#imagine if there were 2 guitarists. imagine their relationship

[snobgoblin]

okokok i came up with this a while ago and forgot a bit of it but I remembered a good chunk! it's just a fun little headcanon/theory thing so work with me here. suspend your disbelief. I know it's not all 100% accurate ok? ok. with that out of the way,

why do Paula and Noodle look so similar? and I mean, damn near identical, have a look

^concept art of Paula (thank you @icouldbestarshine for finding this again i was gonna scream lmfao) AND this second picture of Noodle (idk what it's from i found it in the almanac lol) ID IN ALT TEXT IF U NEED IT

now, this could just be because Jamie Draws Ladies Very Similar Looking Always. but what if it wasn't? what if, Paula was somehow tied to the soldier experiment. it isn't impossible! we learn from the almanac that Paula has an interest in robotics (THAT PLAYED A PART IN CYBORG NOODLES CREATION BTW), in science, what if this interest didn't necessarily come from nowhere. what if, Paula and Noodle were related somehow. what if the reason Noodle got shipped to Kong specifically, was because Paula was to receive the package there, but she left the band before she could

what if Paula taught Noodle how to play the guitar?

anyway yeah its a fun thing to think about 🤭

[jayniks]

SEX NOTE (p.js)

after summoning heeseung, you wandered around your room looking for any ideas. Seeing your poster of your favorite band, you thought "why not invoke the guitarist?" and that's what you did, although the situation was quickly reversed when you saw how malicious he was.

WC . 2,3k

PAIRING . Shinigami!jay x fan!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), oral sex (m receiving), tease, anal sex, mouth fucking, a little cuck!jake?, mentions of Jake's mom and Jake himself, magical appearance, chocking, a little filler just like in the original series, degradation, tying, unreal themes, a bit of noncon?, squirt, curses, let me know if I left something out.

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Let's forget about that awkward interaction with Jake and let's talk about you, although let's not let pass that you avoided each other for 2 days in a row, what matters is that now you two are talking. About what? I don't know, he mentioned something about a trip to Australia for a week to see his family but you weren't paying much attention, you were aware that he was probably abandoning you to avoid any more awkwardness, after all, no one would act nice after listening to his best friend that he knew since he was 3, who helped her in her worst moments, fucking they favorite idol NEXT to his room.

"Dummy, are you even listening to me?" Jake asked in a somewhat tired tone. His words brought you out of your trance and you just nodded, "really? summarize what I said" he looked at you seriously. "Um, are you going on a trip home?" You exclaimed without much confidence, maybe you should have listened to him but you felt physically and mentally exhausted after that night in which a magical book fulfilled your fantasy. "Oh yeah? And why?" He looked at you again with those judging eyes, God, how you hated him. "I don't know," you admitted, already imagining the scolding that awaited you. "I'm going to Australia to see my family, I'll only be gone for 5 days, please don't come into my room, take care of the apartment" he warned you, you knew it was better to listen to him.

"Yes Jakey, I understand, please send my regards to your mom-" you didn't finish the sentence because you were interrupted by your friend, "No, you're going to take her away from me, it seems like she loves you more than me," and with that lie he left the dining room to go pack his bags in his own room. Within hours, you were at the door hugging goodbye, after all, you didn't hate him that much. The house was desolate, you felt more alone than ever.... it's good that you had the book to help you. It was a little selfish and self-centered that you cared more about the book than your own best friend who watched you grow up. But you know what else grew? Your desire to try more people.

You ran to your room and sat at your desk to prepare to look at the notebook. You just did that, watching it for almost 10 minutes, maybe waiting for it to start writing itself. Finally, you opened it, there was what you had written about Heeseung yesterday, in the first few lines of the page. You had the decision whether to repeat the same thing from yesterday or write a new story below. You scanned your room for something, anything, to find any answer to a question you hadn't asked yet. Your favorite Chinese actress? No, she was in a relationship. Your teacher? Ew, gross. Your favorite band? No! There were a lot of people and you would just go on the safe side- OH GOD! YOUR FAVORITE BAND!

Sure, Glam was your favorite band years ago, but it was a band from the '30s, the members were already dead, although you were hyper fixated on the guitarist, Jay Park. Of course, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen before; his upturned nose, his strong jaw, the way his cheeks are marked when he smiles, those skillful fingers... if you were to mention all the reasons why you love him you would probably never finish and this fanfic would never be published.

You grabbed the same pencil you had written about your night with Heeseung with, hoping to capture a new adventure, this time with Jay. Emotions overwhelmed you, but this time you wanted to give it a different touch, perhaps less imaginative and more direct. You sat at your desk, ready to put every detail on paper. "Jay Park from the Glam group will appear..." you began to write, but suddenly the pencil stopped working. Frustrated, you looked at the tip, trying to figure out what had happened. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You decided to try scratching the pencil on a piece of paper to the side. But no matter how hard you tried, there wasn't a single mark. Resigned, you grabbed a permanent marker, determined not to let a simple pencil stop you. With a firm hand, you started again: "Jay Park from the group Gla..." But, just as you were about to finish the word, something strange happened. The letters began to fade before your eyes, as if the paper was rebelling against your attempts. Desperation took over you. You gripped the marker tighter and began scratching furiously on the page, as if the simple act of writing could exorcise the frustration you felt. But in your outburst, the blade tore with a tearing sound.

Suddenly, the book opened on its own, as if it had a life of its own. The pages began to move, creating a ghostly wind in the room. Dark letters appeared on the torn page, slowly forming a sentence: "For being greedy, you will be punished." Fear paralyzed you, a chill ran down your spine. It was as if the book was alive and aware of your desires and failings. You felt a rising panic, a primal fear that told you something terrible was about to happen. You closed your eyes, resigned to your fate, waiting for the punishment that, according to the book, you deserved. The room fell into a deep silence, and you prepared to face the unknown, your blood freezing and your heart pounding in your chest...

Silence.

You opened your eyes after a few minutes of silence, and nothing had happened. Confused, you looked around, but everything remained the same. You thought maybe you had read it wrong, but no, nothing had happened. You sighed in relief, trying to convince yourself that maybe the book had just played a prank on you. Maybe you had imagined it all, the result of your sexual frustration and lack of sleep. Yes, that must have been it, you were delirious, right? With a slightly clearer conscience, you turned to make the bed that you hadn't tidied since Jake left for Australia. Time had passed quickly since then, and the mess was piling up. But just as you were going to start cleaning, you felt a chill run down your spine.

When you turn around, you almost had a heart attack when you see the guitarist of your favorite band sitting on your bed, looking at you with a machiavellian smile. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Weren't you expecting me?" He said, faking a pout as he spoke to you. You were petrified. How was it possible? Had it just appeared out of nowhere? Your mind couldn't form a coherent thought when suddenly he grabbed you by the neck, choking you, and threw you hard onto the bed. "Honestly, I didn't expect to show up like this. I thought you would use the book wisely," he hissed. His words surprised you. Did you know about the book? Nothing made sense. What was happening? "You're wondering a lot of things, gorgeous. Do you really think a book like that would come alone?" He chuckled, his tone clearly mocking, "I'm a Shinigami. Who do you think gave your friend the note?"

Oh right, Sim fucking Jaeyun.

Jake was coming back from shopping, it was not his best day, the plastic of the bag he was carrying broke and his purchases flew due to the storm that hit just 4 minutes ago. He sighed in defeat, looking down to avoid getting soaked by the rain because his umbrella bent and broke. He wasn't looking forward so he ended up colliding with a stranger. He was going to turn around to apologize but there was no one there. He looked at the floor and saw a black notebook that was covered with a layer of plastic so it wouldn't get wet. At least he won't return home empty-handed.

Let's go back to where we left off, 'Jay' turned you around putting your arms behind your back. He took off his belt and tied your arms with it, leaving you completely at his mercy. He grabbed your hair, pulling you back and turning your head a little to whisper something near the juncture of your ear and cheek. "I didn't steal that fucking book so that a dirty human like you could come and desecrate it, scratching it and destroying it just out of anger," he spat with venom in his tone. He proceeded to throw you to the ground, kneeling in front of him while he looked at you superiorly. Your response was to look him in the eyes with pleading eyes, praying that he would even take pity on you and not hurt you.

He took your jaw in his hands, forcing you to look at him, and then he parted your lips, putting his thumb inside your mouth. "Let's see how well you know how to use that beautiful little mouth" he let out along with a deep laugh and then grabbed his erect member and passed his head over your lips, smearing them with pre-cum. You took the hint immediately and gobbled down what you could, leaving a considerable portion out due to its size, something that Jay didn't care about because when he heard your first 'gag' he pushed your head until your nose was touching his pelvis.

You were surprised and your throat contracted, you felt very strange, but you didn't think much about it either because he took his member out of your mouth the same way he put it in. You were about to breathe when, oh surprise, he thrust it back in! He made that move repeatedly, fucking your throat to his pleasure. "This is what you wanted, huh? You needy fucking slut". The boy exclaimed with a harsh voice, but do you know what else was even harsher? Your throat. His cock entered and left your throat with inhuman ease (because he's not human hahaha), letting drops of your own saliva mixed with precum fall into your mouth. You felt like you were choking, so Jay, being the gentleman he is, pulled his cock roughly out of your throat, holding onto your hair to keep you still as you took a sharp breath. He looked at you superiorly and proceeded to laugh at your state, "God, look at you, so pathetic, and we're just getting started," he smirked. Taking advantage of your weak state, he threw you on the bed with your legs bent, face down, leaving your butt within his reach and whim.

You had your head down so as not to turn around to see him, although I don't blame you, it would scare me too. You felt his cold hands caress your back and pajama pants. The calm was short-lived when you felt him tear your pants, making a hole in the center, right where your holes were. You couldn't see anything, and you felt disgusted by the fact that the fear you felt was turning you on. Your panties were wet, as were your buttocks from the licks Jay left behind. You swallowed dryly as you felt him rip your panties for more access, although that wasn't the worst, that came when you finally realized he wasn't going for your pussy, he was going for your asshole. You were going to protest about that but the scream that left your throat silenced all the words you had learned so far. He entered your inexperienced hole with the same force he used on your throat.

Your forehead hitting the headboard wasn't the most painful thing, curiously neither was his thrusts, it was the way your back was bending to keep you in a position where you wouldn't break. You knew Jay was talking to you, but you didn't understand, your mind was clouded by two things: pleasure and pain. Because of the position you were in you could feel your juices running down your legs and the splash when his sack hit your pussy. You couldn't take it anymore, it was too much for you, you began to feel that tickling in your belly that was so familiar but so different at the same time, it felt like your orgasm was close but much more powerful.

Jay's tip was mercilessly pounding that space inside you, which was enough to make you collapse, spurting his sack that only did more than slap your pussy to splatter more. Your throat was hot from the screams that came from it, being replaced by long sighs once Jay stopped for a few moments, perhaps to make sure you were okay, was there any goodness within that mocking creature? Well, no, because he proceeded to resume his thrusts with the same brutality as before. He crouched down a little so he was at the same height as your head so he could whisper some words to you that you had barely caught, "I'm not done yet."

Jake had tried to call you to let you know he was returning; he had bought the ticket for the next week. Once inside your shared apartment, he proceeded to look for you. "(___) you will not believe me!" he shouted excitedly, hoping his voice would resonate in the silence of the apartment. However, he received no response. He walked through the living room and kitchen, but he didn't find you. He heard sounds similar to your voice, which was a relief, but worry began to grow inside him, because he also heard other sounds accompanying yours.

Jake approached the door, narrowing his eyes in curiosity and some trepidation. The sounds were like knocks, followed by slimy-sounding splashes, clear enough to pique his interest. Without a second thought, he turned the knob and slowly opened the door. What he saw on the other side left him speechless, his best friend being ridden by another person he couldn't recognize.

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Friends to Lovers Fics Masterlist (7)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 /

Created: June 6th, 2024

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A Little Misunderstanding Over A Whole Lot of Kissing-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: One night, after a heated conversation between best friends, things get heated in an entirely different way. Abernathy's Cornucopia-Grace_d (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen is a busy woman. Running your own boutique wildflower supply business is no easy task. She doesn't have time for messing around, or men, or messing around with men, especially ones who are messing with her business. When Peeta Mellark takes over Haymitch Abernathy's flower shop, he's a little out of his depth. It turns out there's a lot more to this floristry gig than he first expected. Hopefully a silver eyed supplier can give him some pointers. All For the Cause?-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Katniss, Peeta, Finnick, and the gang are roped into a charity event by Madge to help homeless and neglected pets. Little do they know the kinds of things they’ll have to do, the confessions that will come out, and how their lives will be changed… Happy Birthday Peeta (Perfect)-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Jrosely requested a surprise party for Peeta. Katniss and Peeta have been best friends since they were little, and on Peeta's birthday things change between the two. Head Over Feet-Falafel_Waffel (ao3)  Summary: They had been friends for as long as they could remember. They were inseparable as children and as young adults friends with benefits seemed like the next logical step. Sex with no emotions. Just two friends getting their carnal urges out with someone they trust while not in a relationship. Sounds great, right? You know what they say about fuck buddies. Someone always develops feelings, and nothing is ever the same. Unfortunately for Peeta, he went into this agreement already in love. Imagine It Was Us-flyingthroughflames (ff.net)  Summary: Modern AU. Katniss didn't really care to meet new people or make new friends during her internship. She just wanted to learn and make money. The unexpected arrival of Peeta Mellark into her life throws a wrench into her plans. Katniss Lends a Helping Hand-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Peeta is in desperate need of a haircut. With his barbershop closed due to quarantine, he decides to take matters into his own hands- not to mention his roommate Katniss's hands, who happens to have a major crush on him. Hair gets cut. Sexy things happen. Listener Line-GobletGirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss's sudden realization that she's in love with her best friend makes her do something that will force her to tell him. What will happen when she finally tells him? Will he return her feelings or will she lose her best friend? That Time We Took Over the World-Gamemakers (ao3) Summary: Being a session guitarist pays well, but Katniss Everdeen’s always wanted a taste of the spotlight. Enter Peeta Mellark, whose boyband fame faded twenty years ago, and a not-quite-dying wish from an old friend, and she’s in for way more than she bargained for. Why Do I?-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Peeta’s in love with his roommate Katniss. She thinks he has a really good set of buns. All puns intended.

