. He's too busy prepping for getting back from the honeymoon. Minghao lays a kiss on your forehead. "That's such a lookism mentality," he chuckles.

Vampire Jun, who lays peck after peck on your face when you visit him in his office and won't let you leave his lap when you tell him you just visited because you missed him. His arm is wrapped around your front while he writes away on papers and documents. You watch in silence until eventually you're comfortable enough to fall asleep on him.

Vampire minghao, who poses the question to turn you now that you are married. Jun might be the scared one, but he knows what you've said to him the day of the honeymoon curled up under the sheets.

"I want to be your forever." You push a delicate piece of blonde hair away from Juns eye. "I've already told minghao. I know, you get quiet when I say that I love you, but I want you to know I'll never go anywhere without the both of you."

"I do love you"

Your husbands Jun and Minghao, who so gently lay kiss upon kiss on every inch of your body. If you think about it long enough, you can find the specific spot they each love. Minghao in the valley between your breasts and Junhui right on the fat of your thighs.

Your forever lovers who dote on you once they've finally sunken their teeth into you. Remember to leave energy for you to be able to take their poison. And finally, a cup of their blood placed ever so delicately on your lips.

Your forever husbands who've already hung your picture on every corner of the mansion. Who've made sure you know you are a goddess in their eyes.

Your appearance comes naturally, one thing at a time. Yet your husband's loves you nonetheless anyway. Continuing to kiss every inch of skin you've made any comment about. Reminding you: 'A human body isn't perfect, but neither is a vampire one'.

You beg to differ when they're the most beautiful men you've ever seen. They tell you that's how they see you. You get used to the shimmery hue your skin has taken. The way the white of your eyes is brighter than ever. The way your teeth are perfectly white. And the new fangs that you occasionally stab yourself with.

Your first drinking is a whole different story.

A/n: Happy Halloween ! Made with much love and consideration.

[kuroneko1815]

Shatter me with a kiss or spare me my heart

Welcome to another instalment of El’s bedtime stories. This didn’t work and she proceeded to remain awake for another two or three hours. Anyway, this was based on the Descendants 3 song ‘one kiss’ that she sent me, so I guess kind of sleeping beauty. @eloise175 please go to sleep on time, or at least pretend to sleep after I send you a ficlet.

Penelope stared at Callisto, sleeping peacefully and deeply. Too deeply that it was unnerving. One would think he was dead. With the slow breaths he took, his pale countenance, and the slow beat of his heart. She was unused to such a quiet and still Prince. If anything, he was how she often wished him to be when he vexed her so.

‘Twas a curse from one of his enemies, they declared. Though she knew it was none other than his wretched, miserable, shrivelled up old stepmother who had long since chased away the emperor from her bed with her odious looks and personality that had caused this curse.

They all thought their relationship to be false and full of artifice, as though they had only put on a show. But she knew her feelings ran deep, as the saying goes ‘the course of true love never did run smooth’ or something of the sort. And Penelope loved him, loved her handsome, valiant, gentle, magnificently irritating lover of a dragon prince to the very depths of her soul and more. She would kiss him awake if only she knew it would work. If only she had any certainty that he felt even the barest of feelings for her other than amusement and fondness.

If he felt even the tiniest bit the way she had, she would kiss him true and break this curse. For surely her love would be enough to fill up what love lacked from him? But she was afraid to find out, to know, that she was nothing more than a whim and a moment in his life.

Outside those doors she knew Sir Porter waited to see his liege awake. She could walk out and lie, say that it didn’t work and let him sleep on forevermore, let her live with the delusion that he loved her and all she needed to do was gather her courage.

Or she could kiss him now. She could shatter it all, her delusions and her heart and kiss him to put an end to this farce and walk away from him and everything that reminded her of him. Let some other woman try their chance at being his true love, let her kiss be what woke him, her love be what healed the man broken by war and death.

She tried to imagine living her life in that delusion, that uncertainty always looming over her, that what if? Even if she walked away, she would never move on unless she knew. A broken heart she may have after this, she decided as she leaned closer, but at least she would have closure. Let this be the last then. “I love you, Callisto Regulus.” She said as she gathered what love she had in her for him, this insurmountably vast ocean whose depths were untold, fathoms and leagues unmeasured and unexplored, and put it all into one gentle kiss as she let what sadness linger in her eyes and heart, let a tear or two fall as she pulled away from her unresponsive prince.

So that was it then. She straightened herself. “Goodbye.”

And just as she’d walked two steps, a hand reached out and pulled her back, down she fell on to the bed and onto his chest, stunned and dazed as she looked at those piercing red eyes of the man who held her tenderly.

“And where were you to go, Princess?” He asked, voice hoarse from sleep and disuse. It had taken days for her to get the message and rush to his side after all. “I’d not given you permission to leave.”

“Your highness! You’re awake!” She cried happily, arms lacing around his neck. It mattered not that he couldn’t say it. Not yet at least. For she at least knew what he felt for her with the breaking of the curse.

Seriously though, if you have any idea how many plot bunnies, WIPs, and half finished chapters, stories, or instalments I have, you’d understand why I haven’t posted anything big recently. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. Stay healthy and safe everyone.

[scotianostra]

Scottish pop singer/songwriter Dean Ford was born as Thomas McAleese on 5th September 1946 in Airdrie.

You wait all year for a Scottish singer/songwriter to appear, and two come along at once. Dean Ford was one of the most underrated artistes Scotland ever produced.

