#storry telling

[mrphonetell]

Historia Real 🖤

Hola a todos, mi nombre es Josué Rosales.

Soy DJ, productor de Dubstep.

Soy de Guatemala Centro América.

Desde adolescente me gustaba la Alquimia y los Bajos.

Y ahora hago obras de Arte inspiradas en los Jardines Del Arte, de los Antiguos Filósofos. 

¡Sígueme para más música, Real Steppas! 🖤

Inglés

Hello everyone, my name is Josué Rosales.

I am a DJ, Dubstep producer.

I am from Guatemala Central America.

Since I was a teenager I liked Alchemy and Basses.

And now I make works of art inspired by the Gardens of Art, of the Ancient Philosophers.

Follow me for more music, Real Steppas! 🖤

[decaffeinatedmonsterlover]

Assigning every tma entity Polish musician/band

Pt. 5

The Spiral - Kirszenbaum

Honorary mentions:

Się

Wniebowzięcie Dymitra K. (Elation of Dymitr K.)

(I left a link because they are way less popular than previous bands and musicians i posted in this series so there's a chancepolish ppl won't know the band too but its very worth checking out)

Previous part:

[piarles]

love how everyone was thirsting over sada and turo before scavio came out and now everyone wants to deck them for emotional damages

[memescomicswriting]

It's Nice To Have A Friend

Chapter 5: My Heart, My Hips, My Body, My Love

Summary: Fate is cruel on how it goes about obtaining its desires. It must be fate, because there is no other explanation for how perfectly molded Y/N and Helaena are to one another. They complement one another like opposite sides of a coin. Where Helaena is shy, Y/N is outgoing. Helaena has a photographic memory. Y/N has emotional inteligence. They have the right temperament to be the missing piece in one another’s lives. Ying and Yang. Then there are the boys. Love them or hate them, they’re there. Even the adults cannot escape the Targaryen chaos, and the fallout doesn’t spare the minors simply because they’re adolescents. Follow how Y/N and those around her carve out lives for themselves amongst the weight of the Targaryen legacy in a modern Westeros.

Word Count 6.2k

Pairings: Aegon x Y/N, Aemond xY/N, hints of Jace x Y/N, Platonic! Helaena x Y/N, Father Figure! Harwin x Y/N, Mother Figure! Rhaneyra x Y/N, Mother Figure! Alicent x Y/N

Warnings: 18+ you’ve been warned

Lots of profanity, sexual innuendos, drug and alcohol use, boys being stupid jerks, infidelity, divorce, you get some smut this chapter!

A/N: Chapters drop on Thursdays. Please, please, please, please share your thoughts. I wanna hear them. I don't bite, promise!

Additionally, don't come for me with the Valyrian god names. Take it up with the official wiki I consulted.

Sereies Masterlist

Y/N would describe nostalgia as the misty scent of pine furs mixed with Weirwood sap. It was that scent that filled her senses during childhood adventures. If you added a whiff of smoke, countless parties came to mind. It was a tradition, the outgoing senior send off. Of course, some college students would attend as their siblings or close friends were that year’s crop. Afterwards, they were welcomed into the local bars. This was the toast to it all; a goodbye to the sanctuary of revelry they’d spent the last four years enjoying. Storries from previous years lingered like a legacy. What tales would their send off leave behind?

Y/N’s obviously flopped. It went from a proposed bacchanalia to a nearly year long feud with Aemond. That was over now; apologies made and friendships mended. Y/N could hold a grudge, but she wasn’t so cruel that she’d ruin Aemond’s send off in retribution. It was Jace’s as well. Part of her considered this a potential redo. She could leave pleasant memories in place of scars. 

Y/N made it to the clearing earlier than most party goers. Her intent was to arrive before Aemond and Jace, to help set up. This was for them and they shouldn’t be responsible for preparation. 

In a refrigerated bag, Y/N carried a few handles of liquor and litters of mixers. There never came a time where they had to ration booze, but if you wanted something specific, you had to bring it. She left her contribution on the empty kegs turned tables from years prior. Graduation years were spray painted across each one. They went back decades. 

Y/N planned to start directing drink set up when she caught the familiar sight of long silver hair on a masculine form. Aemond was crouched on one knee next to the firepit looking like he wanted to start it.

“You shouldn’t be setting up. This party is for the graduates. That includes you.” Y/N’s announcement startled Aemond, though to the untrained eye, he hadn’t reacted at all. Y/N knew his tells, but she knew better than to tease him. He’d be in a sour mood for the rest of the night.

A faint frown draped over Aemond. Part of him knew she’d gotten to him. He also hated Y/N seeing him struggle, and starting this fire wasn’t easy. “Well since it’s a party for me, I had to make sure it was done right.” 

“Control freak.” Y/N rolled her eyes and smirked knowingly. Before joining Aemond on ground level, she rearranged the firewood so air could better circulate and feed the flames.

Aemond scoffed, though he was slightly amused. “Says the girl literally taking control.”

Y/N kneeled down and claimed his tools. She worked, engaging in his obvious desire to spar. “Aemond, your talents surpass others in many things. Lighting a fire, I fear, is not one of them.”

She stroked his ego while taunting him. His favorite flavor of fun. “And yet the heiress knows how.”

“Huh,” It was a dry and dark utterance from Y/N. “With my history, yeah.”

That was the nail in the coffin to any quips Aemond could retort. How do you win an argument when the trauma card is played? “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No, no, I took it there.”

“Are you… okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/N sighed and relaxed back onto the forest floor with a plop. She crossed her legs and left her now free hands in her lap. “I just…wanted to understand it. The ways to start it, manage it, end it.”

Aemond nodded in consideration and focused on the unlit logs. “I can see why.”

“I know it’s fucked up.” Y/N continued and refused to look up from her hands and the lighter in them. “But sometimes I wonder what they went through.”

Y/N sparked the lighter and orbited her hand around the flame. Her fingers danced nearer and then distanced from the light like she dared it to grow and claim her too. “What did they feel last? Was it the flames? Or the smoke that did them in. Like if I know the feeling, I could go back and stop it all together.”

Aemond wasn’t skilled in comfort. He sharpened his tongue long ago and dulling the edge with sweetnesses was a difficult act. He tried the best he could, sharing what he knew. “Our ancestors used fire as a tool of divination and sorcery.”

She scoffed at his ridiculous connection. “And it only brought death and destruction to their enemies and to them.”

Aemond shrugged. Regardless of feelings of morality, it was their legacy and legacy was everything to Aemond. “It gave us what we have now.”

Her hard focus snapped to him. Defiance and a tad of horror lived within her gaze; though her words sounded like a caress. “Was it worth it?” He blinked and withdrew in slight intimidation. She spoke of how horrid fire and flame were, yet here he felt their heat radiate off of her. “The histories say they used dark magics to inject fire into their blood and the blood of their descendants.”

“Perhaps that’s why you’re always so hot headed.” Y/N mumbled.

His immediate reaction was a sharp laugh. “Very clever.”

Y/N side eyed Aemond with a sleek smirk. “I have to be, to keep up with you.” The lighter sparked a piece of kindling. She tossed it into the larger pile beneath the main wood. Then she earnestly addressed him. “Now, the question is, can you keep up with me?” The pair shared an understanding smile.

Hours in and the party was at its height. Many graduates seemed invested in this graduating class. Empty cups already littered the ground. This year’s keg was half tapped. Delinquency filled the entirety of the forest clearing.

Jace and a few of his tourney teammates arrived together like the rowdy pack of boys they were. Aegon and Helena, the last of age Targaryans left in the house, made their way together. Aegon didn’t mind returning to the familiar surroundings. Here, he was the biggest dragon in the clutch. As a rising third year university student, he was admired simply for his age and experience. Soon to be university freshman girls flocked to him like a moth to a flame. Each started by asking for his advice, but it quickly devolved into shameless flirting. A giddy sense of pride filled his chest. Aegon craved the desirability and praise he’d often been neglected. Having this many admires was the drug he spent the summer searching for.

