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you're so fucking welcome to cry in my bathroom. you hear me?
steal the spare key from under the doormat or the key under the shoe rack or the key in the flower vase or the kitchen drawer or my favorite candle-
or steal it right out of my pocket.
(what do you mean why do i have so many house keys? ask this house why it has so many ghosts and why they keep leaving me)
break in at 3 am and make yourself at home
cry in my doorway if you can't make it any further
I'll get out of bed and carry you up. we'll sit on the floor of my tiny dilapidated bath stall, going through the box of shitty make-up I never bought and try to laugh
or throw plastic potted plants out the window onto the rusty pile of baby bikes I never rode if you need to scream and watch something shatter. I'd trade a million styrofoam sunflowers for your laughter
or we'll just curl up in a tight ball and lay in the ancient tub, turn on the shower and weep and wail and sob and shout till we're floating in a salt water ocean
who cares if the tile floor's cold. I've got a dozen fluffy robes hooked on the door. We'll build a soft nest to crash on and a fort to protect us. we'll find the old paperbacks I hid in the the laundry basket and read till the sun rises and sets and explodes.
who cares about those stupid lumps of porcelain plastic. they're ugly and I never wanted them. I think I'd rather have you break them than the world break you.
who cares if the tub's a little rickety and the water's cold and the boiler's old and loud and slow and we'll get soaked to the bone.
I'll hold you till you stop crying. and then I'll hold you after. when you need to come back from where you left to. back to my senior citizen tub in my decrepit water closet in the house you're welcome to. back to me and all my goddamn keys for the same empty lock.
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the-travelling-witch · 11 months ago
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𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌‘𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄
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summary: what kind of music the piercers/tattoo artists of my modern au would listen to
characters: piercer!/tattoo artist! xiao :: scara :: kazuha :: venti :: aether :: heizou
my modern au || genshin masterlist || the playlist
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𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎
melancholic and wistful/dreamy
black over-ears
When he felt like nobody around him understood him, Xiao fell into the comforting embrace of music, listening to artists who sang about the sentiments he kept to himself. It has always helped him express himself with pencil and pen though, letting the graphite tip dance over the paper more smoothly and less hesitantly. To this day, Xiao uses music to block out the world when it all gets too much and familiar tunes help him calm down.
死ぬのがいいわ- fuji kaze, exile- taylor swift/ bon iver, young and beautiful- lana del rey, gales of song- belle, the moon will sing- the crane wives
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𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀
indie rock
grey over-ears
Scara has been heavily influenced by Venti whose music could always be heard throughout their shared flat. While it vexed him at first, soon he found himself nodding along to the melodies, something his roommate noticed and then offered to share a Spotify account until Scara decided to make his own. And, although he’d rather die than admit it, despite how much he loathes his upbringing, he can’t deny that some classic pieces sneaked in between his usual rotation.
shake it out- florence + the machine, allies or enemies- the crane wives, too close- sir chloe , bohemian rhapsody- queen, winter- vivaldi
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𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀
indie, folklore
old school white wired earphones
Kazuha loves to let his spirit rest as he absorbs the feelings artists pour into their music. For him, it’s important that he can connect to the story that’s being told, either through the lyrics or the sentiment the music conveys. He opts for rather calm songs that invite you to relax even if there’s a deeper meaning to the lyrics. Music is a way for him to create his peace of mind when he can’t be out and surrounded by the sound of nature.
feather- sabrina carpenter, cardigan- taylor swift, saw you in a dream- the japanese house, to the mountains- lizzy mcalpine, let’s fall in love for the night- finneas
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𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈
the definition of “listens to every genre” but has a soft spot for deep and tragic lyrics paired with a funky and upbeat sound
both over-ears and earbuds; also has a collection of old wired earphones tangled together (half of them are broken too)
Venti’s Spotify account is working overtime, that app is never closed. As a former band member, he knows how to play a variety of instruments and has tried a lot of styles himself, so he’s very open minded when it comes to new genres. He also absolutely kills it at karaoke nights, even if he’s already a few drinks in. Something might actually be wrong when he’s not nodding or singing along to the music playing in his head or tapping out the beat on whatever surface is closest. In general, handing Venti the aux is a fantastic idea because he can somehow always accurately gauge what music is the right mood for the given situation. He also judges films based on the soundtrack.
夜に駆ける- yoasobi, people watching- conan gray, kingdom dance- alan menken, u- belle/millennium parade, icarus- bastille
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𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑
(80s) rock and metal or pop
rose-gold or white earbuds
For Aether, listening to music is the time he can let his (gorgeous) hair down. While he’s normally busy making sure everyone else is okay and is doing fine, he seldom takes the time to take care of himself. So when he can lean back and turn up the volume, it’s a very welcome breath of fresh air. The deep base and powerful voices help catalyse any feelings that might have built up over time, and, just maybe, the songs and lyrics are familiar from the time he was lost and confused about what his place in the world was. Yet, he can also appreciate the catchy tunes of popular pop songs that get stuck in his head.
killer queen- queen, master of puppets- metallica, one step closer- linkin park, valentine- måneskin, paradise- sophie and the giants/ purple disco machine
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𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔
your local girl group stan
branded earbuds (ahem ahem airpods)
Heizou is a very energetic person and it shows in his music taste. Not only are his playlists full of upbeat kpop girl group bangers, he also knows just about all of the corresponding dances. More often than not, you can hear him humming and whistling along even when he doesn’t have his earbuds in. It’s also a great gateway to interacting with customers; you better believe Heizou is already halfway into a conversation when he catches a glimpse of a photocard.
fancy- twice, eta- newjeans, unforgiven- le sserrafim, queencard- (g)-idle, zimzalabim- red velvet
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defectivefanboy · 2 years ago
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Hello, hello my dear!
I really would like to request something, since you asked for it and hell yes the last episode was a banger. I love your Crimson HCs and I think you captured him really well. But I would like to read some nice HCs about the loveliest Prince of Hell, Stolas himself maybe got a little love interest in a Singer Succubus he met at Ozzies? Maybe she got something alluring to caught his eyes. (I don't mind if there are some nsfw parts)
Best regards
Ciel ♡
yall got me fucked up for saying this again, but still making me want to write the story (especially this request, it's like holding a carrot in front of the horse rn) but I will say my piece. I hope it was just a slip of the mind BUT I DO NOT WRITE FEMALE READER fuck I care if you read my writing, but the more it happens the more I'm pushed to write a cock onto the reader. I did ask for request so im not gonna complain anymore.
I would like to read some nice HCs about the loveliest Prince of Hell, Stolas himself maybe got a little love interest in a Singer Succubus he met at Ozzies? Maybe [REDACTED] got something alluring to caught his eyes. (I don't mind if there are some nsfw parts)
Overall Notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and I don't mind female readers on my blog, I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer fuck off????????????????? ew.
C/W: SFW - NSFW(suggested/mentioned), Lots of song quotes, Suggestive behavior, mentions of alcohol/smoking, platonic flirting from Ozzie/Fizz, reader serves cunt /positive, low-key himbo reader, special guests Ozzie's other faces, I love them,
Notes: All music used and referenced too will be noted at the bottom. I realize I take so long on writing its like bad. I can either do it for hours on end or I have to split it up. Never in-between. Also tell me why I found myself at 1 in the morning listening to bird sounds to try and be accurate.
Sip the Gossip...
Giggles
Hoot hoot boy
my dear beloved
My dear Icarus
Anyways...
Ahem...
He never saw himself coming back to the lust ring after the first time.
Truth be told he hoped it was the last time as well.
But alas he found himself wondering around the ring once more
Stolas wasn't looking for anything when he came to the Lust Ring
Well,,. he was looking for something, more so someone
And that was a meeting with Prince Asmodeus himself
Truth be told, it's not too hard to find the bright and extravagant circus tent like building.
Flashing lights drawing a demon in like a moth to a flame.
Matched with the loud music that reverberated across the ring
Yet, it was a hassle to find the damned three faced demon prince, an even bigger challenge to get a moment with him alone.
And the moment he finally got to talk to him. Just as he was about to ask him to take this somewhere private. Just as he was about to get the words out. Just as he was about to ask for a crysta-
A voice rang out behind him, taking Asmodeus's attention away from a now annoyed owl.
Stolas turned around with a huff, his tail feathers ruffling in irritation, as his entire body puffed up in anger and mock intimidation.
Only to be stopped in his tracks once again as soon as he peered down below.