Tom, as he was still known as back then first began singing in public accompanying a jazz ensemble at the local Whifflet parish church dance hall. He formed his first musical group The Tonebeats at age 13, one of several he hooked up with during his teenage years. By the time he left Clifton High School in Coatbridge at age 15, he had been gaining more exposure as a featured singer. His break came after a performance with the Monarchs at the Barrowland Ballroom in Glasgow in 1963, where he was seen by members of the popular east Glasgow band The Gaylords and subsequently invited to join the group.

McAleese adopted his stage name (a moniker he coined by combining the names Dean Martin and Tennessee Ernie Ford) and The Gaylords were re-christened Dean Ford and the Gaylords. With hopes of achieving more commercial success, Ford and the band relocated to London in 1965. The bands name came from a notorious post war Chicago Gaylords street gang.

Although the band were very popular and despite being crowned ‘Scotland’s Top Group’,they struggled to break through into the big time. The band changed their name in 1966, but although they were well received , they still struggled to make progress, this was despite Jimi Hendrix describing their 1967 song I see the rain, as the 'best cut of 1967, it did however make it to the top of the charts in The Netherlands!

Things started to go their way that year though when they played as Pink Floyds support at London’s Marquee Club, they started mixing it with the likes of The Who, Joe Cocker, Traffic Gene Pitney and The Tremeloes.They still lacked that chart success and CBS threatened to drop the band if they didn’t deliver soon, they famously rejected the song, Everlasting Love in 1967, Love Affair took the song to the top of the charts! Eventually the band had a hit with Lovin’ Things the following year, their follow up fared less well but in 1969 Marmalade became the first Scottish group to ever top that charts with Lennon and McCartney’s Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da.

Marmalade went on to have 8 more top 40 hits over the years, my favourite was written by Ford and band member Junior Campbell, Reflections of My Life. Marmalade continue to show up at these 60’s shows but as far as I am aware none of the original band remain.

Dean lived in Los Angeles for much of his later life, but never forgot his routes, recording and releasing his final album, This Scottish Heart just two months before his death, the album of course having a Scottish theme with tracks like Glasgow Road, Bonnie Mary, Made in Scotland and For MacDougall included in the 30 songs, which also featured a remake of my fave Marmalade song, Reflections of my Life.

In 1998 Dean and Campbell were awarded a Special Citation of Achievement by BMI for attaining radio broadcast performances in excess of one million in the U.S. alone.

Dean, Thomas McAleese passed away suddenly on Hogmanay 2018 in Los Angeles, at the age of 72.

The song is Bonnie Mary by Dean, a song about our tragic queen, Nary Stuart.

We'll remember Bonnie Mary Queen of Scotland and Queen of France All the poets spoke of her great beauty And they say, she loved to dance

She married Darnley and they had a baby Oh, too soon, they took wee James away Then they chased our Mary out of Scotland Never to come back again

So they took a boat across the Solway Stepping on to England's northern shore She wasn't safe with Elizabeth in London Her fate was sealed forevermore

So it was to be, she was held a prisoner For eighteen years They shuttled her around Then one day, she called out to her maker Mary's head fell to the ground

So we remember Bonnie Mary Through it all, her dignity still shows All the poets spoke of her great beauty And our love for Mary grows Oh, oh, our love for Mary grows

[thorongil82]

Till Death Leads Us Away

When he returns to Katolis, he makes sure Sarai's okay. That when Sol Regem burnt to cinders, she remained untouched. And when he begs for forgiveness, he weeps. A waiver every sentence. A sniffle every break. A break every second. And his family hold him close. Chase his blame to ash and flame.

And when she watches she aches. To reach and comfort the one younger than him. The one who has needed to defend his throne. To aid he who has brought their worlds together.

And when she kneels before Sarai, she promises to keep him safe. And in return, if she may ask, please let her mothers know her fate.

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When the war is over, she finds herself before her mothers. She tells them it's all over. That they can truly rest. That no one else should ever have to sacrifice themselves as they did. She tells them how her brother grows. How strong he is. How he's kept her safe and sane. And she quickly brings herself to touch on how well Ezran has kept her on task, to bringing the conflict with Aaravos to an end.

When he arrives to celebrate, he first visits the queens. He pays respects, he thanks their aid, he hopes things could be better. And then, when he could talk of peace, he makes sure to praise their daughter. Her aid to ally, her call to arms, her sass, her wit, her charm.

He knows she's helped him more than he could ask for, and he says he'll help her till forevermore.

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When he comes of age, he already knows the burden of his rule. That his partner had best be prepared to rule. That love must take a back seat. And yet, he confesses to his mother, that welcoming smile across his face. He nearly begs to be able to do as they did, wed for love instead of strength.

And though no name passes his lips, the bow may well have shot.

Opelli's invitations have been sent, and no Queen would dare beset, that the closest of their allies would come of age without their presence. Immediately Aanya declares to go, forgoing her council's stares. She knows just where she needs to be. Katolis is her goal.

And when she arrives, she pays respects, Sarai's graceful smile aimed down. As she vows, knowing full well how, greedy nobles seek to strike.

So though she knows this party's thrown to maybe bring about a partner fair, Aanya'll forgo her ache to truly make sure her close friend's heart is treasured.

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When word reaches him of Neolandia's betrayal, he rises to his feet. Sends word out to Amaya before rushing off to meet his stead. Not caring for the setup rush, he'll march with what he can. To Berylgarten he needs to ride, he aid his friend, his heart is soul.

Katolis cuts through the Mad King's force, breaking through the chain linked frail. Immediately the king seeks her bow, her crown, her ring, her veil. In pushing through, he looks beyond the throne to the lonesome lake. Mayhaps he seeks her mothers' may have seen her living wake.