Aemond was further up Y/N’s ass than normal this summer. Almost every time Aegon sought her out, Aemond was there. He was used to tolerating Helaena’s presence. She and Y/N were best friends. Aemond though, he’d never been this open with his desire to be close to her. Often as Aegon went to sneak in a smoke with Y/N, Aemond deterred his efforts. Aegon became frustrated with the lack of Y/N’s attention, but he’d never admit it. He felt like an addict in relapse with the attention he was currently receiving. Still, nothing truly felt the same as the first dose. In his case, that was Y/N. He hoped that the party being for Aemond, he’d actually drink to the point of getting drunk, and Aegon could claim some of Y/N’s affections.

He excused himself from his collection of fans with the excuse that he needed a new drink. Helaena happened to be by the drink stand with one of her other friends. Though few they were. It was the perfect opportunity to check in on everyone’s status and whereabouts.

“Sister. Rayel.” Aegon acknowledged as he poured a fresh concoction into his plastic cup.

“Hey Aegon.” Rayel’s smile was bright and wide. Aegon added her to the tally of girls he could claim.

“Where’s the party animal and Y/N?” He hoped the sarcastic replacement for Aemond’s name would make the question casual enough to avoid suspicion. 

Rayel jumped in before Helena could respond. “Oh, I just saw them walk off that way.” The enthusiastic girl pointed in a direction that was through the thick of the crowd. 

“You just missed them replenishing their drinks.” Helena clarified in a more even tone.

Rayel nodded in agreement. Her helpfulness, though nice, came across as an obvious attempt to hold Aegon there. “Yeah, they were talking about some favor she owed Aemond and wanted to talk in private. I think they’ll be gone for a while.”

Helena and Aegon locked widened eyes. Both were all too familiar with Y/N and Aemond’s history.  Every detail was well known as they endured nine months of ranting. Aemond wouldn’t bring up that cataclysmic affair for nothing. Helaena’s alarm made Aegon more perturbed. She knew more about this summer’s events than anyone else. If she had cause for concern, Aegon was fucking terrified.

…

Aemond had Alys in the corner of the room where the lights dimmed. His slender fingers lightly held her hips. Her graceful arms lazily draped over his shoulders. He was beaming. She was laughing. They looked good together. It was early second semester of his first year and he’d found someone just for himself.

Y/N watched on. She had a perfect view from the couch. It was a bittersweet feeling. Aemond had Alys, and she was happy he was happy. Helena had something with her classmate Jenning that no one could quite comprehend, but she was content. Jace pursued a girl named Anya. Aegon and Rhaela had their girls. Baela was satisfied with the title as the campus’ biggest flirt. Everyone had someone or something, and Y/N was stuck on the couch- drink in one hand, phone in the other, eagerly awaiting a text that would never come. She downed the remainder of her drink and allowed her head to rest on the couch’s back. She hoped the alcohol would quickly kick in or someone offer her a smoke.

The gods deliver, because she felt the couch cushions shift with someone’s weight. “Our little bird has left the nest.” Aegon, and his voice was jovial. Score, there was her plug and she’d play along. He was good company for her.

“Yes, he spread his wings and flew!” She was amused by the irony of it all. Her head lulled to the side to address him and she didn’t try to hide her sentimental distress.

Confused and slightly suspicious, Aegon dramatically placed his hand to his chest. “Don’t tell me you’re upset by it.”

“Not at all.” Y/N wistfully giggled. “I’m happy fo him. Just kinda… lonely. Yah know?” She shrugged like the feeling was a passing phase, something common.

Aegon rolled his eyes and reclined into the couch, clearly over whatever she was going on about. “You need to stop being a doormat for that guy.”

Y/N narrowed her vision, but remained friendly. “You’re one to talk. I can see at least three girls shooting daggers at me for daring to hold your attention. Cause you have them on the line!”

“Yeah, but they’re not you.” He stated as if it were as obvious as the sky being blue.

Her narrow vision rounded in confusion. “What does that mean?”

Aegon’s hands came down on his knees. “Ugh, you’re killing my buzz. This is a crossfaded conversation.” He rocked into a standing position and offered her a helping hand. “Come on.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as Aegon pulled her through the mass of individuals huttled in this off campus house. She didn’t care what it looked like he was directing her to do. Onlookers could gawk or mind their business. She didn’t care. He jiggled a few closed doors. When he found one unlocked and empty, he held the door open for her. 

Y/N had no reservations about sitting on a neatly made bed. Aegon stood in front of her with a blunt between his lips. His lighter was sparking, trying to light the damned thing. Once he got it going and took a puff he handed it off to her. She inhaled and watched as he claimed the space next to her. They placed themselves on the edge of the bed, arm to arm.

Y/N coughed a little on the exhale. This wasn’t of the highest quality. “So you were saying.”

With the blunt between his fingers, Aegon took puffs between his thoughts. “You’re not the just-for-fun girl. Yeah, you’re a girl and sometimes you like to have fun-” His lips pouted in a very Aegon suggestion. “But you’re not the long term just-for-fun girl. You’re special. Yeah the ones on the line,” He curled his fingers to quote her. “Were mad because you’re the one my attention was on, but at the end of the day they know it’ll never be something serious. How many times has that ass made you think it would be?” Even with the mix of liquor and drugs entering her system, Y/N still hung her head in shame. “Every time.”

“Right,” Aegon passed back the blunt. She needed it. “He wants the benefits of being with you but none of the restrictions that come with it. He doesn’t see how special you are, dump him, for good.”

“It’s easy to say, but sometimes I think Jayton is the only one who will ever make me feel-”

“Feel what?”

“Special. He called me his twin flame, and, and…” Y/N’s eyes welled with tears.

“Oh my fucking gods!” Aegon groaned and placed his palms to his eyes. “I’m gonna have to kick his ass.”

Y/n turned to him with amused disdain. “Don’t!” She exclaimed but she wasn’t too adamant, and shoved him.

Aegon used the force of her shove to recline back with her sculpted into his side. Her head rested on his chest and she felt safe enough to silently cry. He took the blunt from her so she could curl up how she liked. He took the hits he wanted and passed it back when she requested. They went on like this until they finished.

Once her tears dried, she shifted herself so she was chest to chest with Aegon. Her hands folded on one another and she rested her chin there. Y/N sighed, gratified.

Aegon propped his head up against a pillow. “It’s been a while since we’ve done this.”

“Yeah,” She pondered the timeframe. “Why is that?”

“You were stuck up a jackass’ ass.”

She chuckled. She was high. He amused her. “Oh yeah, by bad.” They laughed together for a good minute. It felt nice to be this close again. “When did you become so wise?” She wondered aloud.

“Always have been.” He shrugged despite her laying on top of him. “Just never show it.”

“Why haven’t you found someone?” It was a sharp turn in the conversation, but Y/N was simply following her thoughts.

Aegon frowned. “Who’s going to put up with me?” She huffed. “I can think of several girls.”

“No, I mean the mess that is my family, my stupid behavior, my vices. They’d run the first time the rose colored glasses slipped.”

“Please, if that were true you’d only see me at mandatory functions.”

“Doesn’t count.”

“Why not?”

“You’re special.”

“You keep saying that.”

“It’s true!”

Silence. Y/N didn’t feel like arguing and Aegon didn’t feel the need to prove the point any further.

Y/N’s chin popped up, proud and adamant. “I think they’d be a fool to see you- the real you- who loves and cares till it makes him bleed, and run.”

“You think?” His brow raised in disbelief.

Y/N sighed and shook her head at how ridiculous she found his self deprecating beliefs. “You’re handsome.” The smile that enveloped her lips and twinkled in her eyes was like reflected sunlight. “But there’s something ethereal about you when you let your guard down.”

Some of his curls clung to his forehead from the sweat he worked up earlier. She brushed them aside. It forced him to gulp. “Really?”

“Syrax, god of wine, ecstasy, and the handsomest of them all.”

Aegon’s Adam's apple bobbed. He searched for any sign of sarcasm, that she was teasing him. He found none. He received his fair share of female flirtations, but it felt different coming from Y/N. Her words were kind and genuine and seeped down into his very bones.  He believed the compliments when they came from her. Her words reached the lonely little boy, starved for affection, within him. The very one that sought her attention from their first meeting.

