#so he's a support dancer to the end. and also viper.

[thegreatyin]

blue mage fits lark because he's a hack who doesn't follow the rules just quirky like that

on the other end of the spectrum: astrologian fits the scoundrel because it's a class based around drawing cards and also there's a star thematic. that's it that's the only reason i chose it for them

[95jezzica]

Additional Scion Jobs

Long title: Additional Classes & Jobs I think would suit/have suited the Scions. 👀 (And no, I'm not gonna cheat and put Scholar on all of them, although in some case it would actually fit).

[Sorry in advance, the European FFXIV servers went down and they didn't bother to get them up again before the planned maintenance in a few hours, SO this accidentally became a long one post of thoughts, so I'm putting it below 'Read More']. 😂

So. Additional Classes & Jobs I think would have suited the Scions.

Minfilia Warde: White Mage. 🌟 I always wished for her to get something more to fight back with - and White Mage would fit her with the themes of seeking peace, harmony and wanting to support her friends. Seeing as Minfillia spends most of ARR stuck back in the HQ overseeing their operations it'd also make sense to make her a Healer who can take care of her returning comrades once they come back from their missions. Minor spoilers for HW/Shadowbringers, but her being White Mage could also further explain her connections and deeds later on in the game. Though there's a lot of memes about White Mage being a "green DPS" I think she'd be more focused on the healing part.

Tataru Taru: I was about to jokingly say Machinist to give her a gun, but jokes aside I'd give her the class/job Botanist. 🌼 Tataru not being a fighter but still wanting to help is kind of a plot-point within the game, and so I shall abide by the rules. (Though I suppose her being an Arcanist can still be considered canon considering the blue quests in Stormblood?). At any rate I think she'd fit well as a Botanist. Not only would it give her a way to Sneak around, but it'd also help her Gather the resources she or her friends need. As her only listed canon class is Weaver on the wiki, I'm also tempted to add Leatherworker and Culinarian into the list, seeing as we do have some moments where she already works on these even if they're not listed as canon classes (yet?).

Y'shtola "Master of Destruction" Rhul: Summoner. 🔥 No one can deny Y'Shtola is a master of magic. With Conjurer & Black Mage already under her belt it should come to no surprise I think she would continue with a similar line of study, and because of this I think she'd be perfect as Summoner. We COULD technically argue Arcanist/Summoner is semi-canon considering her past studies, but since it's not listed as one of her canon classes/jobs I shall not count it as one either, because the job is too perfect for her to ignore. Additionally I could see her pick up Blue Mage for the challenge it'd give her, even if it wouldn't be a main-job she'd use in world-deciding battles.

Lyse Hext: Dancer (and/or Monk?). 💃🏽 I was admittedly surprised Lyse's only canon listed class/job on the Wiki is Pugilist, and I honestly can't remember if Lyse ever got to upgrade to Monk, but I could have sworn she got the Dancer? Maybe I'm remembering it wrong, but either way I think she'd fit well with the Dancer job. She has always been light on her feet and being Dancer would also give her a ranged class to complement Pugilist/Monk, which is very close-ranged.

Papalymo Totolymo: I'd say Sage, after much consideration. 🛡 He was a difficult one to decide on though, but in the end I think it's the one who would make the most sense for him given the lore of Sage being a Sharlayan job difficult to master. It's also canon Papalymo studied the arcane for most of his life, so it'd make sense to give him something related to magic outside of him being a Thaumaturge. That, and I don't feel like he'd fit as a Scholar (the job), Astrologian, Summoner, Red Mage or Pictomancer. I could give a maybe to White Mage, but that's a MAYbe.

Thancred Waters: 🔫 Machinist was obviously my first thought, because hey, canon Gunbreaker already - but given his past as both Gladiator & Rogue he also has a lot of potential as Dark Knight and/or Viper, all which I feel would fit him well. Since he's already a tank with Gunbreaker I'd say Thancred getting Machinist and Viper would be the most useful for him though, and would let him use his experience at the same time as giving him better DPS stats. 🔪

Urianger Augurelt: Scholar, to the surprise of absolutely no one. 😂 xD Listen, if any of the scions deserves the Scholar job, it's him - and it'd be especially fitting for Shadowbringers and give additional reason(s) as to how and why he was able to get along so well with the fae. 🍄 Perhaps a little more surprising is instead that I think he'd also do well as a Reaper. Urianger has proven again and again he does what's necessary to save those he cares about, even at the risk of earning their scorn, and since he's already a canon Astrologian with Scholar added to the list from me Reaper is a good way to balance him out a bit to not only be focused on the healing jobs. 👻 Especially since there's already so many Scions who are Thaumaturge and/or Black Mages and I can't really imagine him taking on a job as a tank. Even with his character development I wouldn't say he enjoys being the center of attention.

Alphinaud Leveilleur: I so badly want to give him a DPS job, but tbh I don't think he'd really fit as any of them? As previous Arcanist and nowadays Scholar/Sage I could simply give him Summoner and be done with it, but it'd be kind of ironic to see him running around summoning a mini-Bahamut. If hard-pressed I'd give him Pictomancer instead, which would be a fun nod to Shadowbringers/Endwalkers as well, but it doesn't feel like a perfect fit either. 🖌 Tbh the perfect job for him would be a tank focused on magic with magical shields and the likes, and to this day I badly wish FFXIV will introduce one in the future. Sadly I think it might be difficult for them to make it different enough from Sage, so Idk if I'll ever get my wish come true.

Alisaie Leveilleur: Gunbreaker. 🔫 / "Jezzica, WHY!???" / Okay, so admittedly part of it is because it'd be hilarious to see her run around with a big gun, but given her personality a job as a tank would actually suit her very well and make her tanky enough to actually continue to stand in the aoe without moving. 🔫 Alisaie is not the healer in a battle, but doesn't mind helping out with healing outside of it. She's loud, honest, and loves being in the middle of it all. Additionally Alisaie has always been the most outspoken about how everyone is relying too much on you (the WoL). Her being a tank fits her personality really well, and quite frankly I think she would quickly become a Dark Knight if you (the WoL) ever died within the game. Given the fact Alisaie is already a Red Mage she also has potential as a Viper, but at the current time I still think Gunbreaker would fit her the best as an additional class/job.

