#the diary of the moon and his starry night eyes

[shallyne]

The Diary of Feyre Archeron Ch. 2

Chapter two of Feyre's diary! I hope you enjoy,! Things might pick up in the next chapter

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February 7th

Dear Diary,

I feel like death on two legs. These past fews were SO hectic.

I've got the job I applied for and they agreed fairly quick for me to work the night shifts, and now I know WHY! Who would have thought so many people went to a seedy diner at the outside of town in the middle of the night? It's weird and I also need to act like nothing is different because mom knows nothing! She doesn't suspect a single thing! I guess being ignored by her has its perks?

Anyway, I'm not going down that route. Point is, I'm trying to juggle work and school and somehow get sleep at some point of the day, which worked until today when I fell asleep in Mr. Suriel’s class. And guess who woke me up? Rhysand!! He was very sweet about it but I felt so embarrassed, I basically bolted away from him and almost walked into a door. Yeah, I can't look at him anytime soon.

Also, dad is acting very weird lately. He's always in his office and barely talks to any of us if he bothers to show up for dinner, even mom and Elain.

Okay, that's it I think.

Byee

February 15th

Dear Diary,

The moon is so pretty. It's like 11pm right now and I'm not at work, I got this Saturday off to work on Sunday which even gives me a little Sunday bonus! Amazing, isn't it?

Back to the moon, it's beautiful! I've never paid much attention to it but now that I did, I never want to look at anything else again. Sitting in the moonlight and writing in my diary? That's so aesthetically pleasing, Pinterest would eat this up!

I'm also not the only one still awake, I can hear dad’s TV, he's watching the news again, as every evening although he's working much later than usual, mom is super grumpy about this. I think they even argued yesterday, I heard weird noises coming from their room.

I also have good news! Rhysand and I have to make a project together for history!! ME and RHYSAND. It's going to be so fun, as long as I keep him far away from my house. He already asked if we wanted to start the project at his house or mine, of course I said his even though I'm super nervous! We're meeting tomorrow. Should I wear the blue sweater? Maybe I can steal some of Elain’s mascara. Or I could ask her. We'll see, I guess.

I also don't know if I should leave my notebook at home. It's full of scribbles of Rhys's eyes. That's very specific but I just can't get them right! How can a person have such unique eyes? If anyone comes close to having literal starry eyes, it's him. So, what would be more embarrassing, if mom found the notebook or Rhys??

I think I'll leave it here, hide it in my closet. If mom still finds it I can lie and say it's just practice! Hopefully she won't find the R+F scribbled in the back.

I'm getting sleepy now, big day tomorrow.

Bye!

March 9th

Dear Diary,

Rhys and I got an A on our project! It was so easy working with him, it didn't even feel like working. He's not just the most beautiful guy I have ever seen, he's also so nice and incredibly smart! I think he also plays sports, what can't he do? Like, leave some talent for us!

I also got into an argument with Nesta if it's acceptable to use sus as a word. It's way too hard and time consuming to always fully spell suspiceus ous, same with saying it. Shortening it saves lots of time! She says it's stupid and to not use it in front of her friends because it's humiliating. To quote her, verbatim, “Stop trying to make sus happen, Feyre! It's not going to happen!” Rude. It's totally going to happen someday and I'm going to tell her “I told you so.” (She hates that)

Also, after weeks of acting sus, dad finally joined us at dinner and actually talked. Mostly to mom and the topic was the airplane that had just disappeared but nonetheless, he talked and his mood seemed better! He also doesn't look like a caveman anymore for the first time since he locked himself in the office, so that's good.

Mom also almost caught me eating chocolate, which would have been a total disaster. She's always making sure that we, mostly Elain and Nesta, aren't overweight. She's weighing them weekly! It's so insane. Sometimes I bring back some leftovers after my shift and sneak them to Elain and Nesta's room. They accept them and mom hasn't kicked me out of the house yet, so I assume they haven't told her. They also don't ask question when I bring the snacks, they just accept it. Good, that means they don't have to lie for me. Or I don't have to lie to them.

Okay, I guess that's it for the day.

PS: is it normal to constantly have a feeling of impending doom? Is it just PMS?

April 29th

Dear Diary,

Since Rhys and I did our project we've spent much more time together! He's so funny, he always makes me laugh. I think we've even become friends. We shared our lunch today, he got a half of my sandwich and I got a half of his! He even gave me his coke zero because he was shocked when I told him I never had any. It was amazing. (the coke, the company and the lunch)

Rhys told me he's super into astronomy, he's a nerd about it and it's so cute. I never saw him so animated about a topic! I mean, when he talks about himself. For some reason he also looks super interested when I talk about painting, he must be a good actor because I can't imagine him really being interested in art but I appreciate it anyway! No one ever really tried to listen to me about my hobbies.

I think I'm talking nonsense again, I don't know why that always happens. Sometimes my thoughts feel like a big heap of muddled words and everything is going on at once.

Oh, right, I almost forgot the most important thing! Rhys and I planned a sleepover during the summer holidays! I told him that I'd like to have a WiiU someday and he suggested a game night, because he has a WiiU, I'm so excited! I hope the time goes by fast, I can't wait. I need a break, my schedule is so tight these days, it's almost suffocating but I can't tell anyone.

It's going to be worth it, though. I'm saving my money, for what, I don't know yet. Maybe my driver's license? I have time to figure it out.

Mom is out for tea with her friends right now, so I'm using the time to listen to Taylor Swift without headphones!

May 31st

Dear Diary,

I could cut the tension here with a knife but either no one tells me what's up or they don't know. I tried to get some infos from our cook, Alis. She's always nice and she gets wind of all the gossip but she couldn't tell me what's going on.

Something isn't right and I need to know what it is, although something tells me I shouldn't. But can I just leave this mystery unsolved? Of course I can't!

It might be quiet right now, mom amd dad are in dad’s office upstairs, Elain and Nesta are in the garden and all the house staff seem to be huddled somewhere around the kitchen, whispering among themselves. Maybe I could eavesdrop? But there isn't really a way to hide without them seeing me. We definitely need more secret nooks in this house, I can't get information like this.

Nesta always says I'm nosy but that's such a negative way to look at it, I'm just curious. How is she not? How is Elain not? Is it wrong to be curious?