His eyes glazed over in desire. Slowly, he lifted his head so his lips were within a hair of hers. He hesitated, looking from her eyes to her lips. There was a breath. Then another. Then they dove into the unknown together. Once their lips met, there was no hesitation. Almost a decade of history relived in a singular act. Every fight, compliment, insult, embrace, comfort, shame, fear, joy, pain, acceptance poured into their efforts like freshly spilled blood from an open wound. That’s the only way to describe the intensity of the moment; pouring, blending into one another. Their motions weren’t rough but desperate.

This was a form of companionship they’d stood just beyond the reach of for too long. Each chased the other, afraid the feeling would dissipate if they came up for air. The room spinned, and between the drugs, darkness, and lack of air- faces were fuzzy. When they latched once again, Y/N’s fingers intertwined within the mess of knots in Aegon’s hair. His fingers danced along her sides in a track leading from her hips up to the swells of her breast. In his greed, he wanted to feel everything she had to offer.

Y/N’s straddle widened to accommodate Aegon’s hips. They’d been in this position before. When they were younger it was in the heat of a disagreement. As they got older, boundaries thinned and it became a dangerous standoff. They knew how to play this game. Y/N ground her increasingly wanting core against the already firm bulge in Aegon’s jeans. He hissed against her lips. She chuckled in triumph until she had to moan. Aegon thrusted his hips up in a circular motion. The moans Y/N made were sinful.

In retaliation, she leaned in to nibble down his neck and to his exposed collar bone. He whined. Actually whined. He groped the supple flesh of her bottom to stabilize himself. That backfired. She was in a skirt, so he truly clutched a handful of her skin. She was in a godsdamned thong.

“Fuck.” He spoke in an extended exhale. Y/N straightened her posture to grind on him like he was a fair’s mechanical dragon. He was awestruck by her unabashed lust. He himself sat up and chased her lips in need of their bruising bliss. His hands slid up her now untucked shirt and over her breasts. He kneaded them and it caused them both to groan.

“Aegon.” Y/N was pained by desperation. He reflected the same distress. “I want to feel good.”

He nodded with abandon. He wanted it to. He’d come into his own hand, and occasionally other girls, at the prospect of the dream he now lived. “I will. Sevens help me I will. I lo-”

His near declaration was cut off by an intruder clearing their throat. Aegon’s grip on Y/N tightened to hide any potentially exposed skin. Startled, they searched for the origin of the disruption. There stood Aemond with a glare from the depths of the seven hells. Alys’ eyes were awkwardly downcast and arms crossed.

Y/N scrambled to untangle herself. She tried to look more presentable. It wouldn’t make her any less guilty.

Aegon was deeply annoyed with the intrusion. “And you’re here because?” He looked over his brother like he was the weird outcast from the back of the class trying to sneak a seat at the popular kid’s table.

“Seems the same as you.” Then his lips sneered as he addressed Y/N. “But at least we’re sober enough to know what we’re doing.”

“Hey,” Y/N’s guilt faded into anger at his accusation. “We’re equally stoned.”

“I can see.” Aemond snorted. “That’s why you let him paw at you like a rabid dog. Or was it desperation?” He cocked his head to the side, words flowing with condemnation. “What happened to being the one person he’d never touch?”

Y/N retreated into herself. It was all too much. Her disappointment from earlier, the substances, Aegon’s words of comfort, the feeling of his lips on hers, where it was leading, and his near admission. Now Aemond. It all spiraled in her mind like water circling a drain. She was a sinking ship. This was it. She found it more difficult to fill her lungs with air. She needed out. She needed to get out. She needed to get out now.

Without a second thought to her state of dress, Y/N flew off the bed and to the door. Her words vomited out her mouth as she was on the move. “I, I, it just happened okay. Don’t make it a bigger deal than it is.”

With no regard for himself, Aegon went after her in his disheveled manor. His single focus was to make sure she was okay. Aemond caught his forearm before he could make it out the doorway.

Blind malice had a hold over Aemond. He spat his words into his brother’s panicking face. “Hurts to be interrupted once you finally achieve what you’ve always wanted, doesn’t it?”

Aegon shook his arm free. He would’ve decked Aemond if he wasn’t so concerned about reaching Y/N. “Fuck you, you jealous, unwanted, scarred, creep.”

He jogged down the hallways of the building and out the back looking for Y/N. She only stopped when her feet touched the dew soaked grass.

Aegon encircled her from behind. His arms applied the grounding pressure she needed. Her sobs were heartwrenching. “Hey, hey, shh. It’s okay.”

Y/N didn’t cease her cries. “He’s right. He’s right.” Her head dropped forward in defeat. “I was desperate to feel wanted and I came onto you. And I shouldn’t have! You’re my best friend’s older brother, and we’re at each other's throats all the time. I crossed a line I shouldn’t have. I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid.” Aegon rubbed his face into the crook of her neck. He couldn’t let go. “You’re smart, and sweet, and perfect, and I wanted to.”

“I wanted to, too. Gods I wanted you.” Her breaths were rigid and alternating between too deep and not enough. “But the thought of ruining things… all I want is peace.”

….

The senior send off was just another party. Another time for Y/N to be a social butterfly. However, this time Aemond managed to keep up with her most of the night. She was oblivious to the curious glances cast in their direction. She focused on the conversations in front of her. Aemond was quieter, more reserved, and aware of his surroundings. He noticed. He enjoyed the presumed envy.

He left her side to refill their drinks. Making his way from one side of the crowd to the other wasn’t easy. He was taller, but his presence wasn’t as vibrant as Y/N’s or Aegon’s. They tended to have an easier time navigating the crowds.

When he arrived at the drink station he was greeted by his sister and one of his classmates, Rayel maybe. He faintly remembered only because Y/N and Helena seemed to enjoy the girl. She was too eager for his taste. She appeared disappointed when Aemond didn’t embrace her in conversation. Why would he? She wasn’t anyone he wanted. Still, he didn’t want to receive backlash for being rude, so he indulged in simple one word answers. Perhaps that took up more time than he thought, because soon Y/N emerged from the crowd.

“Ah, I see what’s taking you so long.” Y/N stepped around Aemond and hugged Rayel. “Good company keeps you busy.”

“Sure.” Aemond curtly answered as he added mixers into their cups of alcohol.

Y/N rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. “Ignore him.” She said to Rayel.

“We certainly do.” Helaena chimed in. She smirked at the grimace Aemond sent her way.

“How was your summer exchange program in Dorne?”

“Oh my gods Y/N, you would not believe how incredible it is down there. I was telling Helena, first you think it’s going to be all miserable dessert but the residence is centered around an oases!”

Aemond filtered out the conversation. He had no care for what this girl did in Dorne. None of it was important. Tonight, it was him and Y/N. He’d spent the party by her side, allowing many exchanges, was pleasant with those who she exchanged with, and even gotten a dance out of her. It was time to move on to what he’d hoped for all night. He listened in once more.

“We should add that to our travel list.” Helena suggested. Y/N nodded.

“Before or after Valyria?” Aemond mused. He’d play along for what he needed.

Y/N chuckled and batted at his arm gently. “No, this is for my trip with just Helaena and I, you ditz.”

Aemond hummed. “I see. So long as we still have our trip…”

“Yes, our trip.” Y/N circled her index finger to signify Helaena’s inclusion.

“Here, let me show you some pictures I haven’t posted yet.” Rayel chirped and pulled out her phone to show the girls. Aemond rested his drink on one of the kegs, turned tables and used his free hand to gently grasp Y/N’s forearm.

“Your drink.” The cup was exchanged and Y/N grinned a small but bright smile. Aemond suddenly felt like the only person here with her; like everyone else were just blobs of colorful reflected light. This wasn’t a solo occurrence.

“Thank you.” Y/N took a sip and Aemond preened.

“Hey, can we go back to our conversation earlier?” Aemond was too focused on Y/N to notice Rayel’s peeking.

“What? The one where you were bragging about restoring that old dragon modeled sports car or the one where you said Landon Hills has as much class as his stepdad has Lannister loans?”

“No,” Aemond collected his drink and cocked his head. “The one about the favor.”