The soft flick of a heart shaped tail and pointed blacks horns with soft cracks of red running through them entered his view.
A mischievous succubus made their way past him and stood in front of Asmodeus.
The cheeky smile on their face caught Stolas by the tongue as they interacted with the prince of lust.
"Quite popular tonight huh, Oz? It's not too often you work the floor." A snicker came from the succubus as they passed by the goetia without a second glance. Stolas watched as they did a little handshake with the other, before Asmodeus softly placed a hand on their back. "My, my, you're here early~ Looking for some private time with your favorite prince~?" Asmodeus said, his two other faces cooing at the succubus.
A soft blush rose to Stolas's face at the lewd comment as he looked between the two. "You need to pay the dancers before you touch them, big guy." They said with emphasis on their words as they gently pushed his hand off them before turning and looking up to Stolas with a mischievous smile.
"Right, Feathers?"
They left right after their jest
And Stolas was left lapping at his tongue
Asmodeus continued on with their conversation as if nothing happened
Like he didn't just forget what he came here for.
But god. did he know what was gonna make him keep coming back.
And it certainly didn't go unnoticed by Ozzie, who swiftly invited him to tonights show.
Gotta be a good host at the end of the night right?
Residing in a balcony seat, Stolas was left on his own while Asmodeus went backstage to settle some issues.
Stolas fiddled with his phone as he watched the countless tables of couples from up above.
Maybe it was stupid to accept the offer to stay. Maybe he should just go home-
"Bartender~ I really did it the time! Need a couple shots for a good time!"
Oh. He remembers why he's here now.
Soft curious hoots came form him as he peered over the railing watching you talk to guest and other dancers.
You wore a simple black outfit as you leaned against the bar.
He had to stop himself from taking a photo of you covering your face when you laughed at a patron's comment.
The playful smile on your face as you took the drinks brought a small one to his face as well.
It soon took a full on blush when you peered up at him, raising your glass in a cheers to him.
Poor thing didn't know what to do with himself as his brain became a literal bird brain.
Shooting back in his seat he raised a hand raised to cover his face as he broke out into a soft fit of giggles and coo's
you gave a soft smile before walking back behind stage, waving bye to others as you passed by.
Maybe he really did have a thing for red~
Sitting up in his seat he fixed his clothing and feathers as the lights dimmed
"Hello perverts, pervettes, and the freaks who like everything in between~ I hope you are all ready for the show tonight! We have something very special for everyone, me included~"
Stolas remembered him from the last time he was here
The clown's vibrant color scheme and loud persona was hard to forget
As he pranced around the stage announcing tonights agenda, a figure emerged from the curtain behind him
Gaining a bit of courage back he straightened his back and cleared his throat
"Asmodeus, I wanted to ask about that succubus from before if that was alright?"
"I hope it's not to make a formal complaint now. I was just starting to like ya' feathers." A playful voice rang out form behind him
His eyes widened as he softly gulped and turned around in his chair
Stolas was met with a familiar smile that held the same playful tone as their comment.
Instead of the black outfit you had on earlier it looked as if you were there to hang out with him
A pair of comfy pants and oversized hoodie to match, he had to restrain himself from squeezing your face in his hands
With a soft ruffle of his feathers he softly leaned into you with an awkward smile
Making himself smaller, he peered down at the figure before him as he stuttered over his words
"Satans No! No nothing like that. I- uh, I, wanted to ask if you were a worker here?"
"Ooh! You wanted to buy a dance? Well~ you'll have to wait until after the show, but I'll find you after, yeah?"
With the flash of a smile they left as quick as they came and Stolas is left with one thought...
"Oh, I have got to fuck them"
Not too long after they left, the curtains behind him pushed over once again. This time revealing Asmodeus, who had a cheeky grin on his face as he pulled his seat out.
"I hope I didnt keep you waiting too long, now. I had to deal with a few things out back stage." He said as he made himself comfortable next to Stolas. Quick to shake his head Stolas sat up in his chair, dusting himself off a bit as the lights faded to black around them. Spotlights circled around the stage as music slowly built up around them.
The lights slowed and focused on the middle of the curtains that hung at the back of the stage. The curtains flung open and revealed the succubus in a black and red outfit that didn't leave much for Imagination, not that Stolas was complaining. A chorus of la's came from their lips as the lights dimmed around them to a single spotlight.
"Oh baby, baby, have you seen Amy tonight? Is she in the bathroom, is she smoking up outside?" The slowly made their way down the stage, looking at the crowd as they sang the song and made small gestures with their hands.
They made their way to the end the stage, leaning down closer to the guest in the front row. "Oh, baby, baby, does she take a piece of lime for the drink that I'mma buy her? Do you know just what he likes?" Before they said their last line they gave a sly look up to the balcony with a quick wink for walking back down.
"Oh, tell me, have you seen her? 'Cause I'm so, oh I can't get her off of my brain." Each note was staccato at the end, they're danced following along with the words. "I just wanna go to the party she gon' go. Can somebody take me home? Ha, ha, he, he, ha, ha, ho" With a mischievous glint in their eyes they looked at Stolas once more with their words. Whether it be just in jest or in all seriousness, his feathers ruffled at the shiver that made its way down to each of his nerve endings, if demons have them.
"Love me, hate me, say what you want about me But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy" More lights faded in as dancers in cages lowered from the ceiling. More dancers filed through the sea of tables and patrons as the succubus sang the along with the chorus. Each one performing their own dance with another as guest threw money their way.
The extra dancers disappeared once the second verse began, a few male succubus remaining on stage. The ones that remained interacted and touched the succubus as they danced along the stage, pushing them out of their way. Which was a little very enjoyed by Stolas as small hoots of laughter escaped him. "They seem to be livelier tonight, I wonder why~" Asmodeus commented slyly to the another prince while not looking his way. Though his other faces gave him dead away as they stared Stolas dead on, giggling.
With a choked hoot Stolas looked at Asmodeus as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh! Is that so? Well they are quite the... performer?" Stolas said questioning himself at the end, all while Asmodeus laughed at his confusion. "They are, aren't they? Seems they've taken a liking to you. Someones lucky tonight or better yet, getting lucky~" Asmodeus cooed softly leaning towards stolas playfully nudging him with his elbow. Only to laugh when he turned his head and was greeted with stammering and very flustered owl.
Safe to say Ozzie just found the story of the night for Fizzy when he finds him. Such gossip queens.
The song only continued on for a few more moments before the lights fully turned off and the crowd applauded as the dancers exited the stage.
Giving just enough time for Stolas to regain his composure
Or well at least a bit of it
Because the remaining minutes Asmodeus was there
He made it a mission to tease the prince before he had to return to his duties behind stage.
But thank satans Ozzie was called back stage quickly
Stolas didn't think he could take anymore of it
His feathers puffed up and face beat red he was pulled out o this thoughts by a knock
"Hope I didn't make you wait long. Wanted to wash up a bit before I came~."
Stolas let out a high pitched chirp his face flushed once again as he lapped his tongue for words
With a soft laugh you waved him off with your hand as you tried to form words through your giggles.
"I'm kidding! Ozzie said it's fun teasing you, but I think he's probably done enough already."
Before he could say anything you gestured for him to follow you
With a prominent blush on his face Stolas straightened his clothes and quickly got into step with you.
Walking down the hall Stolas thought of what to say as he followed behind you
'Would casual conversation be good? Or maybe a talk over a drink?'
Poor boy was a bit nervous
And it didn't help with each moment you got stopped by a worker or a fan.
Though most were quick small talk, some fans had gained enough courage to ask for a date.
Better yet, they would hop to the point and ask of your number.
Each time they got the same response, each given the same number.
"XXX - 867 - 5309"
With a smile and a wink, you waved them off each time.
'Maybe this was a bad idea' He thought to himself as he watched each demon walk away feeling giddier then the last
With only a few more twist and turns he found himself back stage passing by the other performers dressing rooms.
He took one glance away from you and the moment he turned back you were gone
Stolas only found you when you grabbed his hand and pulled him into a dressing room.
The room seemed still as the bass of the music became dulled behind the walls.
Clothing racks and dressers were scattered around the room as a vanity sat on one end of the room while a couch, a few chairs, and a table sat on the other end.
Knickknacks where randomly placed along the room, making it feel a bit less like the work place and a bit more cozy.
"Sooo, uhm- Was that really your number?" Even Stolas winced at himself for asking.