Especially if your parents are super jumpy for, like, the whole last week! It's super sus. Last night I knocked over the salt shaker and they flinched! Mom didn't even shout or reprimand me, she just glowered and went back to her dinner, it was sca–

Oh, hold on, the doorbell just rang, be back in a sec.

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[indras-wife]

(Bad English ahead, I'm sorry).

Hiii <3, I want to tell you how much I appreciate that you created this blog! And I'm happy that the blog is growing and now you're getting more interesting asks and requests. I swear you're doing the lord's work feeding us good Indra content. There isn't enough of him anywhere on the internet and that makes me so sad, WE NEED MORE OF THAT MAN.

Anyways I do have a request, but I'm afraid it's not interesting (it's just silly i think haha). I would like to know if you have some headcanons about what the daily life of our serious man would have been like? What activities did he do as part of his routine, besides training and studying ninjutsu? Do you think he had any hobbies? And what kind of duties did he have towards the community in which he lived? In the filler it looked like he was in charge of "enforcing the law", but I wonder if he had other responsibilities (administrative tasks or something like that).

Sorry if my questions are a little vague, boring or if you already have written something along this lines, but you can add other elements that you see fit. I'll honestly read everything you write! ✨ Sending you lots of love. Thanks for taking the time to read this!✨

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Indra, on a daily basis, is a very busy man. He carries the weight of huge responsibilities on his shoulder. No one asked him to do these, but as an older sibling, and as the future successor of ninshu he feels obliged to do what is needed. Besides training and studying, which occupy most of his time, Indra has other activities or hobbies luckily.

One of the first activity that takes up a lot of time, is patrolling around. Indra believes that setting order around and having people follow the law is actually the only way to harmony. We saw in the anime how he doesn't hesitate to punish those who break the rules. By doing it, he sets an example for others telling them indirectly not to break laws and follow the order his father set years ago. He also takes part in writing the law that villagers have to follow, so this job is a very important one for him.

His other hobby is walking. Is it a surprise? This man LOVES late night walks by himself, as it gives him the peace of mind he needs. His usual walking place is the woods. As a child Indra used to train there and wander around, which helped him discover hidden secret tunnels, leading to extraordinary beautiful scenery. He enjoys laying on the grass or sitting on it, looking at the moon and the starry skies, allowing his mind to take him outside of the earth. Indra never admits it aloud, but he is fascinated by the outside world. He catches himself daydreaming about travelling to space, wanting to experience seeing it with his own eyes.

Indra also enjoys writing. Yes, he enjoys writing! He is a huge bookworm and enjoyed reading his father's works ever since he was a baby, but he also loves writing about his own ideologies and thoughts. He is the inventor of Ninjutsu, so he had to keep up with his creations and document every progress with the hand signs. Every night, he spends an hour or two filling the book with the new hand signs he was able to form, detailing how he did it and what the hand sign can do. He also keeps a small diary, where he writes about himself. He finds it easier to express himself in writing rather than talking. Indra makes sure his diary is well hidden so no one can find and read his dark "secrets" about himself.

Not doing too often, but he loves drawing too. In his mind he is terrible at it, but he believes practice makes it perfect so whenever he can, he draws in his small journal, be it a tree, a pond, a face or whatever his mind tells him to do. He is a very artistic man.

As a part of the council, Indra was also in charge of the security of the village. Despite living in peaceful time, he and others realized that an unexpected attack can happen and their borders need to be strong. He took it upon himself to make sure the borders are secure an the soldiers are well trained in case a fight broke out.

Moving to little softer things, Indra, from time to time, would visit the villagers, in hopes of helping them. He was doing it mostly as a teenager, as he was not too closed off yet. As an adult he stopped this habit, but was still keeping a close eye to the village and having his students search around, asking if there was anything needed to be done. Indra was this hero from shadows as all the problems the villagers reported, have been solved by him immediately.

He also has a habit of sitting under sakura trees and watch the time pass. He usually does it at nights, as he has insomnia and sleeping is a problem for him. Sitting under the trees, reading a book or writing about something helps him connect with himself spiritually. The soft breeze playing with his hair and the cherry blossom petals gives him the satisfaction from life he is hungry for.

Indra also loves travelling. He is the type of person who will take the longer route just to be out in nature more. As a teenager he sneaked out of the house to visit the neighboring villages, to meet new people and find new things. A little mischievous of him, but his hunger for knowing and seeing more could never have him sit in one place for a long time. He was beloved wherever he went, with women falling in love with him, and men praising his skills and knowledge. As a grown up, he would keep a low profile when visiting different places, not wanting to be recognized by anyone.

To finish the list of his activities besides training and studying, Indra from time to time likes spending time with his students. He isnt that vocal about it, but he would not mind taking his trusted friends for a walk, or for a drink. He doesnt drink, but seeing how his two students get tipsy and act weird is always bringing a smile to his face. Being with his "friends" is the only time he allows himself to open up a little bit and show his true self, without hiding behind a mask.

[mylove-iv]

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ balsam flowers and plum blossoms .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ general! scaramocuche x fem, courtesan! reader ɞ

synopsis: having been forced to leave his clan temporarily, kunikuzushi assists the heir apparent of liyue in a upcoming border conflict. while there, like a balsam flower blooming in the early fall's frost, your rosy lips and dusty rouge eye make-up draws him in. in a game of go, the unbeatable inazuman tactician finally tastes defeat at your hands.

genres: romance, mild smut, slight angst.

rating: mature, 18+ (mdni).

content warnings: indirect mentions of war, implied smut, mentions of pleasure houses (but reader doesn't really partake), unclear timeskips.

reader specifications: reader is detailed to wear red eyeshadow and red lipstick, it's also noted that reader has long enough hair to pin back.reader is also called 'xiyue' but it is merely an alias.

word count: 2.79k

author's note: this fic is heavily inspired by fengxian and lakan from the apothecary diaries and reader's make-up and attire is based off of fengxian's ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

Scaramouche’s eyes linger on the letter sent from his mother, the current head of the Raiden clan and he’s too irritated to roll his eyes at her nagging. 

“Throwing me out to accomplish big feats for the glory of the clan,” He sarcastically snarls. “My ass.”