“Oh that conversation.” Y/N played along. “Must be important for you to bring it up twice.”

Aemond was smug with his banter back. “So important that I’d rather discuss it away from frivolous girls and their coddled trips.”

Over the years, Y/N became accustomed to Aemond’s open disrespect to others. It was hard not to. He wasn’t always subtle. She simply shook her head and wrapped her arm around Aemond’s. “Someone’s feisty tonight.” Before taking a step she turned to Helaena and Rayel and spoke louder. “We’ll be right back.”

Y/N pulled Aemond through the crowd. She was going in the direction of the lake, but Aemond had other ideas.

“This way.” He took the lead and turned their direction to where paths forked. Exiting the sea of people he shrugged away her confusion. “I thought it’d be nice to take a walk where you didn’t have to shout in every conversation.”

She accepted the conclusion without any objection. It would be nice not to strain her vocal cords for five minutes. Plus, Aemond put up with the crowd for hours now and she knew that drained him. She could be nice and go along with his suggestion.

They walked down a trail in silence, sipping their drinks for a few minutes before Y/N stopped at an old picnic table. Thinking that was as far as he needed, she took a seat on the table top.

Aemond’s lips upturned slightly, gently, and he shook his head. Once again, he used his free hand to grab onto her. This time, he took her hand instead. He was firm in decision but soft in execution. It wasn’t strange for him to be this tender every now and again. Momentary hand holding wasn’t odd either, but then he kept her hand. He folded his fingers between hers. His thumb glided over the smooth skin of the back of her hand. 

They continued further down the trail until they came to a small clearing. The main party clearing was the size of a sport’s field. This clearing was the size of an inground swimming pool. It was easy to see an array of stars overhead, the light pollution of King’s Landing dulled by the vast forest estates of King’s Woods. The noise of the party and its music were a hum behind them. Y/N placed her cup down on the grass below and looked up at the stars above.

“Oh…” Her voice was hushed to match the stillness of the situation. “They’re beautiful.” She looked over to Aemond to find agreement, but all she found was the intensity of his gaze. He looked at her the way she looked at the stars. It was at that moment she truly understood the old saying: he looks at me like I hung the moon and stars. It caused her to swallow deep and it felt like a rock plummeted down her throat to her stomach. Trepidation tickled her skin like a current of electricity. There was no friendly excuse for the moment. She was on the edge of an unknown cliff about to fall, and part of her was excited for the drop. Everything in her was conflicted.

“Beautiful.” Aemond agreed, but they both knew he wasn’t talking about the stars. He was relaxed, and tender, and everything like the magnetic person he could be- if he just let the invisible weight of expectations fall. He shifted so that he went from being shoulder to shoulder, to being directly in front of her. She tried to hide herself by looking to the forest floor, their shoes, blades of grass, anything but meeting his eyes.

Aemond never dropped her hand. With his other, he took her jaw with his thumb to her chin. Through thick lashes she blinked and caught sight of how close his face was to hers. Her free hand laid flat against his chest. Whether to push him away or hold him close, she didn’t know. She took steps back but didn’t realize that she was pulling him along with her, still connected. Surprise took hold over her once she felt tree bark graze her back. She’d caged herself.

Y/N tilted her head forward to rest on Aemond’s shoulder. It felt like the safest option. The familiarity lulled her into pliability. Aemond dropped her jaw and instead cupped her cheek. He lowered himself so his temple rested on the top of her head. Eons passed in the seconds they stood together.

“We can’t” Y/N’s voice shook breathily from the difficulty she had breaking the silence.

Aemond’s hold on her cheek firmed as his fingers raised to brush through her hair. “We can.” He spoke with such conviction, beyond his normal tone of certainty. “I promise you, you’ll enjoy it.”

“I-” Their breaths mingled and she breathed in the alcohol scented puffs they exhaled. It enveloped her like the wind rustled the leaves off trees. The stomach lurching drop slowly crept to the forefront again.

“Just one kiss so I can know what it’d feel like” He tried to reason with her. He pulled back so he could tilt her for ease of access.

Her focus darted back and forth over his face. The dim light around them reflected off the whites of her eyes. Hypnotizing was the way he’d describe it. She was the maiden, a nymph, the goddess of love, Meleys herself. Everything he dreamed since he was ten. Before he knew what love and longing meant. It was right here in front of him, in his grasp.

“One little kiss.” He urged further. “To break the spell and maybe I can move forward.” In what direction, he did not specify.

“One?” Y/N croaked. Her eyelids fluttered closed and lips parted ever so slightly. Submission.

“Yes, one.” Aemond assured. Before he darkened his vision, he memorized every detail of her face. There was the way her brows creased in impatience. Orange blossom perfume lingered on her neck. Her perfectly plump lips were ready for him to seize and he did.

He ended her anticipation and brought the full force of his desire crashing down onto her. It was a tidal wave washing her out to sea. His lips molded against hers. His hold constricted, bringing her impossibly closer. She whined ever so high pitched and it caused him to smirk into the kiss. Everything was perfect in the world. He had everything he ever wanted in his grasp for him to devour- till he didn’t.

A bruising hand yanked him backwards by his shoulder. Aemond stumbled, heel catching a root, and he fell to the ground. He quickly went through the feelings of alarm, embarrassment, dejection, and finally hate. Above him, between his spot on the ground and Y/N, stood Aegon with balled fists. He looked ready to kill Aemond with his bare hands. After recognizing Y/N’s bewildered expression behind Aegon, Aemond could say the same.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Aegon wasn’t shouting, but his voice boomed in a serious way that caught both Aemond and Y/N off guard. “So desperate and depraved that you’d wait till she’s drunk to cash in a favor.” Aegon mocked Aemond with the word favor; like it was something pathetic. Like he was pathetic.

Something about Aegon’s words snapped Y/N back to reality. She was trying to get Aegon’s attention, pulling on his arm, hoping for his attention. “It’s not like that.” But there was a crumbling belief to her words. 

“It is!” Aegon hadn’t centered his tone for her. Though he wanted her to remain behind him, she rounded to be in the middle. In desperate exasperation he waved in the general direction of Aemond. “That’s been his plan the whole night! Hells, the whole summer! Control the situation, again!” Despite Y/N blocking his path, Aegon hollered over her to spit at Aemond. “Isn’t that right?”

Wounded pride turned Aemond into a predator. His rise was slow and calculated like he was building energy to pounce. Y/N didn’t recognize the look behind his eyes. Once angelic, now appeared demonic. He was blind to the rest of the world, including her.

Aegon pushed Y/N out of the way in time to avoid being caught in the crossfire. Though Aemond was the better fighter, wounded pride made his consciousness go blank and his base instincts weren’t enough. Aegon easily sidestepped Aemond’s first attempt at a blow. Aegon had gone in the direction of his weaker eye, giving him the advantage. Using it, Aegon uppercut into Aemond’s stomach, a sure way to make him collapse. 

History wasn’t linear, but a never ending, chaotic loop. Here Y/N was again, flinging herself into one of their scuffles. She ignored that all their most recent brawls devolved over her. 

Aegon had done enough. Aemond was down and gasping for the air he lost. He needn't do more. Y/N made sure Aemond wasn’t dying before standing with Aegon. It was an image that burned into Aemond’s mind like a brand. Every failure, every time he wasn’t good enough, that he felt small, helpless, pathetic, weak, and Aegon was there proudly looming over him with Y/N to watch. He’d never lose that picture nor the feelings that came with it. 

“He’s right.” A meak echo came from Aegon’s side. Y/N. “ We shouldn’t do this. I don’t want things to change.”

Aemond’s palm raised and slammed into the ground. It spooked Y/N. He spoke in a hiss. “You said to give you the summer.” He had no right to claim her. The logical part of his brain had no conflict with it. The wounded boy in him wanted to tear his surroundings to shreds then set them ablaze and watch everything turn to ash. All that so he could be the one standing proud over the ashes. He felt owed that.

Y/N found enough courage to toughen her words. “I said I might not change my mind at all. And you…” Her arms folded over her chest as they always did when she felt the need for protection. Aegon placed a comforting arm around her shoulders. She was shaking after all. She’d coiled into herself very serpent like, ready to strike. He watched as the emotions wracked her. She landed on disgust. “You never changed. I’m just a thing to possess to you, without autonomy. Screw you!”