[ishipallthings]

Cap-IM Rec Week 2023 (Tues)

It's About the Yearning Tuesday, July 18 for @cap-ironman Rec Week!

Today I'm reccing fics based on my favorite trope of all time - pining 💜

Remember to show some love for your hard-working creators!

take my heart clean apart by mistymountainking @stovetuna

Tony comes home exhausted after an SI event. Steve acts as welcoming committee. It's an old, careworn routine they've perfected over the years, but tonight ends up going in a very different direction.

Take A Number by 51stCenturyFox

So what if Tony Stark is sleeping with everybody else (except him)? Why would Steve care? He doesn’t even like Tony, and certainly not like that...

for you I’ll pretend (to fake it) by AvengersNewB @avengersnewb, Lacerta

Steve doesn't think twice when he agrees to help Tony out, even if it kills him inside to attend a gala as Tony's fake date. Tony doesn't know if he can keep up the pretense on this evening out as friends but it's as close as he can get to an actual date, so he takes it. Things don't go as planned though, with all the pining, the pent-up feelings, and bumping into Tony's horrible, obnoxious ex, Ty Stone.

Can't Write One Song (That's Not About You) by FestiveFerret @festiveferret

Ten years ago, Tony fell in love with his roommate: funny, handsome, kind, smart Steve Rogers, who also happened to be the lead singer and guitarist of a band, The Howlies. Then The Howlies made it big, Steve moved away, and Tony vowed to avoid any mention of the band, their songs, and the man he missed his chance with. But chance has a way of giving you exactly what you need, even if you don't know it yet...

you'll be mine and i'll be yours by complicationstoo @ifmywishescametrue

Five words ruin Tony's life. “He doesn't love me back,” Steve says, and Tony feels his world crumble to pieces at his feet. Steve loves someone, and Tony knows it isn't him.

in my head by brucewaynery

Tony tells Steve about solipsism, the theory that everything is merely a figment of your own imagination, and Steve lets something slip.

ignorance is (not) bliss by earliebirb @earliebirb

One of Tony’s hands shoots up to grab his wrist, gripping it tightly. Slowly, Tony opens his eyes. Steve’s blood freezes in his veins. His heart sinks with dread.  “Tony?” Steve hopes that this is just some weird bout of sleepwalking, but Tony doesn’t sleepwalk, and from the thoughtful way Tony regards him, Steve knows that Tony is somehow very much awake, which means— Tony swallows, his eyes wide and alert in a way Steve didn’t think they were capable of being twenty minutes ago.  “Steve,” he says, the single word carrying too much weight.

now I worship a celestial sun by haemodye (616)

A mostly-comedic farce involving: 1 obedience spell, 2 pining Avengers, 1 long-suffering Sorcerer Supreme, and 1 single, extravagant Saint Patrick's Day float.

Not a Perfect Man by Neverever @captainneverever (616)

Steve and Tony are back on track as friends and spending a lot of time together as they form a new Avengers team. But Steve is again in a rocky relationship with Sharon and Tony is dating a new woman. Steve struggles as his long-dormant crush on Tony comes back with a vengeance because he's supposed to be a good man and he doesn't want to lose Tony as a friend. What is he supposed to do as a friend when Tony's new girlfriend turns out to be not good for Tony?

The Culling of the Stars by dirigibleplumbing @dirigibleplumbing (616)

Tony dies saving Steve's life on the courthouse steps. Now Steve is left with the fallout of their Civil War, expected to take charge and preserve Tony's legacy. He doesn't know how he can do it alone—not when he can't stop thinking about Tony, or keep track of the days, or even feel.

What Was It You Wanted by sheron @sheronm

"C'mon, a kiss from Captain America is not so terrible." According to the alien custom, Steve had to kiss each teammate on the mouth, and some kisses come with more aftermath than others.

Down in Lonesome Town by resurrectedhippo

“Why do I always find my way back to you?” Maybe Tony didn’t necessarily return to Steve, but fate is a funny little thing, and after living a life of loss, Steve wants something that’s his to keep. After the universe is restored, Steve is lost without any direction. Retiring from the Avengers, he moves across the country and ends up building a house by a misty blue lake. Across the bridge is Tony Stark’s new workshop.

Hope you guys enjoy the recs, and stay tuned for more! Please mind the tags before reading. Check out my tag for previous years’ rec lists :)

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Fem!Singer!Y/N x Insecure!Bayverse!Leonardo

Genre: Hurt and Comfort, Fluff

⚠️: NSFW suggestive themes

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Imagines # 2: Happily Blue for You

Prompt: You’re a university student and a passionate musician who’s always on the hunt for gigs. Leo knows that he’s a mutant turtle and having a human girlfriend like Y/N L/N sometimes makes him question whether or not it’s right to her at all. So after a much heated argument, Y/N sets out to make it right for her leader in blue…

🎶: “Not Another Song About Love” by Hollywood Ending (Nightcore Version) | Check it out here!

Leo slammed the door behind him. As far as he knows, you are not aware of the insecurity that he harbored in you relationship. As far as you’re concerned, you definitely are. You sighed, sitting at the edge of his bed with your head in your hands. You were tired and at your wit’s end. You always thought of your boyfriend as someone so calm, cool, and collected that you never would have realized the true extent of his emotions.

“Maybe… we shouldn’t be together…” He said to you quitely, his eyes cast to the floor.

“Love…” He always loves it when you call him that, but he hated it whenever he saw your eyes glisten because of him. “What are you talking about? Why shouldn’t we? Do you not feel the same for me as you did before?”

“Of course I do!” He finally burst. “I have loved you since the first time I saw you and even more intensely as I got to know you. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, Y/N and it’s not right that you should have somebody like me! I can’t take you out on dates! You can’t show me off to your friends! I can’t-“

“Does it ever matter to you, that what matters to me is what you can do and not what you can’t?” You cut him off, your voice straining. “Not to mention what you already did! You’re-“

“A turtle! Who lives in the sewers and fights bad guys! I can’t give you a future without endangering you! I want-“

“What about what I want, Leo does that not matter to you too?”

“No! It doesn’t!”

Your argument ended in a silent rage. You wiped the tears that had slipped from your eyes and breathed deeply as you composed herself. You knew that Leo had uttered those hurtful sentiments out of his own feelings, and that feelings were temporary. Of course he was in his right to feel insecure, what wasn’t right was that he felt that he didn’t deserve you. Him, a brave and lethal warrior to his enemies; a strong and desicive leader to his brothers; and a kind and gentle lover to you. In your eyes, he was perfect despite his flaws. But eyes can only ever see themselves in relfections. Then it dawned on you. You quickly got up from his bed, exited the Lair, headed to the streets, and whipped out your phone.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

It had been days since your argument with Leo and hopefully tonight was finally the time that you could make this right on your end. You accepted that gig at Central Park for a night show where, fortunately, you and your band were invited by a popular organizer to play. The band on stage only had two more songs before you finish their set and you were dreadfully nervous. You tucked your hair deeper into the pocket of your denim hoodie and wringed your hands as you peered into the crowd. You can only hope that Mikey was able to convince his brother enough to come along, for your grand gesture severely depended on it. Your long-time friend, Ash, the band’s lead guitarist noticed your anxiety and comforted you with a firm but reassuring grasp on your shoulder.

“Hey,” She said to you. “It’ll be alright. Whether this Leonardo is coming or not, you know you’ve done what you can to show him how you truly feel. You’re a good person Y/N, and I’m sure he feels just as intensely as you do, if not more.”

“Thank you,” you smiled as you took your her hand and squeezed it. “Look, he’s a little-“

“Unusual,” Ash finished. “Yes, I promise I won’t tell anyone about him and that I won’t freak out when I meet him. You’re basically my sister Y/N, if this Leonardo means so much to you. I’ll do what I promise.”

Your eyes met and just then… your band was called to the stage. The lights were dimmed as you proceeded to take your places. Ash, Milton, and Gray to their guitars, Tamara to her drums, Casper to his keys, and you to the mike centerstage. For the first five songs of your set, you let your love for music sustain you. Everything was smooth sailing. Thanks to your brillant technician Seb, light and sound was without technical error. In addition, the crowd was accomodating and your fellow bandmates performed just as deliciously as they did every night. Milton and Gray were just eating up the attention they received from their young fans, Tamara didn’t miss a beat, and you observed Casper and Ash were being gawked at by so many musicians from the sidelines. You could feel so many eyes placed on you, and yet… the only pair that mattered to you, you wouldn’t know if they were there at all.

Before your final song, you and Ash met gazes. She nodded her head affirmitively and you smiled in an attempt to bolster your confidence. You have been developing this song for only a week, and it wasn’t often that you created your own originals for the band. Ash was the true genius, and with her guidance you could only hope that that this song… your heartful ode to your one true beloved would be enough to make him feel that he was enough.

“This song…” You said into the mike. “…is for someone really special to me.”

Your eyes looked for his desperately in the sea of faces.

“Leo love,” You uttered his name fearlessly. “This one’s for you.”

The crowd hooted as Tamara banged her drumsticks and began a beat.

“Let it out

Been building up, you better let it out

Say everything that you've been meaning now

I want it to burn…”

“But everything you do makes my heart race

I can't even think straight

Is this just a game to you?

Reruns every night

It's always the same fight

And I think you should know”

“I hate your touch, I hate your mouth

I can't stand every single word that falls out

But you're all that I've been dreaming of

This is not another song about love”

“I hate your voice, I hate your lips

I hate how bad I wanna steal your kiss

But you're all that I've been dreaming of

This is not another song about love..”

Every fiber in your being was vibrating with the music, hoping it could reach him, wherever he was. Sweat dripped down your face, your voice was sore, and your body ached, but your heart was beating and open and free. You began to approach the final verse.

“The sky fades from blue to gray

Inside he's just like an ocean, still I'm drowning

How bad I wanna sink and let it take me away

I don't know why I come back, I do every time

We get close to the end, it's a finish line

Sing these words for the man I've been dreaming of

Is this just another song about love?”

There was a pause before the bridge and the final repeat of the chorus. The lights dimmed momentarily and the crowd gasped, thinking the power had been cut. You unsheathed your locks in the darkness, and when the lights had been turn on again, it was all blue. Your bandmates with the exception of Ash, oggled at your hair. It had been given full, dark blue highlights that seemed to glimmer in the lights. For one moment, time stood still, and you had finally found those ocean eyes. Those beautiful ocean eyes. You smiled at his gaping expression, hidden far beind the crowd. Mikey basically had to collect his brother’s jaw from the floor because you were that stunning. You felt like it was just you and Leo in the world, immortal and together forever.

“Let it out

Been building up, I better let it out

Say everything that I've been meaning now

Dreaming 'bout

I need it now!

I need you now!”

“I need your touch, I have no doubt

I want your love 'til it all runs out

'Cause you're all that I've been dreaming of

Is this just another song about love?”

“I need your voice, I need your lips

I need you bad, I wanna steal your kiss

'Cause you're all that I've been dreaming of

This is just another song about

Another song about love…”

And as the song ended, you could feel your tears gather in your eyes. The crowd was going crazy, but it wasn’t because of them. It was him. Just him. Your bandmates exited from the stage gracefully, but you just ran. They were calling out your name as you ran towards the far end of the crowd. They were starting to notice you and began to approach, when Ash intervened, following you as she blocked off your new fans. But you didn’t care. You ran so much that you ended up far from the stage and into the dark wilderness of the park.

“Leo!” You called, out of breath. “Lov-!”

Just then, a pair of arms pulled you behind some tall hedges and you were in his embrace. He pressed you tightly against his plastron and you could feel his hands in your hair. As you came a apart, you could see that both of your eyes were wet and gleaming underneath the pale moonlight. He lifted you to him and leaned his forehead against yours. Your palms held his scaly cheeks lovingly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered back.

“I didn’t mean it.”

“I know you didn’t.” You breathed.

“I want you,” your eyes met intensely. “I want you very much, and I’m so damn lucky that you want me too.”