Shaking his head, he tosses the piece of parchment into the fireplace in his temporary office Xiao had provided him, opening the balcony doors before he gazes at Liyue’s bustling streets. 

“General Scaramouche,” Heizou Shikanoin remarks from the other side as the said man’s eyes flit over to his direction.

“Enter.”

“Blessings to the moon of the Inazuman empire,” Heizou murmurs the greeting addressed to the heir apparent of Inazuma.

Handing the general the documents, Scaramouche simply skims over its contents, removing the unimportant ones before waving his hand dismissively. 

Recalling a certain albino haired man, Heizou puts in, “Y’know, I heard of a courtesan that’s unbeaten in Go.”

He inwardly grins as he catches the glimmer of curiosity in Scaramouche’s dark blue eyes. 

“Unbeaten, huh?” Scaramouche simpers haughtily, placing the documents down, interest blooming within him.

“Where?”

“The Yuanfen House in the Red-Light District,” Scaramouche’s nose crinkles ever so slightly before he’s motioning Heizou to the door.

As they make their way to the aforementioned district beneath the starry night of Liyue, Scaramouche can’t help but question, “Who mentioned this to you?”

It's at his words does Heizou chuckle, “Who else besides Kazuha? He’s mentioned repeatedly about how you’re such a shut-in.” Scaramouche glares at his friend causing Heizou to burst out laughing.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

After speaking to the Yuanfen owner, Lihua, the detective motions Scaramouche to a table at the upper levels of the pleasure house.

“Who am I to meet?” It’s a simple and blunt question as he seats himself, his indigo eyes landing on the Go board placed on the table.

Heizou stands at the sidelines, a little ways away from his lord. “The Balsam Flower Maiden of the Yuanfen House, Xiyue is what the owner called her.” His answer is satisfactory as Scaramouche recalls the meaning of each character.

Joyous, rare. He shakes his head as he sets up his black Go stones, rolling them in his palm as he waits for his opponent.

Before long, he hears the rustle of silk fabrics and the soft chimes of metal and beaded hair pins but Scaramouche doesn’t bother looking up.

“You first.” He mutters absentmindedly, fingers tapping quietly against the table.

Scaramouches eyes move from the wide Yuanfen House doors exposing the people walking by to the Go board. He hears a soft hum and more people crowd around him and the courtesan.

It was bound to stir attention: the unbeaten courtesan of the Yuanfen House and the formidable Inazuman tactician and general exchangig calculated blows in a game of Go.

As the courtesan places her white Go stone on the board, a hint of a soft red hue catches his eyes.

Without skipping a beat, Scaramouche is quick to place his own stone, his twilight blue eyes latching on the courtesan’s red tinted nails.

She’s good. He muses, eyeing her abrupt and unexpected moves. But she’s a mere frog in a well.

Soon, he immerses himself in the match, finding himself entertained by her moves and playing style.

But that amusement is quickly shut down as his eyes assess the board. Murmurs from the audience fill his ears much to his annoyance.

I lost. Scaramouche thinks simply, but as he looks at the board further, he realizes he was corner masterfully, having utterly beaten him.

When was the last time I lost this badly? He questions, pursing his lips in mild indignation.

Letting out a quiet sigh, his indigo eyes finally look up and he meets beautiful e/c eyes that seem to sparkle.

With a rosy hue dusted on the outer corners of your eyes and red painted lips, Scaramouche finds himself frozen—captivated almost.

Eyes defiant, and like the smell of the balsam flower that surrounds you, your resinous eyes held a sweet gaze.

Swallowing thickly, Scaramouche composes himself as he gestures for another match of Go, not only captivated by your beauty but your way with the game as well.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Nights thereafter, Scaramouche always finds himself at the doors of the Yuanfen House, consistently buying all your time for the night, barring any man from seeing you.

He ignores Heizou’s smug grin and Kazuha’s faint smile, choosing your company over theirs, finding the silence between you comfortable and serene, the faint smell of balsam flowers sticking to you sweet and addicting.

Game after game, many nights since he’s first fought you in the game of Go, was he able to finally learn of your true name.

Y/n.

Scaramuche finds it pleasant and sweet, rolling off his tongue like honey easily compared to the name Lihua had bestowed upon you—Xiyue.

But as night bleeds into day and day into night, he gradually gets to know you as you do with him. Soon he learns of your past, how you were born in the pleasure house you now serve.

Regardless of such an odd environment to raise a child in, you muse how Lihua was kind enough to provide an education for you and allow you to retain your purity.

Scaramouche hums, placing his dark stone on the board before his eyes flit over to gaze at you.

Pools of indigo trace your face, studying how your long lashes flutter against the apples of your cheeks, eyes dusted with a red hue, lips tinted south rouge as the rosy plum blossom flower painted on your forehead seems to highlight your beauty even more.

As beautiful as a balsam flower. He finds the thought at the very forefront of his mind.

Your eyes flicker up, meeting his and he spares the board a glance before looking up at you once more, meeting your gaze.

Scaramouche finds himself breathless at the sight of you before him, at your beauty and your intelligence, having bested him once more in Go.

“Scara?” You hum softly and he revels in how your voice seems sweeter when calling for him.

Like a clockwork, his true name tumbles from his lips as his eyes trace your lips. “Kuni.”

“Hm?”

“Kunikuzushi is my real name.” He states simply before collecting your white stones and placing them in your bowl, collecting his soon after.

You smile endearingly as your cheeks redden subtley and he finds himself speechless, the words on his tongue suddenly dying. “Well then, shall we play another game of Go, Kuni?”

His heart aches at how sweetly you say his name and like the fumbling, lovesick fool he is, he nods silently, not trusting his words.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Despite the looming threat of the border conflict plaguing Xiao and Liyue, Scaramouche is quick to finish his paperwork, assigning Inazuman soldiers to the forefront of Liyue’s west border to help aid the young heir.

Yet regardless of the stress and tension between the higher-ups, Kunikuzushi keeps visiting you night after night, buying you for the entire night.

He feels a swell of pride as he catches your eyes twinkle brightly when you see him enter your chambers.

“Miss me?” Kunikuzushi teases, a smug grin on his face as you bite back a smile.