She sobbed a curdling cry and collapsed into Aegon’s hold. Aegon forgot about Aemond. Everything was Y/N. He whispered soothing endearments to her. She was in his grasp at last. He’d take care of her from here.

A/N 2: So... thank you for reading. Let me know how you've enjoyed the story thus far. Any guesses as to what will come next. There will be a pause in new chapters for one to two weeks as I need to rewrite the next chapter. However, that means a better reading experience. Yay!

[neil-gaiman]

This show is up for another eleven days. It's sweet and hilarious, and it made me smile so much. Geoff Notkin is about my oldest friend and I love that he's on Radio Scotland being funny and telling his stories...

[aquadestinyswriting]

Writing Exercise 3

Ok, so I was looking through this post again to see if I wanted to do any of the other writing exercises on it and I came across the "Shuffle a playlist on your music player of choice. For whichever song plays, describe what you “see” with your imagination." exercise. Needless to say, since I have at least 4 different playlists just for my many WIP series, I needed to give this one a shot.

I'm just gonna go with shuffling my 'Emotional Songs' playlist since that's the most extensive one I have and I use it to plot with. Placing the song and my thoughts about it under a cut to save everyone's dashes.

Tagging: @davycoquette (as requested), @druidx, @lexiklecksi and @sparrow-orion-writes because you guys might get a kick out of this.

And shuffle chose the following song:

Oh man. Ok, so let's get into this.

I feel like I'm losing hope In my body and my soul And the sky, it looks so ominous And as time comes to a halt Silence starts to overflow My cries are inconspicuous

OK, so for this part of the first verse, I typically see Elowyn staring up at the ceiling of the cavern she, Meredith and Enezeage are shivering in after almost drowning trying to swim through some flooded mineshafts to get to some Bad Guys(tm). I think it's pretty accurate to say that at least the girls are feeling a bit hopeless since the other two members of their party have just drowned and Merri and Elowyn had just about followed suit not that long before.

Tell me, God, are you punishing me? Is this the price I'm paying for my past mistakes? This is my redemption song I need you more than ever right now Can you hear me now?

The scene in my head for this part skips ahead a little bit to when Elowyn dies for the first (or was it second?) time thanks to being ripped to shreds by a Dire Dire weasel (the thing stood about 4 feet at the shoulder, which is a bit taller than Elowyn). Elowyn's sitting in the waiting room when she suddenly gets pulled through a portal by a clawed, reptilian hand and is then told that she's now Kurtulmak's Vassal before she wakes up back in the real world pretty much naked and covered in ick. Bear in mind this takes place waaay before Elowyn finally gets ordained as a paladin, so she's a rogue at this point in the story of the campaign.

'Cause we're gonna shout it loud Even if our words seem meaningless It's like I'm carrying the weight of the world I wish that someway, somehow That I could save every one of us But the truth is that I'm only one girl Maybe if I keep believing, my dreams will come to life Come to life

There are a couple of scenes that flash into my head for this first chorus honestly. All of them involving Elowyn standing up for herself, her beliefs or others that are less fortunate than herself. The first one is when she's standing up to King Storri and Captain Bloodvein about the kobolds that the party ended up taking on as companions after that whole resurrection by Kurtulmak thing. The next one that comes to mind is quite a lot later when she's up on a box trying to calm a riotous mob that's trying to get into the Temple of Moradin in Toreguarde.

After all the laughter fades Signs of life all washed away I can still, still feel a gentle breeze No matter how hard I pray Signs of warning still remain And life has become my enemy

Now, I tend to switch POV over to Meredith for the second verse, only because this song is a definitive fit for both girls, for slightly different reasons. For this first part of the second verse, the scene that comes to mind is always one where Meredith is sitting in her room in Acacia Avenue after the celebrations for Darkhide's defeat are over and the party have been chucked out to go home and sleep. The scene is not a happy one, since she's trying to pray to Moradin and not getting an answer and is slowly realising that her people are still in grave danger, despite the defeat of one of the most powerful necromancers Allansia has seen in about a decade.

Tell me, God, are you punishing me? Is this the price I'm paying for my past mistakes? This is my redemption song I need you more than ever right now Can you hear me now?

For this second half-verse, I tend to visualise Meredith sitting in her cell waiting for her trial and likely execution date after she's discovered and arrested in Fangthane upon her return there. To be fair, she doesn't believe her gods are punishing her so much as kicking herself for getting caught because she has no evidence with which to exonerate herself, so she's spending herself praying for some sort of miracle.

'Cause we're gonna shout it loud Even if our words seem meaningless It's like I'm carrying the weight of the world I wish that someway, somehow That I could save every one of us But the truth is that I'm only one girl Maybe if I keep believing, my dreams will come to life Come to life

Like with Elowyn above, I tend to see various scenes for this chorus. Most of them involve Meredith standing up to the various enemies that her party met during their adventure. I also sometimes visualise a few scenes where Meredith is trying to keep her party or her people safe from some sort of danger, even if it's not immediately visible.

'Cause we're gonna shout it loud Even if our words seem meaningless Like I'm carrying the weight of the world I wish that someway, somehow That I could save every one of us But the truth is that I'm only one girl

For this chorus I visualise short flashes of both Elowyn and Meredith trying to talk some sense into their people as matters in both Toreguarde and Fangthane start to fall apart. Mostly it scenes of Elowyn trying to stem the corruption in the Council and the Brotherhood of Cleaving's reign of terror in Toreguarde and Meredith trying to talk some sense into the leadership of her Church as a full-on Schism starts erupting.

Still, we're gonna shout it loud Even if our words seem meaningless It's like I'm carrying the weight of the world I hope that someway, somehow That I could save every one of us But the truth is that I'm only one girl Maybe if I keep believing, my dreams will come to life Come to life

For this last chorus, I tend to visualise the lead-up to the final battle of the campaign. The first scene I visualise tends to be Elowyn getting ganked on top of a sea stack and Merri having to ress her mid-battle. However, the main scene I tend to see is Elowyn trying to talk Ionah (the Big Bad) down in attempt to, potentially, save what's left of the woman's soul. There was a whole heartfelt speech about understanding why Ionah followed the path she did and the fact that there was second chance still available. The body language I can see for both women in my head at this point is just heart-breaking, because Elowyn tried so hard, only for Ionah to turn around and basically murder her son (and Meredith's husband), who is off-screen and on another plane of existence at this point.

[classycoffeesublime]

I am currently reading crooked kingdom while watching the second season of shadow and bones. I love the crows and their storry and I feel like the show hits so much harder when you have read the books. I am loving their world and I can tell taht once I finish the duologie, I will feel empty and have a book hangover. Oh, how I dread living in the real world right now.

[druidx]

Since this bit got cut in the plot rejig, but I'm still quite fond of the glimpse into Elo's character, I thought I'd share it. Please ignore the SPG issues - it's still raw.

The pair of them walk out and into the corridors of the City Hall. "So where are we going?" Nirric asks. "Actually," Elo says, "is there any possible way I can convince you to not follow me? The thing that I want to do is a bit of a personal situation and I'd like to do it alone, if I could." Nirric gives her a level gaze. "I'm sorry ma'am," he says. "But I like my head more than I like allowing you your privacy. I find I'm rather attached to my head, as it allows me to, you know, continue living." Elo stares. "King Storri wouldn't behead you just for letting me out of your sight for an hour!" she says. "He can, and he would. He'd do worse and all if you got into trouble while I was absent." "But… that's barbaric." "Aye, but such would be his wroth at me not performing this explicit duty. to be honest, I'd let him. I could not face my kin if I allowed myself to perform so shamefully." elo just stares at him. "Damn son," she says. "I know I have an overdeveloped sense of honour sometimes, but… yeah. damn." Nirric gives an easy shrug. "Either way, you're not getting out of losing me, even for a few minutes. so, I shall ask again, where are we going?" Elo stares at him, then sighs. "We're going to the training grounds associated with the Kord arena," she says. "Why?" "Because I want to get into trouble, in a controlled and orderly fashion." Nirric stares back at her. "Yeah. nope, you're going to have to explain that to me." he says. By this time they have gone down the elevator, and out the front doors and Elo hails a taxi for them.