Krile Baldesion: Another difficult one, but I'd probably give her Dancer based on vibes alone from the DT-trailer(s) and her already being a canon healer and Pictomancer. 💃🏽 She's a difficult one though, because I haven't spent as much time with her in the game yet.

Estinien "Wyrmblood" Varlineau: Defeating dragons was his entire life for so long that I think he'd struggle to be anything but a Dragoon even if he has another purpose now. 🐲 The fact that he was basically raised by the former Azure Dragoon after being orphaned wouldn't have made it easier to introduce Estinien to another job either. 🐉 Part of me wanted to put Estinien's additional job as a Dark Knight ⚔ , but tbh he's more of a "attack is the best defense" kind of guy, and he's more driven by attacking the problem than defending those behind him. 🪓 He could potentially fit well as a Warrior, but then he'd probably be a "one-man army" kind of Warrior who forgets to turn on his stance. 😂 Anyway, in all likelyhood I think Estinien would aim for another DPS if he had to add another job, and amongst those I think Reaper might actually be the best fit. Purely physically he could do a good job as Pugilist as well, but I have a hard time imagining him go around unlocking chakra(s) and/or later upgrading to Monk. x)

G'Raha Tia: 🐱 Jack of All Trades, Master of None, is yet always better than Master of One. With that said I think we can all agree that adding Summoner to his list of already many jobs is too perfect to ignore. 😂 With Archer/Black Mage/Paladin/White Mage already under his belt we probably shouldn't add more to his big list after that though. 😂 xD

[blues824]

may i request the scarabia duo with an dancer!s/o who dances to pop and other stuff if you want to add (gender neutral pls)

This is a tad bit on the suggestive side, but nothing too horrible. I don’t write smut, but if you look at my rules I do write suggestive things.

Kalim Al-Asim

Is most definitely supportive. He’s a part of the music club, and the fact that you’re a dancer just convinces him that you’re both meant to be together. Also, dancing is an important part of his homeland.

He doesn’t dance since he’s a bit clumsy, but he will definitely try to learn if you want him to. He gets a bit flustered when you adjust his body for a certain position you’re trying to get him into.

If you ever perform for either a school event (halftime show at the Spelldrive tournament) or at the Mostro Lounge, he will be front row to watch and cheer from the bleachers.

Now, I know this isn’t my usual writing style… but if you decided to give him a private dance AS A JOKE, he wouldn’t really understand why you’re laughing so hard after. Poor baby doesn’t understand what you were trying to do.

Jamil Viper

You both dance, so everyone would think it’s like the ballroom dance sequences in those romantic fantasy movies, but no. You both dance to pop and hip-hop, which is a tad more sensual.

You both like to practice together and even compete against each other unofficially. You are definitely one of the best dancers he has ever met, and he considers it an honor whenever you ask him to dance with you.

If you perform at the Spelldrive tournament, he gets a bit jealous. All the guys’ eyes are on you as you move so gracefully, and some of them are blushing. He’s the one who helps you off the stage and off the field, and will even kiss you on camera just to prove that you’re his and he’s yours.

If you decide to give him a private dance as a joke, he will play along. He will most definitely be dancing up on you. In the end, you’ll be the one flustered. What did we learn today, kids? Don’t prank Jamil because it will backfire.

[raevenlywrites]

The Ties That Bind 15 of ???

Rei stayed stiflingly close, even as we laid down to sleep. After the day I’d had--had it really only been one day?--all I wanted was sleep. I wished I could take comfort in Rei’s protective arm over mine, but what should be a thrilling indulgence was lost to exhaustion.

Karashan arrived in the morning to inform us the modest group of serpiente soldiers were in route, and this time, I sent Rei and Erica out to guide them to the Keep. I wanted a chance to talk to Karashan about how to proceed, and I wanted a break from Rei.

I was regretting the kiss more and more. I should have expected that it would change our dynamic--and indeed, it was meant to--but I missed the support of my best friend. I need my Rei back. I didn’t know who he was an alastair. I didn’t have the extra emotional energy to figure it out right now. So I sent him away, along with the overly reactive Erica, and set out for the keep with the much more level Raymond and Emune. It wasn’t lost on me that this was the pair I’d started with, and that they’d been on duty for over twenty-four hours. And Adelina...

The serpent pair had moved a little ways apart, facing the rising sun. Adelina was turned in such a way that she could watch us from the corner of her gaze, but it was clear the white viper had relaxed over the long stretch of being Zane’s lone guard. Either she was too tired to remain on edge, or I was witnessing the beginnings of our first steps towards peace.

I was also watching, I realized, the pair of serpents dance.

What I thought had been simple stretches, much like those of my Flight, were actually the precursor to a series of steps, slow and long and languorous. Hands reached high, fingers outstretched, the dancer’s up on the balls of their feet. They swayed like the trees, moved by a subtle wind that I could not see, but they could clearly feel. There was a musicality to their motions that I swore I could almost hear, an echo of memory...

“Best not to stare too long,” Karashan said, startling me from what certainly felt like a trance. I blinked too rapidly as I turned to her.

“Don’t tell me you believe all those lies about hypnotism.”

Karashan arched an eyebrow. “From what I hear tell, the Shardae magic was alive and wild yesterday, nearly coming to a full Song between you and your mother. You think our side is the only one with magic?”

I knew we weren’t, but surely it was an active thing, not something that happened simply by admiring them in the early morning sun.

I realized my gaze had drifted back to them, and Karashan gave me a knowing nod that made me want to duck my shoulders. I reacted as I always did by standing straighter.

“I want you to tell me all you know as we walk, and hopefully Zane and Adelina will offer their side of things. I know,” I said, raising my hand to forestall her obvious statement of distrust. “If they are planning something, why would they tell us about their strengths and weaknesses. I know. Believe me, General, I’ve spent much of the past several days thinking these exact same thoughts. We must proceed in good faith. As I’ve said again and again, if I am meant to fall by Zane’s hand then so be it. I will not live as if we are enemies. Peace has to come from within our hearts.”

“Peace comes from within people’s bellies,” the older crow said, “Or their pockets. Hearts are a luxury. An important one, granted, but still a luxury. If you want the Generals to follow you, you’ll have to tempt them with things more substantial than hearts. A man who’s known only war will seek only war, unless you give him something more tempting to do.”