“Says the man who repeatedly buys me out night after night.” You retort as you eye the Go board he places on your table.

“Go? Aren’t you tired of me beating you?”

“Hah?” Kunikuzushi snaps, his words having no heat as all as he resists the urge to grin. “Just you watch, love.”

You smile shyly and his heart skips a beat. “Bring it on, Kuni.” You chime playfully as your fingers place your white stone on the board.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Coming from the Jade palace after discussing battle plans and preparations with Xiao, Kunikuzushi’s keen ears catch wind of your price hiking up steadily.

Choosing to brush off such things, he tosses the bag of mora on the counter before making his way to your chambers, his feet carrying him along the familiar path.

Entering, he sees you painting your nails with balsam flower paste. Your eyes catch his and he knows his own soften exponentially.

He’s unfamiliar and clumsy with such longing blooming in his chest and so, he turns to one of the few things he’s keenly familiar with.

“Go?”

You smile but he catches that it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

As your game continues, Kunikuzushi eyes you softly and he’s beginning to understand that there’s something amiss simmering in your eyes.

He’s quick to place his stone after you had just done so, but your hand lingers, fingers caressing his before you’re lacing your hand with his. Kunikuzushi’s eyes quickly snap to yours and he’s taken off guard with the raw emotions swirling through them.

Swallowing thickly, he tugs you towards him, his lips descending on yours—sweet and desperate—as your fingers tangle themselves in his midnight blue locks.

Kunikuzushi quickly loses himself in your lips, your touch, your taste as he finds himself addicted, yearning for more. Your hands tug at his clothes as his own slide your silken garments off your shoulders, his hands easily plucking out your hair pins before they wander all over your body, squeezing gently.

Pulling away for air, you pant hotly against his lips. And before he knows it, his hand cups the nape of your neck, bringing your lips against his once more.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Kunikuzushi kisses your lips, pulling back as he gazes at you, his heart clenching at the sad, glossy look in your eyes.

He hovers over you, yet with his hands interlaced pinning your own to the silken sheets, Kunikuzushi squeezes your hands three times.

A message, a reminder, an unspoke phrase he’s yet to say.

“What’s with the faraway gaze in your eyes?” He murmurs softly as your lips tremble.

“My price is hiking up and Lihua is tempted to sell me.” It’s a broken whisper and Kunikuzushi dives down gently, kissing your lips hard as his knee settles between your bare thighs, your hands squeezing his.

“Don’t think of them while I’m here with you,” His words are breathy against your lips as he moves his hand to gently hold the nape of your neck, his other hand hooking behind your knee as he raises your leg.

“You’re mine, Y/n, and I won’t let any bastard have you.” His words are quiet but you can catch the underlying heat lining his words.

Your heart feels full as you gaze at the alluring man hovering above you. Pursing your lips in nervousness, you cup his face with your newly freed hands, forcing his dark indigo eyes to fly to yours.

Pulling him closer, your noses nuzzle against each other as your lips ghost over his. Your hand trails to his back, fingers gently tracing his spine as your thumb caresses his cheek.

Beautiful. You think to yourself.

He shudders at your motions and his dark blue eyes seem to become more half-lidded, pooling with lust and longing.

“I love you, Kuni.” You confess quietly, breath glossing over his lips and before you know it, he’s slamming them against your lips as you tangle your hand in his dark tresses.

He’s everywhere; his scent and touch driving you insane, dizzying yet so addicting.

Reluctantly pulling away for air, Kunikuzushi’s eyes seem dazed and drunken-like as he attempts to catch his composure. But with you, bare and ready for him beneath him, he finds it hard to focus.

His heart swells as it feels like it’s overflowing with warmth. He gazes at you sweetly as he thumbs the edge of your kiss-bitten lips, the look in his eyes tugging at your heart.

Kunikuzushi loses himself in your heat as your eyes close in pleasure. His hand gently squeezes yours once, twice—thrice.

“I love you,” He kisses you as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I am yours, Y/n.”

He murmurs against your lips, utterly addicted. “Always.”

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Kunikuzushi wakes up in the dead of night, his eyes tracing your serene features as he pulls you flush against him, his heart thrumming at the feeling of your bare skin against his.

His fingers gently trace the slope of your cheek before his hand cups your cheek. Your eyes sleepily flutter open and the look on his face sends your heart racing.

He places his forehead against yours, noses nuzzling against each other as your eyes close. “I am to leave for the front lines.” Kunikuzushi whispers quietly as your hands interlace with his, squeezing gently in worry.

Squeezing your hand once, twice, thrice—a reassuring and unspoken signal for the words, i love you.

“Do not fret, love. For I will come back and you and I will leave this place,” Kunikuzushi kisses you softly. “Together.”

“Promise?”

He smiles, “Promise.”

Your fingertips trace his cheek softly as his own tilt your chin upwards, “Come back safely to me, Kuni.” You murmur, lips dancing against his.

Kunikuzushi deepens the kiss as your fingers tangle themselves in his indigo locks.

“Always.”

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

The border conflict had taken much longer than he'd anticipated, two months at best but when Kunikuzushi returns to the harbor, he disregards the paperwork and letters littering his office, missing the urgent letters you’ve sent him.

He’s held back from seeing you due to having to close up loose ends with Xiao but once he’s free, he quickly makes his way to the Yuanfen House.

But as Kunikuzushi nears the pleasure house, his ears catch onto news that sends a chill down his spine.

“Did you hear? Someone bought the Balsam Flower Maiden out from the Yuanfen House!”

“Xiyue? No way!”

His eyes widened and his heart beat seemed to echo harshly in his ears. “They beat out the down payment another customer had put in.”

Before he knows it, Kunikuzushi is grabbing the man by his collar, his indigo eyes thundering violently. “When is she being sold?” He snarls and the man pales from the intensity of Kunikuzushi’s eyes, his aura flickering with anger and power.

“T- Today.” Kunikuzushi harshly lets go of the man’s collar before he’s running quickly, his heart aching as panic floods his mind.

He curses himself for being stupid, not having been more careful especially when he knows your price is skyrocketing.

Kicking the door open, he’s demanding to see Lihua, the said woman regarding him with a glare of indifference. “She was bought out.” She states simply as if you were something to be easily disregarded.