"so, here's the thing," Elo says once they are safely ensconced in the taxi and on their way to the training ground outside the city limits. "I find my work restrictive sometimes. I get points where I find I cannot cope with the violence and horror I see on a daily basis, with no outlet to deal with it. I can't afford to lose my job, and so I can't afford to act on the urges I get towards some of the worst criminals we arrest – namely that is to destroy them wholly and completely. I must hold myself above and be better than the scum that we have to arrest and hope they will go 'down the river to the big house'. so to relieve myself I go to the Kord training grounds, where they have no qualms over under estimating a little girl like me, and so I can thoroughly thrash them, and get some relief from the trails of my day job." "So that's where we're going?" Nirric asks. "somewhere you can beat the living daylights out of someone in a free and safer environment. where there are clear cut rules of engagement and you can expect that no one will try and actually kill you." he nods "I think I approve of this idea. we, of course, have our own training grounds, but yes, I suppose our focus is on technique and restraint, not on how much damage one can do to another person without actually killing them." "Nirric," Elo says seriously, "you can't tell anyone about this, okay? No one living knows I come here." "Why not? It's a marvellous idea. I may have to suggest it to our instructions back home.." "Nirric, no. At least, not for a while. It can't look like you babysitting me and the idea has anything in common." He gives her a sideways look. "Are you… afraid?" he asks, surprised. "You never struck me as the sort of person that would be afraid of people thinking you were doing something to control yourself, and your urges and make you a better person." "I am not afraid," Elo states emphatically. "I… just don't want anyone to know." "Why?" "They… they might stop me coming. They might think less of me for being unable to control myself. For needing this crutch. People look up to me, did you know? It's unfair when there are so many other good officers, that I get held up as the example of good officership, but it still happens, and so I can't allow it to get out that I'm… not." Nirric quirks an eyebrow at her. "That sounds like fear to me. You're afraid to let people see you for a person with weakness like any other." "I have standards to maintain," Elo grumbles.

Nirric settles back and looks out the window as the houses outside get less grand, and then fewer and further between as the distance grows between them and the center of the city. "I think it's admirable," he says quietly. "I think you'll find that people will respect you more. You admit to having a weakness, but you can manage it. This sneaking off to let off steam and burn off the restless energy that brews from your job and the pressures from it is far more healthy than say turning to alcohol or other worse habits." he gives her that side long look again. "Perhaps, I may at least suggest it to his majesty? Some physical activity might lessen his nightmares," Nirric says quietly. Elo considers him for a moment, then looks away, out her own window. "Fine," she says, "but don't you dare let on that idea came from me. I find out you do and I will give you such an ass whooping." Nirric laughs. "You could always give me an ass whooping now, if you like," he says and gives a contemplative grin. "I quite like the sound of those bragging rights: me and the reforged blade of Toregurd met blow for blow, and though she kicked my ass to the curb like it was nothing, I still got to meet her in the arena and trade those blows." Elo lets out an indelicate snort and rolls her eyes, which makes him laugh again. "You people are ridiculous," she says. "Sure, and you're not?" he asks, to which she sticks out her tongue.

Soon enough, the taxi is crunching over the gravel car park in front of a large building. They get out, and Nirric insist on paying the cab fair, saying King Storri gave him spending money for her, and then they are walking up the steps to the building. It is a curious building, a mix of western brickwork and utilitarianism, with strong eastern influences shown in the scooping points of the roof tiles and large round windows. Nirric looks askance at her for it, and Elo gives an easy shrug. "Orock paid for part of it with profits from the plot hook. He uses it to train his students just as much as he does in the bar. Plus the federation that runs the Kord arena next to the plot hook likes to keep their own students on the edge, so the merging of disciplines helps keep both parties sharp." "How do you even know about this place then?" Nirric asks. "I trained with Orock for a spell myself," Elo says. "I had a very privileged training regime," she adds at his raised eyebrows and open mouth. "I see," he says, and then he laughs. "I bet that's had a hand in the way you obsess over the standards you have to keep up too. All those people poured all that effort and time and cash into making you the best you can be; anyone would feel churlish if they didn't replace that with being the absolute best they can be." Elo graces him with a soft smile. "Now you understand," she says. "Now you know why no one can know I come here. Standards-" "-to maintain," he finishes for her. "Yeah I think I'm getting it."

[askganon]

Sire, I saw one of people mention Technoblade to you, and if you desire to know more of him, may I suggest you to take a listen to "Woe to the people of order", specifically Mizz Fish adition of it ? It does a pretty good job of telling the storry of his even tho it is a bit incomplete

Perhaps I shall, if I deem it necessary.

[bigmack2go]

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Also here are my notes. Not all of them make sense anymore but some do lol.

So we all know i love musicals and thats why i chose this topic. i knew from the beginning that i wanted to do smt with musicals for this but i wasnt sure whT to chose. I was debating doing the portrayal of death in musicals but nit all of you answered in time whether thya would trigger anybody so that was out. The second option was costumes in musical whoch wooild make sense for us as fashion forst graders but then u realised i could include that in this.

Now obviously there isnt one way to make a good musical and its always a matter of opinion. And while i do have an opinion, i tried to form a critical opinion on everything.

Theres a lot of stuff that goes into musicals. When you think of a good one you may think of one with good lyrics or a cool story. But theres also stuff that you don’t think of at first, that alone couldn’t’make’ a good play, but in combination are the most important parts! Like the light design >insert rest of agenda.< (kannst einfach ablesen, was auf der folie steht!)

story wise i think heathers did a great job. Heathers is about a girl who falls in love with a killer. Ups and downs, and just a generally creative and good story with a good and,,more or less sense-making plot. The layout is very good too: a great hook, some happy stuff, scary and then things go down with a bittersweet ending. Im not sure how to explain what makes a good or a bad plot but for reference imma give you cats in comparison as an example of a not so good plot

Talking lyrics, i dont need to think twice to tell you hamilton! Its about alexander the great and his life. There is no way to convince me of anything else. Its a peotic masterpiece which especially brings out alexander hamitons own lyrical genius. Lin Manuel Miranda is a great fan of motifs and mass rhymes, and methaphors. His stylisation is nit only unique but really really good!

but I honestly didn’t like the choreo: it was sloppy and ensemble based. They were just rearranging furniture and stuff. There was only one song, “Satisfied” that was choreographed well. i do however think that westside storry has an awesome choreo! Westside story is about racism and separation between gangs in the 1960’s new york city. It tells storry but it’s still dancing. Good dancing i mean. They mixed elements of ballet with hip hop, flamenco and countles other kinds of dancing and it came out with perfection

and while the tunes are awesome there, there are better ones. Like Rent. But even better: hadestown. A modern retelling of the story of greek mythology god orpheus and his love interest euridacy. The tunes are everything there! It captured the mood and it was,,, seductive to your ears! The orchestra and composer did a great job! Its not easy to make all instruments work with each other so well. Or in the hights! Awesome composition!

yk what else is great about in the hights? The mood! It has ups and downs. An awesome balance thats brought acroos awesomely! Some would argue that SIX is by far the play with the best mood and don’t get me wrong SIX also has a great mood but i dont think they found a good balance for that. The mood is almost exclusively positive for what its worth and it didnt have enough variety

while its not like in the heights had the chance to, they still didn’t have the greatest costumes… however six didn’t have the chance either, but they still did it. They’re original and iconic and make the characters! Six tells the story of the six wives of henry the eighth who were divorced, beheaded, died, divirced, beheaded and survived. Of course there goes a lot into costume making which makes this even better Theres a lot to concidder:

-cholortheory

-color psychology

-prises

-fabric

And then of course the require some necessary qualities like

-quickchanges

-dancable

-rechognise characters (especially when one actor plays several) and set the ensemble apart

-makes no noises OR make specific noises

-You need to concidder the period in which the play takes place, and clothes aren’t the only complicated part of costumes: wigs/ hair and makeup or facepaint can make a whole look!