“I need you, Leo.” You gasped as he placed his lips on yours. You savored how he tasted on your tongue. Your lips moved in unison but neither of you didn’t need to express anymore words. He churred under his breath and began to knead the flesh of your ass. When you moaned it turned on something feral in him and began to mark your neck with his teeth. You came apart again, flushed and breathless as he tucked his head beneath your neck and above your breasts. He littered sweet kisses up the length of where he placed his mark as he caressed his head. Just then, you heard someone stumble through the bushes. Leo looked to you alarmingly.

“You’re right,” You sighed. “You can’t meet my friends, but I want you to get to know at least just one and she’s the best I ever had.”

“Y/N!” Ash beckoned.

“Over here!” You replied. Ash stumbled into the scene just as Leo put you down. She stared at him for a little while, before proceeding what Leo experienced to be the most normal introduction in his life.

“So!” Ash smiled. “This Y/N’s ultimate muse, eh? Finally nice to meet you in the flesh Leonardo.” She outstretched her hand to him. Leo hesitated and then shook it gently, as Y/N nodded encouragingly at him.

“Ditto,” Leo breathed. “Ashley, was it?”

“Ash is fine! By the way! Do you happen to have any brothers?”

“Ashley!” You gasped, slapping her arm as Leo chuckled.

“Come on! Hook a girl up here!” Ash pouted. “If you have any sisters, I’m down with that too.”

You all laughed.

“Well it was really great meeting you Leo! See you around Y/N!”

You both bid goodbyes to Ash as she stepped out of the hedges. Leo turned to you and curled a lock of your hair around his finger.

“I thought you never wanted to dye your hair,” Leo teased.

“I can’t help it if it’s for you,” you smirked. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” he said softly. “It makes feel like you’re a little more mine.”

“Oh love,” you wrapped your arms around him. “I’m happily all yours.”

That night, you went home to your apartment instead of the Lair. Please! With your hair in his color and his mark on your neck? He’s going to be keeping you up all night and you’ll singing his name until morning 💙🔥

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So I wrote an entire essay comparing Loki from The Bifrost Incident to Loki from the Prose Edda for my Medieval Literature Class, and I figured I'd post it here in case anyone wanted to read my analysis on her character

Essay Under Cut--(my formatting got fucked up by the hellsite but what can you do?)

“Is this truly me? What have I left behind?”

A look into how The Bifrost Incident interacts with its source material

Title from “Losing Track” by The Mechanisms

In the early 1200s, Snorri Sturlson wrote his famous collection of Norse mythology called The Prose Edda. In this compilation, we met many gods, goddesses, and creatures, including one who is arguably the most popular Norse deity--Loki, the god of mischief and general shenanigans. The Prose Edda presents Loki as dishonest, violent, at times incompetent. Recently though, about 800 years later, Loki has attracted the interest of many modern writers who have adapted Loki’s story to explore contemporary problems. One particular adaptation, The Bifrost Incident by English steampunk band The Mechanisms, imagines her to be just,  intelligent, and loving. There are many striking differences between these two versions of Loki, the most significant being gender, mortality, and how their stories end. This is important because this album re-examines and redefines Loki’s identity, and how we view this Norse deity in a modern context.

To fully delve into how The Mechanisms’ adaptation works, I think some context for the band is necessary. The Mechanisms were an English steampunk band, self-described as “Storytelling Musical Cabaret'' that operated from 2010 until 2020. The Band members themselves were in character at all times as the immortal pirate crew of the Starship Aurora. They also took on the roles in the tales they told. So for example, Tim Ledsam was the guitarist for The Mechanisms, but when he was onstage he played Gunpowder Tim, Master at Arms on the Aurora, and when the band performed The Bifrost Incident, he voiced the character of Loki. The Mechanisms were best known for their clever reworking of mythologies, creating queer narratives and telling queer stories, and their love of tragedies. In their last concert (recorded as a live album), Death to The Mechanisms, Jonny D’ville--the band’s first mate/lead vocalist. played by Jonny Sims--and Ashes O'Reilly--the band’s quartermaster/bassist, played by Frank Voss--had a conversation that encapsulates the crew's relationship with unhappy endings: 

[Jonny]

"We happen to stumble across tragic situations where everyone dies. I mean, obviously there are stories where people live but we just choose not to tell them."

[Ashes]

"Yeah, 'cause they're boring."

[Jonny]

"Yeah…”

The fact that this conversation happened during some technical difficulties in the song “Terminus”, the finale of The Bifrost Incident where the entire star system is consumed by a Lovecraftian Cosmic Horror, only adds credence to their claims. 

With that bit of explanation out of the way, let’s discuss the similarities between Sturlson’s work and The Mechanisms’ adaptation of it. Loki from The Prose Edda and Loki from The Bifrost Incident share many important similarities. These similarities are important because they make the character recognizable, giving us a reference point and allowing the audience to connect the new version to the original. The Mechanisms play on the audience’s knowledge of Norse Mythology, creating an insider audience. Listeners feel like they are in on the joke, as they understand what myths or details are being referenced. The Mechanisms also use these similarities to create puns, as they often do in their albums. For example, in The Prose Edda Baldur is killed by Mistletoe, and in The Bifrost Incident Loki kills Baldur with Missile 2 (the second missile).  

Another thing The Mechanisms’ adaptation has in common with Sturlson’s work is how they develop ideas through music. The Bifrost Incident is a musical album, with each song continuing the story, much like the soundtrack to a musical. It alternates between spoken narration and songs, weaving music into the fabric of the tale. The Prose Edda does this as well! We have evidence that the original myths were probably put to music, connecting this modern work to its source. 

This being said, there are significant differences between the Loki of The Prose Edda and the Loki from The Bifrost Incident. I’ve selected just three to discuss at this time, the ones I think are the most important. The first is gender. In The Prose Edda Loki and Odin are firmly male, using exclusively male pronouns. There is a specific instance in the text where Loki turns into a mare and gives birth to Sleipnir, Odin’s eight-legged steed. This is seen in a negative context, as a way to shame or punish Loki. In The Bifrost Incident, however, Loki and Odin are gender-bent, using exclusively female pronouns. Loki’s gender expression in the album is further complicated by how her character is voiced. Gunpowder Tim, who as far as I can tell is a cisgender man, voices this specifically female character. The use of a more masculine-sounding voice actor for a character that not only uses feminine terms and pronouns but also is married to another woman in the album introduces a new, interesting layer of queerness to the narrative. Because of this casting decision, it’s a commonly held belief among fans that Loki is a trans woman in the album. These choices help the audience explore modern queer themes through the lens of Norse mythology. And it creates a contrast to how gender, sexuality, and queerness in general, were talked about in Snorri Sturlson’s time. 

The second difference I’d like to discuss is Loki’s mortality (or lack thereof). In The Prose Edda Loki is a god, an immortal being that could affect the world around him and cause problems on large scales. This allows many myths to happen, most strikingly the ones where Loki transforms into an animal to either cause problems or fix a problem he caused. Now this is complicated by the fact that Snorri Sturlson did not believe the characters in the myths he was compiling were gods. He lived in a Christianized world, trying to compile stories to save them for poets. Either way, Prose Edda Loki is an immortal deity. But in The Bifrost Incident, it is important that all our characters are mortal. It intensifies the tragedy of Loki and Sigyn, their sacrifice and Odin’s demise. It helps us relate to the characters in a way that we don’t get if they’re immortal. In the narration “Cold Case”, we learn that Loki was thought to be dead, and in the song “Sigyn” we get the heartbreaking reunion between Loki and her wife, Sigyn. But the reason I cry every time I listen to “Sigyn” is because of how heartrendingly happy Sigyn is to see her wife, alive and in front of her, and then see that relief ripped away as she realizes that Loki doesn’t recognize her. The humanity, the fear and permanence of death, of losing those you love, is one that we as an audience can easily relate to. 

My final difference, and possibly the most important difference, is the ending to Loki’s story. After killing Baldur in The Prose Edda, Loki is chased down by the Aesir and eternally punished: He is imprisoned below the earth, tied down with the entrails of his sons, and has a snake set above him to drip poison into his eyes. His wife, Sigyn, stays with him by choice, holding a cup above him to catch the venom, but the vessel can only hold so much before it must be emptied. So when Sigyn has to empty the cup the venom gets into his eyes, and his thrashing is the etiological myth for why earthquakes happen. Eventually, Loki is destined to escape and kick off Ragnarok (the end of the world), where he fights against the Aesir--sailing in on Naglfar and fatally injuring Heimdall before dying himself. These all add up to an ultimately evil view of Loki, even if he is a bit sympathetic. He turns against the gods and his children are the cause of much destruction. However, the Loki of The Bifrost Incident has a completely different characterization. After her memories are returned to her, she leaves Odin to her madness and goes to find Sigyn. She tells Sigyn what they must do to delay the eldritch train as long as possible, keeping the end of the world from happening for 80 years-- 

“They uncouple the [train] carriages behind [them] and Loki lays upon the altar. Sigyn pushes a single line into her wife's heart and holds it tight. All she lets through is a drip drip drip, flowing through the glyphs and gears. When Loki's heartsblood is gone, the train will arrive, but until then, they are together.”

Loki chooses to sacrifice herself to stop the end of all life in her star system. This is almost directly opposite of how Loki acts in The Prose Edda. She is noble, in contrast to his cowardice. 

I think it’s important to consider why these changes were made. Some are more obvious--The Mechanisms always committed to the bit at full throttle. It’s evident from their stage presences that they cared about the storytelling more than anything else. So many of the more minor changes are to keep to the aesthetic choices the band made--setting it in space, steampunk and cyberpunk imagery, and the puns we talked about earlier. Some choices were made to turn the original myths into queer stories. Making Loki and Sigyn a lesbian couple, as well as having Loki use feminine terms and pronouns while being voiced by a traditionally masculine voice actor, fall into The Mechanisms’ commitment to telling queer stories. Many of the band members themselves are queer, and the vast majority of their fanbase identifies as LGBTQ+. And finally, The Mechanisms only tell tragedies. We discussed this at a few earlier points, how the change from god to mortal fed into the tragedy of the story they were trying to tell. 

So why does this matter? Why should we care about a Steampunk concept album written in 2017 that no one has ever heard of? The Prose Edda was written to preserve poetry, religion, mythology, and meaning post-Christianization. Why was The Bifrost Incident written? I believe that it’s a commentary on corrupt government systems, as seen with Odin, as well as a cautionary tale about the dangers of pushing too far without the proper safety precautions. It’s also just a fun retelling of myths that most are fairly familiar with in a fun, new setting we never would have expected. The Bifrost Incident takes stories written hundreds of years ago and creates a modern narrative that is as enjoyable as it is thought-provoking. And I hope this paper, if nothing else, convinces you to listen to the Album.

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High Priestess | Chapter 2: This Is Why

A/N: Hey lovelies!!! Happy Monday! Thanks for the great reaction to the first chapter of High Priestess! Just to let you know that I will posting a new chapter every three days while I work on editing the last edition, so please enjoy! Don't forget to like, comment and please lemme know if you would like to be tagged! H x

Synopsis: A down on their luck Welsh band, High Priestess, finally get the big break they were looking for - a supporting spot for one of the UK's biggest successes; the Arctic Monkeys. Was this finally the opportunity they needed to kick start their dream careers of being a successful rock band? Or will a tumultuous relationship between the two lead singers and a secret confession of devotion ultimately be too much to handle for the three best friends from Cardiff?

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: swearing, drug usage, mentions of death, mental health issues and sexual content throughout this fic.

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"Next." Alex mumbled after hearing just three bars of the song. This wasn't it, again. 

The frustration was growing inside of him with each passing minute, and each passing band they listened to. How hard could it be to find a support band for tour? Very, apparently.

They had been sitting there for just over two hours, going through bands like they were cigarettes and evidently, Alex had been doing the same, chain smoking his frustrations away, or at least trying to anyway. 

All they wanted was a band that captured their attention, one that fit their ideals, their aesthetics. They wanted a band that brought their own sound and with it, a new sense of performance.

And so far, nothing that they had listened to, came anywhere near that.

The shredding of guitars and heavy beatings of drums that burst through the speakers was all the band had listened to for the past few hours and it was beginning to become tiresome. Not to mention, that at this pint their ear drums were shot for hearing lyrics being  screamed at them. 

All Alex wanted was on band that captured his imagination like no other. Was that so hard?

He was sick of hearing the same old same old. It was boring him.

Of course, younger them would've jumped at the chance to sign every single band they had listened to so far to their tour, but now it was different. Now, they were older, more experienced. They understood what it took to be successful and how to entice a crowd, and what they had listened to so far would only make their fans ears bleed. Although there was an argument to say that some may enjoy a guitar being shredded for a whole set, it wasn't what they were looking for. So, their search, annoyingly, continued. 

"You can't just keep skipping 'em." James sighed from his position at the mixing desk. 

His back had slumped against the chair long ago, when no after no had began to reign in from different members of the group. He knew they were trying to get it right but they were beginning to vex him at how fussy they were being over this. How hard can it be to find a band for crying out loud?

"Well they're all shit." Jamie piped up from his sprawled position on the settee behind him. Guitar laying over him, he was mindlessly strumming at it, his gaze fixed on the dimly lit ceiling above as his interests began to waver in the process. "Absolute shite." He mumbled underneath his breath with a shake of his head.

James decided to ignore the guitarist's quip, knowing that the band he had played for them,  weren't all "shite". They just weren't what they were looking for.