His eyes thunder, anger flaring in him as lightning buzzes on his skin. The people within Liyue closest to the harbor’s waters swear they can hear thunder on the horizon.

“I don’t give a damn,” Kunikuzushi growls, fists balling and he doesn’t care to wince at the slight sting his skin radiates when his fingernails dig into his palms.

“I don’t care about the price. I’ll double it, triple it.” He sees the old hag’s eyes sparkle and he feels disgust rise in him. “I want her and only her.”

She smirks, sly and conniving. “She’s all yours.”

Disregarding her words, Kunikuzushi is quick to make his way to your chambers, relief and worry blooming in him.

Opening the doors, he’s greeted with the sweet and slightly spicy, resinous scent of balsam flowers and he finds himself calming down.

Your eyes fly to the door, landing on his figure and they widen in shock. “I’m sorry,” Kunikuzushi admits softly, swallowing harshly as he sees your eyes pool with relief and sadness. “I’m sorry for being so late.”

He isn’t able to say much as your arms are suddenly wrapping around his neck, your scent invading his senses as you bury your face in his shoulder.

Your touch is soothing, calming and in your embrace does he feel less war-torn and he thinks that peace may feel a lot like you.

Kunikuzushi is quick to wrap his arms around your waist as he allows himself to melt into your embrace, placing a kiss on your hairline. “I’m sorry for taking so long.” He apologizes once more and his arms tighten around your waist as he feels your body tremble.

You look up at him and his heart aches seeing unshed tears glaze your pretty eyes. “It’s okay, you’re here now.” You whisper shakily and he wishes he could turn back time to spare you such melancholy.

It’s quiet before you shakily exhale, “I thought I lost you in battle.” Your words are vulnerable and it sends a spike of pain in his chest that lingers.

“Forgive me, my love.” Kunikuzushi murmurs, kissing your lips delicately. “Battered and wrecked, I will always come to you first.”

He holds you closer, “For my heart is so full of you, I can hardly call it my own.”

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THE DIARY OF MY MOON AND HIS STARRY NIGHT EYES

NOV 1st, 2017 at 2:32 am

i think i’m falling for you. you make me feel better. like i’ve healed over. i know i shouldn’t feel like this but i do. god emotions are confusing.

NOV 12, 2017 at 7:34 am

you are officially mine. i’m so happy and in love. i hope this won’t end up bad. i trust us not to fuck this up.

DEC 23rd, 2017 at 4:23 am

i believe this is going well. i’m happy. you seem happy. i’m in love and i hope you are too. we’ve been fighting a bit but i think it’s going to be okay.

JAN 3rd, 2018 at 12:34 am

i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.

you broke my heart. i hate you. but i hate her. she said i was bad. i’m not. she said i cheated. i never did. she said i was using you. i wasn’t. she said break up with me. you did. why? i love you. i trusted you...

JAN 8, 2018 at 3:24 am

i thought that if i threw it away it would leave me.

that the pain would maybe go away.

that the scars that where never really there would go away.

but i found your sweatshirt.

you probably want it back.

and i hate the fact that i don’t know how to.

because it’s the only thing to remind me of you. it’s the same cologne you’ve worn for the past 2 years.

ive been wearing for almost 5 minutes but each second is a different flashback and it hurts. because this once was a sweatshirt i considered home.

it felt loved and comforting

but now it’s empty.

i should probably give it back.

but i feel if i give it up i’m giving up you. and i can’t do that. not yet.

JAN 16, 2018 at 1:44am

fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck.

you posted the letter, me being the number 1 reason.

“you poisoned my heart with you toxic love”

how was i toxic? i was the gave everything up for you. my sanity. my friends. my family. my love.

but i’m toxic. because i called you out on your bullshit.

even if i was toxic, i actually tried to make something out of the relationship. sorry that i didn’t want to be a midnight fuck for you.

but hey. at least i didn’t talk shit about people behind their back.

no offense but next time you want to call me a cunt, say it to my face not my friends.

FEB 15th, 2018 at 12:34 am

we are trying again.

it won’t last

well the relationship at least.

i was wrong per usual.

it wasn’t me, or maybe it was and you lied to my face. either way i’m almost happy.

thank you i guess? you gave me back some sanity, but they still blame me. but at least i’m with you.

MARCH 12th, 2018 at 2:37 am

fuck you.

maybe. it’s my fault. i always cause things to go down hill. i couldn’t compare to the girl with the long pretty hair, i’m just a dumb boy who’s fallen and can’t get up. she’s toxic. she’s going to hurt you, but it’s okay. not really but you don’t believe me.

i still love you, but it must be one side.

but how many times when i kiss you, i’m kissing a memory of her.

MARCH 23rd, 2018 at 11:21 pm

i’m drunk. you’re drunk in love, but i’m just wasted and angry. maybe i could’ve done something. she hurt you. but you hurt me.

i asked you awhile back how long you’ve loved liv, and you said never. she was forceful and cruel. i hate it, that agin i could’ve done something but instead i sat around and became a poet. well fuck.

APRIL 13th, 2018 at 1:01 am

you said you never meant anything. you weren’t on meds. that’s okay though because i trust you. i really do. you make me happy. we are healing. no longer together but healing. i still like you. a lot. i don’t know whether to start over yet. i’m kind of confused. but i know that i trust you.

APRIL 28th, 2018 at 11:34 pm

everyone says you like me. i doubt it. we aren’t ready for a new relationship. i don’t think so at least. but life is confusing and it kind of a love sick puppy. you missed me earlier. no one knew. i’m in love i think.

MAY 2, 2018 at 4:45 pm

you asked me to be yours. i said yes. i know that you truly love me and trust me. you said so and i’m taking your word on this. don’t hurt me again. i’m to close to breaking.

MAY 31st, 2018 at 11:54 pm

we were doing good. we had our ups,

our downs,

and our stay stills.

but you say one thing. one single thing and suddenly the whole world is down on their luck. it’s everyone else’s fault but yours. because you feed off your egos. take someone i’m close to and you use them against me. you lie, and lie. cause that’s all you do. at this point i’m questioning if you love them both more than me. because i’m doubting you even loved me.