“I should like your advice on how to handle the generals as well,” I said, noting from the corner of my eye that Zane and Adelina were wrapping up. “Either privately or in conjunction with Zane.”

I felt a headache beginning to form at my temples. Too many days in a row of too little sleep, too many worries, and too much uncertainty. How was peace proving to be more taxing than war? Or was I simply trading in one war for another? Karashan was right that the general’s council was the real problem. People like Elanor’s aunts were already living in a practical peace with their serpiente counterparts. War out here meant disruption to the vital activities of daily life. War in the council hall meant about as much as particularly compelling duel or chess match. They had all started their lives as actual soldiers, yes. But the pawns had made it across the board and now sat comfortably with the power of queens.

I was getting tired of all these too apt metaphors.

-

“Our monarchy  isn’t quite as defanged as yours,” Adelina said, apparently oblivious to the pun. “The Cobriana’s have always led their people into battle personally--but then, well. You saw Gregory.”

The normally brash woman grew pensive, eyes scanning the trees for potential threats, but also to avoid looking at either Zane or me. Zane’s youngest brother, Gregory Cobriana, had been only fourteen when he’d died on the battlefield. I’d lost my youngest brother Xavier in same battle. Xavier had been there to sing our people into strength; his gifts had always run strongest towards shields of subtlety and hiding. While not creating true invisibility, such songs did give our soldiers a measure of unnatural stealth needed to match the natural speed and athleticism of serpiente soldiers. I had no idea what advantages the Cobriana brought to their people. Gregory had died in my arms just as slowly and awfully as any avian I’d ever sang to their final rest.

I wrapped my arms around myself, cold and miserable. I was not used to so much walking, and my heart and body were equally sore. I tried not to let my discomfort show--especially in light of Zane’s extrasensory  awareness of my emotional state--but the memory of holding Gregory’s dying body was awful, and I was already so exhausted.

Zane’s shoulder brushed mine and I startled, coming to a stop. I gave him questioning eyes; Zane was entirely too bodily aware to ever brush me on accident. His eyes were lost, wide and dark and haunted. Had he been anyone else, I might have taken his hand.

And why not? Just because he was Zane Cobriana? I’d held Gregory’s, why not his?

“You were the last person on earth to feel his heartbeat.”

That statement stopped me cold, hand almost reaching for his, but not quite.

“Yes?” I made the word a question, an invitation to speak further. I had no idea where he was going with this.

“I...”

His eyes rolled shut, closed down with pain, face falling away even though he was no longer looking at anything. Adelina came up behind him, hand resting on his shoulder, body molded to his back. It should have been unseemly, but it was so obviously a gesture of comfort I could see no impropriety in it.

Adelina looked at me from over Zane’s shoulder.

“Among our people, we process our grief by sharing it. A burden carried by many hands is no burden at all.”

Zane pressed back into Adelina, eyes still closed, but face smoothing. I felt suddenly awkward, not at their display, but at the idea that my presence could add anything to it. This was so far removed from anything I’d ever seen in my own court--

Except, didn’t I also let Rei hold me this way, in those quiet moments alone when it was all too much. The only difference was the serpents weren’t hiding it.

And that they were asking me to join them.

“Please,” Adelina said, startling me with the softness of her petition. “As he said, you were the last to feel his brother’s heart beating. If it moved you at all, share that grief with us. Let us remember him with you.”

What could I do but nod and offer them my hand?

It felt too intimate to take his in mine while Adelina was holding him. Somehow, pressing my hand over his heart felt exactly right.

His chest was smooth and solid beneath my hand, tight with the developed muscle of practice and use. I felt an obvious mound of scar there, lines and ridges as harsh as the injury that must have caused it. What I didn’t feel was the heat of another living body, the rapid staccato of a frantically beating heart. Zane’s body was cool, barely warmer than the early morning air around us. And his heartbeat was a slow and steady drum, thick and rhythm, the perfect backbeat to the dance I’d seen him doing with Adelina.

Did all serpent’s hearts beat like drums? Or was it only this heart, who had to keep steady so many could follow it?

Gregory’s body had been cool, but I had thought that the effect of his injuries, and oncoming passing. I had thought his body slowed in preparation to be stilled, but Zane’s was just as stilled, just as chilled. Marveling, and acting only out of the distraction of fascination, I touched Adelina’s hand on Zane’s shoulder. Just as cool, just as still, like the unbroken quiet of early morning.

A natural bird will sun itself in the morning, wings spread wide to soak up the sun. A natural serpent will bask at all hours, their bodies at one with the world around them, heat rising and falling with their movement and environment.

A serpiente will bask in emotions in just the same way.

I felt the moment my memory passed to them. Not a literal sharing of recollection, but the emotion of it. The pain, the hopelessness, the helplessness--and the determination to see it through to the end. My guards had urged me to leave him, to pass this one by. Not that one, my lady. Not that one. I had knelt by his side as I would any other, holding his hand and singing songs of peace and comfort. They were never empty, when I sang, though some days it was harder to hold onto their meaning than others. For the magic to work, I had to sing with my whole heart. So I sang to Gregory Cobriana and thought of my brother, and wished desperately that this would be the last. I sang Gregory Cobriana to the ground, and tried to sing the war to sleep with it.

I had not realized I had begun to sing again now. It was only when Raymond’s voice joined mine, filling out the song with the rich tenor tones that I had never gotten to hear from his cousin, my dear Vasili, that I became aware of my currently reality again at all. How easy would it have been to be lost in those memories? How easy to dwell in that dark place that waits behind our eyelids, where past and future swirl and bleed into one another, and time stands still? But Raymond’s song pulled me back, and Karashan joined too with a simple harmonizing alto. I hadn’t realized the general could sing--but of course she could. All soldiers learned to sing, if for no other reason than to recognize the Shardae songs at work.

Only Emune, Zane, and Adelina remained quiet, though I could have sworn I felt the serpiente heartbeats shift under my hand to match the cadence of our joined song.

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[the--blackdahlia]

Biggest Fan (Vince x Reader)

Title: Biggest Fan

Summary:  Vince and (Y/n) have been friends for years, and she is his biggest fan.

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of.