And when he spies her caked in blood upon the slate, he holds her close, sweeps blood and tears from her face, and wishes he could kiss her till he knows she's lived her fate.

There's too much blood, too little light, the dead tower oh-so high. The seige was swift, vicious and bereft of mercy for their plight. Aanya had prepared, feared every day for vengeance for Kasef's death. Yet peaceful times leave lacking signs of defences wholly held.

Neolandia attacked as swift as they could in strength beyond their means. A swift attack, one strike alight, aimed straight to kill the Queen. They carved their way to the castle gates, the capital besieged. A call sent out, more hope than faith, that aid may come their way.

When Katolis' horn blew out so loud, she could barely hear their call. To busy defending her people's home, she'd been lost to death and war. And only seeing Ezran's crown, coupled with Aihling's fall, could Aanya finally rest, her battle-weary form collapsing into her king's soft grasp.

Beneath her mother's visage, he gently cleaned away the muck, crimson ichor stained her face. She could finally rest within his arms, longing for one last request.

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A final peace brokered between men and elves was born at last by all. Berylgarten's attack the final nail to bring all together as one. Neolandia's collapse, their monitered rule brought peace to human lands, and with the end of this final war elven-kind followed in peaceful bands. As part of this, the border of Duren and Katolis shared a new town, by insistence of the King and Queen new statues would be set aground. The Queens of Duren, the Queen Sarai, measurement of their sacrifice, and by her side, King Harrow's kindly smile completes their hopeful mound.

Despite the incomplete nature of the courtyard, Ezran brings Aanya to this spot. He smiles and laughs as she jokes and scoffs, no rule between them at all. And though Opelli may well kill him for his lack of contemplation, it's in this new home - before their parents, he proposes marriage to her.

She cups his face, kisses him so soft, she whispers yes evermore. And when the town is finished do they wed, beneath their parents' caring looks, a bond forged in sacrifice and love.

[vukovich]

V: video 👀

--I missed this from a prompt game, and now I can't find the prompt list, so it is hereby bequeathed the status of a Peculiar Prompt--

It Happened in a Blockbuster (as was the style at the time)

Y2K was probably all made up, Draco figured as he passed the news stand. The cover stories were nonsense about computers, and those, as far as he could tell, were actually magical.

But it was nothing to worry about. Or that's what Pansy had said when he mentioned it a few months ago. In October? No, September. Had it been that long?

The bell above the video store door jingled as he entered. He'd half-expected it to be closed at 8 PM on New Year's Eve.

After he slid his DVD returns through the slot, he took a deep breath. It always smelled the same. Something like socks, rubber, and artificial butter. The decor was bold blue and yellow, or had been before a decade's sun and slush, and maybe under the shelves, the carpet was still bright.

The clerk gave him a passing wave and went back to his magazine. His name was Terry, but Draco had never addressed him as such, because learning someone's name via their nametag felt illicit. He wouldn't call him by his name unless they'd properly introduced themselves, which they hadn't. And probably wouldn't.

Draco went days at a time without speaking to anyone. Not because he wanted to, it was just that there was rarely someone to talk to.

New releases first, right by the door, but Draco had already watched them. To the right, the children's movies with their covers like sweets boxes. To the left, in tidy alphabetical order, were films that had been in the store for between one and three months, precisely, and then they'd be shelved forevermore by genre and title.

Documentaries were what he rented most, but they weren't his favorite. They were good for when he wanted to feel as though he were sitting in companionable silence with someone. Action films were best for when his thoughts were too loud and needed to be drowned out by car chases and explosions. Romance movies were his favorite, but he was rarely in a state to watch them.

He'd never climb Mt Everest like in a documentary, or take down a rival car thief gang, but love? Unfortunately, love was something he could have, and the fact that he didn't was too much to sit with.

The wedding invitations started coming in like junk mail last year. Draco had tossed them all in his building's dumpster. Not many people had noticed his missing RSVPs.

He didn't need to witness romance in a church or on a television screen. Not if he could help it.

And especially on New Year's Eve. Alone.

He hadn't planned on becoming a film junkie. And maybe he wasn't really. He rarely remembered an actor or producer's name. He couldn't say what was a "bad" film versus a "good" one. Everything he knew about films was subjective. He liked blonde leads, either all romance or no romance, because a romance taking second booking to an action plot was an insult to both.

But having watched most of the local Blockbuster's stock hadn't been in his post-war plans. Well, assuming he'd had post-war plans. Which he didn't. Everyone else did, and they'd gone out and done them.

He thumbed through copies of Muppets from Space to see if one might be an extended edition. It wasn't.

A shorter man took down a copy of Never Been Kissed and turned it over in his hands. Drew Barrymore was one of Draco's least favorite lead actresses, so the fact that she mainly did romantic comedies was just fine by him. If he ever had to sit though her narrating a documentary, he'd-

"Malfoy?" Harry Potter was standing there, holding Drew Barrymore in his hands. "Hey, cool. I didn't know you lived around here."

He reached out to vaguely shake Draco's hand, skirted it into an almost-high five, then smoothed his hair back.

It was surreal seeing him somewhere like this. Arguably a bigger celebrity than anyone on that movie box, but Muggles didn't know. It was no big deal when he ran into Neville in the grocery store, or Granger at the bank. They weren't Harry Potter.

"Yeah," was all Draco said. "On Wilson Ave."

"Okay, well," Harry said, "Um, see you around?"

He waved the movie box as he turned to leave, but only made it a few paces before he stopped.