With a puff of his cheeks, the producer glanced beside him to Alex who looked just as disinterested as the guitarist. His legs up on the mixing desk, head slumped against the chair and cigarette burning between his lips. James was about to tell him off for smoking in the small room but thought better of it, too tired and frustrated to even contemplate starting an argument with the lead singer. 

So, ignoring it, he instead tried to reason with him. "These are good artists, Al-"

"Yeah but they're not reyt for us." Alex cut him off with a huff, knowing where he was going with this and it didn't interest him. At this point the singer was more interested in the cloud of smoke that swirled around the small room as he puffed it out. 

Though that did not mean he wasn't as frustrated as his counterpart, because he was. He wished he could have picked the first band they heard. It would've made life easier on them and James, but that was not who he was, who they were. Instead, Alex was a man that was too invested and too much of a perfectionist. He was a man that was sometimes, too willing to take a risk, something he knew to be his Achilles heel. The singer knew what he wanted and he wasn't going to stop until he, and the rest of the band, found it. 

But at this point, it seems like his attempts to find that were proving futile. So much so that he was ready to give up on their search and just let the label pick whoever they wanted.

"Well you've gotta pick someone soon." James spat in frustration, his eyes scanning over the list of artists they had already said no to. "We haven't got long until your tour starts and so far we've picked one good-ish one and one maybe." His words were met with silence, which made him roll his eyes. "Can you guys please not be so fussy over this?" The producer glanced between the four men, though did not get much of a response for their lazed positions, more than a few hums of somewhat agreement. 

The only one to actually speak up was Alex, who craned his neck to look over at James and raised his eyebrow. "We're not being fussy, we're just trying to find someone, a--a band that..." His train of thought drifted off after that.

Sometimes he struggled to articulate his words properly, especially when it came to what he envisioned in his head. It was easier for him to write it down, in the form of a song or a poem, but he knew James' patience was wearing thin so he thought better of it. Though with this being their first stadium tour in the UK -- their home country -- he wanted everything to be perfect and right now, perfect was not what he was getting. 

Thankfully for the absent minded singer however, Matt seemed to catch on to what Alex was at least trying to express and carried on his friends train of though. "Encapsulates what we're doin'."

At that, Alex silently pointed to the drummer, who was reclining quietly on the settee behind them, in agreement. "We want someone, or summat, that can engage t'crowd, summat new, fresh... good." Matt continued, his thick northern accent laying heavily on the last part of his words as he stared at James, hoping he would understand. 

"Yeah better than the shite we've listened to so far." Nick snickered himself into the conversation for the first time in a while. But when his remark was met with a frosty reception, he wondered why he even bothered. 

Taking that reception as his cue to shut up, Nick went back to scrolling through his phone. He would just leave it up to the rest of the band to decide, it wasn't like his input mattered anyway. 

"Well thank you for insulting the majority of the bands signed on the label guys, it's great to know your opinions on that." James quipped sarcastically with a shake of his head. 

They were easier to work with making an album that was for sure.

Though James' words only made Alex groan loudly in frustration. "We ain't insulting 'em." He pointedly told the producer with the soured expression. Because they weren't, well, he wasn't at least. "They're just not suited to us." He shrugged, running a hand through his fluffy hair in frustration.

At that, James leaned forward in his chair for the first time in a while, glancing over at the lead singer and hushing his voice slightly when he talked. "And they don't have to be Al, you just need a supporting act or two for the European leg, that's it." His tone was almost pleading with him, desperate. "So please, for all the love of the two brain cells I have left, listen to these songs properly before you pass on them."

Puffing out a cloud of smoke, Alex carefully mulled over the producer's words. He could see the mans pained, exhausted expression and it saddened him to know that their indecisions had been the course of it. So, trying to think positively, the singer nodded. "Alryt, who's next 'en?" 

James wanted to punch the air in celebration but stuck with a crack of a smile as he looked down the list, reading off the next name; "Burning Bras."

As soon as those words left his lips however, a chorus of groans came from the band. Guess it's down to 2 bands then, he coldly thought, striking their name off the list. Though, he could see where they were coming from with that one, knowing the name just screamed heavy guitars and drums, it was vexing him further that they wouldn't even give them a chance. 

Running low on patience and more importantly, artists, James made a mental note not to tell them the men the name of the next band and instead, just play their song and see how they reacted. However, as he was about to do so, he stopped short with a frown of confusion. The next band on the list, he'd never heard of, never come across them and frankly, couldn't even remember writing that name down. 

Because that wasn't my handwriting...

Slightly irked, James turned to his assistant who was leaning against the desk to his left and question him; "Jay? Who are these? I didn't put them on the list?" He tone annoyed. 

Jay's eyes widened when he saw which name James was on about and nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Oh uh, I know, I um, I did?" His voice came out high pitched and questioning, slightly afraid of what his boss would say.

He had, in fact, added the band's name last minute, hoping that James wouldn't notice or even that the band would have found someone before now. But it seemed that their fussiness coupled with the fact that he was now being questioned by his manager, meant that the assistant wasn't so lucky after all. Or maybe he was, he wasn't sure. 

"They, um sent their demo to the label about a month ago, I've had a listen and I liked it so I thought I would just um... add it to the list?" Jay explained further, a nervous laugh falling from his lips. Is it getting hot in here?

"But they're not signed?" Jay shook his head. "Then they shouldn't be on the list." James added, his eyebrow raised disapprovingly, just as his words had been. 

Jay gulped at the sight of it, knowing how intimidating the producer could be at time. Hopelessly, the assistant tried to keep his composure at the mans unhappiness of the situation but still tried to fight his corner on the matter. He wasn't lying when he said he had enjoyed the band's demo. It was different, raw and unsolicited and in his humble opinion, exactly what they band were looking for. 

"I know I just thought-"

"Oh for fucks sake, fuck it!" James snapped impatiently. He was annoyed with his assistant and had just had about enough of him, so much so that he waved away any attempts he had of explaining and just decided to it play on the demo labelled; 'This Is Why'.

The band could make their own minds up, James thought, and considering that it was an unsigned band, he knew the answer would be no, but he was past the point of caring. 

Like every other demo they had listened to so far, the same guitar, bass and drum set up kicked in through the speakers but this time it was slight different. It wasn't straight in your face like the rest, instead it was mellowed, a few pulls of the guitar strings here and there, and a quietened thump of bass, while the drums teetered on melodically in the background. Then around thirty seconds in, the singing started.

"If you have an opinion, maybe you should shove it..."

James immediately recognised the song instantly. It was a cover of the new Paramore single that had dropped recently. They couldn't even send in an original piece?  The producer chuckled sarcastically to himself. He knew that this band had no hope in hell of ever getting signed if they did that, and half expected a collective groan to sound from behind him, but those groans never came.

It pleasantly surprised him at first but as time went on, and the song still played without objection, it only served to confuse the producer further. And when he glanced around at the band that had once been sprawled out, uninterested, he saw that all four men were now sat up straight, eyes wide open as they listened intently to the singer. 

The second Alex heard the voice, her voice, he bolted upright. This was it.

Yes, it was a cover, it wasn't an original piece like all the rest had been but it was raw, it was melodic, it was... what I'd been looking for.

"Or maybe you should scream, it might be best to keep it to yourself..."

The more the voice sang into the chorus, the more Alex felt his chest tighten. It was the sound he had been longing to hear, the voice he had been searching for. Right there in front of him.

"This is it." Alex stated as a matter-of-fact. "This is what we've been looking for." He added with a nod of his head, stuck in a trance of the beautiful melody his was being treated to. 

The singers voice wasn't as aggressive as the lyrics suggested. It was soft and gentle yet it got the point across. Her voice echoed around the room, penetrating his ears and danced along his skin, making the hairs stand on edge. It pulled him into the story that was being told through the nameless woman's mellifluous proclamations and made his head dizzy in appreciation.

James chuckled at the singer's reaction. "Well it's a cover-" 

Alex quickly waved that fact. He wasn't interested if it was a cover or an original piece, all he was interested in was the voice, her voice. What he had been looking for. 

Though James couldn't let the man get carried away, there were bigger problems than just finding the "right ones", namely; "They're an unsigned band, Al." He tried to get his point across, but the smile on Alex's face told the producer that he didn't care. 

Alex had found the sound that he'd been looking for and if James knew one thing about Alex, it was when he wanted something, he'd stop at nothing until he got it.

Typical bloody artist.

That didn't dispute the fact that this was an unsigned band and unsigned bands do not and should not be going on big stadium tours around Europe. It was unheard of, nigh on impossible. 

They really should pick another, James contemplated.

But as his eyes drifted between each member of the band, their expressions concentrated and filled with enjoyment, he knew that there was no chance of that happening now. Well, I'm fucked. 

"Lemme get this straight--" James started off, gathering the men's attention. "You want to debut an unsigned band on a stadium tour?"

Waiting for an answer to his ridiculous sounding question, the producer watched the four men looked between each other, all holding the same knowing smile that James dreaded. He could tell from that alone that their answer to his question was a unanimous "yes". They did not even have to affirm it with words but wasn't going to stop them from arguing that case.

"Well, if they sound good enuf-- which they do, then yeah." Matt spoke up first, a devilish smirk on his lips as he spoke. 

Jamie was next to voice his opinion. "We were unsigned once J-man, and now look at us." The guitarist chuckled with an overenthusiastic strum of the guitar on his lap. 

Although James hated the nickname that Jamie had given him of late, and the fact that they all seemed to be gunning for this unnamed, unsigned band, the producer could not dispute that fact. They were unsigned once. The Arctic Monkeys were once an unknown just like this band and now look at them. One of the UK's biggest successes. 

"Give 'em a chance." Nick argued as the song came to the end.

The bassist looked fully invested now, which was the first time today he had been. His eyes were wide with excitement, lips curled up into a smile as he lent forward on his seat, elbows resting on his knees. He usually hated picking bands to support them and would mostly leave that decision up to Alex, Matt and James, while he and Jamie would spend the time smoking and messing around with the instruments in the room. But now hearing what he has just heard, after the countless and painstaking hours of listening to shite, he was fully in this. 

Call him Bill Belichick because he was fully ready to draft this band as if they were Tom Brady.

It was now, after the song had finally come to its conclusion, that Alex, who had quietly been admiring the singers melancholy rendition of song, spoke up with a realisation. "What's their name?"

Right their name, they didn't even know their name. James sighed as he swung in his chair back to the piece of paper on his desk. He hurriedly looked for an answer to Alex's question, having already forgotten himself as his finger traced the line of striked out names until it fell on the one he was looking for. His eyebrow raising at what greeted him, he spoke aloud; "Uh... High Priestess."

High Priestess? Alex frowned as he took the name in, intrigued by it.

"Like the tarot card?" Matt shared the same intrigued look as Alex. 

Though the drummer's smile remained permanent compared, he couldn't say the same for counterpart sitting at the mixing desk, who now seemed deep in thought, stuck in his own little world. Nothing new there then.

James just shrugged and nodded, I guess. 

He didn't even know who they were, where they were from, what the band members' names were. It was, after all, Jay's marvelous idea to put the unsigned band on the list in the first place and James would make sure that he would be having words with assistant afterwards about his little trick.

Feeling his managers stony stare on him, Jay decided it was best to speak up and give the men a bit of knowledge on the band he had so brazenly added to the list. With a clearing of his throat and tripping of his words, he explained; "They're a Welsh band from Cardiff... a trio of girl--uh women."

The assistant could still feel the eyes of his manager boring into his with a disapproving annoyance but the the rest of the band seemed to hum at the little snippet of information that he had provided them with. What he wasn't counting on however, was the barrage of questions to start flying his way from them, questions that Jay did not have the answer to. Not yet anyway. 

"What's their names?" Matt asked curiously.

"We got any pictures of 'em?" Jamie chipped in.

"Can we meet 'em?" Nick poised hopefully.

"Are they fit?" The guitarist remarked unexpectedly. A chorus of tuts and disapproving looks from the rest of the room. "What?" He was just curious. 

Matt silently pointed his ring finger, giving the man a reminder that he was in fact married and probably shouldn't be asking questions like that. Jamie being Jamie, just shrugged amusedly. No harm in asking, right?

But it was Alex's question next that, out of all of them, that Jay seemed to have an answer for. "Did they have any more songs on the demo?"

As usual, the singer had been quiet while the rest of his bandmates had bombarded Jay with questions, while he just sat and absorbed the information that he had just been given. But mostly, he had remained quiet, unable to get the beautiful harmonies of the lead singer's voice out of his head, leading him to want to hear more of it, almost on repeat.

"Uh..." James stuttered on Alex's question. He wasn't sure for once whether they had either and reluctantly turned to Jay for assistance, who happily obliged.

His cheeks hurting from smiling at the fact that his little risk had paid off, Jay pushed himself off the mixing desk and took a seat next to James. "They had, uh, two songs on the demo, I think the other song is an original piece...I can't remember the name of it." He took the laptop from James, as they both searched for the song, stopping when he had found it. "Here it is, it's called uh... 'Lost Bloody Mary'."

"Lost Bloody Mary?" Nick laughed. "I like it."

He liked their style, weird but the good kind. The intriguing kind that made you want more.

"Play it 'en mate!" Matt encouraged happily, ready to hear another of their songs.

