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techygeeks · 17 days ago

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Rockstar: A Soulful Journey Through Music

Released in 2011, Rockstar follows the emotional and artistic journey of Janardhan "Jordan" Jakhar (Ranbir Kapoor), a young musician whose ascent to fame is fueled by heartbreak, loss, and a deep, burning passion for music. Directed by Imtiaz Ali, the film beautifully explores Jordan’s transformation from an innocent dreamer to a tortured rock star. Alongside Jordan is Heer Kaul (Nargis Fakhri), his muse and love interest, whose fleeting presence ignites a profound emotional and artistic evolution within him.

At Ruh Radio, broadcasting on 1440 AM, we are deeply connected with the music of Rockstar, as it perfectly encapsulates the struggles, passions, and aspirations of Jordan’s journey. Composed by the legendary A.R. Rahman, the soundtrack is a masterclass in musical storytelling, each track amplifying Jordan's emotional and artistic growth. Here, we explore these iconic songs, each one a testament to his transformative journey.

Kun Faya Kun

"Kun Faya Kun" is a deeply spiritual track, performed by A.R. Rahman, Javed Ali, and Mohit Chauhan. Set against the backdrop of the Hazrat Nizamuddin Dargah, this song symbolizes Jordan’s surrender to a higher power and his quest for self-realization. The phrase "Kun Faya Kun," meaning "Be, and it is," is a moment of spiritual awakening for Jordan, marking the beginning of his journey toward true artistic freedom. For our listeners at Ruh Radio, this track remains a favorite, offering peace and connection with the divine through its soothing melody and powerful message.

Jo Bhi Main

"Jo Bhi Main" reflects Jordan’s inner turmoil, as he grapples with his identity and the price of fame. Sung by Mohit Chauhan, this introspective track delves deep into Jordan's confusion as he struggles to reconcile his true self with the public image he must uphold. The haunting lyrics by Irshad Kamil speak to anyone who has ever felt misunderstood or alienated. We often hear our listeners connect with this poignant anthem, making it a timeless favorite for those who struggle with finding their true voice in a world full of expectations.

Phir Se Ud Chala

A song about freedom and the pursuit of dreams, "Phir Se Ud Chala" is an expression of Jordan’s desire to break free from societal constraints and follow his musical path. Sung by Mohit Chauhan, this track combines elements of folk and rock, creating a soundscape that mirrors Jordan’s restless, wanderlust-filled spirit. For the our audience, "Phir Se Ud Chala" is a song that inspires hope and the courage to chase one’s dreams, regardless of the obstacles in the way.

Sadda Haq

"Sadda Haq" is an electrifying anthem that captures the raw intensity of Jordan’s inner rebellion. Sung by Mohit Chauhan, this song channels Jordan's frustration with societal norms and his refusal to conform to expectations. The powerful guitar riffs and intense lyrics create an undeniable sense of defiance, making "Sadda Haq" an empowering anthem for listeners who refuse to be boxed in by conventionality. This song has become a rallying cry for independence and freedom.

Tum Ho

"Tum Ho" is a haunting love ballad that beautifully captures the bond between Jordan and Heer. Sung by Mohit Chauhan and Suzanne D’Mello, this song expresses the tenderness and tragedy of their love story. The simplicity of the arrangement enhances the emotional depth, making it one of the most beloved tracks from the film. Tum Ho often resonates with listeners who have experienced the complexities of love and loss, making it a cherished song on our station.

Nadaan Parindey

"Nadaan Parindey," another powerful rock ballad by Mohit Chauhan, speaks to the theme of returning home—both physically and emotionally. The lyrics echo Jordan's realization of the emptiness that comes with fame and his longing for true connection. This song strikes a chord with listeners who seek authenticity and meaning in their own lives, making it one of the most requested tracks that delve deep into the emotional landscape of self-reflection.

Sheher Mein and Hawaa Hawaa

"Sheher Mein" and "Hawaa Hawaa" offer a glimpse into Jordan’s early, carefree days before he becomes entangled in the darker side of fame. While "Sheher Mein" captures his excitement as an emerging artist, "Hawaa Hawaa" highlights his playful, carefree spirit. These songs represent the innocence of youth and the untainted dreams of a young artist before the weight of the world begins to take its toll. At Ruh Radio, we often hear our audience reminisce about their own youthful ambitions, making these tracks a nostalgic favorite for many.

Through the synergy of A.R. Rahman’s compositions, Irshad Kamil’s powerful lyrics, and Mohit Chauhan’s emotive vocals, the soundtrack of Rockstar remains one of the most impactful and soul-stirring albums in Bollywood history. For us at Ruh Radio, this collection of songs is more than just a soundtrack—it is a musical journey that reflects the complexities of life, love, and the pursuit of one’s true calling. Rockstar continues to echo in the hearts of our listeners, connecting deeply with those who have ever loved, dreamed, or struggled to find their true self.

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libidomechanica · 6 months ago

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survivorsfm · 1 year ago

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* INCOMING REQUEST : + 3 new wanted connections have been added — reuven eshkol aronov ( jon bernthal ) is looking for his WEB WEAVER, his SONGBIRD & his DORM NEIGHBOR. find more at the source + under the read more !

attention, bighorns ! our prestigious community member REUVEN ESHKOL ARONOV ( yes, the one that looks an awful lot like jon bernthal ) is looking for his DORM NEIGHBOR. we’ve heard the wanted one is utp years old and looks a lot like theo germaine, jung ho - yeon, omar sy, jameela jamil, rish shah, bae suzy, daniel kaluuya, megan suri, any other underused fc preferred, utp. the bulletin indicates you DON’T HAVE to contact the mun at @ofherbalisms to fill this search. we’ll be on full alert, the outcome of this quest may be highly beneficial for our sanctuary !

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

this muse is reuven's neighbor in the dorm's wing that he shares a wall with. as such, they've both gotten a really in depth understanding of how the other lives and who they are at their most vulnerable. it is not in reuven's nature to prod so he has never directly asked this muse anything about what he's accidentally overheard, but if he hears that they've been upset recently he will do a kind but anonymous gesture, like leaving a flower on their doorstep, or some other act of service or gift. he is not the best with words, but i imagine the two of them having maybe had a few moments of vulnerability here and there, and having a distanced relationship that is still somehow silently emotional and intimate and wholesome. this connection is open to any type of dynamic ( platonic, found familial, romantic, somewhere in between or nothing truly established at all ! ) and i would love to plot out all the fine intricacies.

attention, bighorns ! our prestigious community member REUVEN ESHKOL ARONOV ( yes, the one that looks an awful lot like jon bernthal ) is looking for their SONG BIRD. we’ve heard the wanted one is utp years old and looks a lot like seychelle gabriel, pinar deniz, taylor zakhar perez, logan lerman, bruna maquezine, kento yamazaki, owen teague, ayo edebiri, any underused fc preferred / utp. the bulletin indicates you DON’T HAVE to contact the mun at @ofherbalisms to fill this search. we’ll be on full alert, the outcome of this quest may be highly beneficial for our sanctuary !