(Y/n) sat in the crowd, watching as Vince stood on the homemade stage singing covers of old songs. It was a party that his current girlfriend was throwing, and of course, she was going to be there to support her best friend. Rock Candy was a popular cover band and (Y/n) loved hearing Vince sing. She remembered back in the summer between junior high and high school when she got deathly ill and had to spend weeks in the hospital, Vince had made her a tape of him singing her favorite songs to help cheer her up.

She still had that tape and listened to it from time to time.

“This one is for all you trouble makers out there! It’s Smokin’ in the Boys Room by Brownsville Station!” Vince announced into the microphone, getting a cheer from the crowd. (Y/n) smiled and clapped as the band launched into the song. She eyed three guys at the edge of the party that looked out of place. Well, two of them did, with their long black hair and pale skin. But the third she recognized from school. He had been younger than her, but they had been in marching band together.

After Smokin’ in the Boys Room, the band started in on My Kinda Lover by Billy Squire. (Y/n) stayed in her seat, watching as the girls swarmed him. Her heart hurt a little bit. She knew that Vince only saw her as a sister and nothing more, but she wished that he would smile at her the way he smiled at other girls.

“Woo Vinny!” She heard one of the strange guys call out. The song was done and Vince headed her way, only to be sidetracked by his girlfriend and taken towards the bar. (Y/n) was about to cut out, when she saw the guy that she recognized heading up to Vince. They hugged and the guy handed him a tape, telling him to call him and his band before disappearing with the other two.

“(Y/n)!” Vince called out, making his way over to her. “Did you see the show?”

“Yeah, you’re amazing as always.” She smiled.

“You’d say that even if I wasn’t.” He laughed. A real laugh and it made (Y/n)’s heart flutter.

“What can I say? When you make it big, I’ll be leading the Vince Neil fan club.” She looked at the tape in his hand. “Who was that guy?”

“Oh, Tommy Bass. Or Lee. I guess he’s going by Lee now. I don’t know why. Tommy Lee sounds stupid.” Vince smirked.

“You already said you’ll go with Vince Neil instead of Vincent Wharton,” (Y/n) teased. “So not that much of a difference.”

“Hey, have you ever heard of a rockstar named Wharton? I don’t think so,” Vince smiled. “So, (Y/n), I was wondering if…”

“Vince!” His girlfriend called out to him. “Come here!”

“Better go before she gets pissed,” (Y/n) sighed. “I’ll see you around Vince. Call me and tell me where the next gig is.” She started to leave. Vince looked back at his girlfriend then turned back to where (Y/n) had been, only to see her gone.

****

The phone was ringing as (Y/n) unlocked her apartment and made her way in. The light was already blinking with a message and she almost just let it go to the machine but decided to pick it up. If it was work, she would just tell them no.

“Hello?” (Y/n) answered.

“About time!” Vince replied. “I’ve tried calling you for hours!”

“I was working,” (Y/n) sighed. “Almost had to pull a triple shift.”

“Damn, I’m sorry. But I’ve got exciting news,” Vince told her. “Tommy and his weird ass friends started a band. I ended up joining them and we’re booked to play the Starwood! Friday night with a chance of a show on Saturday!”

“That’s fantastic Vince!” (Y/n) smiled. “I’ll try my hardest to be there.”

“I hope so. Can’t go on without my biggest fan there.” He was smiling on the other end. She heard some banging on the other end followed by a “goddammit Tommy” and some crashing. “Hey, I gotta go. Sounds like Tommy broke something of Nikki’s probably.”

“Okay. I’ll see you Friday night.” (Y/n) smiled before they hung up. She threw herself down on the bed. She was so proud of Vince. She always knew he was going to be a big star.

But she also knew that meant he was leaving her behind, and that made her heart hurt more than anything.

****

The Friday gig turned into a Saturday gig as well. (Y/n) had arrived at the Starwood just as Vince launched himself at a heckler, wearing the leather pants his girlfriend had gotten him. She watched as two of the three remaining bandmates went to help him, the third one staying on the stage and delivering a mean kick to a guys face who got near him. But once the fighting was over, the band played and were really well received. So (Y/n) made sure to be at the Starwood the next night.

“You made it!” Vince said after the set.

“Yeah!  A lot busier than it was last night. Motley Crue is really bringing them in.” She smiled proudly at her best friend.

“Wanna meet the guys?” He asked.

“Tommy and his weird friends? Sure. What could it hurt?” (Y/n) smiled as Vince took her hand and led her backstage to where Tommy, Nikki, and Mick were.

“Guys! This is (Y/n), my best friend for pretty much my whole life,” Vince smiled proudly. Tommy looked up and his eyes about fell out of his head.

“Holy shit! Clarinet girl!” He laughed. “Hot damn, it’s like a high school reunion back here!”

“The only difference is she actually graduated. Can’t say the same about us,” Vince laughed.

“Hey,” Nikki said, taking her hand and kissing it. “I’m Nikki.” (Y/n) felt her cheeks turn red and if she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn that Vince looked jealous.

“Mick,” Mick said from his corner. (Y/n) took in the band and smiled.

“Well, I bet you guys have a lot of stuff you need to do, so I’ll just be going,” (Y/n) headed towards the door. “It was nice meeting you all.”

“Hopefully we’ll see you around more.” Nikki winked at her, causing her red cheeks again. She headed out the door.

“(Y/n) wait!” Vince called, following her out into the hallway.

“Yeah?” She asked, turning to look at her best friend.

“I was wondering if maybe we could…” Vince was cut off by a familiar voice.

“Vince honey!” His girlfriend, the same girl from the party, called out. (Y/n) sighed.

“See ya Vince.” She told him as she walked away.

“(Y/n)!” He called after her, but she kept walking. His girlfriend draped herself over him and started kissing him, but his mind left with (Y/n).

****

“Your friend is pretty hot,” Nikki told Vince at practice. “Is she single?”

“Stay away from her,” Vince growled.

“Woah, are you jealous?” Nikki asked. “What about Lovey?”

“I’m not jealous. Can we just practice?” Vince asked. Nikki looked at Tommy and smirked. Vince was so jealous.