And the kind of musical can also influence the kinds of costumes. Some examples are

Types/ways of costumes (I tried to make this as few categories as possibles possible)

(Erklären!!!)

- Normal clothing. Examples: come from away, Illinois, the prom

- Periodically./accurate (unter punkt: seemingly adequate) Examples: newsies, the greatest show, something rotten

- Periodically modernised: Hamilton who had periodical clothes and hair and make up modern,

- Modernised: SIX which was almost robitic, descendants

- Interpretation Starlight express, (where trains and cars wore roler skates), tarzan, and lionking? Possibly? I feel like lionking could be a category of its own though to be honest

- made into outfit:: spongebob, Arielle/the little mermaid, (starlight express)

- Actually just costumes: cats, Shrek, beauty and the beast or wicked

- Inadequate: six

- Portraying: into the woods and parts of starlight express

- Simplified: hamilton

- using the stage: illinois, ride the cyclone

then theres storry telling for which i say cats. cats… which is quite ironic. Cats is about…. Well… cats

They could have done better but i still think it’s the best there is! They TELL their storry. Like in six exept they actually have a present that like,, exists. The lyrics alright i guess but the composing could have had a little more variety, however i did love the stage there as well because it was always the same but still did awesome stuff like the train thingy

talking about stages! I think the stage is such an important part thats often overlooked. There are musicals like dear evan hansen, the prom, be more chill or tuck everlasting that have a variety of different sets with self driving probs but it’s just actually different things and not very creative. There are two versions of good stages. One that take you in the setting, but that only works if your setting is a special place. There are many musicals that made this one very well. My top two are frozen on ice and tarzan they are actually in an icepit with icedanging and stuff and in tarzan they swing around like actual monkeys and spray you with water and stuff. The second type is when there is one element thats used through the whole show and that makes the setting. This is also called a Uni-set. One of the best examples for this is probably the grey cube: Falsettos. It’s about aids and judaism (?)

But whats part of the stage design is the light design which is overlooked even more than the stage itself. I know i said said that i didnt like the stage of dear evan hansen but it does have an awesome light design! In general the technical aspects and also the sound design there is really good! Dear evan hansen is about a boy who pretends to have been friends with a kid that recently passed.

then theres what i call the manipulation aspect which is choices that were purposely made but not pointed out. I think that hamilton did a great job here too. A lot of people talking at once when to much is going on in his life and only him talking when he makes the dumbest decision in his life. Walking in straight lines when thinking simple and good but in circles when it’s complicated and a lot. That sort of stuff.

the last aspect is performance. Its hard to rate this since for stage musicals the actors and therefore the performance changes constantly but i think the original tuck everlasting cast did a great job! Tuck everlasting is about a girl, Winnie, who meets an immortal family

something that i honestly probably shouldnt count but gives bonus points is: every musical should have at least one singer tht seems to not even be able to miss a tune if they tried. Sure all singers should be good i love when theres just this one over the top adelle level person. The greatest showman has one and its epic, like,,, goosbumbs throughout the whole song “never enough” with the swedish nightingale. The greatest showman is about Pineas Barnum- an actual guy- who believed in true happiness and that as long as a smile is real, it doesn’t matter if the ‘cause’ of that smile is. He was the reason for the saying “freakshow”

however those are only the best in their aspects but if you’re asking what the BEST MUSICAL IS I definitely say Newsies! im not saying that because i like it -which i do- but actually critically thinking!

Newsies is a Musical based on the newsboys strike of 1899 where the Newsies working for the World and the Journal held the first ever successful strike in america that was organised by kids in history. The story centres Centers around a Newsboy Jack Kelly and his new friend Davey. They start a strike against the owners of the Newspapers and stop selling because they raised the prices for the papers even tho they have more than enough money, when the Newsboys barely make a living. Davey tries to talk him out of it at first but doesn’t succeed. Eveantually he gives in and actually gets really invested in the strike himself in the end.

Now your prolly thinking: why? Well. This presentation is far from over. (That was a lie. Its almost done dont worry)

Lyrics are honestly great! I have zero complaints about that. If anything, i have complements! Sure, its not as good as Mirandas works but, lets be honest: what is? I think the lyrics were still more than A+! The story is simply great. i personally think its harder to make something that already exists or happened into a storry. It requires much more creativity despite already having a ‘template’ you have to make the whole thing fit and make sense with your own thing and still be accurate and theres a lot about this actually. Newsies did great with that! It’s composed geniusly too. Menken/Ortega outdid himself by far with it. The choreo? Bombastic! Don’t even get me started. Prolly the best I’ve even seen! And I‘m not just saying that. I actually don’t think i’ve ever seen anything choreographed this well before. They have dance breaks in songs, DESPITE DANCING THE WHOLE TIME anyways

Tunes? Through the roof top. (Haha get it— cuz of santa fe— laugh>:()

The mood was great but it had a balance! It was introduced with a good mood, making u invested but still,,, deep and sad.

You just need one picture -and this is gonna sound really bad for my case but- this[bild zeigen] is all you need to know about the show

While the costumes aren’t too original they’re definitely iconic and not too bad.

Story telling is fantastic! There are some talking to yourself/the audience and telling the story! Some telling it WITHIN the plot (which they did a gooood job making it seem natural and not forced info) and some middle grounds. I really liked it. They also blurred the lines there perfectly.

Stages! I love using newsies as an example for a good stage because they have BOTH kinds of a good stage! (sorta) its one element that is rearanged to make a whole different setting. They only needed some little elements that weren’t always the same. Add a few tables and chairs? Diner. Ad fancier chairs? Pulitzers office. Typewriter? Boom! Editors office. I also think that the metall stuff did a really good job reminding u where and when exactly this is taking place and that that combination of time and place: lower manhattan in 1899 wasnt the best mix of time and place to live in so that sorta counts for the first type.

We dont even need to talk about the “manipulation” aspect bc i wouldnt even know where to start. Im not even sure it was all on purpose. What character has what choreo, the double meaning of some things, the reprises, the rhymes and so much more

They have medda and jeremy jordan as jack kelly so they have not one but TWO of those perfect singers!

And Ive honestly never seen a bad performance of newsies . So yes. Chritically, Newsies is the best musical

Anyway my favourite is and always will be

Starlight express

Despite not being on place one in even ine of these

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WIP WThursday :3c

Tagged by the wonderfully talented @bostoniangirl21 I tagged people yesterday. So, whoever reads this should post something they're working on too :> (feel free to tag me so I can read it!) I've been working btwn Sifkni, Estinan and Finnki's storry, because they're all in the same universe (technically I have a few more OCs in Sifkni's realm. Blomma is there. And Another character I haven't really shared yet, Luna Freewinter). (Yes, I have an OC problem)

Anyways, enjoy this small thing from Finnki's story

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���Turning in that bounty, Thane?” Irileth held a mug to her lips as she watched Finnki. Finnki nodded. “Meant to turn it in yesterday. Made it in late. Fell asleep at the temple.” She tried to stifle her yawn. “I heard from my guards. Is he okay? The khajiit?” “I hope so. He is resting. Danica said he should recover. I hope he does.”  Finnki sat down next to Irileth. “What will do when he does? Does he have family here? He is far away from Elsweyr.” Finnki pursed her lips. “Well, I'm not sure. He can stay with me until he’s well enough for travel. I did rescue him against his will, so.” She sighed. “It’s my responsibility if he doesn’t have anywhere to go.” “Too good for your own good.” Irileth shook her head. “Have you heard anything about your father?” “He is back in Valenwood. With his family. It’s become increasingly hard to send letters to Dominion controlled areas. With the Civil War. I wish he hadn’t moved away.” “You’re telling me. I’ll remain at Jarl Balgruuf’s side, regardless of the direction the war goes.” Irileth leaned back in the chair. She looked over at the Jarl and his steward.

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April 2024 was a big month for Scottish comedians on television networks. Here are some things I watched.

Baby Reindeer

I watched this a couple of days ago, and in those couple of days I must admit I have done some Googling and have come to the conclusion that the last thing the world needs is one more person publicly expressing anything about that show. It’s a very good show. It’s very well made, well written and well acted and a compelling and terrifying story well told. I highly recommend it if you like that sort of thing, though I do recommend first looking up what sort of thing it is, because trigger warning for just about everything. Mainly stalking and sexual assault.