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

this muse is someone that reuven likes to listen sing at night. they live somewhere in the dorms wing close enough to his window that he can hear them singing, and he will sometimes strum his guitar as they do. they've never formally met, but this muse has helped his nighttime anxiety and has unknowingly sung him to sleep a few times. he finds a lot of comfort in their voice, but can't for the life of him figure out who's voice it is he's been listening to for the past few months. this connection has the potential for any dynamic ( platonic, found familial, romantic, enemy, etc. ) or nothing at all beyond what is written here !

attention, bighorns ! our prestigious community member REUVEN ESHKOL ARONOV ( yes, the one that looks an awful lot like jon bernthal ) is looking for his WEB WEAVER. we’ve heard the wanted one is utp years old and looks a lot like taylor russell, josh heuston, chelsea zhang, sebastian chacon, whitney peak, daniel kaluuya, amar chadha patel, jade eshete, michaela coel, precious lee, steven yeun, any underused fc preferred / utp. the bulletin indicates you DON’T HAVE to contact the mun at @ofherbalisms to fill this search. we’ll be on full alert, the outcome of this quest may be highly beneficial for our sanctuary !

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

this muse is an unrecognized poet in the community. they secretly write a poetry journal that they leave hidden in the masses of books in the library that reuven accidentally discovered a while ago and began reading. he noticed after a few weeks, when returning to finish the book, that it had gained new words and pages. overtime he has grown to respect the inner mind of the writer, but as it is unsigned he's never found out who the poet is. they are his web weaver; the one who strings beautiful and tragic words together that bring him some peace in these horrifying times. he is attached to them through their words and has tried to find out who they are to no avail. nobody but themselves knows they are the author. this connection has the potential for any dynamic ( platonic, found familial, romantic, enemy, etc. ) or nothing at all beyond what is written here !

#wanted connections.#appless rp #oc rp #mumu rp #active rp #forever in love with the kind of energy m brings to our group :')#and all of these are so WHOLESOME i was like 'this is my fav' when i read the neighbor one but then the rest were as good and beautiful ???#hooooooooow !!!!!!!!!!

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stylesofh2o-a · 4 years ago

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#musings: sung-ho

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tooweirdforyou · 4 years ago

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Ily and I'm so proud of you 🥺👉🏼👈🏼💙 keep up the good work my child 🍪

With that being said, ima request for the first time 😈

Can you hit me with that Luffy, prompt 16 ? Do it however you like 😚

Holiday Prompt #16 With Luffy

A/N : I hope I didn’t already use this pic- thank you for requesting!!! 🥰🖤 ilyt :DD thank you for being proud of me, 🍪 🥺 hope you enjoy this! :))

H.P. #16 : “I pray Santa doesn’t give me coal this year..”

Summary : In which, Luffy decides to cheer up his significant other and shine the positivity of Christas spirit. not good with summaries

“Do we really have to do this?”

Hearing the Christmas music being played and sung by Brook in the background, you sigh softly at the sight of Usopp, Chopper and Franky cheering and singing the lyrics loudly to their hearts content.

Sanji was in the kitchen, whipping up a special feast for dinner, Zoro was napping on the deck and light snow falling down upon him.

Robin was currently on the upper deck, unboxing the many decorations that the two girls, Usopp and Luffy bought to hang around the ship, while you and Nami were setting up the decorations on the Christmas tree.

“Why not? It’s a tradition and plus, it’ll be fun to celebrate with the crew.” Nami smiles as she hangs another ornament up onto tree.

You only sweat drop at the sight of Luffy screaming the lyrics with a huge grin.

“NEXT SONG! YO-HO-HO-HO~

Chopper the Blue-Nosed Reindeer

Had a very shiny nose

And if you ever saw it

You would even say it glows

All of the other humans

Used to scream and call him names

They never let poor Chopper

Join in any human games!

Then one foggy Winter day

One human came to say

"Chopper, with your nose so bright

Won't you come home with me tonight?"

Then how the humans loved him

As they shouted out with glee

"Chopper the Blue-Nosed Reindeer

You'll go down in history!””

You smile slightly at the lyrics and just shake your head at Luffy’s weirdness and hung up another decoration.

“I don’t know, I guess I just think it’s so.. over the top. Especially with Luffy begging to invite everyone we’ve met to celebrate with us..” you mutter, trailing off as you thought back to your memory from yesterday.

Nami scowls at the memory and you could see the tense aura radiating off of her. “He’s seriously insane..” Nami suddenly turned back to her cheery mood and smiles at you.

“So [Name]-“

“[NAAAAMEEEE]!”

Before you could react, you suddenly felt yourself be shoved down onto the deck, Luffy on top of you with a wide grin. “[Name]! [Name]! I have a question! Are you listening?!”

Hearing his words and his eagerness level of a child’s, you grunt a bit and look up at him hovering over you. “Yes, I’m listening. What is it, Luffy?”

Nami just stares in shock, Robin giggling a bit to herself and the others just ignored and continued to sing or do whatever they wanted.

“What do you want for Christmas?”

Taken back, you furrow your bows at him and his random question. “Uh, I don’t know.. why?”

“Because, I wanna know! Can you guess what I want for Christmas?” Luffy smiles brightly and you couldn’t help but smile at how excited and joyful he was about this holiday.

“Meat?” You mused, slowly pushing Luffy off so you could sit up properly. Luffy slides off of you and laughs. “Shishishi~,”

“Yeah! But also, I want to spend Christmas with all of you!” He grins widely with closed eyes.

The others, who were listening, were surprised before they relaxed and smiled at their Captain, hearts warming at his words.

You smile softly at Luffy and his pure heart and just shake your head, getting up and dusting off your clothes. “Looks like you’re getting everything you want for Christmas then. Your list is all checked off.”

Luffy smiled softer towards you, about to speak before Sanji interrupted him. “Oi, dinner time! Feast is all ready!”

Luffy quickly snaps his head to the kitchen with stars in his eyes and drool coming out of his mouth. “MEAT!”

You laugh at Luffy’s actions and ruffle his hair slightly, bringing his attention back to you. “Let’s go, Captain.”

“Yeah!”

“[Name], you didn’t answer me. What do you want for Christmas?”

Hearing Luffy, you glance towards him, sitting on the ground with his legs crossed and his straw hat resting on top of his head.

You two were currently alone in your room, you rummaging through your clothes while Luffy watched you.