Before the assistant could press play, however, James turned to the band with an ultimatum. He was still concerned about the fact that it was an unsigned band. "Look, I know you guys are excited but this band needs to be scouted properly." He started, gauging their attention before he continued. "So, we'll send a representative to one of their gigs, film it and have it sent to you lot to decide whether you want them supporting you or not, okay?"

At James' words, they all nodded in agreement of the plan, apart from Alex, who was too stuck in his own mind to be fully coherent. 

For him, the decision had already been made. He didn't need to see them perform to know that they were the one thing that he had been looking for this whole time. He didn't need to see what they looked like to know that her voice alone was what he had craved. 

They were fresh, raw, uncut and rough around the edges. It was everything he had wanted to have on the tour with them, something different, something... imperfectly perfect.

High Priestess.

Alex smiled as the band's second demoed song, an original composition, began to filter through the studio speakers. 

They were gonna be the next big thing.

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You know you love me

‧₊˚ 📸 ✩ ₊˚ Multiple ships - EAH Gossip Girl AU

⭒ desc: After a rat infestation shuts down the school, students from Nottingham High get transferred to different schools all over New York. Sparrow and his friends ended up being part of the unlucky few who were sent to Ever After Prep. Being thrust into the world of the disgustingly rich felt like diving in head first into a pile of rocks. Tensions between the students were high enough, but after an anonymous blog starts spreading gossip it all rises to another level. Secret relationships, millions of dollars, and nosey teenagers were already a recipe for disaster. But it seems someone is trying to make every student's life a living hell.

⭒ content: this is a story with a full plotline!! you do not have to have seen Gossip Girl to understand but there are some references that are funnier if you have. mentions of drugs and alcohol. - THIS IS NOT A FULL RECREATION OF GOSSIP GIRL - its eah characters in a gg inspired universe with reimaginings of iconic gg plotlines.

⭒ wordcount: 3,171

cross-posted on ao3 !!

⭒ note: i'm currently working on cross-posting all the works I'm working on to this blog and i'm working on the second chapter of this so stay tuned!!

Chapter 2

Chapter 1: The Devil Wears Pointe Shoes

Once upon a time, in the far away land of Manhattan, New York. There was Ever After Prep, a school for the ultra rich kids of the highest of high society. Founded by Wilhem and Jacob Grimm in the 1700’s, the school is just as pretentious as you'd imagine it to be. 

The building has a castle-like structure, making it stand out against all the modern office buildings. A testament to its insistence on upholding traditional values and promoting what they believe is the best of the best. Which usually included relatives of the school's alumni, making it hard for anyone else to enter. 

The school's website is a showcase of pure gloating with pop ups of all their achievements everywhere. Sports trophies, sold out plays, they had a team for every single niche hobby. It was pretty much guaranteed that if there was a competition for it, they’d win it. 

The students are even more self-absorbed and cocky – not to mention, judgmental as hell. Manhattan’s elite love to boast about how great EAP is. Those who didn’t attend were very much looked down upon, no matter how much money you had. So it’s no surprise that parents and students rallied up when they found out their exclusive school would be hosting students from Nottingham High School for their second semester. 

Nottingham High has been EAP’s rival ever since it was created. A public school with great extracurriculars and professors that received basically the same education as the ones in EAP, started to sound a lot better to most parents in the city. So when some Nottingham students were transferred to EAP for the rest of the semester, students took it as a call to arms. 

Ever After students made their opinions on Nottingham very clear. They weren't like them, so they didn't belong. They branded them as outcasts and excluded them from student events. But even in a castle flooded with snobby, rich teens and only a couple exchange students from Nottingham, the small group stuck together and made the best out of their situation.

Sparrow Hood quickly made a name for himself. 

A punk guitarist with a loud personality easily challenged EAP’s atmosphere. He focused on having fun and broke a lot of rules. He was open about how he hated the megarich students and they hated him back because his band would crash events to get more exposure.

His main enemy? Apple White.

Apple basically ruled the school. Most if not everyone at the school saw her as an angel. She was at the top of her class, participated in several extracurriculars and had at least 1,000 hours of community service. But Sparrow didn’t fall for any of that crap. He saw through her act and knew that in reality she was just like everyone else. Immature, kind of selfish and without a clue of what they’re doing. The only reason she was seen as an angel was because she’s Snow White's daughter.

If people from Nottingham hated the rich, they hated Snow White even more. She was probably the worst governor New York ever had. All her rules made her rich friends richer while everyone else got their leftovers.

Sparrow hated them. He hated them and their Dior suits. He hated their fine china. He hated their long ass limos. But after the rumors that they were involved with their school's infestation spread, he hated them even more. He hated the hypocrisy of it all. They spoke about helping those in need while judging them for seeking refuge in their part of town. 

Apple represented all of that hypocrisy to him. She swore they didn’t have any problems. They didn’t hate each other, they just disagreed from time to time. But Sparrow knew that deep down she saw him as a threat. She represented everything the rich stood for and he was beginning to take her down. 

But she tried her best to ignore him. Deciding she had other things to worry about. 

“You guys wanna go to Beanstalk later?” Sparrow asked, while dumping his books on the table. 

Lunch time at EAP was insanely different. It was better that's for sure, but it was more expensive. Even with financial aid, paying nearly $20 for lunch everyday was insane. 

“Can’t, I got practice.” Hunter replied. “Already missed two this month, and Daring’s already looking at me weirdly.” 

“Please, I’ve literally never seen Hopper even pick up a bow.” Sparrow rolled his eyes. “If anyone needs to be kicked out it's him.” 

“Yeah, but Hopper’s daddy funds the Athletics program. It’d be a grave mistake to lose him.” Hunter said, mocking what he had overheard the coach saying once after practice.

As annoying as it was to have Daring and his lackey controlling their every move, Sparrow didn’t want Hunter to lose. He knew how passionate Hunter was about his sports and he didn’t want to ruin his chances of being in a good team. Even if that meant having to overcompensate while the rest did the bare minimum. 

“I can’t either.” Ramona chimed in. 

“Oh my god, are you serious?” 

“I’m sorry! I have to pick up Cerise, the train comes in at 4.” She defended herself. 

“Okay, I’ll just go with you and we can go to Beanstalk after!” Ramona immediately rejected the offer. “Are you crazy? I’m not taking Cerise to a bar.” 

Sparrow pouted. He knew better than to argue with Ramona. She always got the final word. Especially when it came to her sister. He laid his head on the table, bored out of his mind. He dreaded the rest of the day. He only had Music and English left, which were his favorite classes.  But none of his friends made it to his section yet, of course, Apple and her friends did. This day was going to be awful. He tried to take a nap in order to kill time and distract himself. But as if God wanted to personally punish him, there she was. 

He audibly groaned when he saw her blonde curls bounce into the room. She waited in line, typing something on her phone while her friends talked. They all wore the signature EAP uniform. Black skirt, white button up, red and yellow tie. They all accessorized their outfits to fit their style, but it seemed like every girl wanted to be Apple so they all just wore different variations of the same shoes and bags. Sparrow hated the uniform. The gold was too shiny and the red was too deep. His white button ups always ended up with food stains by the end of the day and the black blazer made him feel restricted. At least they could customize them. He already gave up some of his music, giving up his fashion was a different type of sacrifice. 

When they all first arrived, they got weird looks because of their style. Sparrow especially. He decorated his blazer with a ton of pins and wore his tie unknotted. He wore baggy jeans that caught your attention because of their green tint and whenever you saw him in class he was doodling on his combat boots.

Suddenly, everyones phone in the room started ringing. Sparrow’s face scrunched up in confusion. His phone didn’t ring. He turned to Ramona and read the message she got. 

  TO: Ramona Badwolf Hood

         (ramonabwh@nhs.edu)

  FROM: Apple White

            (applewhite@gmail.com)

  Subject: Welcome Party!

    Dearest EAP and Nottingham students, 

These past couple of weeks have been hectic, to say the least. But in order to relieve some of the stress and get to know each other a little more, I’ve decided to host a dinner party to kick off and welcome all new students joining us this semester. 

There will be free food, live music and tons of chatting! Let’s take this opportunity to relieve some stress and get to know each other! Hope to see you all there!

Friday, January 25th 7:00PM - 11:00PM 

Spellbound Ave. 

79th street PL87

7th Floor Room 705

When at the gate just say your name and the room number. 

        With Love, 

        Apple White &lt;3. 

“Wow, okay. So she says there's no problem between us but she doesn’t invite me?” He straightened himself up.

“Well, it’s not like you even want to go so…” Hunter asked. “Yeah, but still!” 

Laughter interrupted their conversation. The sound, unsurprisingly, came from Daring and Apple’s group. Daring was standing on their table, acting out a scene till he fell. Causing their laughter. 

Hunter glared at him. “You know, I heard Kitty telling Maddie she thinks he caused the infestation.” 

“Who? Daring?” Hunter nodded. Ramona laughed. “I don’t believe that. He’s too dumb.” 

“I mean, causing a rat infestation at your rival school is a dumb thing to do.”

“Fair point.” She acknowledged. 

The bell rang. Sparrow groaned loudly. “God! I can’t handle the rest of the semester at this fucking school. I’m actually going to drop dead in the middle of chem.” 

Ramona awed at him while petting his back. “Chill out. It’ll be July before you know it. We can crash that dinner party if you want.”

Sparrow’s hopes got up and he responded a little too loudly. Loud enough for Daring and Apple to hear him and his friends laughing as everyone else left the cafeteria. Sparrow and Daring made brief eye contact as he glanced up. Sparrow winked at him and he rolled back his eyes. He walked away, Apple following him shortly.  ________________________________________

Ramona wandered the halls looking for the nearest bathroom. Even after 2 weeks of being in the school, its size still managed to confuse her. All the doors looked the same and the halls seemed to get more narrow every day. Having finally found it, she pushed the white door open. She put the hall pass down on top of the sink and stared at her hair in the mirror. She didn’t really have to go to the bathroom, she just needed an excuse to not listen to the teachers loud ass microphone anymore. 

She was deciding whether or not she should put her hair up when she noticed it. She noticed smoke coming from the disabled bathroom stall. It wasn’t fire smoke so she didn’t worry, but then she noticed the smell. Someone's smoking weed. 

She was going to leave the bathroom and let whoever was in there be, till she realized it was one of the rich kids. She could see her perfectly polished heeled mary janes from under the stall so now she was intrigued. She turned on the sink and pretended to wash her hands. She then walked to the door and opened it, but let it close without walking back. Then the stall opened. 

What a fucking surprise. Ramona had only been at the school for 2 weeks but never in a million years would she have guessed that Justine Dancer skipped class to get high. The ballerina didn’t notice her until she walked towards the sink. 

“Oh you have to be kidding me.” Her hands went to cover her face. A flush of embarrassment and worry rushed through her. This cannot be the way she gets caught. 

“How’s it going, Dancer?” Ramona stepped closer. She felt confident – cocky even. She finally knew how Daring felt whenever he caught Sparrow smoking near the bleachers. “Where’s your hall pass?” 

Justine turns towards her. Looking up to stare at her blankly. “What?” 

“Oh, yeah. Well there's this rule that you can’t walk around during classes without a hall pass. I thought you knew.” Ramona’s condescending words annoyed her. She was starting to get angry.

“Yeah, I know what the fucking rules are okay? Unlike you, some of us actually care about our future.” Ramona wasn’t having fun anymore. She struck a nerve, but unluckily for Justine, she doesn't back down very easily. 

“Well, you don’t really have to worry about that. Your mom’s just going to end up doing it all for you anyways.” 

“Well at least my parents actually amounted to something!” She immediately regretted her words. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” 

“I’m sorry… I didn’t…” Justine hesitated. She realized what she had said and she hated herself for it. She didn’t mean any of it but she didn’t know how to apologize. She knew that having a bad day wasn’t an excuse but the Ramonas words paired with her failed audition that morning really made her want to explode. 

“Justine and Ramona! What is all this ruckus?” 

They both turned to see Madame Baba Yaga next to the door. Justine froze while Ramona stood her ground. 

“I caught her playing around with illegal substances.” Justine looked at the tall girl, mouth agape. 

“Ms. Dancer! Is this true?” 

Justine blinked and quickly looked down at her feet. She sheepishly nodded, not daring to look at her teacher. 

“Well, the very least I can say is that I’m disappointed in you. Headmaster Grimm and your parents will be hearing about this. You have detention after school. Both of you.”

“Both? What for?” Ramona complained. 

“For disrupting other classes and missing part of your own. Now get back to class!”

Madame Yaga stood near the door with her arms crossed till they both left the room. Once they did, they glared at each other before returning to their classes. 

“Fucking asshole.” Ramona muttered to herself. ________________________________________

The train station was loud and crowded like always. It didn’t really bother Sparrow though. He was used to it by now. Years of living in the city and going to punk shows made it so he barely noticed loud noises. If a bomb exploded in the city, he probably wouldn’t know until it hit him. He looked around the station, trying to find something he hadn’t seen before. Everything looked the same. Same green ceiling, same yellow lights and the same old ass clock in the center. Till he saw it.

A head of white and black hair that most, if not all teenagers, in New York could recognize. 

Duchess Swan was back in the city.