Draco quirked an eyebrow in question.

Harry bit the inside of his lip, then eventually said, "People talk about you." Before Draco could react, Harry shook his head, then added, "Not like, in a bad way. Like, we check in on you."

Draco's brow furrowed. "What?"

"It just comes up sometimes, you know? Has anyone seen Malfoy lately? How's he doing? What's he up to? You know, just stuff like that."

"Oh," Draco said.

"I just..." Harry smoothed his hair back with the movie box. "I just thought you might like knowing, you know?"

"Oh."

Draco looked down at the geometric patterns in the faded carpet. Did it matter that his classmates kept tabs on him? Like a surveillance web. Some kind of watchful net.

It made a certain warmth spread through his chest, because it did matter.

"Thanks," he said, swallowing thickly. He nodded towards Harry's hand. "That's probably an awful film. You'll have to believe in the kissability of Drew Barrymore."

Harry pulled a face and put it back on the shelf. "Dodged a bullet. Want to help me pick something else out? I'm not in a hurry."

Draco's lips cracked a smile. "Sure."

--

Three days later, he returned Austin Powers: the Spy Who Shagged Me, and took copies of Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery, GoldenEye, License to Kill,and Romeo + Juliet up to the desk.

"Hi, Terry," he said.

Terry rolled his eyes and scanned Draco's Blockbuster card. "You've got a late fee of... " he squinted at the computer monitor. "Two hundred thousand, five hundred, and thirty-seven pounds?"

Draco gasped. That Y2K nonsense really had turned all the computers evil.

--

[georgiapeach30513]

Moodboard Masterlist

Requests and part of a moodboard event. Maybe these will become a one shot/series, and maybe we will just have pretty things to look at.

*Chris Evans*

Andy Barber Big Babies Again A Little Rain Must Fall Looking Thirsty Lost in A Dream Cozy Little Christmas Nasty Naughty Boy* It’s Yours, All Yours* Daddy’s Pride & Joy Loving Me All Night Long

Ari Levinson Play Me A Memory A Lot of Tears Fade Away* The Midnight Hours New Kind of Tension Kiss The Stars* When I’m With You Try & Stop Me Got A Craving For You The Feeling’s Right

Cole Turner Maybe It’s Wrong A Crying Shame You Belong to Me Eyes Like Starlight I Wish I Was Andy The Spike in My Heart* Make Me Worry

Colin Shea Like A Bird in Flight Last Night* The Chance to Be A Hero

Curtis Everett Crazy, Stupid, Out of My Mind Saints & Sinners* Pity The Men Sweet Little Beautiful Make Me Dream of You

Frank Adler The Season Gone When the Night Falls What The Lightning Sees* In The Evening Light Rhythm of Your Heartbeat

Jack O’Malley All There’s Left to Do Every Whisper Knowing It’s Selfish My Own World Perfume on the Shelf Run, Run Rudolph So Peaceful Until Tangled Up Tie Me Up Again Until You Show Me You Know I Like to Touch

Jake Jensen The Love & Tenderness He Is My Song How You Scream My Name*

Jake Wyler Made to Be Mine*

James Mace Warm Up to Me* The King to Your Story

Jimmy Dobyne The Way You Did Last Night* We Drifted Away

Johnny Storm Blurring Truth Sweat Dripping Down Screaming Out Her Name This Hole in My Chest* But The Truth Is No Privacy* Things I Can’t Escape*

Kyle Heavy Into Your Arms Watch & See*

Lloyd Hansen When You Put Your Hands on Me We All Got Needs The Girls Come Easy*

Lucas Lee Keep Coming Back For More*

Matty “Me” My Only Friends Are Pirates*

Mike Weiss When I Crack That Whip* Even If It Hurts Devoted To You Searching Our Hearts

Mr. Freezy In Mysterious Ways* Your Greed Sold Me Out Paid My Dues

Nick Gant The Look in Your Eyes

Nick Vaughan Breath on Me

Paul Diskant Take A Look* Paid My Dues

Ransom Drysdale A Reason Why Begging For Mercy Can’t Hear My Thoughts Choke This Love Fear The Reaper* Forever & Ever I’ve Never Seen No Good At All Let Your Daddy See Never Fallen From Quite This High The Sting of This Pain Too Far Gone The Twisted Way You Think of Me What It’s Like

Ryan Ackerman Losing Your Mind* I’ll Take the Pain

Steve Rogers Forevermore Being Poised Counting Stars A Heart Don’t Forget Just Pull the Trigger* Makes You Yearn Sugar Coated

*Sebastian Stan*

Bucky Barnes Another Time & Place Take the Time* The Shadows of Love

Carter Baizen Sweat Dripping Down

Chase Collins Double Shot of Crown* Serving All This

Dayton White Cause We’re All Alone*

Jefferson Within Your Eyes An Open Page*

Lance Tucker Go Where You Go

Nick Fowler A Dizzy Head & A Grin

Steve Kemp The Devil on Her Team Diamonds in His Watch*

*Charlie Hunnam*

Jax Teller Break All the Rules Down on My Knees

*Jensen Ackles*

Dean Winchester He Offers Me Protection/Soldier Boy*

[draconicfool]

On Love Forevermore

Eros originally met the Elation after years of solitude that drove him to leaving the Xianzhou and his duties as a High Elder. Stir crazy and ready to surrender his life, he was found and smiled upon. Given the gift that was the Truth. If life was a joke, what reason was there to end it prematurely? Why do such a thing when there was so much more to be seen. Warmth to be found.