“I already said I don’t know.. I never thought about it.” You shrug before turning away with a pout. “Though, I pray Santa doesn’t give me coal this year..”

Luffy seemed interested in your statement as he tilts his head curiously at you, confusion running through his head.

“Why would you get coal for a Christmas?” He then thought about what Makino taught him as a kid and he gasps dramatically, eyes widening.

“Have you been naughty, [Name]?!”

You blink a couple times at Luffy’s genuine shock and laugh heartily aloud, which confused the poor captain further.

“I suppose I have been..” you shake your head playfully and continue to go through your clothes, organizing your things.

“But, I don’t know, every year, I either would find myself with coal to warm myself up during the winters or I wouldn’t get anything at all.”

Luffy listens intently as he leans back on the floor before he stretches his arms and propels himself onto your bed.

“It never really bothered me whether I had something or not, but I’m not looking forward to coals anymore.” You glance back to Luffy, to see he moved and was now laying down comfortably on your bed.

He seemed to be in thought.

You close your drawer and walk over towards the bed, taking a seat at the edge and smile lightly. “What did you use to get for Christmas, Luffy?”

Luffy hums softly, staying quiet for a moment before smiling softly. “The same thing every year as a kid. Just a fistful of love punches from Gramps, and then meat and clothes from Makino and the old mayor in my village!” He laughs a bit at the memory of his childhood.

You giggle lightly and place a hand on his arm and rubbed it gently. “Sounds like a fun time.” You hum and Luffy nods with a better smile.

Soon, a lightbulb went off his head as he grins childishly. “I have an idea..”

Your smile quickly fades as a brow was soon raised towards him. “...what is it?”

Luffy didn’t answer you and only chuckles to himself as he gets up and rushes out the room, calling for Usopp and Brook.

You sigh at Luffy and stared at the doorway. “He’s a weird one.. but he’s my weird one.”

“HO, HO, HO!”

“Why?..”

You deadpan at the sight of Luffy in the all too familiar red and white outfit, a fake white beard over his face and the proper red hat to go with.

“Luffy, what are you up to..?” Usopp and Nami sigh and Luffy clears his throat. “I’m Santa!”

“Don’t be stupid.. who would actually-“ Sanji was interrupted by a yell.

“WOAH, ITS SANTA CLAUS!!” Chopper shrieks in awe, eyes widening with stars inside, at the sight.

“Never mind..” Sanji sighs, exhaling a puff of smoke from his lit cigarette.

Franky, Brook, Robin and you stood from the sidelines and watched, before you walk over to Luffy and grabbed at his exposed cheek.

“Wow.. who knew Santa was so stretchy?..” you joke, pulling at his skin and watching it stretch out, Luffy grunting a bit.

“Oi! Stop that!” He shouts before clearing his throat again. “I’m Santa Claus, and I have presents!”

“PRESENTS?!” Chopper and Usopp yell in unison and you sigh once more at them and their gullibility.

“Yep! And I have a special one for [Name]!”

Now this piqued your interest. “For me?” You question with brows furrowed as Luffy reached into his bag and pulled out a box.

“Mmh! Someone told me you were afraid of getting coals this Christmas! So I came to give you something else instead!”

You eye him suspiciously before opening the box and widening your eyes.

Reaching in, you grasp the item in your hand and pulled it out, staring at it closely.

Then, a small smile broke from your lips.

Luffy stared at you closely and waited for your reaction. “Wellll? Do you like it?” Luffy was no longer doing his deep voice and was now back to his regular self.

The others stare in silence and curiosity, wondering what it was.

A snort escaped your lips as you smiled wider. “You’re so.. weird, Luffy.” You mumble, staring at the object in your hand and held it tightly.

Luffy grins as he pulls down his fake beard to show his warm smile.

“This is much better than coals. I love it, thank you Luffy.” Clutching it tight in your fist, you wrap your arms around Luffy and hugged him tightly, to which he gladly returned.

“Shishishi!~ I’m glad you like it!” He smiles warmly with his eyes closed and faint blush appearing on his cheeks.

You gave a light peck to his cheek and took a look at the item once more, a genuine smile embracing your features.

...

“Wait, what is it?” Usopp asks, interrupting the sweet moment between the two of you.

You chuckle and held it up in between your fingers. “It’s a rock with a smiley face on it.”

Silence overtook the crew.

“HAH?!”

a/n : I feel like this wasn’t my best work— but I still really liked this, even if I couldn’t think of anything 😅 but I hoped you all did too!! So sorry this took a while and if it’s not what you expected either! :(

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #x reader #luffy x reader #one piece writing #holiday prompt #monkey d. luffy #monkey d. luffy x reader #op

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seamayweed · 3 years ago

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fic meme

Thanks for tagging me, @blueberry-cheese-pizza <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

6! I’m a very slow writer and frequently suffer from writer’s block!

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

59506 words.

3. Top five fics by kudos

Mánagarmr (Vikings)

The Earth Still Burns (Final Fantasy VII Remake)

Second Chances (Thor)

Peony Lantern (Naruto)

like gathering drops of rain (it’s useless) (Batman Movies (Nolan))

4. Do you respond to comments, and why?

I really do try to respond to comments, though it’s rarely in a timely fashion. I love it when people share their thoughts on something I poured all my heart and soul into. Sadly I don’t always have the spoons to respond :(

I also have a bad habit of starting WIPs and then abandoning them, and I end up feeling so guilty that I can’t reply to newer comments (though I always read and appreciate them). This is why I’ve decided not to post unfinished WIPs anymore.

5. What’s the fic you have written with the angstiest ending?

It’s def red dust (it’s not stardust)! Then again, it’s pretty much angst from start to finish. It might very well be the darkest thing I’ve ever written even if it’s not very explicit and more emotionally/psychologically driven haha.

My gremlin heart simply craves angst, darkfic and non-con stuff. All my most self-indulgent fics contain these things and I don’t regret it at all!

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Hmmm I think it’s Peony Lantern, since it ends on a hopeful note.

7. Do you write crossovers, if so what’s the craziest one you have done?

I may have written a few crossovers veeeery long ago. Let’s not talk about them shhhh.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Luckily, no!

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I love reading and writing smut so much! I think the kind I write is a mix of entertaining/titillating (in a way that personally appeals to me first and foremost) and character-driven. Trying to put the sheer emotionality, raw vulnerability, intensity and sensuality of this experience into words is such a fun challenge each time!

I like my smut consensual, non-con, dub-con, the whole sliding scale, whether healthy or abusive/toxic... and I’ll give almost every kink a chance if it’s well-written. There are so many kinks that I wanna try my hand at writing too!

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so?

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Hmmm no on this one too.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope and I don’t think I ever will!