Duchess was known for being a total bitch. Even those who knew nothing about the Upper East Side had heard about her. She was seen as an out of control party girl that lived life like there was no tomorrow. There were countless rumors of her doing drugs, sleeping with celebrities, stealing from designer stores, etc. Yet somehow, no story was crazy enough to take her down. She came from a long line of old money so her professional opportunities never ceased. Even though people thought of her as a disaster waiting to happen, she still had tons of friends, she had a captivating aura. Her charismatic personality was comforting and her glamor was desirable. No one truly knew if the stories about her were true and the mystery made you want to know more. Her character in general was alluring and you could easily be charmed by her. 

Sparrow knew this from personal experience. He had fallen down the rabbit hole back in his sophomore year and after the spell wore off, his interest in the ultra rich lifestyle wore off too. However, it might’ve been coming back. Even though he was tired of his life revolving around the upper east siders, he wanted to know why she disappeared for almost a year. What made her comeback? He wouldn’t have been at the station if it weren’t for Ramonas surprise detention, what if this was a sign? He wanted to talk to her. Actually, nevermind. Why bother? She probably didn’t remember him. What if she did?  

He moved his arms around a bit, trying to calm himself from the million thoughts running through his head. He knew it was dangerous to deal with the devil, but life was getting a little bit boring. Maybe it was time to spice things up a bit. 

“Sparrow?” A voice asked behind him. He turned to see a familiar head of black hair covered up with a red hoodie. 

“Hello, little red riding hood!”  

“Shut up. I need to touch up my roots.” The girl rolled her eyes, holding the hood in place. Sparrow used to tease Cerise a lot when they would visit each other during the holidays, but now that they were going to live together it was going to be a lot worse. She was not looking forward to it. 

“So, where’s Ramona?” He tried to help her grab some of her bags, but he failed. The weight of the bags surprised him. He had forgotten how fit she was. She was all grown up. 

“Oh, I thought she told you. She got detention so she won't be out of school till 5:00.” 

Ramona's sister hummed, slightly disappointed. “Hey, wanna get a banana split from Hatter’s?” Sparrow comforted her and she excitedly replied with a yes. 

They caught up with each other while walking out of the station. Sparrow spoke about how unbearable it is to attend Ever After and Cerise told him about her recent competitions. As they laughed about how Ramona managed to get herself detention only 2 weeks into the semester, the bags Sparrow carried bumped into someone. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” The girl said. Sparrow looked up and he gulped as soon as he realized who he was talking to. White and black hair, lavender streaks. 

“No, don’t worry – I was the one who bumped into you.” He helped her get the things she dropped and she just kept apologizing. Was this really Duchess or did she have a twin he didn’t know about? After the awkward exchange was over, he turned towards Cerise. A wide grin occupied her face. 

“What?” 

“Nothing…” she shook her head, still smiling.

“What?”

“I said nothing!” She laughed.  ________________________________________

e-blast #1: Welcome home!

2/8/07 - 5:30PM

Evening upper east siders, Gossip Girl here. Your one and only source to the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite. A lot of rumors have been spreading after the whole Nottingrat disaster and I was getting tired of having to explain the same things over and over again to those who don’t pay enough attention. So I thought, why not make something to document it all? However, as my name suggests, gossip about everything and everyone in the UES will be discussed here. So you all better start watching yourselves because if you think you’re safe, you aren’t! Don’t believe me? Well I have the biggest news ever. Spotted at Grand Central, bags in hand (kind of): Duchess Swan. That’s right, the queen is back! But who is this? Unfortunate Nottingham student, Sparrow Hood, seen head over combat boots over New York’s signature it girl. Poor Lonely Boy, longing for what he can’t have. If only she knew who he was. 

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Believe me now? Welcome home D! Hope you enjoyed your trip, can’t wait to hear all about it. 

                                                                                                                                            - XOXO, Gossip Girl

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Including Tyler Oakley (2) Masterlist

part one

A Series of Possibly Fortunate Events (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: It all started with a small mistake. Ok fine, not really a mistake. Dan was just too tempting for his own good sometimes. Who could blame Phil?

Or

Dan is a little shit and he knows it... and Phil's too much of a saint to do anything about it.

A Stolen Ring (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan’s not normal. Why?

He's not human, he has a mysterious ring, and he hates Phil Lester. They have a strange past, one filled with bullying and avoidance, but when Dan turns into an incubus, everything changes. He struggles with his identity and cries himself to sleep most nights, yearning to be normal. And somehow the universe makes it worse by bringing him and Phil together - in the most literal sense.

All I Want (For Christmas) Is You (ao3) - ShippingFangirl26 (IceQueenJules26)

Summary: Dan Howell's life as a student of modern piano music is completely turned upside down when he is grouped in an assignment with Phil Lester...

An Accident Waiting to Happen (ao3) - ltuhura

Summary: When Dan joined technical crew for the school’s production of The Drowsy Chaperone it was mostly because PJ was the head of design. He was planning on stealing free cookies and avoiding lifting heavy set pieces, not having some random emo kid steal his heart and then avoid him.

blow a kiss, fire a gun (ao3) - The General Phanchild (orphan_account)

Summary: "If I don't improve... he'll absolutely obliterate me. And there's nothing I can do to stop him." Secret Agent “Gold,” or Dan Howell, is less than thrilled when he is forced to team up with new recruit “Amethyst,” Phil Lester. Phil is a former trainee; clumsy and overly apologetic, while Dan’s six years of experience have left him skilled and stealthy, yet completely emotionless. Throughout their mission to bring a mysterious super-villain to justice while travelling the city of Tokyo, Phil tries to come to terms with his illogical fear of Dan, while realising what Dan's true intentions with him are.

Blue Fish (ao3) - potatocakesparker

Summary: Daniel Howell is the lead vocalist and guitarist of alt-rock band, 'Hanging Grims' he created with his best friend, PJ Liguori. Last night, he played a normal show and did a meet and greet. This morning, he woke up with the mark of his soulmate.

Chapter Two (ao3) - HandleWithCare

Summary: All Phil wanted was the newest Stephen King novel. What he found instead was even better and may have even changed his life. No matter how good or bad chapter one is, sometimes, you just have to be brave and turn to chapter two.

came out new (all because of you) (ao3) - kanertazers

Summary: five times dan told someone about his relationship with phil (and one time he told everyone else)

Desires (ao3) - A_Million_Regrets

Summary: What would you do if you were suddenly hauled from your inauspicious life and dumped into an unforeseen catastrophe with your worst enemy?

Dan Howell and Phil Lester completely and utterly hate each other. They fight every time they meet, and all of their friends are tired of it. But one day, these two hot-headed, reckless men stumble through a secret passage in a mysterious old house and wake up on a strange island uninhabited by other intelligent life forms. They only have each other and no way to escape. Will they fight to death, or will they learn to trust each other in a world where no one else exists? Can they put aside their mutual hatred for each other to survive this misfortune?

Give Me A Try (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: Dan, a bartender at 'Habenero', Brighton's hottest gay club, has been obsessed with AmazingPhil, the openly gay Instagram model for a long time. In all the fantasy meet-cute scenarios Dan has imagined for he and his semi-celeb crush, none of them involved him being at work, being soaked in various liquids, or being halfway through a Saturday night hell-shift. Sometimes, life doesn't wait around for your plans.

home is where the heart is. (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: 16 year old Daniel Howell had always felt out of place in his dad's fancy apartment or under the Singaporean sun. Life was not bad, but being the son of a British expatriate banker divorcee with commitment issues meant that there was never a home.

Inspired by the only constant in his life, a similar aged British youtuber by the name of Phil Lester, Dan decides to move to his supposed homeland Britain on a whim, in the hopes of escaping his bubble of isolation, and maybe find the place where he truly belonged.

Somehow Dan lands himself in one of the few notorious all boys boarding schools in Britain, one that has bizarre traditions, vicious inter-house competition and way too many attractive boys; and a roommate who had been Dan's best friend all along, even if Phil Lester hadn't known it.

Dan finally found home.

I could be your crush (ao3) - iwoulddieforthisship

Summary: Sometimes crushes are best left alone

It's So Meta Even This Acronym (ao3) - Dieupardonne, Mazabrei (Dieupardonne)

Summary: Dan Howell and Phil Lester lead anything but normal lives, but they were content with the direction they’d taken and happy with their current situation. But soon, they begin to realize that things aren’t right anymore; they’re not in the world they should be.

Looks Can Be Deceiving (ao3) - evanegg

Summary: The new kid that scares everyone because of his looks teaches Dan that you really shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

Misunderstandings (ao3) - iwoulddieforthisship

Summary: Phil was breaking up with him. Dan was sure.

Realized I Can't Not Be with You (ao3) - whoops_ima_dannie

Summary: dan and phil are crew members on fall out boys tour

Sometimes being a vampire can really suck (ao3) - tol_but_smol

Summary: Soulmate vampire AU! Every vampire has a soulmate, they can be human, vampire, any gender and when they meet you know they’re your soulmate.

Sweet Tooth (ao3) - phantasizeit

Summary: Searching for a new beginning in London, Dan stress-bakes to cope with his blundering through the adult world. Luckily, his hot, older neighbor, Phil, has a sweet tooth.

The Aftermath. (ao3) - iamalwaystired

Summary: so this is the aftermath of my fic The Gaming Video. i recommend reading that before this, hope you enjoy.

The Only Exception (ao3) - wildflower_honey

Summary: All Phil needed was some money for his mom’s birthday present. That was it. So why is he sitting in the back of a van with a bunch of gang members who somehow know every detail about him?

The Two of Cups (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan's ever helpful roomate Tyler is forcing Dan to go to the YouTuber party his friend is hosting, with the theme of 'Heavenly Bodies' to match this years Met Gala. And his friend wasn't going to let up the opportunity to get them both dressed up and have a wild so why not give it his full, especially when a hot guy he met the other day says he's turning up too.

Phil certainly wasn't expecting to meet an angel that night, but the heavens seemed to have delivered.

The Ultimate Boyfriend (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: Dan Howell is utterly convinced he'll die alone with no one to love him. He's also certain he'll never be able to realize his dream of making desserts for a living instead of dealing with his nightmarish boss.

Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, all of this is about to change.

~OR~

The one where Phil is an android custom designed to be Dan's boyfriend.

Underwater Piano (ao3) - Ariadnutau (Sirenby)

Summary: He’s gone.

“Who?” Dan hadn’t realized he’d managed to call Tyler. Or make his thoughts heard in the physical plane.

“Phil.” Ah. That surge of emotion that gurgles his voice and raises and lowers it so unattractively. Why does his throat hurt?

“What do you mean Phil’s gone? Is he dead?! When?? What happened, Dan? Are you two okay?”

Wonders Never Cease (ao3) - yiffandquiff

Summary: Dan and Phil were one of the 'it' couples at their high school until one day, Phil blindsides Dan with a break up. Hurting and seeking comfort, Dan befriends Tyler who helps him get through the first tough few months of the break up, mending his shattered heart. But Dan doesn't want to move on. He wants to be with Phil and maybe, just maybe, in the end, he'll still get to be.

[idliketobeatree]

I am begging ALL OF YOU, Good Omens fans, to listen to this song by Jesca Hoop (a lovely American singer-songwriter and guitarist), from the album "Memories are Now", released in 2017.

The Coming, huh? What a funny coincidence, right? Almost like the Second Coming?

And then it starts like this:

The song is dark and poignant, but more importantly - it is written almost like someone was plotting for a possible season 3. It's actually uncanny, how much it fits.

A quick artist background check: The narrator mirrors Hoop's struggles with religion. Raised traditional Mormon, she grew up singing hymns, and at 16 years old she lost her faith and stopped attending church. She describes the experience as freeing: she has "faith in people".

Overall, it's all too easy to imagine the narrator as Aziraphale, but we'll get back to that in a moment.

Let's focus on Jesus first. Analogically, in the song, he loses faith in himself, and refuses both Heaven and Earth to fulfill the prophecy. Jesus makes an interesting choice of alliance; he sits by the Devil. In a fit of desperation? fatigue?-- asks the advocate of Hell to help him become someone new. There's something beautiful about them being familiar, sitting arm in arm, almost friendly in the exchange. Jesus "was tempted for forty days by the Devil" (Luke 4:2), and he firmly refused then, but he goes back now: to his only salvation left.

The Devil doesn't get much characterisation, but we know he agreed to the terms. "The coming never came."

Now, back to the narrator. They're quite honest and self-aware of their role as an obeying servant to Jesus or/and God (as in Holy Trinity). In a world full of sinners it's necessary to keep people at bay, because not everyone can be saved. There's "only enough room at his table (...)/And they're coming to shut the gate/You're too little and too late". A strong implication of humans being a nuisance, a collateral damage in God's plan.

"But I don't buy it."

You see, the narrator has a strong motivation that they mention almost immediately after realising that -- good people are not getting in through the gate.

The best friend. We can assume she's someone very dear, and probably not that involved in religion. She doesn't deserve damnation, obviously. (Hello, Crowley.) Nobody does. Heaven doesn't really care about that.

The point is: they don't want to offer to save her anymore. Playing God's hand in this relationship would be an insult, condescending and belittling to her character. It's easy to be a soldier with nameless people, isn't it? Personal connections make all the difference.