Warmth that Eros found in the form of love. Whether it was the intention of the Aeon or not, the vidyadhara would latch on to what he had felt as a pure an all consuming love. A love so strong that it could bring one back from the brink, and push others towards it.

To that end, Eros began dedicated his newer life to the pursuit of that joy. Of that love. Eager and desperate to find the feeling again. While there is nothing that he won't do to find it, that doesn't mean that he only knows how to chase such a feeling. His own pursuit of joy is extremely important to him, but not at the cost of others. For this reason, given any voiced disapproval or a show that his 'prey' is uncomfortable, he'll drop it altogether.

[svmmerlove]

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋. twenty six, she/her, august muse b.

❝ august slipped away into a moment in time. ❞

☆ –– (lana condor, she/her, ciswoman) who is GIANNA BURRELL anyways? ew. you don’t know about HER, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling TWENTY SIX and STARGAZING AT MIDNIGHT feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re RESENTFUL and IMPULSIVE because they care, but they’re also OPTIMISTIC and CORDIAL in the best way. SHE work(s) to make a little money as a(n) OWNER OF THE SWEET NOTHING BAKERY. they’ve rented a place on cornelia street in the form of BROWNSTONE 12. AUGUST (B) is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore. 

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 .

full name: gianna linh burrell . pronouns: she/her . nicknames: gia, gigi . hometown: seattle, washington . birthday & age: july 15th, twenty-six . relationship status: single . sexuality: bisexual . occupation: owner/baker of sweet nothing . living in: brownstone apartment 12 .

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 / 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 .

gianna was born and raised in the city of seattle, adopted by her two loving dads, finn & aaron. her days were spent with rain 24/7, trying to enjoy all the simple things in life. it was hard though, with having that constant reminder on her biological mother and father are doing somewhere in the world.

young gia grew up in her middle class family, alongside with her older sibling. her parents signed her up for all different kinds of classes to explore her hobbies: from dancing/ballet, painting/art, piano, cooking, singing, sports… it was the whole package deal. although it was fun while it lasted, it was hard finding something to stick to.

in the heart of her hometown, her dad had his own bakery/coffee shop that was given down from future generations— a place gia had called her second home. there was something so warm and inviting to be in a room that was incased with the scent of brewed coffee and delectable cookies. throughout her high school years, she had spent her days working that gave her experience for the real world.

after graduation, gia went to stay in-state for college, majoring in business management. she was originally lost on what she truly wanted to do; but after growing up along their family business and seeing how it made people happy… she wanted to share that joy too.

when finishing her studies, gianna went on a summer vacation to where she wasn’t expecting to have that much fun. or let alone fall head over heels in love with muse a. it was a simple three months that went by too quick, only for her heart to get broken just right after. although it seemed like just a summer love, she had hope that maybe it would’ve been something more.

it wasn’t that long until gianna had an amazing opportunity to finally chase her own dreams and run her own business. it was a gift from her childhood friend with the help of her parents: her own shop. that’s when gianna packs her bags and leaves off, finding her own place down in cornelia street.

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 .

gianna is very kind-hearted and generous when it comes to anything. each night when sweet nothing closes, she gives any leftover baked goods to the homeless or even a shelter. if she can do one good act, maybe it can inspire others to do the same.

her whole aesthetic revolves around summer and spring! flowy mini pastel dresses, cute wedges, tote bags, flowers in her hair, dainty rose gold/gold jewelry, picnics in centennial park, the whole package! she likes to take advantage of the sunny weather knowing she grew up under the rain.

she hates confrontation. especially with her years of experience with customer service; she tries to own up to her faults. but when it gets a bit too personal, gia could easily snap. and that’s something you don’t want to cross.

her favorite bakery item has to be a pain au chocolat. speaking of, she’d also love to go to paris one day!

she can’t help but wonder what august muse a has been up to. part of her still wants to look for love yet she wants to relive that summer all over again.

gianna is a hopeless romantic. she loves anything about love. she loves hearing stories about love. after seeing how beautiful her own dads story came to be, all she wants is to find a kind of love like that. but she can’t help but be terrified at the same time, knowing that at any moment her heart could just break.

even though she’s focused on her bakery, on the down time she loves making youtube/tiktok vlogs that she decided to start ever since she realized she would be moving down in cornelia street. as silly as it sounds, she has a series called ‘gia in cornelia’.

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 .

give me all the connections pls and ily forever!

best friend / ride or die

mentor / tutor ( could be with music, dance, baking etc. )

wing woman / wing man

former exes to friends

family friend

neighbors

unrequited love

exes

fake significant other

[linklethehistorian]

A Four Letter Word for Dreamers

In the enigmatic morning hours 

When the sun is far from risen 

Yet burns high within the sky

I spend my time in the darkened room

Talking by your side

We shared a past, you and I

Like the one who came before

With crooked frames and battered hearts

Marring the broken wall forevermore  

Perhaps then that is why we find

The desires to speak as we do

To defend the past and safeguard the future

From those who haven’t a clue

Of the hardships that we’ve faced

And the facts that they’ve erased

And the dreams that could be chased

If only they’d understand

I see the light within in your heart

Like a million glowing stars aflame

Like the cherished letters that I write

To send to you not half as often as I ever should

In the dead of the night

Your talent is something perfect

That I watch with stunned amaze

Yet you think you walk within my shadow

For the rest of all your days

Your outlook on your life is bleak

It’s easy to understand why

This world has never been kindest to those 

Who wish not to walk but to fly 

But their opinions will never be right

And our dreams are always worth the fight

And I promise to safeguard your light

So that you can continue to shine

So as we gather together again

In a time that is two times at once

Let us two vagabonds dare to dream

Of a Home where our kind can find hope

Of a world that won’t turn their young dreams to cinder

And I’ll tell you again and again and again

That carnations still bloom in the endless winter

[mavcriick]

INTRODUCING...