13. All time favorite ship!

There are so many, I can’t decide! I love all the ships I write about and more... For My Country it’s Seon-ho/Bang-won & Seon-ho/Hwi (but let’s be honest, Seon-ho/Sung-rok too), for Vikings it’s Bishop Heahmund/Ivar the Boneless, for Thor it’s Thor/Loki/Balder, for FF7 it’s Sephiroth/Cloud... The list goes on and on. As you can see, my ships usually comprise of swordmates! ⚔

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you will?

*sigh* It’s my Mánagarmr fic. I tend to crash so badly after posting a fic and the writer’s high fades, and convince myself that my writing is horrible... which happened with this story, but what really killed my muse is how the show completely butchered the characters. I don’t have the heart to ever abandon a story of mine completely, and hope to pick it up again one day!

I’m also working on my unposted Seon-ho-centric Bang-won/Seon-ho AU where they start a political alliance about one year before the First Strife. Seon-ho frees slaves, actually makes some political changes, and finds his own children small found family in the form of Bang-seok and his siblings. There is some Seon-ho/Hwi too (though it’s not the main pairing), with some hints of Seon-ho/Sung-rok. But who knows when I’m going to finish and post this, if I’m ever going to post this one day haha.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Apparently I’m a purple prose monster! The nicest comments I’ve gotten have told me that my writing reads like epic poetry and that it would be a crime against humanity if I ever stopped writing. Another commenter said that I have a talent for writing evocative grossness (as a compliment) lol. I treasure each and every one of them in my heart <3

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I’m wordy af and a perfectionist. I’m working on this!! Dialogue is hard. I can also get a bit too enthusiastic with my flowery language and purple prose haha. Should probably cut down on the sprawling introspection too.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

It’s a cool thing to do! Languages are cool! If you deem it necessary, you should def include it.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

The Batman movies by Christopher Nolan. The Dark Knight (2008) left a very deep impression on me!

19. Fave fic you have written?

My absolute fave is Mánagarmr, with Second Chances being a close second. Though The Earth Still Burns was such pure, mindless fun too. I just love all of my fics haha.

Tagging @illwynd, @argents-huntress, @alwaysbethefirstonetodance and anyone else who wants to do it. No pressure tho! :D

#meme #fic meme #thanks for tagging me for this meme!#reminded me that i should focus more on writing again haha

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years ago

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Harmonies

@bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher gave me some ideas in the tags of my last little drabble and i couldn’t stop myself? I’m not even sorry, Jask just deserves all the love and hair pets.

Pairing: Jaskier x fem!reader

Warnings: none its free range organic fluff

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You were propped up in bed, reading and relaxing for the first time in a very, very long time when Jaskier knocked on your door.

“Yes?”

“Oh good, you’re up!” he slithered in with his lute in hand and skipped across the floor to sit on your bed, “I need your ears. This melody is being rather stubborn tonight.”

You closed your book and set it aside, “Let’s hear it then.”

He picked at his lute strings and his face settled into a somber thoughtfulness as he hummed along with the melody.

“No words yet?” you asked.

He shook his head and continued playing as he spoke, “They haven’t snuck up on me.”

You nodded, settling into the pillows even more and holding your arms out to him, “You need to rest that beautiful musical mind of yours.”

He tilted his head continuing to pluck away, "No I need to work out the melody."

You pouted, "And what if I need cuddles?"

"Well that changes things, doesn't it?" He lifted his lute strap over his head and gently set it on the floor, crawling across the bed to lay between your legs with his back to you. He shimmied about until he found a comfortable spot, resting his head in the middle of your chest.

You ran your hands over his shoulders, down his chest and arms in varying soothing patterns, "Glad you see it my way." You teased.

He tilted his head up to flash you that winning smile, "Always, my love. I'd be a fool to argue."

You laughed and brushed the hair out of his eyes, "I think it's time I give you a trim."

"Only if you help me with this song."

You sighed, carding your hands through his hair as he settled back to his comfortable spot, "Sing it for me again."

He hummed the tune a couple times over as you listened, basking in the way the vibrations permeated every last cell in your body.

"Needs a harmony," you decided.

"Oooohh-ho-oh! You're a genius, woman! Here, sing it for me, unless you want to do the honors."

You smiled and kissed the top of his head, "You're the music man, I'll take the melody."

You continued raking your hands through his hair as you hummed along, breaking into giggles when the two of you found the pair of notes that resonated perfectly to sound like a third.

"My beautiful muse," Jaskier sighed when you'd sung through it a couple more times, "whatever would I do without you?"

"Suffer in an artistic wasteland?" You offered.

He flipped over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your stomach, "Most definitely. I suffer whenever you're not near."

#jaskier #the wticher #jaskier drabble #jaskier x reader #jaskier x fem!reader #jaskier fan fic #the witcher drabble #the witcher fic #jullian alfred pankratz #listen i just really wanna sing with this dumbass and maybe braid his hair for funzies and snuggle bc he looks like he gives the best hugs

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smylealong · 4 years ago

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Fan Fic Asks: here you be! F, I, M, N, R, T, U, X, Y!

Thanks for the ask, @terribleteej F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“You said your father will devour you. Were you serious?”

Seon-ho took a bite instead of replying. He could see Seon-ho form the words in his mind, as he chewed on the meat. He made a show of swallowing the morsel and wiping his mouth before saying, “Yes.”

“Really? It took you this long to come up with that? Such a biting wit!”

I'm particularly proud about this bit of dialogue because this reflects Seon-ho's penchant for dramatics, Sung-rok's no nonsense attitude, Seon-ho's rarely glimpsed impish humor and their weird but wonderful camaraderie in one tiny, bite-sized snapshot. I love it!

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Boys Over Flower fics. The So Yi Jeong-Chu Ga Eul fics to be specific. I love them.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

So many. Mostly wildly AU crackfics that will never see the light of the day. But if I have to share one, I'll go with the Hunchback of Notredamme inspired Zutara AU.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Yes, Subterfuge. I do intend to finish it, but my muse is not cooperating. At all. And I hate that.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Many. Cinda Williams Chima. N.K. Jemissin, Brandon Sanderson, Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe to name a few.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Every character having sexual tension/attraction, thereby completely negating platonic relationships. I'm a big proponent of genfics. I want to read the progressions of non-sexual, non-romantic relationships. So.. I guess the trope I can't stand is the absence of gen fics.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

@sadviper: I like the details and the richness of her works.

tiffaniesblews: The worlds she weaves are just *chef's kiss*

Tullyblue: Her characters are so spot on!

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Aang. Sometimes I find him to be an insufferable, selfish and entitled little snot and I enjoy making him suffer.

Y: A character you want to protect.

Have you met me? I put my characters through hell! LOL. NO ONE IS SAFE!!!!!