JUNE 2nd, 2018 at 9:35 pm

this is the first time. this is the first time i’ve ever felt you physically hurt me. it wasn’t a slap or a hit. you just shoved me away. i walked next to you. that’s it’s. and you ran to her. why her? you told me you don’t trust me. you don’t know if you truly love me. told me that you don’t know how to love me anymore. and i hate the fact that i feel the same way towards you.

JUNE 9th, 2018 at 12:32 am

i want to text you. tell you to end it. i want to end it. i’m giving you 10 days. if it’s not fixed. it’s over. because this is toxic.

and i know why.

i don’t think i love you anymore. i don’t think that i feel the same butterflies. now they don’t flutter but churn. i don’t love you. i despise you. you hurt others and you know it. i hate you. there is no longer love in me. only hurt, anger, and heartbreak.

JULY 8, 2018 at 12:45 am

ha bitch. you thought. it’s over and i’m healing

(not really, because drinking vodka and going to jail isn’t healing)

SEP 10th 2018 at 10;56 pm

My best friends chose you. I’m now the outsider. Is this what you wanted? For me to be lonely? For you to be everyone’s favourite? Because now I’m alone in my room and I am crying. Begging for someone to listen, but you are standing with them. That stupid fucking smirk on your face. Is this what you wanted? Because you got your wish. You are truly a god. A fucked up, twisted god.

October 1st 2018 at 8:55pm

she is yours. she loves you and i loved you. i still do. i really do. but because of how shitty everything is in my life, i don’t want you to love me back. but hear me out. my best friend is in love with you. don’t break her heart because they already have been damaged enough. learn to love her for her flaws and her quirky attitude. i love her because she is my best friend and i love you as so much more. but i’d give anything in the world to see her smile at someone and be in love. don’t break her heart.

November 24th 2018 @ 17:42 (aka 5:42)

you are my soulmate. you’re my best friend

and i’m okay with that

january 18th, 2019 @ 11:15pm

rereading messages hurts. you broke my best friend. she thought she was in the wrong. you cheated on her. and now that she is talking to a new boy, you had the audacity to call her a whore? yet you’ve fucked everyone in the friend group. fuck you. i’m going to keep talking to you because my other friend is falling for you. stop doing this.

september 16 2019 @ 10:43 pm

it’s been years. i know im over u. at least my brain tells me i am but my heart hurts when i think of u. but u cant seem to stop hurting the people around me. we r older now. we are different people i’m not some insecure kid anymore, oh no. i’m an asshole who isn’t afraid to say u hurt me. and i hurt u. i played victim but so did u. but u r still my friend. one of my brothers. just listen to me okay? i love u. and it won’t ever change. and this may be the end to this letter bc i found a new love who i know will stay in my poems for years to come. i may never stop writing about you but i’m done giving it to you

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Prompt 37 (from the first list) and bodyguard au seems interesting

By the way I love your writing please never stopped just finished your recent fic and its one of my favourites.

~Notes: 😭😭😭 baby u can’t be out here recklessly making me sob!!! I am so flustered right now!! Thank you so much for being a beautiful soul 😌😌 ok NEGL the bodyguard thing is not here Becs I’m dumb and couldn’t think of one, but there’s protective sirius💜 I hope you don’t hate this!!! ILU!!!

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Alphard Black was a good man,  a man of his community,   a man of the law. He taught the ins and outs of the constitution  at Columbia, never went an inch over the speed limit, hell, he even  separated his recyclables into their proper piles for the garbage collector, and  all while spending his down time volunteering at some sort of virtuous charity or impactful outreach program for inner city youths—the man basically leaped right out of the screen of some cheesy, after school special, wacky ties and rumpled hair aplenty.

Alphard Black was a virtuous, humble man who abided by the laws set out for him to a painstaking degree—So Sirius sorta thinks it’s hilarious that he’s kind of the exact antithesis of his uncle— the man who brought him up after running away from his bat shit parents and their bat shit values as the top of the one percent.  Just kind of though.

Sirius likes to think he’s still a good guy—albeit in the typical, non second coming of Christ wannabe kind of way.  He gives spare change to homeless folks at Grand Central, doesn’t sneer at raucous kids inside of restaurants or busses… for fuck’s sake  he even smiles at strangers more often than not—— just the typical, What a nice day isn’t it, smile and not, I’m actually a blood thirsty maniac ready to carve out all your organs and wrap your naked, dead body in saran wrap Dexter style, smile…Which is actually a type of smile Sirius has become intimately familiar with considering that unlike his Uncle Alphard, Sirius may have a problem with the whole “Laws are created for the good of the public,” ideology, and rather subscribes to the way of thought that thinks it’s kind of thrilling to see how much you can bend and skirt around the rules till they break, or till he gets caught. Which in turn mostly manifests into Sirius participating in a very high demand business—the sort that’ conducts it’s transactions within the metaphorical underground, and makes it so he spends his days with a group of brilliant  assholes that he considers family, and a discretely wicked boy who he thinks is most probably the love of his god forsaken life.

Mother Mary,  help them all.

~*~

“Padfoot too Moony, are you in, Moony.” 

A moment of static passes before Remus’s voice trickles through the minuscule bluetooth  snuggled in Sirius’s ear, and he can’t help but smirk. “Why are you still trying to make these codenames work—they don’t work, they’re all awful and trash,  and we should just stick with the numbers we were given when Moody first scouted us.”

“Mmm yeah, Moons, talk dirty to me.”

“You’re a fucking idiot,”

“Say trash again.”

“I hate you,” Remus intones. He  sounds all surly and bothered, and Sirius’s fingers curl together to card through the phantom strands  of his hair, knowing full and well how adorably flustered Remus gets whenever they are having one of their little sparring sessions—It’s also the same look he gets whenever he’s incredibly turned on and has no idea how to handle it. Coincidence? Sirius thinks not.

“Ah, Moony, my love, you say that as if my perfect baritone isn’t the highlight of your day. Like you don’t write sonnets and odes about it’s every cadence and lilt in your little diary you think I don’t know about. As if—“

“I’m shutting you off now,” Remus cuts in with his best, I’m trying to pretend  that I am so totally annoyed even if I’m actually really amused by you and all your antics, voice. It’s one that’s basically come second nature to him whenever he speaks to Sirius, ever since they had met three years ago and Sirius had to teach him the trick of the trade after Remus had been invited into the fold, while also trying not to completely accost him with his lips and hands and teeth until the work day was over.