☆ –– (tommy martinez, he/him, cis man) who is MAVERICK 'MAV' TORRES anyways ? ew. you don’t know about HIM, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 28 and CREATING WEIRD FOOD COMBINATIONS feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re HYPER-FOCUSED and ODD because they care, but they’re also OPEN-MINDED and LAID-BACK in the best way. he works to make a little money as a PRO-HOCKEY PLAYER. they’ve rented on a place on cornelia street in the form of A BROWNSTONE. SEVEN ( muse b ) is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore. (ooc info: ollie, 25, est, they/them, na. ) ©

HIGHLIGHTS

starting goalie with the new york r.angers but it wasn't the straightest path to get there ; laid-back, open-minded individual... if you catch him outside one of his daily routines ; reflexes like a cat ; lives up to the expectation that "goalies are weird" ; probably eating some disgusting sounding food combo in the kitchen right now.

HISTORY

— the youngest of three ( ariana the eldest now 35, michael the middle child now 31 ), maverick had the choice of what kind of youngest child he was going to be. spoiler : he was the well-behaved youngest sibling.

— born in lansing shortly after his parents' move from new mexico where michael was born —and before that, from venezuela— his parents were the type to chase opportunities. they lived in an apartment there for a little while, before moving out to a small town where his mother was able to get a position to utilize her large animal vet skills. his father, a translator, able to work from the comfort of their home and watch the children.

— they were ushered outside quite a bit, to give their father quiet to work, and in the winter this meant pond hockey with the neighborhood kids. and it is here where mav became a goalie, because everyone knows the youngest sibling is the goalie. — high school was fairly uneventful, with the usual ups and downs. by then, mav had long gotten to be a real goalie with midget and pee wee teams, continuing that love on his high school team. many of his teammates familiar faces.

— graduated high school. got drafted in the 5th round to minnesota. played a year in the ushl (muskegon) not too far from home before heading to brown university ( b.s. pyscholinguistics ). backstopped the bears for 4 full years, before heading off to the iowa wild ( minnesota's ahl affiliate ).

—played a rather mediocre season and a half with the iowa wild, before being traded to the new york r.angers as a piece in a much larger trade. mav wasn't the centerpiece of the trade, rather just an add on after not developing as quickly as the wild had hoped, and another goalie prospect quickly outshining him making him redundant. finished the season with the hartford wolfpack (nyr's ahl team )

— was back with the wolfpack come the next season, though his play saw some improvement, much more consistency and steadiness. he received a few call ups during the first half of the season when minor injuries plagued the tandem, finally receiving his first nhl win. but it was in the final stretch of the season that he was called up again to fill in due to a long-term injury to the starter.

— initially he was only supposed to be a back up, through the rest of the season and during playoffs. it was unlikely he would see much ice time once the regular season ended. he played a few good games in those last couple weeks.

— then playoffs came, and in the first round, he was put in after the other goalie was pulled due to letting in 4 goals in the first, and well — the media says that's truly the moment that mav stole the net and never gave it back.

— his coaches would say he had that potential the whole time, that it was only in the pressure of playoffs that all those great pieces and qualities he possessed to be a great goalie finally came together. the avs made a good run at the cup that year, in large due to consistency in net.

— next training camp, mav came to training camp with a renewed purpose, earning a spot on the team and eventually the starter position as well. mav has yet to give up his net, though he feels far from cemented in it. every training camp brings a new challenge. which brings us to present day...

TIMELINE

2023-24 season, age 28: rangers ( present day ) 2022-23 season, age 27 : rangers 2021-22 season, age 26 : rangers 2020-21 season, age 25 : up and down with the wolfpack, called up before playoffs, lead to a deep playoff run and cemented mav's potential 2019-20 season, age 24 : iowa wild, traded mid season to hartford wolfpack 2018-19 season, age 23 : iowa wild 2017-18 season, age 22 : senior @ brown 2016-17 season, age 21 : junior @ brown 2015-16 season, age 20 : sophomore @ brown 2014-15 season, age 19 : freshman @ brown ( providence, ri ) 2013-14 season, age 18 : ushl season ( muskegon ) 2012-13 season, age 17 : graduated from high school, drafted 5th round ( lansing, mi )

PRESENT DAY

— mav lives in new york during the season. he's usually less present in the summers, preferring to spend them in michigan ( #cottageseason ), but he's presently back in new york with the impending start of the 2023-24 season !! he first moved to new york ( and cornelia street, though he originally lived in a diff building, in the summer of 2021 ).

— currently lives in a lovely brownstone with his childhood best friend, myles, and probably has such an arrangement bc of myles. mav almost didn't get a nyc apartment before that first full year with the rangers, almost scared of getting bounced back and forth again, but ultimately decided even if he only spent part of the time in it, it would be worth it to have some home base rather than living out of a hotel room. but he did think that having a roommate would be a good idea : someone to keep an eye on the place while he was gone ( eg. if he got sent down again ). hence, the roommate ad. he never expected his childhood friend from well over a decade ago to reply, but hey, the universe has a funny way of working. that apartment probably was a bit too small for them, and midway through the season myles was already looking for better options. luckily, a beautiful brownstone in the same neighborhood became available. and that's where they live now having moved in the summer of 2022 !!