#Fandom ask

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rosaliefms · 4 years ago

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new york’s very own 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 was spotted on broadway street , with a striking semblance to 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒎 ! you may know them as @𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 or hitting the front page of tmz as 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿 . according to tmz , you just had your 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being obstinate , but also intrepid . things that would paint a better picture of you would be 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘀 , 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 & 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 . ( cis female + she / her ) ( career / voice claim : jennie kim )

hey all , i’m shay , sadly in the gmt timezone and i go by she / her pronouns . i’m super excited to be here again and i’m glad this group made a comeback . this is a very new muse and i’m still fleshing her out so if you’d like to read a little more about her , you can find it under the cut and i can’t wait to plot with you all !!

° ⁎ ⋆ 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔

full name: rosalie moon .

face claim: jennie kim .

nicknames: rosie mainly , rosa and rose ( but you have to be real special for her to let you call her this one ) .

age: twenty two .

sexuality: bisexual .

date of birth: 14th december 1998 .

place of birth: manhattan , new york .

° ⁎ ⋆ 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

education: graduated highschool and went to culinary school .

occupation: singer / business owner .

drinks, smokes & drugs: only drinks sometimes .

° ⁎ ⋆ 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

zodiac: saggitarius .

MBTI: ESFJ .

likes: bouquets of flowers in every room , baking at least twice a week , glazed donuts , butterscotch milkshakes , dogs , summer picnics in the park , sunglasses for each outfit , an updated instagram , neatly organised closets & grilled cheese sandwiches .

dislikes: rude people .

bad habits: none .

hobbies: reading , cooking , baking & painting .

fears: none .

positive traits: affable , allocentric , altruistic , benevolent , cordial , diligent , humble , jovial , optimistic , punctual , reverent , staunch & virtuous .

negative traits: boisterous , enigmatic , fanciful , indulgent , mealymouthed & reticent .

inspired by: amy santiago ( brooklyn nine nine ) , josie saltzman ( legacies ) , pam beesly ( the office ) & phoebe buffay ( friends ) .

° ⁎ ⋆ 𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚

born in the heart of the city , rosalie was born to sung-ho and sera moon one cold decembers morning . her father is currently a plastic surgeon with his own practice while her mother is a socialite essentially and former tennis player . their careers couldn’t have been more different but they made it work , eventually marrying and giving birth to rosalie .

with her father’s practice just starting up at the time of her birth , they were somewhat average at the time , living a fairly normal life and so rosalie was never spoilt and didn’t grow up surrounded by everything she could possibly dream off . instead , it took years before the practice actually made any profits . all it took was one celebrity to be spotted leaving the place and business sky rocketed from there . the practice was full for months at a time with limited appointments and celebs willing to pay ridiculous prices to just be seen and so it was no surprise that as popularity increased so did the moon’s wealth .

the family were quick to relocate into a newer and much deserved bigger home , boasting more bedrooms than they ever needed but that didn’t matter because they’d earned their place among the rich and wealthy in new york . rosalie’s mother began to spend most of her time socialising and meeting with the high ranking neighbours and her father was continously working hard to maintain the life they were still adjusting to . as a result , rosalie was left to her own devices , free to do as she pleased and take up whatever she liked to the pass the time .

art was one of her first discoveries , realising that she enjoyed painting , liked the serenity of making something come to life and she often filled the bedrooms with her framed artwork . this quickly stopped once she hit her teen years and instead she turned to music , quickly discovering she had a voice that might actually do well . her mother had close contacts with producers and agents and rosalie was quickly signed up and went on to produce her own music for a while . she even went on tours , met fans and more and though she enjoyed this , she wasn’t sure if it was what she really wanted to do .

it was one afternoon alone when she had to cook for herself that she realised that was what she wanted to do . food made most people content and she wanted to do exactly that , to please people with her food and so after some convincing , her mother set her up with some critics who gave her advice she’d never forget . do whatever it takes to get your name and food out there . and so that’s exactly what she did . she’d spent hours in the kitchen , pouring her heart and soul into her food to then give it to fans and paps outside and it gave her the push she needed .

diving into her own savings , rosalie sought out her first restaurant , finding an ideal location in the heart of the city to open up rosalie’s . she took full responsibility for the development , design and promotion of the restaurant and even cooked behind the scenes on opening night . and as interest grew in the place , her time suddenly became more and more limited . she was offered a book contract and has recently signed a tv contract for her own slot on day time tv to showcase what she can really do .

currently , she still adores singing ( she’s still a part of blackpink ) and does it to please fans and she’s also juggling the running of her restaurant and starring on her own tv show . when she’s not doing that , she’s painting or just chilling at home .

° ⁎ ⋆ 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 & 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

is very soft , basically a sweetheart and will definitely let things slide unless said things concern her friends or family , then she’ll have a stern word or two to say about it .

big believer in second chances ... within reason . she’s the kinda person to see the best in everyone until they give her a reason not to .

loves people and socialising and conversations about something and nothing

is probably the kinda friend to turn up with muffins or whatever concoction she decided to bake

has two pomeranian puppies called chewie and han

° ⁎ ⋆ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

pr relationship - maybe they’re friends , maybe they can’t stand one another but pretending to be romantically involved benefits them both . idk this could be fun

roommates - idk this could be fun , just a couple people living together , having movie nights every week and hosting pool parties . bonus she’ll cook for all her roommates too .

best friend - self explanatory . probably a ny native , someone she’s grown up with her and is probably her oldest friend . they’ve stuck by one another through thick and thin and they’re still going on strong .

ex - friends - they were friends once upon a time but something drove them apart , whether it was their new careers , opposing opinions or the fact they grew up , something pushed them apart and they’ve not made up since .

girl squad - who doesn’t love a cute lil girl squad . just them having manicures together and spa days . they’ve been on plenty of vacations together and they always have the best nights out together too .

crush - could be mutual or not , rosalies probably too oblivious to ever realise

exes - good or bad , i imagine rosalies had a couple relationships in the past . we can figure out the finer details together

other ideas - childhood friends , neighbours , highschool sweethearts , one night stand , enemies , sibling like friendship , partner in crime / ride or die , pr relationship / friendship

#wealthyhq:intro #hopefully the formatting didn't mess up bc this is q'd akdjskfj

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sauntered-vaguely-downward · 5 years ago

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A Place to Stay, Part 8. Geralt x Reader

So I’ve finally finished. I just wanna say thank you for being patient. To anyone who has been affected by covid-19, or lost loved ones like myself, just know you are not alone, and if you need someone to talk to, I am here for you.

The Storm was still raging on violently as they made their way to the stable. A particularly strong gust of wind had nearly knocked Y/N onto her arse, but Geralt caught her, holding her close to him as they pushed towards the door.