****

The Starwood closed down not long after the boys played there, but they were constantly booked at The Roxy, Rainbow, Viper Room, and even the Whiskey. (Y/n) tried to make it to as many gigs as she could, apologizing in advance when she couldn’t. But everything was always the same. Vince up there, paying attention to all the girls in the audience, and then afterward, he would be pulled away from any conversation that they had by his new girl that week.

And yeah, Nikki would flirt with (Y/n), but it didn’t really matter to her. So finally, she had enough and decided to stay home instead of going to the Roxy to watch them play.

“Guys, where’s (Y/n)?” Vince asked as they headed out to start their set.

“There’s so many people here. She could be blended in,” Tommy told him. “We’ll find her after.”

Vince didn’t find her at the Roxy after their gig, but he did find her at a diner not too far away, snacking on a root beer float and listening to her Walkman with an all too familiar cassette in it.

“Where the hell were you?” Vince asked, sliding into the booth across from her. (Y/n) pulled off her headphones.

“What?” She asked.

“Where the hell were you? You weren’t at the gig and you always are.” Vince told her.

“I decided not to go.” She said with a shrug. She threw some money on the table and walked out of the diner, the blond singer following her.

“Why not?” He asked, walking by her.

“Watching you get groped by women while your bassist flirts with me? I’m kinda over it.” She told him.

“If Nikki makes you uncomfortable, I’ll punch him or something,” Vince told her.

“It’s not Nikki!” (Y/n) said. “I can’t stand watching you go from girl to girl and not even look at me! Because I’ve been in love with you since sophomore year when we went on that trip to San Francisco without telling anyone!” She wiped at her eyes and looked at Vince, who was standing there, looking dumb face. “Forget it.”

She started to walk off, and that’s what pulled Vince out of his mind.

“(Y/n)! Wait!” Vince called. He tried to go after her, but Nikki and Tommy stepped in his way to convince him to join them at a party. “Guys, move!”

“What’s going on?” Tommy asked as he pushed past them.

But (Y/n) was gone.

****

Vince called (Y/n), but she didn’t answer. She worked as much as she could, thinking about saving up and moving to San Diego, leaving the LA and Hollywood area. She kept track of Motley Crue over the next couple years and did go see a few sets but she always left before they finished. She wasn’t sure if Vince saw her, but she knew Nikki and Tommy did because Tommy came up to her as she was leaving one of the clubs one night. She had been distracted by something and hadn’t left for the end of the set.

“(Y/n)!” Tommy called out. (Y/n) stopped and turned to look at him. “Where have you been? Vince has missed you.”

“I’m sure he has.” (Y/n) grumbled.

“He really has,” He told her. “We got signed up a real label, and he tried to call to tell you. He was really upset when you didn’t answer.”

“Well, I’m sure he’ll make do.” She looked over Tommy’s shoulder to where he was chatting up a blonde dancer from a club down the strip. Tommy turned to look at what she had seen and cursed.

“Vince!” He called out. Vince looked up at the drummer and saw (Y/n) standing there with him. Nikki and Mick came outside and could feel the tension in the air.

“(Y/n)...” Vince left the dancer and headed towards her, but she was already walking away. Tommy stopped him before he could go to her. “Tommy…”

“It’s too late man,” Tommy told him. “She’s gone.”

“Damn it!” Vince called out. “I messed up Tommy.”

“I know dude,” Tommy looked back at the other two, not really sure what to do.

****

It was a few months later when (Y/n) grabbed her mail before letting herself into her apartment. It was the typical bills and junk, but one envelope stuck out. A larger, manilla envelope with the Elektra Records logo on it. Opening it, (Y/n) scanned the letter.

Ms. (L/n),

On behalf of us here at Elektra Records, I would like to extend this invitation to you to join our bands at the Long Beach Arena this weekend. Please respond ASAP to the attached business card so we may set up a time for the car to pick you up.

Sincerely,

Tom Zutaut

“I’m...what?” (Y/n) asked, herself. Inside the packet of things was a business card. That’s all that was in the envelope, and it seemed that it was only in there so the letter wouldn’t be folded. She looked at the card, picked up the phone, and called.

****

That’s how (Y/n) ended up in a limo heading towards the Long Beach arena. She didn’t have any tickets or backstage passes yet. Tom had told her that she would get them once she was in the arena. Something about how he was told not to spoil the surprise at the risk of losing his balls. The limo pulled into a parking area under the arena and Tom was there to show her to the backstage area.

“I’m just confused. What am I doing here?” (Y/n) asked.

“Well, you’re going to find out eventually.” He handed her the backstage pass and ticket.

Motley Crue.

“Oh no.” (Y/n) turned to leave but a 6’2 body stopped her, almost knocking her on her butt.

“You made it!” Tommy said excitedly. (Y/n) looked up at the drummer. “I was worried Tom spilt the beans and you wouldn’t come.”

“He said someone threatened to remove his balls if he told me,” (Y/n) said. “Does Vince know I’m here?”

“It was his idea,” Tommy told her. “Come on.” He led her back to the dressing rooms, knocking loudly on Vince’s door. Vince opened it, all glammed out, and smiled as he saw her.

“(Y/n), you’re here.” He smiled.

“Yeah…” She said, looking down at her feet. Vince shot a glare at Tommy.

“I’m just gonna...go annoy Mick.” Tommy quickly left. Vince let (Y/n) into his dressing room.

“How have you been? You look great,” Vince told her. “I was worried that it wouldn’t get to you. Afraid you had moved on.”

“I’m still here,” She sat on the edge of the couch and watched him. “I heard about your accident. I tried to call but a woman hung up on me.”

“Yeah, that was Beth,” He sighed. “We’re no longer together…”

“I see,” (Y/n) nodded. There was a silence in the air. Before Motley Crue and all that fame, they could talk about anything. But now, (y/n) thought they were too strangers just going through the motions. “Well, I guess I should let you get ready for your concert.” She went to stand up before Vince stopped her.

“I love you too!” He told her. (Y/n) froze and turned to look at him. “I’ve been wanting to tell you that for a long time.”

“Then why did you act the way you did that night I told you?” (Y/n) asked, looking into his eyes. Vince walked towards her.

“Because I didn’t think I was going anywhere, and I was amazed that a girl like you could ever fall for a bum like me,” Vince admitted. “You deserve the world, and I’m finally in a spot where I can give it to you.”