— frequents plenty of yoga and pilates classes. he thinks they're fun. will randomly show up for various events and things around the city. one of the many reasons he loves ny is that there's never a shortage of things to do.

— thrives on routine. wakes up at the same time every day, does a short yoga session, does some reflex exercises, wakes his eyes up, makes coffee, reads, eats breakfast. the world isn't going to fall apart if he doesn't do his routine, mav still has a rather level-head about things, the only exception is before games. do not interrupt him ( no matter what he claims to be true in interviews ).

— when not busy with hockey day-to-day mav loves to get out into the city. he participates in various volunteer opportunities from animal shelters to clean ups to helping with youth hockey camps. it's never a dull day.

PERSONALITY

— very laid-back generally. he doesn't like to take things too seriously, though he isn't total goof either. rather open-minded in that he'll try just about anything once ( especially food combinations ) before deciding if he likes it or not. bit of a steadying presence, the calm one in the middle of all the chaos. not much seems to phase him. quick to shake off negative commentary.

— that being said, if he's in the middle of the routine he's VERY hard pressed to break it. luckily, not too many people are awake in the morning to bother him, and his night routine is very simple ( and his game day routine is not currently an issue ). everything in the middle of the day though ?? free game.

— mav does have the tendency to get extremely focused on a single thing. he can get dialed into anything, be it a hockey game ( a very good thing ), cooking, reading, pretty much any task. once he puts his mind to something being done... it will be done. once got really into forging mushrooms.

— loves to figure out how things work : anything from physical objects to people to organizations.

— there are times when mav is thinking about something that he'll get very quiet and almost vacant. he's thinking. don't bother him. — somehow gives off the vibes of someone who has their life together and yet... incredibly boyish. — not reckless. thinks things through surprisingly thoroughly. — not always people's cup of tea, not just because of his odd tendencies, but because he also has an uncanny ability to read people. eyes a little too intense and a little too quiet, at times. chalk it up to his college degree, but mav has almost always been that way, reading people from their behavior and between what's said and not. perhaps that's what makes him a good goalie too.

— to quote lexi brown: "i promise you, the weirdest person on the team is in that net (talking to their posts)"

APPEARANCE

— 6'4", muscular, surprisingly solid for a goalie — jaw length hair, either no facial hair or mild scruff, except during playoffs ofc — style : sweaters, button down, fitted t-shirts, anything soft looking, any color any print esp if it's fun. dark washed / gray / charcoal straight cut jeans or pants, sneakers, chelsea boots. runs quite warm and always seems slightly under-dressed for the weather. — quirks : an ability to look incredibly intense at times especially when he's focused on something, plays with a stress ball ( either using it as intended or tosses it up and down ), does crazy eye exercises sometimes out of the blue, if he's deeply focused he needs to be poked first to get his attention

MISC

— extremely good reflexes. mav can catch just about anything thrown at him no matter what. they're something he needs to keep sharp and one of the most important things he needs to ensure he trains during this long period off from hockey. juggles, regular or with the half dozen off a wall. — loves wacky food combinations. snacks on basically anything as long as it's edible. will regularly make combinations bc he was craving a bunch of different things and "it was more efficient to put them together." thus, the opposite of a picky eater. ( a black hole ?? ) — that being said he is a fairly good cook. knows a lot of family recipes: arepas, corn cakes, chicken soup, rice dishes, coconut desserts, milk cakes, etc. loves genuine spicy hot chocolate. — loves yoga and pilates. flexibility is very important. — constantly jokes that he's a goalie and therefore can't skate very well. — speaks spanish, russian, german, and english — fluent in all, enjoys reading books in their original languages. has somewhat suspect acquisition of korean and mandarin — he's working on it. considers language acquisition one of his hobbies. major was psycholinguistics in college. finds it fascinating how language influences behavior and culture. — definitely a plant dad to many low-maintenance plants — loves a fun block/rooftop party. — "goalies are weird" saying = mav. definitely the type with a very very specific and weird pre-game routine / rituals that simply must be done. always doing some weird shit probably. — has a really good goalie death glare — big proponent of public transit. will take it when given the choice. — does not expect to be recognized most of the time as the rangers' goalie and is always very surprised when he is. similarly, does not always recognize "famous" people. his consumption of media is very skewed and often not focused toward popular media or tabloid type sources. — enjoys sitting on things that were not really made to be sat on : counters, tables, the arms of chairs, the top of his net, etc. — his intro also could have went "assembling ikea furniture feels like a perfect night to them" — can, will, and has slept anywhere — yes his parents are top gun fans hahahah

OOC

hello everyone. it's ollie ( 21+, est, they/them) !! who doesn't love a weird goalie, right ?? please don't hesitate to reach out to me on discord if mav piqued your interest or if you have any ideas !!

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓    𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃    𝐘𝐎𝐔    𝐎𝐅    𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑    𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

𝟎𝟏. Anagata ga Ita Mori - Jyukai

Hopelessly, I walk barefoot in the scorching sunset While stepping on the ruins of a love that fades crimson When I hold out my hand to touch it, I hear your voice Right now the words "I love you" won't reach as the wind carries away my song It disappears far far away If I throw a clock of sand in the high skies, I hear the sounds of that day resounding Scenery that I can't touch again Fades away slowly

𝟎𝟐. Fight For You

Be friendly but cautious You're gonna have to count your losses Easily attracted But dangerous to get distracted I'm drawing circles, don't you know Protect the seed that longs to go To a garden Pardon my territory