The door, which had seemed so heavy when Y/N had tried to open it flew open with ease when Gerlat pulled on its handle. Both Roach and Y/N’s horse seemed pleased to see the people before them, but more pleased at the food in the buckets they carried.

“That storm is showing no signs of getting any easier,” Y/N said quietly, taking one of the buckets to her horse.

“No,” Geralt hummed, tending to roach. He couldn’t say he was particularly disappointed in the storm's continuation. He had no desire to leave Y/N just yet.

He watched as she cared for her horse, soothing its worried groans as the storm continued to scream ahead. She was so gentle, so sweet as she spoke to it, brushing his head as she went. Geralt's heart felt as though it was swelling, and he didn’t know why. Everything about this woman made him feel whole, as though he had found where it was he was meant to be. He would give anything to have her at his side, whether that was in her small cottage, or even on his travels with him. As selfish as it sounded, Geralt wished that the storm would never end, so that she could remain near him for as long as possible.

“Are you okay?” She smiled, walking up to him. “You seemed a little bit away with the fairies just then,” she giggled, her hand reaching out and touching his arm, sending his heartbeat higher than was normal for even a witcher.

“Hmm, sorry I was just thinking,” he looked down at her, seeing the care in her eyes as she looked back at him. Not one single soul had looked at him in such a way before. “You truly are a beautiful woman Y/N, you know that?”

“That’s very kind of you Geralt,” she smiled, a blush dusting her cheeks making Geralt's heart sing. “Not so bad yourself,” she said softly. She wished she could say more, but was scared that if she did Geralt would discover that she was feeling some sort of way towards him. Changing the subject he smiled, ”We should be going back inside. You should rest, if the storm lifts tomorrow I’m sure you’ll be wanting to hit the road again.”

Geralt only nodded, a hint of disappointment rushing through him at the thought of leaving her, but she was right, he needed the coin, as much as he wanted to stay, he had to leave eventually.

With a sigh he held out his arm for her, allowing her to hold on as they made their way into her cosy house once more, to spend another evening reading and talking.

Geralt had stayed for another two nights before he left, the storm still lingering in the air as he made his leave. Each night had been much the same as the night before, they sat, oh so close together, her reading to him, eventually falling asleep beside him. He didn’t fight when she clung to him, taking her straight to her bed and allowing her to curl up beside him. Nothing more became of it, it was as innocent as could be, and yet, both longed for it to be more.

When the day came he made his leave both were unhappy, but both knew that it had to be done. She had waved him off with a bag full of food and a peck on the cheek, promising him a place to stay if ever he needed it, and he had promised he would return, saying only so he could continue the story they had been reading.

Y/N watched as he disappeared into the forest, her heart feeling as though it had been pulled through her chest and stamped upon. She shouldn’t have got attached, she had no reason to be, after all, he was a witcher, there was no chance he felt the same.

A few days had passed since Geralt had left Y/N, and each day he was away from her he felt as though the brightness of the world faded just a little. He had opted to stay in the town south of Y/N’s home, looking out to find any jobs. When his luck came up dry he went to the tavern, too concerned with the ache in his chest to care about the looks or insults thrown at him from the people inside.

Finding a snug table hidden away at the back of the tavern, he ordered an ale, and sat, staring into it, her image on his mind as he watched the dark liquid in the glass. Why was he feeling such a way for her? She was only a stranger, and yet she seemed to have ahold of his heart. He sat for hours, simply staring into the drink before him, just thinking, the images of her running wild in his mind.

“Oh ho! Look who it is!” Geralt would usually have grunted at the joyful tone that was approaching him, but he felt too lost to even bother. “Geralt! My old mate! Best friend there ever was! How are you?”

Geralt looked up to see Jaskier sliding into the chair across from his.

“Jaskier.”

“Where on earth have you been? I haven’t seen you in far too long. Was starting to worry about you,” Jaskier kept chatting away, accounting all the tales he had to tell Geralt, of new songs he had created, of women he had bed and of the husbands he had had to run from. Jaskier began to quiet as he realised Geralt had not looked up from his ale once, nor had he taken a sip since he had sat down. What really make Jaskier curious was how Geralt had yet to tell him to fuck off or shut up. “Somethings wrong, what happened?”

“I’m fine,” Geralt said in a voice that could perhaps even be considered soft.

“Clearly not,” Jaskier said, trying to not let the worry seep into his voice. Geralt looked down, he looked broken, he looked how Jaskier looked when another muse had left him… wait. “Is this about a woman?”

Geralt’s deafening silence followed but a quite hum was all the answer Jaskier needed.

“Geralt! Who is she? And what has she done that is making you look so blue,” Jaskier was careful to pry, knowing Geralt, if he wished, could throw him through the wall of the tavern.

“It’s not important Jaskier.”

“Well clearly it is. I’ve known you for a while and I’ve never seen you look so glum, and never seen you even care about a woman. She must of done something pretty horrific if she’s had this much affect on you.”

“She did not. She was the kindest woman I had ever had the pleasure of meeting.”

“Oh,” Jaskier was taken aback but Geralt, but could see the genuine pain in his chest as he spoke of her. “What was her name?”

“Y/N.”

“Did she pass?”

“No, she is very much still alive.”

“Oh, well then did she use your body and then leave you?”

“No, she was far to kind to do such a thing.”

“Then I’m all out of reasons why you could be sad about a woman. Death and her leaving me are the only reasons I’m usually sad about a woman,” Jaskier chuckled, flagging down the tavern owner to get him a drink. “What has got you so down for then?”

“I’m not too sure,” he wasn’t lying. Geralt couldn’t think why it was that his chest felt as though another moment without her it may explode, or why just the thought of the stranger in the woods brought the largest smile to his face. “Nothing happened between us, but… Jaskier, she was like nobody I have ever laid eyes upon. She took me in during the storm, there was just something about her, something that made me feel as though I was complete…” Geralt spoke of her for around half an hour, something which was unusual for a man of very little word such as himself.

Jaskier was hanging off every word until Geralt stopped speaking. Immediately Jaskier was practically face to face with Geralt, suddenly full of all the energy in the world.

“YOU ARE A MAD MAN!”

“Jaskier, sh,” Geralt hushed, feeling the looks of the tavern patrons towards him and the bard.

“There is a perfect woman out there in the woods, and you’re here sitting feeling sorry for yourself when you never even tried to kiss her?! You are not allowed to feel sorry for yourself until you at least make an effort to win her!”

“She is to pure to want someone like me.”

“And how would you know,” Jaskier scoffed. “I didn’t realise witchers also had the ability to read minds now, when did you learn that trick?”

“Shut up,” Geralt growled. “As much as I want for her to be in my arms it would be selfish of me to ask that of her, I can’t ask her to wait for me to return all the time if she allowed me to have her as mine, and what would I do when she doesn’t want me? All that would do is make me feel worse.”