“Vince…”

“When the accident happened, the only thing I could think of was you. Not Beth, or any other woman in my life. It’s always been you (Y/n), and it took you walking away from me to make me realize it.” He cupped her face and leaned in. He brushed his lips against hers before fully connecting. (Y/n) closed her eyes and tilted her head, letting Vince pull her closer. Finally, after a little while, they broke apart.

“I missed you Vince,” (Y/n) whispered as he rested his forehead against hers.

“I missed you so much (Y/n),” Vince told her softly. “I don’t want to play any more shows without my biggest fan.” (Y/n) laughed a little. Vince was about to kiss her when there was a loud bang on the door.

“Come on asshole! We have a show to do!” Nikki called out. Vince and (Y/n) both laughed a little.

“Will you be here when I get done?” Vince asked. (Y/n) nodded.

“No place else I’d rather be,” (Y/n) smiled. “I am the president of the Vince Neil fan club.” He laughed and kissed her again before heading out. (Y/n) made her way to the area to watch the show, Vince’s eyes locking with hers as he performed.

The End

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[viking-hel]

Sansa and Dragonflies

As we know, Sansa has worn dragonfly motifs in the show and whilst there has been no direct reference at any point in the books, I think there is some interesting significance in her wearing this particular animal. This little piece has likely been done before, but I was inspired by this post.

I went about the entity that is Google to find out about dragonflies both in the show, books and real world beliefs (though taken with a grain of salt because I am wary of talking about animal symbolism from the internet, especially from cultures not my own).

Anyway, in my scouring of the internet, I came across a few sites that describe what dragonflies have meant in the past. They all seem to have similar veins of thought and belief.

Here, dragonflies are spoken of as follows:

“The dragonfly, in almost every part of the world symbolizes change and change in the perspective of self realization.” - dragonfly-site.com

This site explains that the change and change in perspective of self realisation and understanding is based in emotional and mental maturity. For Sansa, she has come a long way since the first season, where her behaviour was not truly a ringing endorsement for her, but she was a child, and even we have acted similarly in our lives (else we’d be lying to ourselves).

Since her father’s execution, she has been left in a viper’s nest of people wishing her harm and to use her as they saw fit because she is the all important ‘Key to the North’. She has been beaten, attacked by her husband and suffered so many trials, both physical and mental that she has gone from “porcelain, to ivory, to steel.” The emotional roller-coaster and subsequent maturing Sansa has had to go through means that she now sees things from a new perspective and maybe even sees a deeper meaning in life, at least in regard to playing the game but as of Season 7, the meaning and importance of working together for the greater good of the whole realm because of the impending attack from the NK.

The dragonfly - according to the aforementioned site - also represents power and poise, both of which we see in the seasons following her father’s death: “courtesy is a lady’s armour.” Dragonflies are incredibly agile creatures, able to fly in many directions and for all their size, they demonstrate a type of power for it. 

“The awe inspiring aspect is how the dragonfly accomplishes its objectives with utmost simplicity, effectiveness and well, if you look at proportions, with 20 times as much power in each of its wing strokes when compared to the other insects.  The best part is that the dragonfly does it with elegance and grace that can be compared to a veteran ballet dancer. If this is not a brazen, lazy, overkill in terms of display of raw power, what is?” - dragonfly-site.com

Sansa is the only queen in Season 7, out of her, Cersei and DT actually working with ledgers, people and fulfilling expected duties of a lady of a castle, because these women had a lot of responsibility when leading a household. I find the paragraph above to be quite fitting for Sansa. She accomplishes her goals in collecting and storing food, ensuring people have a place to retreat to if the need arises and correctly crafting armour for Winter. By doing things so seemingly mundane - maybe seen as simple - she does them effectively and well, and shall have achieved more integral things than the other two ladies. All they care for is the IT; not wholly the welfare of everyone else. Or they may, once they have the throne, but only then and not before. Sansa knows everyone must work together in order to survive. She is not like DT who comes flying in raining fire and destruction on the people in large displays of raw power. Sansa is careful and cunning because she has learnt from the best in Petyr Baelish.

Another site - spiritanimal.info - (grain of salt, please) present these meanings to dragonflies:

“Change and transformation Adaptability Joy, lightness of being Symbol of the realm of emotions, invitation to dive deeper into your feeling[s] Being on the lookout for illusions and deceit[s], whether [are] external or personal Connection with nature’s spirits, fairies realms” - spiritanimal.info

These match up somewhat to what was presented from the other website, with some additions I think are important to consider with Sansa in mind. There is also a Quora Question that adds to what will follow.

Adaptability and the dragonfly’s flying mean that, whilst they are the prey animal of birds - such as mockingbirds, and whose personal sigil is that? - they have every chance of dodging those which chase them, to outmanoeuvre them. Dragonflies also have the ability to blend in with their backgrounds in order to be lost of those who wish to eat them, “courtesy is a lady’s armour.” This could even be said to be seen in her wardrobe as she lives in KL with the Lannisters: here is a post on Sansa’s choice of wardrobe.

In the beginning of the series/books, Sansa was likely a cheery joyful girl, supported by the fact when she was born bells rang all day, suggesting that she is meant to be seen - in some form - as child of happiness and delight. 

But she has also been trained now to ‘play a little game’ to find out just what people want from her, and though she may be a slow learned, she has learned all the same to sniff out illusions and deceits. She does so much more effectively than Cersei and definitely better than DT, who would rather come in guns blazing in a display of raw power

Now, for my final part. The Prince of Dragonflies. In both the Quora question and the post on Sansa’s wardrobe above, they talk about Jenny of Oldstones and the Prince of Dragonflies. This needs book context.

Prince of Dragonflies is Prince Duncan T*rgaryen (censored for obvious reasons as you’ll find). He was the eldest son of Aegon the Unlikely and his wife, Betha Blackwood (may or may not be related to a Stark ancestress, Melantha Blackwood!). 

He is depicted as having dark hair and was in line for the throne because he was the oldest son, but he met a woman named Jenny of Oldstones; a commoner from the Riverlands and seen as unfit to ever be queen. He had been betrothed to marry a daughter of Lord Lyonel Baratheon, but instead he married Jenny. As a result, Lyonel was deeply insulted and shamed, he started an uprising for the dishonour and renounced his fealty and called himself Storm King.