But it was quickly wiped away with a light laugh from you
you quickly made your way to radio and shuffled through the songs and pressed play
When the music started playing you made your way over to Stolas and quickly grabbed his hands. Pulling him into the middle of the room you danced with him to the music as you started singing along.
"Jenny Jenny who can I turn to? You give me something I can hold on to. I know you'll think I'm like the others before. Who saw your name and number on the wall" Letting go of his hand you twirled around before pointing at him and pretending to sing into a microphone.
"Jenny I've got your number. I need to make you mine. Jenny don't change your number. 867 - 5 3 0 9" As you continued to sing and dance around the room it finally clicked for him. It's a song. You've been quoting a song. A smile broke out on his face when he finally realized.
"You've been giving them a fake number! Won't they notice? They might even know the song-" His rambling was cut off by a hand waving in his face. With a gentle pull of his hand you lead him to the couch in the room. "Are you a cop? Or do you always ask these many questions, feathers?"
"What! Heaven's no I would never-" He was cut off once again, but this time, by a hand cupping his face and leaning closer to him. Enough to ghost your mouth against his as you spoke.
"Good, because I might not be able to justify my next actions~"
Then he never came back after that (im fucking wit yall)
While he doesn't make it to every show and performance.
He CAN be found in your dressing room right after each one.
Well you can honestly find him there most nights your on or in the building.
It' what a good boyfriend does <3
Yes, he was the one to ask what you two 'were' relationship wise
Bby didn't want another game of cat and mouse :(
But that was quickly cleared up with your answer
"Wait, are we not? dating? right now? Would you? like too? date?"
Be glad you're cute. He was ready to make a new ring in hell.
He was very possessive at the start of the relationship.
"Fizzie baby, when did we start ordering stone statues?"
They make wonderful coat and drying racks for the dancers though, so Ozzie doesn't have much to say about it.
"Just don't do it to any high bidders okay~"
stolas did apologize though, hes too much of a good boy not too
But there's always one thing he's glad about.
Stolas's day is filled with tedious and idiotic duties and task he has to complete.
But as soon as night begins to set in Hell, a new energy fills him as he runs around his room getting ready.
The one thing he is glad about is that he can always find you in the same place every night.
Be it the fact you're a dancer within the prestigious club, it was basically your job in a sense, you were always able to catch his eye off first glance.
Never more then a few glances away, soon only a few steps as he was the one now to pull you back stage.
What? Asmodeus said he was allowed too, as long as he put money in his pockets.
Make his pockets hurt, and make them hurt good - Ozzie, 2023
Your biggest supporter ever. It started off with simple five, tens, and twenties. Then it escalated to fifties and one hundreds. Soon he was throwing hand fulls of diamonds on the stage.
Which he was promptly yelled at for by Ozzie.
But after each set he's right back stage giving you hugs and kisses.
Not that your complaining much
Having your demon prince waiting for you, watching over you, and only you was an amazing gift after each performance.
He also helps ward off creeps from interacting with you often.
Were you a bit surprised when you saw his true form? Yes. Did you also fuck him in it after? Also yes, a few times. Never knew how much tension that form has. No worries his pretty little succubus is there to help him through it all~
But to be honest, I think he's always more soft than horny.
He's always bundled up in your dressing room, all cozied up on the couch as he has a movie or show paused.
Such a cuddle bug he is <3
And for the fact he comes here so often. bro might as well just work there
That the balcony seat he first sat in with Asmodeus was now a personal booth for him whenever he came
Nothing but the best for his beloved~
Only the best for his canary <3
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Songs used in the story ╮
Bartender song (Sittin' at a Bar) - You favorite martian covee | If U seek Amy - Brittany Spears | 867 - 5309 (Jenny's number) - Tommy Tutone
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floodonthefloor · 3 months ago
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'there you go again' chapter 7
She watches Rhaenyra sleep and thinks about the lives they’ve lived apart from each other; how, when they lived their lives together, Alicent used to think that it was all worth the effort— the hours spent in school, the hours spent crying about their failures, their parents— so long as her and Rhaenyra would get to run beside each other sometimes. Rhaenyra’s chest falls up and down and Alicent thinks of Icarus, the sun, his wings built by his father. How his father only wanted for them to escape the confines he’d created with his own hands. How his father had warned Icarus not to fly too close to the sea or to the sun. Take the course I show you, Daedalus said. But Icarus was young, and all he could see was the whimsy of the feathers, the giddiness of flight, and Daedalus saw it— he saw that naivety—but he had no choice but to hope Icarus would heed his warning, for they had to escape. It wasn’t until he found the body of his son— floating amidst feathers in the ocean— that Daedalus would realize his desperation to escape had been greater than his fear of them falling. Alicent kneels beside Rhaenyra’s sleeping figure, gingerly touches a hand to her face. Rhaenyra stirs only slightly. “Sleep well, darling,” she whispers, and after a pause, Alicent presses a kiss to Rhaenyra’s forehead. When she gets home, she can barely sleep. Alicent can only think about what it must have felt like— Icarus, feeling his feathers fall one by one, the wax melting at his fingertips. Daedalus, helplessly watching as his son ignores him, flying with the gift that he’d given him, and falling into the ocean. (Or maybe Alicent is Icarus, and Rhaenyra is the sun, and Rhaenyra's just been trying to keep Alicent from getting too close, from falling this whole time.)
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hemlockwilde · 4 months ago
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I first wrote this song back in 2019, and it's gone under a lot of transformation since then. It's also been a long time since I last uploaded an original song, and I've missed it as much as getting back into it has terrified me.
My songwriting capabilities have changed a lot but I still take inspiration in my story-telling from other stories that have come before mine. Here my cultural touchpoints have been Ziggy Stardust, Rocketman, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency – both the 2016 show and the original books by Douglas Adams, from which comes the wonderful word 'psychosassic' – and of course, the Greek myth of Icarus. In my version Icarus made his own wings, his act of hubris was motivated by an all-encompassing desire for freedom, and he survived.
Icarus is one of a number of songs I've been putting together for my first EP.
LYRICS below cut:
I was the kid who chased the rainbow, always looking for the end I was the lonely child who loved the wild things but had no friends I grew up in a labyrinth and found my way with string What a clever boy to build himself a pair of broken wings Hubris laid its claim on me ‘fore I was even grown And into my embroidery these shapes and patterns sewn I made a bid for freedom and I bid my home goodbye Although my father warned me I would fall into the sky Oh, Icarus Icarus, what have you done now? What a mess What a mess you are become now Flying far too high, you’re gonna fall into the sun Oh, Icarus These flights of fancy have their foolish ends I’ve dabbled deep in palmistry and psychosassic paths But it seems I only ever draw the Fool in Tarot cards Always teetering on cliff edges and dangling from strings A silly boy to trust a pair of broken, melting wings CHORUS My father says that he knows best, that I should let it be These wicked thoughts of all I’ve sought are not for boys like me My impulses are wild, they need to be reined in And naive boys get just deserts unless you clip their wings Oh, Icarus Icarus, you’re falling still now From above Our prophecy has been fulfilled now Soaring far too low, you’re gonna sink into the sea Falling into patterns like we told you so and so shall be And tell us, was it worth it? Just to see the sea and sky? Oh Icarus This unearned confidence will your – “Icarus” So they’ve told me, so I’ve been But look at this Icarus has learned to swim Flying through the foam, and I will finally be free Feathers all around me leaving patterns on the sea And Icarus is smiling as he sings into the wind Oh, Icarus Oh, Icarus Oh, Icarus These flights of fancy always were my friends
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shunin-gumis · 5 months ago
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As Master Joe Wishes - Track 09
Seasonal Team Event - L4mps
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Thank you Myun for handling this chapter!
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Location: Inside the Company Car
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Daniel: Alright, why don't you tell us what happened back there? 
Samejima: Hahhh, the world is going straight to ruin…  Everything’s all in shambles because I messed up… 
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Netaro: Sammy, cheer up! Until my planet brings about the apocalypse, you gotta live on!
Samejima: Haah, I got no choice, huh…. That’s the life of an adult. No resting till you’ve paid off your loans.
Daniel: You’ll know when to call it quits.
Daniel: You just gotta keep on struggling ‘till the time comes. 
Samejima: — Alright. That’s all sorted, then.
Samejima: The main player of Anonymous came onto the scene late, and then they disguised themself as me and hijacked the chain of command at the scene, taking Joe away.