“If she rejects your advance I give you full permission to punch me ten times, as a way to ease your pain,” Jaskier smiled a little smug, “but you can’t do that without at least going and giving it a shot.”

Geralt, as much as he did not wish to, had to agree with the bard.

Y/N sat in her small house, noticing for perhaps the first time in since she had moved in how empty it was. Yes, she had trinkets upon trinkets, books from ceiling to floor, but in the absence of the traveler who had much to her disappointment come and gone, her humble home suddenly felt far larger, and far emptier than it actually was.

What ever was wrong with her? He was a random man who had simply needed a place to stay, hy was his absence causing her such heartache. Nothing had come of their meeting, as much as she had wanted it to, she had no right to pine away for a man that was not hers.

In the days since his absence she tried her best to busy herself. She read her books, cooked and baked, and even took a trip on her horse to go and see her family in the town, anything to get his image out of her head.

Tonight was no different. As the night crossed the sky, bringing with it the summer of the moon and a blankets of stars, Y/N set to work making a more complicated meal than needed, something just to keep herself busy. She sung a little to herself, a song of the witcher she had heard while visiting her family, as she made quick work of the task at hand. She bathed as it cooked, and once in her soft night gown she served up just one plate of the meal, realising that she had made far more than needed.

“Maybe the horse will want some,” she sighed, sitting down at her table to enjoy the meal. Sipping on her wine she was once again reminded of the first meeting she had had with Geralt, how he sat on her chair, looking large enough to break it. A soft huff left her lips as she began to eat. The meal wasn’t all that nice, but it was food, so she ate, taking sips of her wine from time to time. For the first time she understood what was meant when people said “silence is deafening”.

Finishing off her meal, she cleaned her plate, and settled herself down in the her chair, wine still in hand. The silence continued, that was until a hard, rather enthusiastic knock, rattled on her door.

#geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt of rivier #witcher #the witcher #the witcher x reader #witcher x reader #reader #reader insert #witcher insert #witcher reader insert

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 4 #125 texts #ballad

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 5 years ago

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(Open Rp, Nsfw Rp) Halloween, Romance,Horror, Pirate Au And Autumn in "Wath of BlackScar"

On The Cold and Grimmed Night At the Old Ruins Of Port Royal..The Ship is Still Floating and tied in care and Secure. The Fog is Covering the Ground and the Light of the candles was Flickering and Flutters while the gust of Wind Howling and Whistling through the Night, Many Of the People Feared Someone Who Would Be Foolish To Summon a Demon of the Sea, Killer Of the Shadows,,,and also The Queen Of the Pirates..Every Story was Told from Generations to generations..This Old Port Royal was cursed By her. That Misty MorningWhen Traveler Came into this Ruins of the Town near sea....His Name is (Your muse here) who was Traveling to Seek a Good Mysterious Place Whom Was Not to Speak Of her Name...The People in this town,,Looked at him...They were afraid..Very afraid..They Put Picture of the Old Mystery Man being Splash in Pigs Blood and written says,,"He Betray The Queen, Queen Punish Him and Us...Who will tame her?" It made him very Spooked about this..As He went inside the Inn.. Many People Stopped and Looked at him...as the innKeeper said.

Innkeeper: Are you a Traveler??

????: Yes I am, Why are you looking at me Like this?

Innkeeper: Don't Mind them,,They haven't seen travelers Since..We Wouldn't Dare to say..

????: Can you Explain...Why Is this Place was So...umm Grim?

InnKeeper: Aye..Lads.. Close the doors and windows...

(They close the Doors and windows and put out lights and Lights up a Fire in the fireplace)

Innkeeper: Well...We've Been Ruled By the Demon Of the sea, Killer of the Shadows...and also...*Shows Him a Portrait Of Black scar* The Queen Of the Pirates..

????: Who is She?

Innkeeper: Her Name Is "Captain Black Scar"..We Don't Know How She got that Scar On her Right eye.. They Say She was Scratched By the Shadow Demon..Or Some Bloody redcoats Sliced her eye and Use Fire to Cover the wounds and Painted It Black.. To bare the Mark...

????: But..That Doesn't explain..anything..I heard This town was Cursed..is it true??

Innkeeper: Aye.. it is...Thank to No good Dirty Rotten BildgeRat Raymond Stoppable For this! He Dragged Us out into this Mess generations ago!...

?????: What DId he Do to her?

Innkeeper: Well...The Story will be Told again....The Port Royal was Once Peace..and Black Scar was Once Good, Innocent,,and Very More Humble than ever and Made a Bargain for us to have whatever we wanted for heart desire..But Until She First Met Raymond Stoppable Of Spain...They were in Love..but we warned him about her...

?????: Wait you warned him about what??

Innkeeper: There was a Law About Black scare..."He Who..betrays or Love her For Money and made a Scandal out of her..Shall be Punish with a Horrid Heinous Punishment.."

????: Oh....So thats What happen...But tell me More about it...

Innkeeper: They've been together For 2 years..But so we Knew...He..had an affair with Black Scar's Drinking wrench Name Marian Pendle... and well..She was Pregnant with "His" Child...It angers Black Scar..after She send...One of her Crew to Spy on him...and She knew...She put the Plaugue On us..and Raid this town...and Stole our goods...The Shadows Killed The Soldiers, men..Not Family men..or Married men...But Men...When her Crew Caught him and Mary...She announce of who is responsible of this Plaugue.....We were angered at Raymond...Its all his fault For Betraying the Queen of Pirates...Thats why we Splattered the Picture of Him in Pigs Blood...

????: What Happen to Him and Mary...??

Innkeeper:..Raymond Stoppable..was Hanged by Her in the Gallows...She Beheaded him and Hide the head in these walls and Burn the body....as For mary...She escaped...and never return...*Shook her head*...If we sing the Song...Black Scar Will come..and Destroy..Unless...Someone Can tame this Monster and End Our Curse...

????: Well I'll Do it..

(People gasp)

????: What?

Innkeeper: Be careful what you said Mister....She'll come alright...But comes From the Shadows Or.. She'll watch you..with her Blood red eyes...

????: Well tonight I will Summoned her...and Maybe..I'll break this curse..

Innkeeper: good Luck with that...Traveler..

That Fatal Night...When He comes out in the Middle of Port Royal, He Sees the Paper of this Song that the Innkeeper was given to him Then he began to Sing.

?????:

~The King and his men stole the Queen from her bed and bound her in her bones the seas be ours and by the powers where we will we'll roam

Yo ho, all hands Hoist the colors high Heave ho, thieves and beggars Never shall we die

Now some have died and some are alive and others sail on sea with the keys to the cage and the Devil to pay we lay to Fiddler's Green.