𝟎𝟑. I Know I'm a Wolf

Dear rabbit, my legs are getting weak chasing you The snow fields wouldn't seem so big if you knew That this blood on my teeth it is far beyond dry And I've captured you once but I wasn't quite right So I'm telling you that you'll be safe with me. Oh rabbit, my claws are dull now so don't be afraid I could keep you warm as long as you can just try to be brave

𝟎𝟒. Forevermore

Here we lie side by side, now your heart pounds next to mine Our two souls are surely whole now that I have realized It's the way your body sways, it's your voice that calls my name It's your lips, the way they taste and how you look at me And show me… Beautiful… I'll show you wonderful as we share love I'll show you everything that you've ever dreamed of There couldn't possibly be more then this I'm in complete and utter bliss Stay with me…

𝟎𝟓. Cut Me Out

I walk in small steps, not holding back Take time before I react They're waiting for my fall so they can have it all And I'm fine with that 'Cause I've been down that low a lot I know what it's like, but I never forgot The best way to the bottom Is the worst way to the top So cut me out Or cut me open for the last time See if I'm hollow on the inside So cut me out, or cut me open for the last time Is this all we are? Take turns at painful words and scars? If there's any life left deep inside of me I stand tall, you'll fall for anything I stand tall, you'll fall for anything!

TAGGED BY: @erabundus (thanks!)

[scotianostra]

Scottish pop singer/songwriter Dean Ford was born as Thomas McAleese on 5th September 1946 in Airdrie.

You wait all year for a Scottish singer/songwriter to appear, and two come along at once. Dean Ford was one of the most underrated artistes Scotland ever produced.

Tom, as he was still known as back then first began singing in public accompanying a jazz ensemble at the local Whifflet parish church dance hall. He formed his first musical group The Tonebeats at age 13, one of several he hooked up with during his teenage years. By the time he left Clifton High School in Coatbridge at age 15, he had been gaining more exposure as a featured singer. His break came after a performance with the Monarchs at the Barrowland Ballroom in Glasgow in 1963, where he was seen by members of the popular east Glasgow band The Gaylords and subsequently invited to join the group.

McAleese adopted his stage name (a moniker he coined by combining the names Dean Martin and Tennessee Ernie Ford) and The Gaylords were re-christened Dean Ford and the Gaylords. With hopes of achieving more commercial success, Ford and the band relocated to London in 1965. The bands name came from a notorious post war Chicago Gaylords street gang.

Although the band were very popular and despite being crowned ‘Scotland’s Top Group’,they struggled to break through into the big time. The band changed their name in 1966, but although they were well received , they still struggled to make progress, this was despite Jimi Hendrix describing their 1967 song I see the rain, as the 'best cut of 1967, it did however make it to the top of the charts in The Netherlands!

Things started to go their way that year though when they played as Pink Floyds support at London’s Marquee Club, they started mixing it with the likes of The Who, Joe Cocker, Traffic Gene Pitney and The Tremeloes.They still lacked that chart success and CBS threatened to drop the band if they didn’t deliver soon, they famously rejected the song, Everlasting Love in 1967, Love Affair took the song to the top of the charts! Eventually the band had a hit with Lovin’ Things the following year, their follow up fared less well but in 1969 Marmalade became the first Scottish group to ever top that charts with Lennon and McCartney’s Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da.

Marmalade went on to have 8 more top 40 hits over the years, my favourite was written by Ford and band member Junior Campbell, Reflections of My Life. Marmalade continue to show up at these 60’s shows but as far as I am aware none of the original band remain.

Dean lived in Los Angeles for much of his later life, but never forgot his routes, recording and releasing his final album, This Scottish Heart just two months before his death, the album of course having a Scottish theme with tracks like Glasgow Road, Bonnie Mary, Made in Scotland and For MacDougall included in the 30 songs, which also featured a remake of my fave Marmalade song, Reflections of my Life.

In 1998 Dean and Campbell were awarded a Special Citation of Achievement by BMI for attaining radio broadcast performances in excess of one million in the U.S. alone.

Dean, Thomas McAleese passed away suddenly on Hogmanay 2018 in Los Angeles, at the age of 72.

Here's Bonnie Mary by Dean, a song about our tragic queen, Nary Stuart.

We'll remember Bonnie Mary Queen of Scotland and Queen of France All the poets spoke of her great beauty And they say, she loved to dance

She married Darnley and they had a baby Oh, too soon, they took wee James away Then they chased our Mary out of Scotland Never to come back again

So they took a boat across the Solway Stepping on to England's northern shore She wasn't safe with Elizabeth in London Her fate was sealed forevermore

So it was to be, she was held a prisoner For eighteen years They shuttled her around Then one day, she called out to her maker Mary's head fell to the ground

So we remember Bonnie Mary Through it all, her dignity still shows All the poets spoke of her great beauty And our love for Mary grows Oh, oh, our love for Mary grows.

[violettesiren]

When the sun sets over the long blue wave I spring from my couch of rest, And I hurtle and boom over leagues of foam That toss in the weltering west, I pipe a hymn to the headlands high, My comrades forevermore, And I chase the tricksy curls of foam O’er the glimmering sandy shore.

The moon is my friend on clear, white nights When I ripple her silver way, And whistle blithely about the rocks Like an elfin thing at play; But anon I ravin with cloud and mist And wail ‘neath a curdled sky, When the reef snarls yon like a questing beast, And the frightened ships go by.

I scatter the dawn across the sea Like wine of amber flung From a crystal goblet all far and fine Where the morning star is hung; I blow from east and I blow from west Wherever my longing be- The wind of the land is a hindered thing But the ocean wind is free!

Song Of The Sea-Wind by Lucy Maud Montgomery