Samejima: My impostor must’ve forced the detectives out of the car around the Shuto Expressway area. 
Samejima: That guy — We’ll call him X— his motives are quite complex. He ordered members ABC to act as his decoys while he escaped from the manor. 
Samejima: They must have escaped from the police car into a vehicle they prepared ahead of time.
Netaro: You’re saying that during that sequence of events, our dear Sammy was all tied up and gagged?
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Samejima: Stopp!!! Don’t remind me! You’re gonna make me cry!! 
Daniel: If they’re planning to flee the country, they’ll have to go through Tokyo Metropolis International Airport first.
Daniel: They probably didn’t take into account that their disguise would be found out so quickly, nor that they’d get caught up in some car chase.
Samejima: I wonder…Putting aside the members ABC who were left behind, X seems quite capable of making a solo getaway. Even if they had to do it by force, they could probably blend in with the crowd at the airport and slip away.
Daniel: Welp, looks like it’s gonna be a race to see who can get to the airport first.
Daniel: Though, won’t we get a ticket for speeding?
Samejima: It’s okay. The road’s been closed off since morning for this escort under the guise of construction work.
Daniel: So that’s how it is. Ya hear that, bikers? 
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Nagi: The Shuto Expressway. We won’t get our license suspended by riding tandem, right?
Ryui: Dumbass, you’re gonna make us fall over!!
Nagi: Ryui, you need to hold on tighter or we’ll be off-balance.
Ryui: Fuck off!!
Daniel: Doesn’t look like there’s a speed limit. Feel free to go full throttle in order to get the little lady back.
Nagi: Okay.
Location:  Highway
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Nagi: Ryui. If we go at this speed, I’ll be able to stabilize the bike better. That okay?
Ryui: Don’t ask me about every little thing. 
Samejima: —Please listen, you two.
Samejima: It’s going to be a dangerous road from here on out. As embarrassing as it is to admit, our unit won't be able to get there in time.
Samejima: If you’re even a little bit unsure, please do not hesitate to pull back. That might even work better for us—
Ryui: We’re going. We’re absolutely doing it.
Ryui: I’m not doing it for Joe. Everything I do is for Toi above all else.
Nagi: …Yeah. 
Nagi: Me too, I want to save our master.
Nagi: Let’s go, Ryui.
Samejima: —I understand. Thank you for your assistance.
Samejima: In that case, Yowa-kun, if you would.
Netaro: Leave it to me~! Daa, get me closer to the bike.
Daniel: ’Kay.
Nagi: ? Netaro, it’s dangerous to lean out of the window.
Ryui: What’s with that fancy-ass feathery device?
Ryui: You tryin’ to stick that on the bike?
Netaro: I invented it in a jiffy just now, I call it my “Breaking through the Stratosphere Over-the-Rainbow Booster Engine”!
Netaro: The feathers on the sides were made in the image of Icarus’s wings♪
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Ryui: Won’t they fuckin’ melt!!!!! 
Netaro: Aaaand, the installation is finished. Gii, give twisting the grips and upping the throttle a go.
Nagi: Okay, I’ll—
Nagi: !!!??
Location: Inside the Company Car
Nagi & Ryui: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Daniel: Ooh, those two were gone in the blink of an eye…
Netaro: WAHAHA! Their screams are quite pleasing to my eardrums♪
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Samejima: … Ah, dawn is breaking.
Location: Inside Car
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Anonymous Member A: Phew~ Seriously, thanks for saving our asses.
Anonymous Member B: If things kept going downhill like that, I probably would never have seen my family again. 
Anonymous Member C: You sure this teddy bear is really a “national treasure?”
X: …..
Anonymous Member A:  O-Oi, stop talking while driving. 
Anonymous Member A: Don't let your guard down till we get to the airport.
Anonymous Member C: R-Right. Sorry. 
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Joe: (This is the man who pretended to be Samejima. He may have donned a mask and sunglasses to hide most of his face, but I can still feel a chilling gaze coming from him…)
X: Here, use this.
Anonymous Member B: Eh, scissors…?
X: Our mission isn’t to take this teddy bear back. It's to find the "precious treasure." So there's no problem if we make it easier for us to carry around.
X: … Do you understand what I’m saying? 
Joe: ……!
Anonymous Member B: W-Well… Then, starting with the nose….
Joe: No!! Halt this instant!!
X: !
Anonymous Member A: W-What the hell, the back window just cracked!!
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mr-orion · 1 year ago
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ok I must have more lore on this Icarus I keep seeing since I’m officially in love with him and want to kiss
he and I should kiss
also may I draw him bc that drawing you posted of him gossiping tickles my brain so much-
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"I guess if the inspiration strikes... me being your muse must happen."
Oh boy. He's a bit of a firecracker and not very PG. He's in fact, kind of mean. As for the kissing, you and Ray both, though I think Icarus will shake you down for all your cash before you start getting any affection. As for drawing, yeah! I'm always grateful for any drawings and honestly treasure each one I get!
I don't see the harm in saying it as it is. He's a prostitute and escort. Man is raking in the big bucks working under Stags INC. The only reason Ray and him are friends is because Icarus has a lot of intel on the people manning the cartels. While Ray initially got his cooperation by bargaining to sweep his drug use under the carpet, he found Ray is a fun guy and not too sleazy to be around. Plus he's fun to tease, which is Icarus' favorite thing.
He's a Stav'raw, as opposed to Ray who is an Auveri. Unlike Ray he cannot fly. He has dense bones and his wings are only good for a glide. Which, he doesn't preen them. He was never taught so he is absolutely matted with feathers he hasn't thought to pull out. He's actually much more vibrant but because he's so fucking crusty with feathers from his whole existence you can't really tell. Additionally the sclera of his eyes is black. Along with his mouth and lips. He also gave himself a split tongue.
He comes from a very neglectful household with a mother who was a first generation Earthian and a non-existent father. He found his profession as a way out of that bad situation. Though Icarus' dream job is being able to help kids someday. He wants to be a pediatrician for alien children, believing that if one adult had noticed the abuse happening to him he could have been helped.
While Icarus doesn't think he'll make it because of his job history, Ray encourages him. Also reassures him that there are other ways he can help people. While Icarus is bummed he's only just starting to get into the 9 years of schooling at 28, he remains hopeful.
His hobbies consist of video games, nursing classes, clubbing, taking his dogs for walks along the beach, and riding his motorcycles around.
Another fun fact is that this man is absolutely the best of friends with Rays older brother Rowan. Though he has no clue the two are related because they look nothing alike and it's just never comes up. It will be chaos when all three of them figure it out and Rowan tries to beat him for trying to rizz up his beloved sibling. Ray will also get a scolding for bringing sweet, innocent Icarus into his less ethical detective practices. Ha.
Additionally, in freak coincidence Rowans child, is also his niece! He genuinely had no clue until one night in a deep conversation his best friend opened up about how similar Icarus looks to his niece, Onyx's egg donor. Icarus developed an even deeper hatred for his twin sister that night upon Rowan opening up even more about what his sister did to him. (It gets real fucking dark, so I'll spare those details.)
Icarus absolutely hates talking about his blood relations unless its Onyx. Who he treasures deeply and is so proud of. And by proxy Rowan. Of course. Who is his bro, his best friend, his pogchamp.
I can't think of much more, if you want to know something specific please feel free to send more asks!