Yo ho, haul together Hoist the colours high Heave ho, thieves and beggars Never shall we die

The bell has been raised from it's water grave Hear it's sepulchral tone? A call to all pay heed the squall and turn yourself toward home

Yo ho, haul together Hoist the colors high Heave ho, thieves and beggars Never shall we die

The King and his men stole the Queen from her bed and bound her in her bones. The seas be ours and by the powers Where we will we'll roam.~

Then Sudden, After the Song was Sung..The Wind blows Stronger as the Light was Put out by it..as the Temperature lowered into a Coldness...then The Song was Sunged again..as Everyone sings together..and The Moon Light is Showned and the Fog on the sea is Lifted, Revealing a Ship that Breaths Fire and The People gasp and Backs Off..Then They Saw the Shadows Covering the Streets as the Blood runs..And Then..The Ship came to landing..The Crew Charge and everyone was Hiding inside of the Buildings and Then When the crew Chuckles and Snickering...when they comes out from the shadows with their Yellow eyes..and (your muse name) Was Looking around and sees Nothing but Black Scars Crew..But then He Hears the Footsteps From the shadows...The Eyes Is blood red and Reveal herself..a Demon of the Sea and the Killer of the Shadows...Not only that...It was a Queen of the Pirates herself Coming out from the Shadows...She Looked at him and Said. "Who Are Yee Lad And why Are you Summon Me?" Then He said....

#Open Rp #Pirate #Halloween #Horror #Romance

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stylesofh2o-a · 4 years ago

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Name: Sung-Ho Park (Alias: Ja ki; Moon) Age: 20 Height: 5’10” Zodiac: Aquarius (Feb 2) Sexuality: Homosexual (closeted) Face claim: Tamaki Yotsuba from Idolish7 Occupation: Member of K-pop group REIGN; Aspiring Composer and Producer Likes: Cats, seaweed snacks, piano, sleeping in, aloe drinks, plums/plum-flavored things, lounge clothes, cold weather, documentaries and dramas, classical music Dislikes: Spiders/bugs, fruit scents, tight-fitting clothing, time restraints, being overlooked/ignored, predictable drama tropes in media, math, and hot weather

Background: From the moment Sung-ho was brought into the world, his path in life was pre-decided. His mother had craved the limelight even after her retirement from the industry as a model and actress and pushed for Sung-ho’s success as a performer and musician. His father was a diplomat, often gone on his trips and with his multitude of pretty, young assistants in far off countries. His life was comfortable, living in a rather intimate neighborhood and never knowing what it was like to be without something. He craved big things because his mother had but worked hard to meet her never ending list of expectations. Often tired of her interventions, he doesn’t have the best relationship with his mother, but will continue to be by her side despite their differences. Sung-ho’s love for music stems from classical artists and soul. It began as a quiet love, something he’d admire on the screen, from the radio, or even from the street performers in the busy streets of the city. His mother tossed him into various lessons, hoping something would stick. Time and time again, he’d lose interest, having dropped dance, flute, guitar, violin, and even voice lessons. It wasn’t until lithe fingers hit ivory keys that something was ignited inside of him. Piano was his calling. While his dream in music seemed fleeting despite being deemed somewhat of a prodigy behind a piano, his mother pushed him into auditions for up and coming idol groups with the big industries in Seoul. He was recruited into an idol group with his best friend, Ha-Joon, the two taking to intensive trainings starting at the age of 13 in hopes of the “big break”. REIGN is what they called it and out of the many boy groups shuffled out into the industry, REIGN climbed to the top rather quickly while others failed time and time again. Sung-ho had polished his skills in dance and voice, but took to composing every moment he got. He worked closely with the producer that overlooked REIGN only to pitch ideas that would ultimately hold false promise. His songs were continuously shot down, often dismissed with the simple excuse that it wasn’t ‘fresh and new’. There’d come a time where Sung-ho had thought of giving up on composition all together, settling into the idea of retiring with his successes as an idol. Time went on and with it, Sung-ho’s love persisted. It itched beneath his skin, yearning for him to continue his real goal.

#musings: Sung-ho #NEW MUSE ALERT

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atinystar · 4 years ago

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abatina & anemone (for Hyuna, Sung-Ho and Woojin)

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ]

abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc . ) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ?

anemone : how does your muse view the world ; as a cruel & unforgiving place , a land full of wonders , or something in - between ? where does that world view come from ( what experiences , life lessons , etc . ) ?

Hyuna:

She has no names in specific to pin point, but as she came to know more people in her life that become good friends, even if not for along time or communicating that often, she learned that it’s okay to open up and make yourself vulnerable and open in front of others. An example of this is Xuan. He might not realize it, but he helps her just as much as she also helps him. It’s refreshing to not be on her own, truly hear the experiences of someone that went through similar situations and to just learn to laugh for once and be silly instead of worrying all the time about the future due to the ghosts within the past.

She sees the world in a between, again, she still had a difficult time to put things into words and to talk about certain hard hitting topics at times and mainly if people don’t relate, but there is some good in this world just as much as there is evil, she also believes that people come to be and act a certain way due to their circumstances and upbringing, as her brother is how he is, certainly for their father, their father is worsened by the alcohol and is also toxic due to his work and past as he was raised in a mobster family, while Hyuna herself thinks she’s way more softer since she was always closer to her mother instead of the males in the family, so she took those soft traits and fair views of the world with her mother.

Sung-Ho:

He believes that the life one wishes to have is not worth waiting for and wishing upon a star. It someone wants something in life, they should go after it. No matter how hard it seems to be. He kept hearing his father’s stories and noticed the sorrow in his tone, the longing for more of those adventures and twinkle in his eyes as stars ripped out from a distance happier life, which had him questioning the reason for why his father wouldn’t just carry on with his life the way he wanted it, while he had it, instead of living a farce instead and being a shadow of the man he used to be.

It’s a land full of wonder in his view! Simple reason: He’s half mermaid, keeps on dreaming of mermaids and has a special friend and crewmate as well, while living adventures within the deep seven seas! If that is not a world worth exploring and worth countless novels, he doesn’t know what is! Of course that there is the argument, that he left a more normal way of living and less exciting and happy life behind, but that one was long forgotten by now.

Woojin

For now he doesn’t think anything really changed his thoughts or views on life, but he knows he’s still young and that his ways might someday take a toll on him, but he tried to not give that too much thought as he afraid to face that type of thing one of these days, neither does he want to admit to it. He might be honest for most of the time, but doesn’t mean he would want to face certain truths.

Woojin sees the world as his oyster, full of surprises at times and new adventures, them being good or bad, but always interesting.

#tsundoku-rp #xhyuna #xsungho #xwoojin #musings #(alcohol) cw #(alcohol mentioned) cw #(addiction) tw #(sensitive topics) cw

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