I do not recommend further Googling, as I found out after watching it that that it was apparently much closer to “true crime” than I’d thought initially. I mean, I knew it was based on a true story. I knew it covered the same part of his real life as the autobiographical story in his stand-up show Monkey See Monkey Do, which was broadcast on Comedy Central and which I also watched last week and it’s also very good.

But it’s looking like Baby Reindeer may be less fictionalized than I’d assumed, and maybe covers ground that’s less resolved/consigned to the past than I’d assumed, that makes it seem like a weird thing to put on Netflix, and definitely makes me think it doesn’t need more people pontificating about it publicly on the internet. So I won’t do much more of that. Something seems a bit off in general and makes me want to stay away from much comment. This part of the post would have been a lot longer if I’d written it a couple of days ago. Seriously though, it’s a very good show. If you assume it exists in a vacuum.

Dinosaur

I watched this because I liked Ashely Storrie from things like The News Quiz, and she has a special I liked on Radio 4, and, you know, autism stories. I think I made a mistake by watching it immediately after I watched Baby Reindeer. I’d thought I could use it as a bit of a palette cleanser for that heavier show, the way if I see a horror movie I always have to immediately watch an episode of 30 Rock after or I can’t sleep. But Baby Reindeer’s heaviness got so deep in my head that it made it hard to get too into anything else, so my enjoyment of Dinosaur suffered for that, which is not Ashley Storrie’s fault.

I’m pretty sure this show is pretty good for what it is, which is a fairly formulaic sitcom but with the twist of an openly autistic main character who can point out how bullshit more sitcom tropes are. Watching two people get married when they’ve known each other for two months is more fun to watch from the perspective of an outsider who thinks it’s stupid, than it would be to see it just from their perspective.

This show definitely picked up steam as it went along, and as the characters developed slightly beyond stock sitcom people. I think my favourite parts of the show were Ashley Storrie at her paleontology job, so I was sorry that we didn’t see much of that after the first episode. I’m just not that into shows based around a wedding, even if it’s only to point out how bad the idea is.

Overall I came away thinking it was all right, but also that I’d definitely watch a second season if there is one, because by the very end I’d found myself starting to get invested in the characters and thinking this has potential. And the wedding’s happened now so season 2 might be built around something else. And I did think the main character was good. Six episodes was just not quite enough time for me to fully get into it.

Fern Brady – Autistic Bikini Queen

Fucking brilliant, as good as I expected it to be and that was a pretty high bar. I’d heard probably 40% of the material before in some form or another, because small parts of it were in her previous show and her next show, bits of it were in her book, and I’ve sought out so much Fern Brady stuff that I’ve seen her tell a few of these stories in other contexts. But that made it seem like a consolidation of the best jokes I’ve heard her tell before, plus a bunch of stuff I haven’t heard, and it was so good.

It is, as she says at the beginning, only a bit about autism. Well only a bit of it is explicitly about autism – the rest is about her views on life and death and love and marriage, and those are of course partly influenced by autism, and they feel refreshing and interesting and funny to me. The hour went by so fast, I thought it was only about halfway done when she started wrapping up.

I love her delivery so much, I think it's improved over the years and really peaked here. The confidence really adds to it.

There isn’t one obvious theme, aside from the idea that romanticized notions are bullshit, but it still feels like everything she says makes sense together. There’s no classic “sad bit at the end” (though it does build to a fun little ending, no spoilers), but it still felt meaningful as well as funny. A lot of it was delightfully rude but it wasn’t funny (just) because it was rude, and it was edgy without being, you know, a dick about it. All the other words that get thrown around about Fern Brady, brutal and honest and whatever else, were earned. And it was funny.

I hear she’s cracking America now, so everyone should watch this (plus the two other specials she has on YouTube) so you can say you were into her stand-up before she was a huge American star (she's already a fairly huge British star, but still).

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OooOstory?? Can u tell us storry??

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hhow do write sexy kiss on lipss how do computer tell me how to right sex lip kiss in storry how do Romantic gay love

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By Any Other Name

Summary: Meredith finally loses her temper after a Lord on the Fangthane Council continues to us a name and title she is deeply uncomfortable with after being told not to

Words: 624

Tags: @druidx @homesteadchronicles @sparrow-orion-writes-orion-writes,@warriorbookworm, @odysseywritings, @blind-the-winds , @thesorcerersapprentice ,@writeblrcafe , @ashirisu, @flashfictionfridayofficial

Warnings: None.

Notes: this is more or less directly followed by 'What's in a Name?'. This just gives more context as to what Yoruk is despairing about there.

"Lady Copperheart!" I freeze and glance around for the tell-tale jangle of jewellery or a snide remark from somewhere nearby before I finally realise that the call was, in fact, meant for me. I take a breath to calm the flare of annoyed anger in my heart before turning in the direction the voice had come from. 

The middle-aged dwarven merchant now standing before me is gazing at me with a befuddled confusion. I take another moment to school my expression, lifting the glare from my face a little. Despite my repeated requests not to call me by that accursed name, several members refuse to discontinue old habits. Actually, I'm fairly certain the man now asking me some inane question about the budgetary report for the Church Inquisition is one of those who take great delight in deliberately ignoring such requests. I listen, politely, and answer his question in the same manner. I'm just about to take my leave, when he decides to make one last comment;

"In future, High Inquisitor, you would do well to acknowledge the other members of the Council the moment they call for you." He remarks, "I'd also advise you to refrain from glaring at them as though they've done wrong." He adds with an imperious sniff.

It takes all the willpower I have not to punch him, never mind keeping my expression as neutral as possible. I manage a tight smile,

"My apologies, Lord Stenskärare, but I am quite sure I have previously requested that the Council refer to me by Gruksdottir where possible." I tell him. The nobleman scoffs and shakes his head, sneering at me,

"Refusing to acknowledge the prestige of a House you now belong to is a dishonour to your husband." He snaps, "Then again, I wouldn't expect a peasant girl like you to know anything about that." 

It's a very good thing for Lord Stenskärare that we weren't the only people still in the antechamber of the meeting room. I dread to think of what might have occurred were we alone. As it is, I do finally lose my temper. I’m not really all that aware of what I yell at him, I only know that I’m swearing in at least four different languages and he doesn’t understand the majority of them. I only stop when Captain Bloodvein finally shoves me out one door and gets one of his guard to shove Lord Stenskärare through another. I’m still fuming even as I apologise to His Majesty, Her Highness and Captain Bloodvein and storm out of the palace.

It's not that I don't want to acknowledge the honour and legacy of the Copperheart name – by all accounts, the late Captain Copperheart was a highly regarded Kingsguard – but I cannot rid myself of the memory of her every time I hear that name and title in combination with one another. There are just too many bad memories associated with it. Especially given everything she did during her relatively short reign of terror, which the entire Council are aware of. I did go into great detail in my report to King Storri once all was said and done. It's ridiculous, she's gone for good, locked in the deepest recesses of the Pit for the rest of eternity. By all rights I should be glad to reclaim the honour that the title deserved this whole time. And yet.

It's no good. I'll either have to talk to Yoruk about changing the name, or just learn to live with the dread that climbs up my spine every time I'm in a damned Council Session. In the meantime I think Uncle Snorri's boiler needs bashing back into shape, I can practically hear the thing chugging and sputtering from here.

[death-by-cringe-whitman]

Have some mini off hand doodles!

(Mostly Gregory getting help for his night Terrors experimenting with that angst with fluff art mwahahahsha)

Also debateing on Manny things for the au but was thinking abt giveing the tronics changeable outfits or add able accessories (maybe an outfit designer for their attraction like golf bowling Raceway n stuff)

Also also wanting to incorporate the vanni stuff and how I want Cassie to play into the storry

BUUUUT yea I have lots of info dumps as I plan this pure fluff au it's just cotton and sprinkles of angst

Also if y'all wanna hear some stuff abt the au for no reason please tell me I will do it in a heart beat

And feel free to brainstorm stuff with me that would be fun!