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one post before we have to go AAAAAAA
so we read up on bloodfeathers a lot yesterday cause we came across a video where everyone was uh. very split on what the correct information about them is
and we’re only realizing today that. gasp. who are two feathery boys we can apply that information to? that’s right, the icarus au stan twins
so this doubles as a fun fact post and a way for us to tell you all once again to read icarus au on ao3, written by the great houdini- ae mean jackyrubou
(see. see what we did there. comparing her to the great houdini, a guy well known for being unmatched in the field of magic. their writing is really fucking good, is what we’re saying)
anyway fun fact time
so, bloodfeathers are also called pin feathers. birds molt regularly, and once a feather is lost a new one is immediately prompted to start growing to replace it. now, usually feathers don’t have any blood in them. they’re dead, sorta like hair and fur. but these new feathers need nutrients to grow, so they do have blood
the base of bloodfeathers is usually bluish, but on the face they tend to be pinkish
they’re covered in sheathes. birds can easily break these sheathes off, but they have trouble in certain areas. this is why they love having preening buddies, and why it’s so good for social bonding!
if a bloodfeather is broken, it will…well, bleed. this is extremely serious and needs to be taken care of immediately for the bird’s help. sources we found state that cornstarch, when applied to the wound, is good for stopping this bleeding
and then you don’t take the feather out yourself because that’s a last resort and extremely painful for the poor bird. you take them to the vet and they treat your feather friend
^ how would that apply to the stans? we’re really not sure. bloodfeathers likely wouldn’t pose the same risk for them (birds tend to be uh. small. not a lot of blood in that thing). it would probably still bleed a lot, and removing these feathers would still be really painful for them
it would be especially bad if either of them broke a primary flight feather. those are anchored to the bone
this has been bird facts with eyetrees. take care of your borbs
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screechingsandwichhologram · 6 months ago
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hello there
icarus / saturn / zeta / username variation !!! any pronouns.
art blog : @rain-on-wax-feathers
instagram : rain_on_wax_feathers
this is a multifandom blog & also just random stuff
fandoms: american revolution, hamilton the musical, c!dsmp, tma, chess the musical, generation loss, various other stuff.
just because i post about something doesnt mean i support it!!! i really, truly, dislike the founding fathers and i view my involvement in amrev not so much as over-glorifying them as humanizing and de-glorifying them.
not a historian, nor an expert in anyway. just putting that out there.
i have a fuckton of original characters that i will be talking about. at one point im going to make a guide for explaining them. feel free to ask questions (actually please do!!) i tag my ocs as "oc : name"
i tag triggers as cw: trigger or just trigger. let me know if you need me to tag anything
asks are encouraged !! i love getting asks <33
if I inspire you to make something, go ahead! just tag me / send it to me so i can see it & credit me :D
main tags rn are #rain feathers talks (where i just talk about random stuff) and #rain feathers ham (encompasses both hamilton & amrev). i have various other tags but i don't care enough to put them here bc i rarely use them anymore anyway.
okay have fun.
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In my house
We had a habit
Of hurting loudly and
Loving quietly
So I deafened myself and left
I took my soul and left my body
I took my soul and left my body
At least, in my mind
I took my soul
And left my body
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orions-tears · 2 years ago
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Close to the Sun - Aesop Sharp [ Part 4]
Pairing: Aesop Sharp x fem!Reader
Themes: Angst, fluff, reminiscent of that one scene from Tangled
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 5 are linked :)
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You spent the past week in between your cubicle at the ministry and the Hogwarts library. There's got to be something you're missing. Dittany, Bubotuber Pus and Phoenix tears. There must be something else... You've buried yourself in every book you can find and suddenly it hits you. The one thing no one's written about. Dragon's blood. That has to be it! Right? Honestly, you're taking a shot in the dark but it's worth it to help Aesop. You gather your things and make your way to the Greenhouse at Hogwarts.
"Mirabel!" you shout, running up to the professor.
She spins around and smiles at you. "Hello, my flower! It's been so long! How are you, my dear?"
You smile back and hug her, pulling away and hoisting yourself to sit on the potting table. "I'm wonderful, how are you?"
She folds her hands. "Fantastic! How is it going with Professor Sharp?"
You grip your satchel and grin. "Wonderfully. He's helping me with my potion and I think I've finally found the final ingredient."
She frowns and tilts her head. "I thought the Phoenix tears were the final ingredient...?"
You sigh and shake your head. "I thought that too but it didn't work. I know now what I'm missing! Dragon's blood."
She hesitates and puts her hands on her hips. "Sounds dangerous. Is he going with you?"
You shake your head again. "I couldn't ask him to do that."
"Do what?" a voice asks from the other side of the classroom.
You twist around to see Aesop walking down the stairs towards you. "Oh, umm...nothing."
You turn back around, looking down at you bag.
"She says the last ingredient is dragon blood," Mirabel says, concerned.
You look up at her with a look of betrayal and Aesop walks over, folding his arms.
"Not happening," he says, flatly.
You laugh and get off the table. "I know this is it! I'm getting that blood, no matter what it takes."
Mirabel whimpers, putting her hands on her head. Aesop sighs, looking at you.
"Do you know the story of Icarus?" he asks.
"I don't think so," you reply, furrowing your brows. 
He leans against a table, taking a breath. "Icarus was the son of a craftsman in Crete. The wife of King Minos had fallen in love with the bull, giving birth to the minotaur. Icarus' father was commissioned to build a labyrinth to hold the minotaur. Theseus, the founder of Athens, eventually came to Crete to kill the minotaur and leave with the princess. Unfortunately, Theseus had killed the minotaur with a weapon created by Icarus' father."
"Hang on," you interject. "What does this have to do with the dragon's blood?"
He shakes his head. "Listen to the whole story."
You sigh and nod.
"When King Minos found out about the father's betrayal, he imprisoned him and his son  in a tower above the palace. Icarus became restless and wanted to explore the lands that lay below. His father was desperate to escape and thought of an idea to leave the tower. He created wings from feathers and wax for him and his son that would fly them away from the palace and from King Minos. He taught Icarus how to use them but warned him not to get to close to the sun as the wax would melt. Soon, they made their escape and flew up above the palace, leaving Crete, but Icarus was consumed by the need to explore. He flew higher and higher towards the sun and the wax on his wings melted. He fell from the sky, his father unable to save him, and fell into the sea and drowned."
You fold your arms and frown at him. "That was a depressing story, Aesop."
He chuckles. "An important one. If you fly too close to the sun, (Y/N), your wings will melt."
You shake your head and grab your bag. "I'll be fine. I can do this. I need to help you." You quickly leave the greenhouse, readying yourself for what's to come.
Aesop looks at Mirabel and sighs. "I'll have to follow her, won't I?"
Mirabel, nods, holding her hands to her chest. "I'm afraid so..."
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Now the question is where do you find a dragon? You quickly made your way up into the hills of the coast, hoping to find a dragon lair. You've been planning how you'll even be able to kill it as you climb up. You really hope Aesop didn't follow you. If he gets injured because he's helping you, you'll never forgive yourself. Confringo, diffindo, glacius, bombardo, immobulus... a curse if you really need it.
You hear a roar in the distance and look up, seeing wings disappear behind the peak. You swallow hard and keep climbing. Eventually you shuffle through a cave in the mountain, emerging out of the other side. A Hebridean Black rests on a boulder on the other side of the clearing. You take a deep breath, shutting your eyes tightly. You set your bag down and pull your wand out. Standing up, you open your eyes and make your way towards the dragon. It turns to you and roars, taking off into the sky. You groan and watch it leave. Suddenly, you hear footsteps. A lot of them. You spin around and see poachers running into the clearing. This is going to be harder than you thought...
You start to fight off the poachers but the dragon returns. Focusing on both parties isn't as easy as you'd hoped it would be. You dodge the dragon's flames but get hit with diffindo as you recover. It goes on like this for what feels like hours and you're getting tired. You've barely landed any hits on the actual dragon you came here for. You spin back to the dragon, ready to attack as you feel a sudden pain between your shoulder blades as you're sent to the ground. Your vision fades out quickly as a blinding pain surges through your body. You didn't hear the curse...
You can feel tears streaming down your face and that's about all you can feel aside from the lightening moving through your body. Your breathing is labored as you collapse in a ball on the ground. The pain is supposed to go away...Why won't it go away...? Suddenly you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders. You panic and try to move away but then you feel the hand on your head. You blink a couple times, your vision slowly coming back. You can just barely see Aesop leaning over you, worry written on his face. You try to move onto your hands and knees but whimper in pain, falling down again. Dark lines run over your arms, the darker places feeling like fire in your veins. 
The dragon... You look up and it's lying, lifeless on the ground. Did he kill it...? He pulls you into a sitting position against his chest and moves a vial in front of you. You can feel he's speaking to you, but you can't hear what he's saying. He helps you to drink the potion and you feel your body get warm. Really warm... You close your eyes, unable to stay awake.
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"I can't believe it really was dragon's blood..." says a voice in the distance.
"She's lucky...if it hadn't been, she'd have died," says another, sighing.
You open your eyes and sit up. You're in an unfamiliar room. You stand up and look around. The room is dark, aside from a fireplace lit in the right corner. You walk to the door, leaning your ear against it.
"How did you know how to brew it?" asks Mirabel.
"I simply followed her instructions," replies Aesop.
You lean back and look around. This is his room? You suddenly remember the dark veins on your arms and look down. They're gone. You feel fine. Something's wrong. You open the door and run out, causing the two to look over at you in surprise.