There's also a little passage about not blaming your parents for "clinging to the good", which hits another personal note on the forgiving front.

The narrator is terrified of losing their sense of identity. It's a painful and slow process. Who are they, without the religion? How to fill the God-shaped hole in the heart, where it has grown large and uncomfortable, been there for ages?

The answer is: with other people.

The collective work of humanity on the matter of free will has an major impact on Earth. Our little choices contribute to the goodness as a whole, and it's not dictated nor defined by Heaven. No, it's all our doing. And we can make it a good place without religion.

Oh, and look at this. "Asking any kind of question could unravel me with one small fray"?

Pretty self-explanatory.

The song ends on an accusatory tone - at the religious figures who are mistakenly interpreting Jesus's teachings, justifying their fear-turned-hatred and "wrongdoings in his name". The narrator is scared personally, but outright - they're furious. Unable to ignore the horrifying unfairness of it all. The wars were never the intention of Jesus. He wouldn't sign another contract for massive destruction.

As a confirmation, there's a loop, a repeating of the first verses. The coming didn't came. Jesus is no longer a passive marionette on the strings of Heaven. He gives away the thorn crown - a symbol of his suffering for humanity's sins - and refuses to collaborate. He becomes an individual, maybe a different entity altogether. Needs some help from Hell, sure, but it works out in the end. No more wars. No more Heaven deciding who is worth it, and who isn't. It's just-- people, and their everyday lives.

If that isn't THE song synopsis for season 3, I don't know what is.

[myloveforhergoeson]

wait actually thinking more about that follower gap post, what is the tasw universe btr fandom's feelings towards roxy? i guess we see a bit of it in the tour letters chapter, and hopefully more in big time contest? are they public at this point? is she, as a girl their age on the team, being shipped with any other member?

hi!! the answer to this is simultaneously simple and complicated. as usual i have a long answer for you!

in short: no, btr fandom doesn’t know more than she’s their touring guitarist and if they did some research they’d find her listed as the writer on many of their songs. james and roxy aren’t public and there’s a few reasons why! as far as the fandom is aware, she just works with the band. after carlos told her he loved her at that one show tho some people might think they’re cute together but more on that later

in long: ah! i’ve already tried to incorporate this in so many ways and i have not found a way i like quite yet. i’ve set many little things up - you are so right about the letters chapter! rox makes a comment about getting some boos when carlos kisses her because we all know what fandom typically does to women who date guys in boybands 😭 in roxy’s birthday chapter, she and james get stopped in santa monica and people start taking pictures of him and he throws his coat over her head and pulls her away from the pier because of some “media training” he said he got from gustavo. jo mentions the same thing happening to her while she was out with kendall before the pair were forcibly made public by her publicist (which is also briefly mentioned; skipped that ep bc i didn’t like the sneaker storyline sorry!) so there’s little crumbs im attempting to put in here and there i just can’t decide what to do with them. i thought about adding another section onto the minnesota chapter where roxy convinces her old boss to let her have her show again for a night where she can “interview” (read: fuck around with her boyfriend in the radio studio for four hours) james and he’d forget to turn his mic off before calling her babe or something and accidentally make their relationship public but 1) the chapter was already way too long and 2) like what do i do then. write an even longer chapter the next time around to fix what i wrote previously? i do not have the same time i used to when i started writing this to just get down like 20 pages a night LMAO. i loveeeee writing don’t get me wrong but it’s just hard for me currently and low interaction on original portions of the story are not very motivating. (but i’m not writing for the engagement don’t worry! it’s just a bonus!!!)

so yeah like it’s THERE it’s just not there.

besides. i want james and roxy to have a conversation about it too but i think he’s probably tweaking out about it bc of gustavo’s “training” and she would love to be public i just don’t think she understands what being in the spotlight really means and she doesn’t want to come off as too pushy because he hasn’t brought it up. neither of them really know what to expect from a public relationship with a public figure. but i mean. they’re out to their friends and stuff obviously! so maybe that might come back to bite them in the butt later idk. i have literally so many thoughts about this i promise itll be in there at some point i just don’t know when :)

i imagine at this point in time the band members each have like the lower end of a 60-100k follower count? i really have no basis for this though. i’ll have to give it some more thought!

tysm for your question eeee!! love seeing things tagged rames on my dash :) <3

[claudia-nomusaabara]

3, 4, and 17 for Magnus and Abigail!

@fishklok (finger guns)

3. a headcanon that canon doesn't disprove

Magnus

Magnus is quite particular about how a certain piece of his songwriting and an instrument should be performed down to the T. He DOESN'T LIKE IT when someone decides to go off script from anything that was practiced earlier because:

It's taking attention off the rest of the group/his ideas for the song.

It fucks up Magnus's concentration and flow.

It's like his creativity is getting spat on.

Abigail

The lady KNOWS how to have fun and to relax when given the chance.

Going by Abby saying "There? I'm not so bad." with a genuine smile in Writersklok and giggling at Dethklok's weak wrists after "tugging the snake" too much is proof of that for me.

I can imagine she has thousands of funny stories she can tell about about her work as a record cleaner and her personal life.

Her favorite memory was working as an apprentice under her uncle who was a record cleaner himself and one of these rock stars got so pissed at her uncle's critiques, the singer pulled his pants down and farted into the microphone.

4. a headcanon to spite canon, specifically

Magnus

Not only was Magnus the original creator of Dethklok but it would've added so much to the story if he held a legitimate grudge against his former band mates as well.

Think about how it's revealed in "Depths of the Humanity" that the rest of Dethklok screwed over a lot of people to get to the top and see the full story of how Magnus became the first one to get screwed over.

Especially my version of him where not only did Magnus watch them succeed and get betrayed by people he thought were his friends, but he gets to be an audience to his replacement getting accolades after a successful side project and the girl (Vanessa).

In my version he still fights Nathan or tries to (Urkel vs Mike Tyson in his prime) due to stress of perfecting their first album but stabbing him was a rumor that got legs and kept walking.

Sure, Magnus is doing okay financially as a ghostwriter and session guitarist (thank you for this idea by the way) but he always gets hotter than fish grease seeing Dethklok on his TV.

Abigail

Abigail would've wanted Pickles and Nathan put in work to prove why she should get involved with either of them.

Pickles is a fun guy and Nathan does have a caring side to him (both of them do), but she needs to see something of more substance from them.

It's why I have Abigail just being paired with Nathan to kill off the love triangle because I would've loved to see these two butt heads more but they respect that the other stands their ground when needed before fully working together.

17. favorite fanon relationship

Magnus

This goes out to you because the way you write Charles and Magnus together is amazing. You make it easy to believe that they would get together if other circumstances were at play and realistically show how they work as a couple.

Seriously I could believe those two being together in canon if the writers went that direction.

Abigail

I LOVE the idea of her and Skwiss being together, both of their personalities could mesh well if they were allowed to interact more. Her and Skwiss getting together along with Abigail and Toki are my favorite reverse uno card couples for Doomstar.

[mywifeleftme]

32: The Who // Meaty Beaty Big & Bouncy

Meaty Beaty Big & Bouncy The Who 1971, Track Record

The Meaty, Beaty, Big, OR Bouncy Personality Assessment Quiz

Which of the following looks is the most *you*?

Suede fringe jacket, no shirt, nipples exposed to the sun like the staring brown irises of an idiot god. (1 point)

The loudest shirt imaginable and a pair of headphones taped around your head. (2 points)

Skeleton costume. (3 points)

Union Jack blazer, imperious glare. (4 points)

First job?

Sheet metal worker. (1 point)

Radio repairman. (2 points)

File clerk. (3 points)

N/A. (4 points)

What is your drug of choice?

Weed. (1 point)

Booze. (2 points)

Cocaine. (3 points)

Children’s documentaries. (4 points)

If you were an animal, what kind of animal would you be?

A gender euphoric centaur. (1 point)

A Muppet. (2 points)

An ox. No, too obvious. A spider. (3 points)

An anteater. (4 points)

What side of Brexit were you on?

Leave (1 point)

I had been dead for 38 years. (2 points)

I had been dead for 14 years. (3 points)

Remain (4 points)

Do you feel like you’re more of a…

Singer. (1 point)

Drummer. (2 points)

Bassist. (3 points)

Guitarist. (4 points)

The following question is for demographic purposes. Which uh member of The Who would you say you are most like?

Roger Daltrey. (1 point)

Keith Moon. (2 points)

John Entwistle. (3 points)

Pete Townshend. (4 points)

Okay, time to total up your points.

If you have seven to eleven points YOU ARE MEATY (ROGER DALTREY)

You are a good-natured himbo with the fluff and affect of a spaniel. On your band’s early (and best work) you are constantly forced to play against type (often to hilarious effect) by singing deviant pop about compulsive masturbators, enforced transgenderism, dimwitted police, and blind pinball messiahs. You will spend 60 years of your life enduring the jabs of an unappeasable snob who claims to despise you, despite the fact that yours is the most important relationship he will ever have. He will never forgive you for being happy simply playing the hits, but the fact that you are means he can go on playing them too. One of you will die first, but only you could survive it. You made some of the greatest rock music there ever was.

If you have twelve to eighteen points YOU ARE BEATY (KEITH MOON)

You are a hyperactive child in the body of a lecher from an Italian softcore sex comedy. You play like a cartoon of a jazz drummer whose stool is slowly being heated up by the devil. When you’re not doing that, you’re pulling faces or standing on your head or dynamiting toilets for a laugh. When no one’s paying attention to you, you cease to exist, so you make sure that doesn’t happen, ever. It is abundantly clear you will be the first to go, but when you do everyone else will have to become an adult for real, and that’s the end of it. You made some of the greatest rock music there ever was.

If you have nineteen to twenty-five points YOU ARE BIG (JOHN ENTWISTLE)

You are a looming, cigarette-smelling presence with the black humour of the Grim Reaper in bellbottoms. Because your ambitions as a singer and songwriter have been stifled, you turn your corner of the stage into a fiefdom of ever-more elaborate stacks of amplifiers, pouring your energy into bass lines of impossible, virtuosic dexterity. In perhaps rock’s most spectacular collection of undiagnosed personality disorders, you are the depressive. You relish your reserve and fuck-off aura but grow bitter no one tries very hard to see past it. Though it is obvious to everyone you are the most gifted musician in the group, you founder without the rhythms and cashflow of arena tours. You will not grow old. You made some of the greatest rock music there ever was.

If you have twenty-six points or more YOU ARE BOUNCY (PETE TOWNSHEND)

You are the sharpest pencil, wreathing your religious fervour for pop music in weary sarcasm and absurd pretension. Early on you sang like a choir boy and played guitar like a choir boy on Dexedrine, scribbling out naughty little doodles until someone dragged you offstage by the ear. With a hand from Mark David Chapman, you now find yourself the most dyspeptic survivor of the British Invasion, treating the opportunity to regularly perform into your seventies for tens of thousands as a leaden obligation. Because your best ideas are as adolescent as they are brilliant, your access to inspiration withers with age. You’re left playing your skewed teenage anthems to greying audiences you hold in contempt, alongside a golden god yob who is the living embodiment of who they would be if they had his gifts. You’re mean to him, but not nearly as mean as you are to yourself. You made some of the greatest rock music there ever was.

32/365

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Question - Ray Toro x Reader

Prompt: Q: Question (How do they confess? Is it the big question, or something smaller but just as intimate?)(from this list) Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Word count: 2 138

Tiredly you ran your hand over your face. The brightness of the computer screen was already tuned to the lowest setting, you had a small lamp burning in the background and most of the software’s design was dark anyway, but still your eyes hurt terribly. A glance at the clock confirmed your suspicion that it was not only the screen brightness that hurt your eyes, but also the amount of time you had spent staring it at.

You had been here since the early morning, only doing a lunch break around noon, and a coffee break around five, when the band had left. My Chem was working on another album and as their trusted assistant they had asked you to help with… well basically everything. Before ever having worked with them you had gathered experience with mixing and producing music, tour booking, promotion and and and, although most of it had been for smaller, local bands.

It had been Ray who had suggested you should be given more freedom in the things you wanted to work at for them. So after having spent the entire day in their company, helping them mix the tracks, you had settled back into your small office in the production company, beginning with the design for the covers. The cover art had been chosen weeks ago, but now title, band name and all the writing needed to be added. It was as much fun as it was nerve wracking.

Just when you had finished adding one text, and zoomed out, you found it looked awful and went back to changing everything again. But now, at almost 2am, you were ready to give up. At least for now. Anything you changed now, was just likely to look awful tomorrow- well, later today.

Saving the current file under a new name, you turned off the computer and grabbed your jacket from the hanger next to the door, before turning the small lamp in the corner off as well.

The lights in the corridor outside flickered to life as you left the office, blinding you momentarily. Groaning at the brightness, you blinked, trying to get used to the lights as well as trying to get rid of the tiredness so you could drive home.

Ray would absolutely give you shit for staying so late at the office again. He always told you, you needed to take better care of yourself, and every time he did, you ignored the fluttering in your chest, instead arguing that you worked best this way, just like he would sometimes not step out of his office for three days straight.

It was a recurring pattern: both of you working without proper breaks and the other getting protective, reminding each other how important breaks were. At the same time, you both understood that you had these creative phases in which you had to work lest you wanted to go mad. But that rational understanding did not mean your heart did not flutter every time Ray reminded you to take good care of yourself.