As a result of marrying Jenny, Duncan renounced his claim to the throne and became known as the Prince of the Dragonflies. In doing marrying for love and giving up his duty, Duncan caused a very bloody conflict. Once the rebellion was thwarted, Rhaelle his sister, married Lyonel’s son, Ormund, and became Robert’s grandmother in due course.

It was because of Jenny of Oldstones that the prophecy of the Prince that was Promised came to be known, for she was good friends with a woods witch - Ghost of High Heart - who told the family that he would come from the line of Aerys and Rhaella. 

This is perhaps supporting evidence for Jonsa in the show and perhaps in the books indirectly by using dragonfly motifs for Sansa. As you may know, Jonsa is not my main priority in the end, but it is something that I agree works better than DT.

A dark-haired Targ marries for love, not for duty as heir to the throne and consequently infuriates and shames another noble, leading to a bloody conflict. 

We have suggested that if Jon loves Sansa he will shirk duty for her, perhaps angering DT and subsequently bring about another civil war for the IT because his claim is much more valid than DT’s for various reasons. 

But one other little piece of interesting information from dragonfly-site.com and is likely where Duncan got his Prince of Dragonflies moniker. It is the myth that dragonflies were named so because it was believed they were once dragons. 

Again, someone else has probably wrote about this and I’ve just not found it!

[elliemarchetti]

Winter Olympics RQ AU - Week 1

@maveicen hope you like this.

I have to admit I’m not the best in writing about sports because the last sport I practiced was hip hop dance and I was in middle school, but I know a little about jealousy, about fear of losing and most of I know how people feel when they’re afraid to disappoint others but mostly themselves.

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 Getting to be summoned for the Olympic Games had never been Diana's great ambition, at least until her sister had had to stop on cross-country skiing and her mother had not died during a flood. The media had not even wasted time trying to find out her name: it had been a fatality, and the wave had been so small that it had only caused damage to homes closer to the riverside. It was not news, just one broken life. Yet the loss of her mother had left a deep scar in Diana's heart and had pushed her to commit herself more, to let go of those futile battles she tried to fight every day, and she had put body and soul into sport. She did not care that biathlon was not the most beloved discipline; it was what she did best, and she would do it until one knee broke, just like had happened to Madeline. At least, this was what she believed: it was the first day of competition, and fortunately, they had decided to start with hockey, so that she could rest, at least twenty-four hours, after the long journey. The Olympic village was beautiful, although she did not particularly appreciate the choice of accommodation, but it had to be all to make a scene, to give journalists something to talk about; you do not put near two bitter enemies without wanting to create a bit of havoc. As if she had called some members of the opposing team, she saw the two favorite ice dancers of that year, Evangeline Samos and Elane Haven, emerge from nowhere. They were the first couple of women to skate together in the history of the Olympics, but times had changed, and Volo Samos, the trainer of those two vipers, and father of the youngest, was very influential in the world of skating and knew how to be really persuasive. Or maybe it was his money? In any case, he had joined the best ice dancers in America and created that wicked match.

"Diana Farley." called Evangeline, making the direct interest roll her eyes. She did not want problems in general, and certainly not with them; they were the most loved, the favorites, while she could only hope for the bronze. With any kind of confrontation, she would have destroyed her public image with her own hands, and that was not what she wanted: being an Olympics athlete gave her the possibility to talk about real issues, it had given her visibility that a girl who came from nowhere would have had no other way of having, so she was not meant to lose it only because of two stupid spoiled girls.

"Ready to shoot on the public?" Elane asked, with a malicious smile. Diana did not say anything, but she wondered if someone really, other than her evil companion, would never laugh at her jokes.

"I was wondering," continued Evangeline, accelerating the pace to stay by her side "if your father would not have preferred a son, you know, with two females and both mediocre in what they do ..."

Diana turned and Evangeline smiled victoriously. She had touched an open nerve. Diana bit her tongue and reminded herself she was near the hockey center; she just had to be patient, and that torture would be over quickly.

“No one likes biathlon.” said Elane, putting herself on her left, so as to appear, in case they were approached by journalists, a simple group of athletes who was heading towards the upcoming hockey game of the group a. “Neither your mother, if she was still alive, would watch you.”

Diana knew she had just set herself good intentions, but any attempt to keep the perfect athlete's facade went to hell when that little bitch named her mother.

“How dare you?!” she exclaimed, turning to shove the girl.

Evangeline was immediately at her side, but two brats with thin arms and delicate faces would not have stopped Diana.

"Diana!" someone called her, distracting her. It was a boy from her own team, but she did not remember what discipline he was competing for. Neither did he really have to be among the favorites.

"Do you think it's worth it?" he asked, once he was close enough. "They just need attention, I'm sure their boyfriends do not have much time for them now that they have to prepare to lose shamelessly against our team."

Diana smiled at her savior, but still tried to avoid the two girls' eyes. Shade, or at least was what she thought his name was, was right. Evangeline was frequenting Cal Calore, the captain of the American hockey team, and Elane had been with her partner's brother, an older member of the same team, for a long time, now.

“Look” replied Evangeline faking amusement, but both Diana and Shade saw she was shocked “the best couple of losers I’ve ever have the misfortune to lay my eyes on. Skeleton, right?” she asked to Shade. He didn’t answered, so Diana thought she was right.

“No one likes skeleton either.” added Elane, and Diana hoped she could punch that girl, one day or another. She was even worse than Evangeline, and it was she the strongest part of the couple.

"Come on, let's leave the two lovebirds to share memories of their sad families." said Evangeline, taking her friend arm in arm. Elane gave them a victorious smile, and Diana had to concentrate on the back of her savior so as not to chase those two witches and remind them of what respect was. Only when they were gone Shade turned, looking at her with his big amber eyes.

"I think from now on you need an official escort." he joked, but Diana passed him without even thanking him.

"I can handle it very well alone."

"I see." he replied, laughing. "If I had not stopped you, you'll have to be expelled for a fight."

Diana froze and turned to face him.

"Can they do it?"

Shade nodded, but did not say anything else. They walked together, silently, up to the hockey center.

 The hockey center was packed. Mare squeezed between a couple to reach Kilorn, who arrived before her. The game had already started, but they could not prevent the current best female snowboarder to enter to see the game of her team, where two of her brothers played, one, moreover, as captain.