"The blood! Did you get any?" you almost shout, heart racing.
He frowns at you and nods. "I got enough."
Mirabel walks over and gently places her hands on your shoulders. "How are you feeling, my dear?"
You look at her, and smile sadly. "I'm alright, Mirabel. Promise..." You look back at Aesop and he looks away. "Aesop, the blood, where is it?"
He sighs and looks back at you. "Your potion works, (Y/N). It cures the uncurable. Be happy."
You shake your head. "I don't understand. You've brewed it? You drank it already?"
He frowns and walks over to the chair in front of the fireplace, sitting down. He still has the limp...
"No...No you said it worked." You walk over, staring down at him. "If it worked, why does your injury still bother you."
He rubs his hand over his eyebrows, sighing. "You would have died without it..."
You shake your head, pacing in front of the fireplace. "No...no...no you were supposed to take it, Aesop. You. Not me. Why?"
He stands and holds your arms, halting you. "(Y/N), I would live the rest of my days incapacitated if it meant you were safe. You are so much more important than me."
You stare at him, tears beginning to run down you face. "No..."
He nods, smiling softly at you. "Yes...Don't feel regret for what I did. It saved you and that isn't something I can regret." He hugs your tightly, stroking your hair. You lean your face into his shoulder, sobbing, You were supposed to heal him. You failed...
He pulls away and looks down at you. "Don't think you've failed me. You may have flown to close to the sun, but I will always catch you."
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cdragons · 1 year ago
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Crass Family Moodboards & Headcanons
These are moodboards and headcanons for the Crass Family in my Snowbaird AU story, "Feathers & Threads Soaked in Red." I also plan to make some for the Snow Family and the Covey in District 12. If you are curious after reading these, please visit this page and read the story!
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Icarus Magnus Crass - played by Richard Madden
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Icarus Magnus Crass is the Head of the House of Crass. He was an only child and had an extremely strict upbringing.
Before his current position as Secretary of Defense, he was the youngest soldier to quickly rise to the rank of General.
Icarus was groomed to be the next president by his father should the elderly President Ravinstill have an "unfortunate" demise
He lived an extremely isolated childhood - his education consisted of private tutors before attending the Academy & University
His only comforts in his childhood were Sephia Rose & his piano
Had a long-term engagement to an obscenely wealthy heiress before he went public of his relationship with Sephia Rose and was sent to the military
When he married Sephia Rose, in his vows he told her: "I was born to love you."
He would often use the secret tunnels to watch Sephia Rose sleep when she first came to the manor - he had never met anyone so different and pretty.
Icarus is someone who had every opportunity to grab power, but he chose happiness. In choosing love, he lived a fulfilling life with a wife who he loved more than anything and was blessed with children he would give his life for in a heartbeat. He is who Snow could have been if Coryo had just been medicated.
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Sephia Rose/Kore Hayes - played by Haley Bennett
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To the Capitol's Elite, she is Kore Hayes. But to herself and her family, only then can she be Sephia Rose.
She and Icarus have built a life together in the capitol, where she is the mother of three children with all Covey names.
Sephia was very scared of Icarus when they first met as children - she didn't know if she was safe around Capitol children.
But she and him quickly got along after he would show her his piano and even play a song of an old lullaby.
Before she founded her clothing brand "Lis et Rose", she modeled for some of the most exclusive clothing brands in the Capitol and even found ways to model her own clothes.
When Icarus enlisted in the military, she presented offerings in the garden to pray for his protection
During the war, she would write letters to Icarus every day while he was on the war front, and she always place a kiss at the end of each letter.
SHe made sure that he children knew all her Covery's skills, including how to garden and cook.
Sephia Rose lived an incredibly harrowing life. But her resilience for hope had helped her find light in the darkest of tunnels. She never lost touch with her roots and often told her children stories of her childhood. She is grateful every day for the love that blossomed between her and her husband.
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Laurus Orion Crass - played by Josha Stradowski
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Laurus Orion Crass, or Laurie, is the firstborn to Icarus and Sephia Rose and heir to the Crass House and fortune.
Because of his position, Laurie always had a lot of pressure placed on him due to society's expectations for him to be a military man like his father.
He knows that he is very fortunate to have such incredible role models for parents who only gave him support and love while teaching him how to exercise caution
He was a premature baby by almost 4 weeks and had to be placed in the ICU due to his lungs not being fully developed and still sometimes has asthma attacks
Before his godmother died, he would often play at her office whenever he visited due to his health issues as a baby, and this inspired him to want to become a surgeon.
He learned the piano from his father, and it would serve as a great way for them to bond when he came home from work.
He is very proud of the name his mother gave him - Laurus, which means victory, and Orion was his dad's favorite constellation.
Laurie is not a fan of Casca Highbottom - he noticed at a very young age that the Dean would always stay too close to his mother whenever they came in for parent-teacher meetings.
Laurie Orion is no stranger to the Capitol's dangers and hypocrisies and makes it his personal goal to fulfill his godmother's wish of establishing clinics in the districts before her "death." He may or may not have a crush on a particular girl he met in District 4. He is Sejanus Plinth if the boy had some goddamn impulse control.
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Agalia Iris Crass - played by Annalise Basso
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Agalia Iris Crass is the second eldest and only daughter of Icarus and Sephia Rose.
Because of how much she looks like her mom, her father had always been very protective over her
Agalia was born right before the war broke out - just enough time for her father to cry at her birth.
Ambition + Moxie - she has dreams of becoming a principal ballet dancer by her early 20s.
Her endless curiosity and good heart remind Sephia Rose of Kaety Amaryllis - Aggie often wishes she could remember her godmother.
Like her brother, she takes a lot of pride in her name - irises symbolize hope and valor, and Agalia means joy.
She first remembered dancing at five when her mother sang Lavender's Blue to her baby brother.
She designed and made all her costumes since her very first recital and even crocheted all her sweaters and cardigans.
Aggie Iris is the kind of girl who will fool you with her sweet smile and pretty eyes only to tear you apart with her spitfire spirit. While she despises the inhumane nature of the Hunger Games, she still has a little bit of anger towards the rebels since they "killed" her godmother. While she doesn't remember what she looks like, she swears that she can hear her voice every time she plays her music box.
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Arcturus 'Arthur' Lucus Crass - played by kid on pinterest
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Arcturus Lucus Crass, or Arthur, is the second son and youngest child of Icarus and Sephia Rose.
The sweetest kid you will ever meet in the history of the world - he's also the most likely to accidentally wander off (his parents got him a leash)
Nature kid with the greenest thumb - he will spend hours on hours with his mom in the greenhouse
Out of all the kids, his temperament and behavior most resemble their mother.
Every animal will fight to the death to protect this kid - every single one of Dr. Gaul's mutts loves him.
Speaking of animals, he has a penchant for walking in public like any animal from ages 2-6, and the leash only encouraged him.
Fell in love with crocheting when he did it with Aggie and Sephia Rose - now he has a playground equivalent to the black market for his toys.
His name was in dedication to his birthplace - the grove filled with amaryllis flowers in his family's garden his mother made to honor her Lillycat.
Arthur Lucus may be a bit naive, but he is not stupid. He's his parents' son after all, and although he is young he does know that there are people who want to hurt the people he loves. But he has a heart so big he loves the whole world, and he even has a fairy godmother who tries to help him in a distant wood when she can.
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meancaroline · 5 months ago
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Bride, by Ali Hazelwood
Ratings:
GoodReads Rating: 4.05 ⭐️
My Rating: ⭐️⭐️
Spice: 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Purchasing:
Can be found at most bookstores in various formats. Prices vary.
Length:
399 pages
Review:
Misery Lark (yes, that is her real name) has been there, done that as a symbol of peace between humans and vampires…sorry, Vampyres. Essentially abandoned by her kind, she has made a life for herself among the humans that is instantly shattered when a Vampyre takes her back to her father.
Things have been difficult for Misery’s father. The Vampyre councilman sees trouble on the horizon: the humans have elected a new governor, and she will not meet with him. But she has met with the Alpha of the Werewolves. An alliance between humans and Werewolves would be devastating for the Vampyres…so her father is proposing an alliance of his own: an alliance between Vampyres and Werewolves, through marriage.
Misery is 0.3 seconds away from saying “no.” Then she notices the name of the Werewolf Alpha matches a name she found in the apartment of her (only) human friend Serena, who has vanished, without a trace.