“You would never.” 

“You seriously have an overinflated sense of worth if you’re starting to doubt that I very much would,” Remus goads, but he forgets that Sirius can see every nook and cranny of the swanky penthouse from his perch in the getaway van, thanks to his very beautiful laptop monitor.  And yeah, Sirius can so totally spot that little flicker of a grin tugging on the edges of his pink lips,  where Remus is trying to hide it behind the flute of wine in his grasp—his very strong and capable grasp, one that’s wrapped around the neck of that glass just so tight—Oh, erm, yeah. That’s  a thought Sirius should definitely not be having at their current predicament.

“Righto, beautiful, whatever you say.”

“Was there an actual reason for your little interference, besides you being pissy that you had to take the get away position this time around?” Remus sighs, long suffering before offering a subdued, half grin to a very haughty looking woman passing him, predatory leer on her plump lips. And jeez, Sirius bemoans her poor eardrums if they’re suppose to be carrying diamonds that thick all night long— Poor hag will probably end up needing stitches like his dear mother.

“I missed you is all, lover.”

“Goodbye, Sirius.”

“Oh fine, you total spoil sport. Just an FYI that Marlene’s gotten into the volt’s room, and she’s decoding it as we speak.”

“Oh, good. Should I-“

“Moons, it’s Marls, she’s got her shit handled. You just stand there and be a the good, pretty honeypot that we all know you can be.”

Remus growls somewhere deep in his throat, and it’s bringing a flurry of such beautiful imaginings to the forefront of Sirius’s mind— including last night, with Remus’s lovely, thin wrists tied up and Sirius’s mouth trailing up and down his every patch of skin.

God, was that a good night.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” 

“I know, it’s a point of pride for me that I get to say I tap that. But hey, always game to switch things up if you are?”

“You are the absolute worst person ever.”

“Ooo are we circling back around to speaking filthy things, because I’ve been having this fantasy including you and these lace—“

That’s when Remus actually does shut off the communication device, and starts chatting up some smarmy businessman who can’t stop staring at his protruding collarbones.

Sirius is most certainly not jealous.

Nope, not at all—Not even a little bit.

Sirius is not jealous.

Okay, fine…So he’s a bit bothered, but can anyone blame him? All of that—chorded muscles and sparkling eyes—is reserved for  Sirius, and Sirius alone. It’s taken years of volleying barbs and really intense sexual tension that was all finally resolved after a way too dramatic spat outside some sleazy BDSM club on the wrong side of town where Sirius got himself fucking shot, and Remus couldn’t stop yelling at him for being such a mother fucking, idiotic, thoughtless prick, (Remus’s words not Sirius’s,) for them to finally get to this point. For fuck’s sake, it seemed as if Remus’s anger fueled diatribe would never end, so Sirius just took the dilemma into his own hands and slanted their lips together, bloody and breathless, panting out an “I love you too,” while Remus just patted up and down Sirius’s torso, not knowing where to put his hands, dumbfounded and eager. As if he could hardly believe that it was actually happening, as if he was shocked that Sirius had finally just put them out of their mutual misery and spoke out loud what’s been lingering in their gazes, and tailing the ends of too short exchanges for years at that point—ones always composed of banter and barbs but always to fearful to take the extra step they yearned for.

Yeah, so it wasn’t exactly a cinderella story level of romance, but the point is they’ve fought tooth and nail to finally get to this point in their relationship. Nights made up of spilt hair on warm sheets, and  hungry kisses of farewell, and shirts tumbling together so many times that  they don’t even know which belongs to who anymore—All of them lingering with a sent of both of them, together. Something intimate. Something remarkable. Something far too soft when considering their line of employment—But it works for’m, and that’s all that counts.

Before Sirius could get to lost in getting all starry-eyed over the life they’ve built for themselves, Sirius moves to sweep his hands across the keyboard, A cautious eye still on Remus and his unwanted suitor while dividing the screen so that he can check back on Marlene’s progress, which is quite impressive if he does say so himself.

“And Black Widow pulls through again,” He commends with a low whistle, watching her practically stroll out of the volt, ancient artifact securely settled in the bag swinging off her shoulder, and cocky sneer proudly splayed across her pretty face.

“You know it dweeb.”

“THat’s not my code name,” Sirius points out  with a put upon exhale.

Marlene’s only response is to hike up her manicured brows in counterfeit surprise.  “you sure? I could’ve sworn…”

Sirius legitimately contemplates just driving off and leaving her stranded, signaling to Remus a separate meet up point for just the both of them. But Eventually, he reasons  that might be a bit of an over reaction. So he settles for just growling out a reminder for her  to “Respect the name,” while a glowing Marlene slinks into the passenger seat.

“Your so precious.” Sirius swats her hand away where she’s begun rubbing her knuckles into his scalp. “Call pretty boy and let’s bounce, will you?”

Reluctant, Sirius listens—only and only because he’s about ninety nine point five percent positive that she could probably beat’m to a pulp with one hand tied behind her back and both eyes glued shut.

~*~

The mission was one they’ve been calculating for months, a huge catch with a credibility brought with it that doubles its actual monetary prophet—(And wowza, that price check is all levels of ridiculous.) Moody is beyond  proud, and tells them as much with a crazy large celebration back at their little underground headquarters, (which is actually an entire floor on one of the top levels of a huge ass skyscraper in the meatpacking district that disguises itself as just a financial consultant firm in the light of day.)

It’s made even more wonderful considering how he, Remus and Marlene are basically the guests of honor for their success. So that night  they drink, and dance and just generally get absolutely slobbered…Then subsequently remember nothing the following morning, as tradition always dictates.

Though Sirius does  distinctly remember trading sloppy hand jobs in the bathroom with Remus while the latest Beyonce banger pounds in the space between them.

 It’s a good night.

~*~

Unsurprisingly, the hangover that persists even two days later really makes Sirius question the worth of all that celebrating, and he ponders on whether or not being sober would be so bad.

“Morning, Black!” 

Sirius cringes back at a crowing Dorcas—Looking as wickedly gorgeous and put together as always—Dark eyes clear and methodic, and long curls obviously freshly washed. 