She was first classified in the elimination of the half pipe and as soon as her father had given her permission to run to the hockey center she had called a taxi, paying even more than necessary to make him exceed the speed limits, albeit slightly. She was not the kind of young athlete whom success gets to her head, or pretends that everything is due, but she had privileges, she recognized it, and in some cases, she certainly did not mind exploiting them.

She was sure her brother’s team would win such an easy match, and they surely didn’t needed her support, Bree had also played in the previous edition of the Games, while Tramy had nevertheless been summoned, even though as a reserve. Mare was proud of her family, and certainly one of the most devoted fans of the Canadian hockey team. She knew that the most important match would be against the US, which since Cal Calore had been elected captain seemed unstoppable. Mare knew all the gossip about that team, mainly thanks to her sister Gisa, who never spared an opportunity to throw a few newspaper under her nose and to blame her that no one speak of the Canadian just because their lives were monotonous and boring. Mare, honestly, was fine like that: of course, her father was her coach, but he did not pressurize to get her into the Olympic hockey team. Not that Cal Calore was not good. At home, she had found herself searching on internet for a video of his team's matches, to understand what the whole world saw in that young boy, barely twenty, and found herself thinking that, indeed, he had talent. He had talent on the ice and, as she noticed during that match, he also had talent as a strategist. It all happened by chance: Mare got up at the end of the second time to go to the bathroom, and took more than expected to find it, partly because of the fatigue caused by the eliminations, partly because she was definitely distracted by all the people who seemed whisper her name. It did not happen often to her to be recognized on the street, but it had to be simpler there. Snowboarding was not skating, people have to wear big jackets and protections that make them barely recognizable and the faces of the participants are only seen at the awards, if they win a medal. Yet those people seemed to recognize her anyway, and at first, she was flattered, but in the end, she ended up being annoyed. However, during her wanderings, her gaze fell on a tall and muscular boy, with the posture of a soldier. He was writing on a block notes, and Mare just leaned forward to read; he took notes on the game and not on both teams but only on the Canadian one. Only when he turned, feeling observed, she noticed whom he was.

"Honored to know that the future half pipe champion is interested in what I do." he commented, amused. How presumptuous!

"Do not you bet on your compatriot?" she asked.

"Not even a penny." the boy answered, with a broad smile. He was nicer when he smiled.

"I hope you'll come see my game too."

Mare shook her head, and he seemed disappointed.

"Tomorrow at midday I have the first knockout rounds."

"Then do not let me down." he answered, and without even saying goodbye he returned to focus on the Canadian team's tactics.

Mare came back from the bathroom a few seconds before the third and last period started.

"Why did you put so much?" asked Kilorn, barely giving her a glance. He was really taken from the game.

"I met Cal Calore." she answered, trying to show off a casual tone. Hearing that name, Kilorn turned wide-eyed: he said he hated him, but Mare was convinced that he had a kind of veneration towards him.

"What was he doing on our first game?"

"He took notes." replied Mare, and she felt stupid for not having thought of it before him. She should have advised her brothers.

“It’s unfair.” said Kilorn, disgusted.

“It’s not unfair, it’s just he’s smarter than us.” replied Mare, interrupting the conversation, and starting to act as the crazy fan (and sister) she was.

 The Canadian’s new goalkeeper was capturing Maven’s attention. He was terribly good, and the opponent team hasn’t scored a goal. He must’ve been older than him, but not too much, maybe a couple years.

“Who has the puck?” asked his mother, and he replied it was the host team. He didn’t wanted to stop looking at that guy. Usually, he did not like hockey, mainly because his half-brother played it since he was still in swaddling clothes and then because it was such a disdainful, physical sport. He preferred skating, where maniacal precision was everything. But the movements of that boy, as he had even stopped that wrist shot, were phenomenal.

"Mistaken." his mother corrected him. "What do I bring you here to do if you're not even attentive about the game?" the woman asked, but Maven, for the first time, did not feel the need to apologize, or at least he did not do so until she kept hissing his name all the time.

"What is it that distracts you so much?" Elara finally asked, following her son's gaze.

"The Canadian goalkeeper is definitely stronger than ours."

The woman's eyes narrowed to two slits and without saying anything she stood up, ready to move away from the track. Maven was glad for that moment of breath and continued to look at that boy whose name he was sure would soon discover. It took very little time: the following day, a blurred but decidedly reconciled picture portrayed the boy talking to the American team's trainer, appeared in every newspaper. The new Canadian goalkeeper had sold himself? Or had he sold the whole team? What shady deals revolved around that picture? Maven had no doubt that it was her mother who orchestrated everything: she was a sorceress in that sort of thing.

Two days later, Thomas Smith was excluded from the Canadian team, despite the protests of his comrades: they were all ready to swear that he would never do such a thing.

On the fourth day of the Winter Olympics, the accused released an interview where he revealed that the coach of the American team had approached him only to compliment his skills as a goalkeeper, and to remind him that, if one day he got tired of Canada, he could always move to America, being sure he would be able to quickly get citizenship and a permanent position on the team. Tiberias Calore tore his words to pieces, in world vision; no one seemed to care who spoke the truth, the reason was given to the most powerful man, and Thomas's career was cut short before it can even start.

 On the second day of games for the hockey American team, Ptolemus Samos, the best striker, began to complain of intermittent cramps in his right leg. Diana, who had certainly not decided to give up with her revenge, waited until the end of the match, and hid in the crowd, just to hear the instructions of his coach. She did not trust that man, who had managed to break the career of one of her teammates with a few words and a few smiles, so she followed one of his best athletes, trying not to be seen. She knew that eventually Shade, who had really come to follow her wherever she went, would have noticed her too long absence, but she still had a good amount of time.

She noticed, not without a certain amazement, that while the boy was approaching the room where the physiotherapist was waiting for him, the leg seemed to feel better, and his limp diminished visibly, almost disappearing.

She stood hidden behind the corner, when she heard him knocking at a door. She didn’t needed to see the whole scene: their shadows can’t lie. A tiny figure threw herself on the young man's neck and he grabbed her with his hands and kissed her passionately, and Diana was sure it could not be Elane: the two witches were skating just at that moment.