Misery needs to find her friend. And if she has to go into the territory of her people’s greatest foe, she’ll do it. Even if her new husband thinks she stinks.
Misery’s story reminds me of the story of Icarus, son of Daedalus. In case you need a reminder, Icarus and Daedalus were held captive in a tower in order to keep the secret of the Minotaur’s maze. In order to escape, they must fly out of the tower, and over the sea, using wings made of feathers and wax. Both Misery’s story and Icarus’ wings fall apart through the sustained application of heat.
And it’s unfortunate. I went to an actual store, the local Barnes and Noble, to buy this book. I’d heard good things. I read the back, and was interested in the idea, I read the first several chapters and enjoyed where it was going…but, and I could not tell you when, at some point, Bride became a bore.
It’s a shame, really, because Bride had a lot of good ideas: political marriage between enemies, supernatural factions on the verge of war, a societal outcast trying to save their friend, a missing person mystery, it’s all there! Unfortunately, Hazelwood’s focus on the relationship between Misery and Lowe, the Werewolf Alpha, puts everything else to the wayside. These ideas are then left underdeveloped.
Misery too feels underdeveloped. She tells us a lot but we see very little of anything that happens/happened to her. Anything seemingly building toward problems and tension is hand waved/deus ex machina-ed away. Even the final confrontation with the final villain is left unseen by the reader.
I will give “Bride” this: it has one of, if not the best, conversations about knotting I have ever read.
Seriously, Hazelwood goes to great lengths to discuss how a Vampyre and a Werewolf might not be sexually compatible. Spoiler alert: they totally are. And, as Misery’s werewolf husband is *so* concerned she won’t be able to handle his knot, he satisfies her needs with several non-penetrative sex acts. We love to see it.
So, while I can’t say Bride is for everyone, I can say if someone has read Hazelwood’s other works, enjoyed them, and wants to give monster romance a try, this could be for them.
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hercssy · 8 months ago
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this fanfic has been long in the making, i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i have been with writing & creating it! i want to let you guys know, while this is a marvel fanfic, there is a LOT that i have changed for this story to flow. i don’t want to give away too much detail because all will be revealed in time. i want to make a disclaimer and say there may be inaccurate biblical references and descriptions made to be suited to the story. i mean no offence, as this is just a fanfiction. this fanfic is for mature audiences as there will be themes such as smut, extreme violence, drug use, mafia themes, cults and rituals/sacrifices. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. THIS STORY IS LOWERCASE INTENDED.
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i always found comfort in violence.
the blood my blanket and their last breath my pillow. their cries of pain, moans of their loss of life was just extra comforters. this was all i knew but as my physical body stays trapped in immortality and my mind is the only thing that ages throughout time, i learn there are much better types of comfort that feel…too close to heaven than i deserve to be.
like love.
‘the curse of the spawn’ was the title of my file. everything about me scribbled down in japanese.
the tests, the trials, the errors and the triumphs. i was considered as treasure and torment. i don’t remember much of that period of my life besides the first and last taste of what love could feel like in the form of a man who held his hand out to me and smiled. i took it. that’s all i remember. after that all i knew is that barricaded part of memory ended in blood every day. whether it was mine or my victims.
i was trained to be a subject of the moon. the darkness was safe. i believed that the light of day would expose me as the monster i am; burn me to ash because i was damned. i thought the sun would use its brightness to cast judgement upon me.
the darkness was safe until i was free of my shackles and exposed to it without a choice.
the first time i truly looked at the sun it looks to me with its grace and i know i am noticed as who i am. not what i was made to be. what i was born to become. i discovered within its warmth, i craved a touch that would melt me into nothingness. so sickly sweet i can’t help but to feverishly feed off it like i’m cursed with a sweet tooth. it feels like there’s been a missing piece of me; a void ever since i existed in this reality. i feel the sun’s stare when i looked up at it. through its rays of light i can feel it beg for me to find…him. i don’t know how i know that there is someone that belongs to the sun. it’s like an intense feeling. my body calls for his embrace, my muscles, and bones wish to melt against his touch until there’s nothing of me left.
upon my sudden release from the darkness, i began to understand who i am and my notice of him increased. i often find myself staring into the giant bright orb of light and ponder a thousand questions. i am then left with a vision of a painting that beckons me to the museum.
the painting is of a man falling from a great height. his arms reach out towards the sun and beg to save him from his death. his makeshift wings broken with feathers sprawled all around the bottom of the painting. his face looks desperate, his muscles ache with the certainty he was going to die. ‘the fall of icarus.’ engraved in its golden frame underneath the painting.
i felt his pain as if it were my own. i wish for him to fly towards the sun and i wonder, if the impending doom sitting heavy in my chest belongs to him too.
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ya-boi-haru · 1 year ago
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You know what, let's do this:
If my MC skins/characters were in Fable SMP (Small/basic notes):
Default/Hardcore:
• Aura colour: Green
• Chat: Compasses
• Elytra: Magpie like wings
• Probably be friends/closer with:
- Wolf, Aax, Athena, Ocie, (basically the builders and fighters)
• Season 1:
Would not be corrupted. Probably would have thought they'd be okay running a quick errand without the buddy system. That never happened again.
Stayed in AB so they wouldn't risk getting lost
• Season 2:
Would get skulked on (they fucked around and found out) Dominant hand would got injured. Popped a Totem to the Warden (obviously didnt hold it against Rae)
• Season 3 (Purgatory ep):
Would go into Purgatory and sacrifice a compass
Avatar ( Haruven S2):
• Aura: Green
• Chat: Water bubbles
• Elytra: looks like Waterfalls coming from their back
• Probably be friends/closer with:
- Ocie, Caspian, Will, Rae, Addie, (the adventures, peaceful ones and knowledge seekers)
• Season 1:
At moments they did get Corrupted, they'd use blood bending (which they don't like doing) ABs healer (but had little knowledge on the technique)
Their underwater house would be blown by TNT and the water that came in would have destroyed everything. They would have to remind pieces of their scrolls in Libraries.
• Season 2:
Would really step into their Healing lessons, but wasn't good enough to heal Athena or sculk wounds off of people. But could "heal"/clear the affects (darkness) away
Would offer their skills to help search through Temples
• Season 3:
Would stay outside of Purgatory. Help Icarus heal their back
Would very carefully start learning blood bending
Haruven S3:
• Aura: Green
• Chat: Candy braclets
• Elytra: Would look similar to crafted elytra/mechanical
• Probably closer to:
Icarus, Athena, Caspian, (the inventors and redstoners)
Icarus 🤝🏻 Me, help an entity keeps changing my stuff
Season 1:
Fucked around and found out - got corrupted. Did not have a fun time. Invented dangerous stuff for OB
Season 2:
Would probably try to make the equivalent of soundproofing. Couldn't handle sculk as it would just change
Season 3:
Would have stayed outside of purgatory
Essempi (Erets sub-Server):
• Aura: Green and Purple
• Chat: Ender particles
• Elytra: Dragon like wings
• Probably closer with:
- Will, Seven, Caspian, Addie, Ven, (Quiet introverts, Adventurers)
Season 1:
Not be corrupted. Would try to teleprt in and out of AB but it pushed them and made them exhausted.
Season 2:
Would get skulked on and it would affect their ability to teleport. Popped a totem to the Warden
Season 3:
Went into Purgatory, offered their ender eye necklace
Lore OC:
• Aura: Green that pulses between a normal and dim brightness
• Chat: the Case History Analysis Tec In their goggles (file codes)
• Elytra: (purple tinted) Cockatoo wings (that drops feathers and look a little decayed)
Probably closer with:
- Icarus, Rae, Athena, Will, Caspian (knowledge seekers and adventurerers)
Season 1:
Corrupted!
Wouldn't be taking their meds as much so would be worse sick but the corruption would drive them to keep going
Season 2:
Would help Athena in hopes to help themselves.
Insists on helping with Sculk/Warden research.
Sculk scarring on their face
Season 3:
Would go into Purgatory and offer one of their research books
Bare minimum knowledge and points but I did the thing!
I guess if you want any elaborations or questions hmu or comment/Rb???
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chim-aera · 1 year ago
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winter
I want to bleed my colors dry. to wither and writhe into nothingness, palid skin stretched too thin like canvas portrait, like feathers over a wing bone.
I wish I could go cold. ice smooth, snow soft, perfection.