It was all too easy to imagine he had some personal interest in you being well, even when you knew that in reality he just needed you to be healthy so you could work for the band as effectively as possible. Besides: why should someone like him take interest in you? You were the person in the background. Best case scenario? Nobody noticed you were even there. That meant you had done your job flawlessly. That the band constantly noticed you and tried to involve you in their work was a bigger compliment than you felt you deserved. But Ray was still the guitarist of one of the biggest bands currently around, loved by fans and worshipped by critics. He was certainly one of the kindest men you had ever met, not to mention one of the most talented and most hard working as well. Even if he were looking for a relationship, he most certainly would not look for it with you.

Still you could not blame yourself for falling for him. Anyone with at least a half-way decent taste in men would. And now that winter had wrapped its cold, dark fingers around the city, you just could not help but secretly dream about cuddling into Ray’s side and holding his hand. He always looked so warm, with his long hair, his soft eyes, his gentle smile. He could be the biggest goof, the craziest little nerd you had ever met, but his rambles were endearing and his jokes always made you laugh without fail.

Tiredly, lost in thoughts about Ray and about how much you wanted him to like you back, you shuffled to the back door of the studio. You had your hand already on the handle, when suddenly you perked up. From one of the control rooms faint music sounded out into the corridor. Irritated, you stopped. You had been absolutely certain you were the last one in the building, after all it was in the middle of the night. Walking back, you tried to identify the room the music sounded from, and stopped in front of one of the control rooms. The ‘recording’-light was turned off, so you listened to the gentle plucking of guitar strings for a moment before you pressed down the handle of the door and pushed the door open just far enough to poke your head in.

In the dim, orange light of a small reading lamp, you were able to make out a man sitting on the floor, long, curly hair reaching past his shoulders, guitar in his lap.

At the sound of the door opening, he stopped and turned around.

“I thought you had gone home with the others,” you inquired, raising your eyebrows at Ray.

“I did…” he confessed, unfolding his long legs, and getting up from where he had been sitting. “And then I couldn’t stop thinking so I came back.”

“I heard you play something new,” you noted. “Are you planning to add onto the new album?”

“Not really… it’s just something I’ve had stuck in my head for a long time,” Ray rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, holding his guitar in the other. “I wanted to get it out of my system before I forget it.”

You were burning to know what he had been working on, but if the past years of working with him had taught you anything, it was that he shared his music once he was ready to do so. Anything before that usually ended up making him feel incredibly uncomfortable, and you were more than happy to respect his boundaries.

“Well, in that case…” you trailed off. “Just don’t stay too long. Even you need a few hours of sleep every now and then. Good night Ray.”

You were already back out of the room, the door almost closed when he suddenly called for you.

Confused, you stopped and pushed the door back open, raising your eyebrows at him.

“What’s up?”

“I-“

Ray stared at you wide eyed, his left foot tapping a quick, even rhythm, his fingers clenching and unclenching around the neck of the guitar; safe signs that he was stressed and nervous. You hated when he did that. Not because it annoyed you, but because it made you feel so helpless. In these moments there was nothing you could do to help him feel less nervous, and right now you seemed to be the cause of his nervousness.

Tilting your head at him inquisitively, you encouraged him wordlessly to keep talking. He swallowed thickly before speaking again.

“I- it’s just… I don’t really know how to say it.”

“Whatever it is, you know you can be honest with me. I promise you that I won’t be mad, okay? You can just say it. I don’t need fancy words.”

“It’s not something you’ve done,” sighed Ray, averting his eyes for a moment, before looking back up to you. “No fancy words needed?”

“No fancy words needed,” you reaffirmed.

“I like you. To be honest, I’ve liked you for so long I don’t even know how long anymore. And I don’t think it’s just liking either. It’s so much more and so much stronger than that.”

Completely dumbfounded you stared at Ray. The light behind his back lit up his hair like a halo and the white light falling in from the corridor made it look like he was standing in a spotlight.

“I thought I was good at hiding it, but the other day the guys said they’d known for ages too, and that I should just be honest with you, so here’s me being honest. If it makes things weird, I’m sorry, but I think there’s not much use in hiding it anymore. You probably already knew either way.”

“I- I didn’t. Didn’t know, I mean,” you answered, once Ray had stopped speaking, making him groan quietly as if he regretted his confession already. “But it doesn’t have to make things weird.”

Quickly you fully stepped into the small room, closing the door to the corridor behind you, shutting out the cold, white lights.

“I like you, too,” you clarified. “I just never thought you’d feel remotely the same.”

Ray groaned again. “I thought you knew and were trying to discreetly tell me you’re not interested.”

“You mean I wasn’t painfully obvious about my feelings for- wait. Ray, hold on. You thought I wasn’t interested in you and still straight up just- confessed?”

Your heart ached at the thought. How much courage had it taken him to do that?

“Yeah, I mean… I needed to be sure, once and for all,” he admitted, still awkwardly clenching and unclenching his fingers around the guitar neck.

“I’m glad you did…”

For a moment both of you stood facing each other, not really sure what to do or say now that your feelings had been revealed.

“Uhm, I know this might seem a bit useless since you already know how I feel for you but uhm… I’d really like to take you out some time, for dinner or something. Or like… I don’t know. It’s silly,” Ray stuttered. He barely ever stuttered, which just proved that he was still terribly nervous.

“It’s not silly, and I’d love to,” you quickly answered, glad he had been the first one to ask.

“Really,” Ray smiled happily at you. “When- when would you like to?”

You shrugged, glancing around the room.

“I don’t know… are you gonna stay here for a while and play or are you going to go home soon?”

“I was about to head out… What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that I’ve waited a very long time to go out with you and don’t really want to wait a few days just because society thinks meaningful dates have to be at 8pm. And that there’s a diner that’s open 24/7 just around the corner…”

Ray’s grin grew wider, and quickly he placed the guitar in its stand.

“I’ll just grab my jacket,” he told you, heading towards the door in front of which you were still standing.

Stopping right in front of you, he looked at you for a moment, before he quickly leant over and pressed a short peck to the corner of your lips. His warm skin on yours, his chapped lips, both rough and soft at the same time, made your heart rate spike and heat shoot to your cheeks, the spot where he had touched you tingling.

“Thank you,” he whispered, before stepping around you and through the door into the corridor, where the white lights flickered to life once more.

“What for?” You called after him as he jogged towards the break room where he had left his jacket on a sofa.

“Accepting me.”

He shouted back over his shoulder, leaving you to furrow your brows in confusion.

You were afraid that whatever he had meant by that would need some discussion in the future. After all, you knew how insecure he could be at times and if there was one thing you were certain of, it was that he never would have to be or should be insecure about your feelings for him.

You had barely finished the thought, when Ray already reappeared, fighting to slip into his jacket. By the time he had reached you, he had managed to tuck both sleeves over his wrists, and zip the jacket closed.

“Let’s go,” he decided, surprising you by taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. Shyly you closed your fingers around his bigger hand and smiled to yourself. When Ray saw your expression, he chuckled. “Trust me, when I tell you you’re not the only one who has waited far too long for this.”

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[sizhui]

hi angie!! i have afew questions abt ur new band ocs!!

1. is annies fixation w jesus religious in nature and is she religious?

2. what are all the other members relationships w emese? i imagine being significantly younger than most of them would result in some very different kinds of treatment!! also whats her bf like does he come to their shows?

3. why is dia so spiteful towards emese if so why did he let her join to begin w? did he object and get vetoed or something?

HI DEAR LAB!!!! thank you so much for interest in them :3 ♥️♥️♥️

1. Annie actually isn't very religious - she was raised christian, but she's agnostic and ambivalent about the question of Jesus being God - he is more like a celebrity to her. She owns so many religious items (almost called them Jesus merch....) but if you asked her whether there is life after death, she'd be like "mm i don't think so....!" She has an icon of him in her phone cover like an idol photocard....

2. It took Annie and Emese a long time to become friends, because Annie was initially like eugh what a weird brat (is weird herself) and thought she was a lot more mature than Emese, but the truth is Annie isn't very mature at all, so they started getting along after a few gigs. they have matching icons on Instagram by now, and they bond a lot over being unable to stand Dia. Dengbao is like Emese's strange uncle. He initially feels a tad awkward and embarrassed around Emese, but since he has a few younger female cousins he simply starts treating her the way he used to treat them and they work pretty well. Emese teases him sometimes that if he doesn't quit smoking and get serious with relationships, she'll become like him and he just feels The Horrors for a moment HAHA!!!! Dia is pretty much the one everyone has problematic relationships with, while everyone gets along with Emese. She's sweet like that.

ALSO Emese's bf's name is Karlo, he's 16 and a cooking school student. Hes a bit of a showoff kinda guy who was initially in a bully group but got rehabilitated (not because he liked Emese, he genuinely wanted to become a better person). He likes pop music and feels a bit confused about the kind of music Emese's band makes, but he comes to see them anyway trying to find beauty in it. He really wants to help Emese express herself better!

3. Dia and Emese have a....weird relationship that isn't plain dislike, but can't be called affection either. Dia approached Emese with a lot of antagonism expecting her to be unable to retaliate, but she very much did and the first few weeks of their family life were terrible. But ... They're both very passionate about music, and they have to give each other that. Dia can't stand his little stepsister, but more than that he can't stand a mediocre guitarist. They see being in a band together as a way to compete and blow off steam - since they decided not to argue and fight as though not to make their parents sad, they can always fight through music..most of their concerts end up in them trying to outloud and outshine each other HAHA

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𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍        (  familial  )  —  showing  results  for:  alexander  ortega  (  our  alberto  rosende  fc  )'s  family  (  mom  and  dad  +  2  siblings  ). their  wiki  page  says  they  are  25/55  range  and  photos  of  them  look  like  utp  (must  be  latin  descent). news  articles  state  the  following  regarding  their  relationship:  the  ortegas  are  very  famous  and  elite  acting  family  in  hollywood,  and  are  known  to  only  have  good  works  under  their  belt. they  have  conquered  both  the  english  and  spanish  market,  and  the  parents  are  industry  giants. the  three  young  ortegas  seem  to  be  taking  the  same  path. the  oldest  should  be  up  to  35  years  old,  alexander  is  31  and  the  middle  child  and  the  youngest  ortega  shouldn't  be  under  25  years  old. you  don't  need  to  reach  out  @booscratchbook.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  (  misc  )  —  showing  results  for:  jonathan  yoon  (  our  hwang  hyunjin  )'s  bandmates  (singer/guitarist,  guitarist,  &  bassist). their  wiki  page  says  they  are  23-25  years  old  and  photos  of  them  look  like  any  fcs. news  articles  state  the  following  regarding  their  relationship:  the  band  was  formed  in  a  shitty  university  study  room  with  a  group  of  project  mates  that  were  fucking  around  too  much. one  thing  turned  into  another  and  they  were  in  a  heated  discussion  about  the  greatest  music  in  history,  all  of  them  settling  on  pop-punk  being  the  genre. that  erupted  into  a  round  of  high-fives  and  even  deeper  into  their  individual  connection  to  music,  somehow  figuring  out  they  had  all  played  an  instrument  and  were  actually  really  good. with  a  bunch  of  raised  brows  and  questioning  looks  around  the  study  table,  they’d  agreed  to  test  out  how  they  sounded  altogether  and  the  rest  was  history. two  years  after  forming  (in  2020),  they  were  playing  a  gig  at  some  shitty  dive  bar  where  they  were  scouted  by  a  representative  from  one  of  the  largest  record  companies  in  the  world. after  meetings  here  and  there,  they  were  signed  and  have  since  gradually  started  to  rise  to  fame. you  don't  need  to  reach  out  @idlecoded,  but  can  if  you  have  any  questions.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍        (  romantic  )  —  showing  results  for:  luciana  labaki  (  our  emeraude  toubia  )'s  husband.   their  wiki  page  says  they  are  33  -  43  and  photos  of  them  look  like  callum  turner,  can  yaman,  lakeith  stanfield,  jeremy  allen  white,  any  male  fc. news  articles  state  the  following  regarding  their  relationship:  headlines  read  "love  in  shreds  ⸺  marriage  on  the  rocks"  and  fans  speculate  if  the  pair  is  facing  relationship  apocalypse... y/m  and  luciana  have  been  privately  separated  for  quite  some  time,  but  they've  kept  their  marital  status  intact  for  the  sake  of  their  joint  business  venture. struggles  to  maintain  their  public  facade  while  seeing  other  partners  have  turned  their  relationship  into  tabloid  fodder;  complete  with  whispers  of  infidelity,  open  marriage  rumors  and  juicy  gossip  about  polyamorous  adventures  that  have  sent  social  media  into  a  frenzy. by  now,  i  imagine  that  their  business  partnership  has  started  to  show  signs  of  strain,  especially  as  they  struggle  to  maintain  the  illusion  of  marital  harmony  in  the  public  eye,  and  they  are  itching  closer  to  a  divorce. career/occupation  utp,  all  you  need  to  know  is  that  they're  co-founders  of  an  entertainment  company  &  premium  streaming  service. you  don't  need  to  reach  out  @mvndobizarro  (  but  you  can  if  you  want  to!  )