I want to blot out the ink that seeps into my skull and stains my soul I want to be pure. not chaste, not demure, but tooth sharp and glistening.
but I am a creature of earth, clay, metal. rotting leaves and broken bark, branches creaking, snapping underfoot like brittle bones I'm all autumn sunlight fading and dying out in a blaze of glory I am not winter moonlit or owl calls, or perhaps I'm neither.
soft.
gossamer and down fluff, the peeping of a nearly hatched fledgling, moonflowers kissed by frost.
I've always found a solace in the quiet, in the emptiness of winter's solitude.
sharp.
like wolf teeth, like talons, icicles dripping frigid waters into my lungs, let the fragments crystallize into my diaphragm like shining shards of sunlight blessed by holy hands.
I want to be wind quick, light like downed leaves fluttering to surface, but I am down trodden and dead set to the center of the earth with this horrid heaviness that sets into my spine.
let me unwind it, uncoil, go still and pliant like a snake unfurling it's body before it is about to strike.
but I do not long for violence, perhaps, sometimes I wished I was sinking my bite into an enemy and not always myself but at every chance I have I shrink away and bow my head.
I do not want to be Ouroboros, how am I the enigma, the paradigm of Laelaps chasing her quarry endless for eternity. I am my own Teumissian fox. will I always be prey?
no. I am something else. soot smoke blackened, crescent moons hanging so low it seems you could leap and take a bite out of them. let them glint and glimmer in my teeth like the metal I never used, like the perfection I never achieved or even tried too. watch as it drips and trickles down my chin through the gaps and sharpness of my molars, like an overripe orange.
oh there are so many metaphors.
I am haunted, but not like a church or a graveyard, no, haunted like a forest is. all fox bark laughter all shining eyes too cold, too pale, too dead. all bonfire embers, stamped into molten melted marrow, a maudlin cry for a swift end or a bitter truth. like Icarus all golden and glowing and bloody and bruised as he descended from the heavens.
oh I speak of that a lot, don't I? I am but some hollow nesting screech owl, some tyto with her wings are ruffled pulling out my own down yet sobbing for softness.
I am all raccoon claws, cautious and clawing, a deer with it's antlers on wrong. rubbing into oak trees and hawthorn, a meager attempt to shed my misery but shedding my skull instead.
I am not some diaphanous figure all mirrors and marbles, I am fractured like glass, like ice too thin, like dirt mixed in snow, soil, dark and earthy, the sharp stinging scent of evergreens and torch light. of burning books and candles with their wicks cut too short.
burning bright, but oh, oh so fast.
someone take these words from my mouth they rest heavy, heavy on my tongue like a sinner's prayer. oh I've been pleading since creation by some divine hands, Mother, do you take me?
I feel I've been seeking to be Persephone but I'm forever fated to be Cailleach instead. a bitter irony really. Crone, show me your ways.
I am chasing my own tail again. tracing my steps and my spell circles, the rings on my fingers feel like extra bones, like battle claws, like power. on cold, withering, trembling skin.
I'm so pallid recently, maybe I really am washing myself dry of any color or clause. a useless conjunction of a cacophony of condolences and curiosities.
I am all sharp eyes, smudged smoky, copper hair, breaking, brittle, bleeding into sunsets, maybe morrow. maybe flames. maybe nothing.
I am not all wheat soft, Ceres, mother. I've always been a volatile little thing, soft spoken yet sharp toothed. grinning like a Jack o' lantern, lost like a rambler, oh how I do ramble, waiting for some Willow o' Wisps to guide me, to fate or future, death or demise, I'll let them decide.
what am I? I'm folk tales, child, something old and young, something creaking and clawing, yet aching for some gentleness, quilt soft and blanketed in snow and snapdragons, but I will try, try oh so hard to be gentle, like a bear folding in its claws so they stab into its pawpads.
or maybe I've never been fierce. maybe I'm a rabbit, crying wolf at the moon until Diana takes pity and gives me my own set of fangs.
a deer who's been shot too many times that the arrows form spikes, turned eldritch and ethereal by my own suffering.
maybe I was never a beast. a creature, perhaps, a ghost. a memory, an illusion.
watching as friends, as acquaintances out grew me, so that I disappeared all fleeting and flurrying like snow that melts too quickly, passing me by with a smile and hand shake and a blossom in my palm like an imaginary friend, I look down to see my hand bleeding and inside my cupped fist in all it's cruel amusement is a bloodied, crumpled forget me not.
let me run. oh gods, let me run. let me run on stumbling shaking legs fleet footed and furious, until the archers cannot touch me.
funny, how I tried to pick up a bow. so maybe, just maybe I'd no longer be prey, but I set it down just as quickly. I always go so soft. so easily.
no brutal backlashes, no cries and screams of terror of rage, of horror and this deep rooted fear that has set its home in my ribcage.
no, where is my anger, goddess? because it seems I am more sacrificial lamb then wolf snapping its jaw as the hunter takes the final blow. I am the deer purposely putting its head into the noose. what? It is better to choose then let myself be slain again.
perhaps I am beastly, but in the way the dragon was, Saint George was not saintly then again it is funny how that word is supposed to mean holy but how far, far it is from that. that story has always left a bitter, putrid taste in my throat like gunsmoke and bile.
a serpent, of course, like Tiamat, Leviathan, watch as she curls into herself, for the knight to plunge his spear into heart, her tongue lolling past fangs, her eyes blazing in fear as the hollowness fills her her pupils.
I have always been that dragon.
a griffin, perhaps. no. more sympathised then dragons, but I have never been one like that. gilded feathers curved beaks shining like rubies and redwood. why are they guarding their treasures, while dragons hoard theirs?
I have always been that dragon, my father's sins, my father's horrors. he sheds his cloak and wishes to drape it over my shoulder so I wear it as my own I shrink back hissing and clawing like an animal cornered.
my eyes glow red in headlights.
there is something wrong with me.
isn't there?
my father is empty and howling like wind through rocks and flames rising as the screams reverberate.
my mother is all hidden battlegrounds, a silent sort of scorn, an inner maelstrom, a pain she inflicts and suffers every breath.
am I both?
but I am no Lich nor Leviathan.
oh call me Seraphina. cut me deep and watch my blood, all silver and shining stain the earth, see the wing bone at my shoulder blade, see the crescents, the moon marks, the scales. oh those god awful scales how I've tried clawing them out but they only set deeper.
what am I?
I've spent so much time creeping hunched through shadows I forget that light stings me. Quasimodo, how I always found solace in him.
I too would fall, but they'd step back, just like they had with him.
oh, there's a sweetness in your sorrow, an endearment in your enigmas. oh? then why don't you stay? instead of disregarding me like some sullied shrapnel of what I could have been.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
how the words rot in my mouth like a carcass dipped in honey. my own throat has tendrils, ivy and hellebore, the wolfsbane stains my eyes, the monk'shood is sewn into my being.
I'm all horrors and hilarity. an amusing combination. Baba Yaga and the maiden all rolled into one.
I've been talking for too long, or perhaps I've just forgotten my voice so the words are all stretched thin and snapping as I roll my sentences around on my tongue.
all poisoned sweetness, mellea verba a serpentis lingua.
but I have always been Eve and never Lilith.
the wildness in my veins is tameable, and oh how I hate the duality.
the softness and sharpness tearing at each other's throats. a wolf and a lamb wearing each other's coats.
but yes.
I wish to be soft, and cool, and glistening.
peaceful and preferable, like a cold snap in July.
but I've always been a muddy Autumn's child. so let me wear my crown of fungus let me don my cloak of wool.
revels and merriment, laugh and spit. make your jests of me, go on, but let me do it willingly. I will be your favorite fool, and I will grin at you as you make me your jester.
but I will hold out, no prideful princes or some knavish king. no I'll wait. perhaps the cold will take me, if you lot won't.
I've heard on smoke-plumes and chickadee chatter the Lord of Winter is far kinder, to things like me. so here I'll wait.
and when he comes I'll look up at him, all moon-eyed and mirth full.
"are you cold, my darling?"
my lips, frigid and frozen will nevertheless form a smile, as the breath curls around my forehead, as he removes his cloak and sword, one gesture of a savior, one gesture of my end. the chess move has never been mine, but my answer is but the catalyst, and as I remain, curled against a treetrunk, a willow or pine, perhaps, all shivering and shaking, I'll reply, my eyes dancing with unseen firelight.
"no, not at all, my Lord."
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