“Sorcerous!” He accuses with as much vehemence as he could muster. “your evil! How are you even so perky! Stop it! Stop! You’re hurting my eyes!”

Dorcas just preens with far too much amusement than what should be warranted—it’s almost as if she’s enjoying his pitiful disposition. “Not all of us got as sloppy as you Saturday night may I remind.”

“Then you’re doing your entire life incorrectly.”

“I just have a modicum of self restraint, unlike you.”

“Lies! Lies and slander! I am so very disciplined! I didn’t even tell you guys about the time Remus gave me a blow job in the middle of a glass elevator when we were shopping for Jamsie and Lily’s engagement gift!”

Dorcas just rolls her eyes heavenwards, painstakingly exasperated. “C’mon, dumb ass, Alice needs you to use those hacking skills of yours to get the money Lestrange still owes us for collecting those tears of the ocean. And her bank account is sealed shut.”

“Ah, no Cas ’s too early! And my head hurts! I can’t.”

“Shouldn’t have been such a drunken mess during the party I reckon,” Dorcas scoffs with an imperious tilt of the head, tugging him along without even an ounce of sympathy.

“Hey! It was a celebration!” Sirius flails, and Dorcas just looks at him with a decidedly unconvinced glower. 

“It’s all in moderation Sirius.”

“Not at a party it isn’t!” He argues back, totally knowing he’s in the right.

“Yeah whatever, you’re just lucky you weren’t sent off to Shanghai with lover boy, which by the way,” Dorcas pivots on her heels  to face Sirius straight on, prodding at the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder.  “Looks like you missed a hickey sweets,” she toots loftily, poking at it again, a flush blooming across Sirius’s cheeks in response.  “Not good work decorum if you ask me.”

“You’re face ’s not good work decorum,” Sirius snarks back mulishly. Dorcas just laughs with glee.

“Do I need to talk to poor, innocent Remus about proper biting placement for you once he gets back?”

“Pff, Remus and innocent don’t belong in the same sentence.”

“Fine, then  I can just give you some tips on how to properly layer foundation? I’m sure it’s a travesty how easily shit shows up with your Wonder Bread complexion.”

“You actually are evil! Aren’t you?”

Sirius could still hear Dorcas’s cackles from down the hall where Alice has set him up for the morning, and he idly thinks to himself how exactly he’s made it so that every woman in his life could destroy him with nothing more than a look.

~*~

Considering that all of their  livelihoods are basically glorified bank robbers, Sirius knows that their jobs don’t really lend themselves to being able to check in on each other whenever they’d please—the only devices they’re allowed for communication are the bluetooth sets  for the team deployed on the task at hand, and a single burner. It can get annoying sometimes, but Sirius and Remus always make it a point to send each other a message from the router phone  whenever they arrive to the mission’s ground of operation—It’s a practice ingrained into them, one  they began long before they ever started dating, one  that they never break, not even if they’re arguing or it’s the middle of the night—It’s important. They’ve both lost to many people in their short lives, and they both know how it feels to be delegated to the worrying mess, wondering what’s happening to their loved one, being consumed by the most awful of possibilities. They do it because they respect each other far too much not to.

So Sirius finds it excruciatingly odd that he doesn’t hear from Remus in over thirty-six hours since he left to the Shanghai hit. 

“Maybe he just forgot, Pads,” James shrugs, always the level headed ringleader. “No Proclivity is absolutely bullet proof—Ah, excuse me for the unplanned pun.” He scratches the back of his head a little sheepishly— the glasses of his wireframes glinting in the light of their shared workspace.

And the thing is, point. James is totally right. Remus just could’ve forgot. It was a long plane ride, he could’ve just been jet legged and a little dazed and it could’ve just slipped his mind  to message Sirius when he landed. That’s totally a possibility. 

But see the thing is, that’s also totally not a possibility—like at all. Remus is like the most diligent person on the face of the planet, which may kind of seem out of character considering how he’s more of the type to follow his heart over protocol when it counts, and his entire livelihood is based off the evasion of the law—But even still, Remus is also the guy who likes a true and tried method. He likes having security in the aspects of his everyday  life he can control. Sirius knows how borderline neurotic Remus can get about certain things, like finishing all of his paper work the night it’s given, or having a stable workout regiment, and a bunch of other minuscule, everyday things that tethers him. But Sirius also knows that the texts Remus sends him blows all of those out of the water. They’re something crucial—something vitally important. If the roles were reversed, if it were Sirius who forgot to send the text, then yeah, Remus would have a perfect history to look back on and just shrug it off as Sirius having been thoughtless, no big deal. Remus would just make a note to give him  an ear full when he gets back. 

But the rolls aren’t reversed.

It’s Remus who didn’t send anything, and Sirius knows it in his heart of hearts that this is not normal, that Remus would never have forgotten. Remus would never have fucking been able to go to sleep without passing Sirius a message of safe arrival. It’s just not him. 

James still looks unsure even after Sirius’s way to verbose and borderline babbling explanation of why he knows something isn’t adding up, so he decides to hit him below the belt.

“If this were Lily you wouldn’t be second guessing this.” 

James jolts back as if Sirius had just smacked him, which Sirius guesses is kind of true, in the metaphoric sense at the very least. But whatever, Sirius’s right, and he knows it. 

IF this was Lily— the beautiful, kind baker that James had met coincidentally on a random Sunday afternoon, someone completely divorced from this world— well, there would  be no room for discussion.

“IF this were Lily you would trust your gut, and we’d already know what went wrong. We’d know that you were right, the she wasn’t safe.” Sirius’s face feels heated, and he knows that his throat is closing up, but he can’t help it god damn it. This is Remus—And even the thought of him being in any way hurt—No, Sirius refuses to think that way. Because he’s not, he can’t be. This is Remus god damn it. He’s brilliant and strong and he can handle himself. He’s what everyone in their group secretly strive to be—He’s not hurt, he can’t be hurt.

James just sits there, gawking at Sirius, for a moment of pure and utter silence. Sirius doesn’t even flinch, doesn’t fold back from the intensity in his best friend’s— his brother’s— gaze. 

“This is Remus god damn it, James”

Something fierce rippling over his face, James nods, finally seeming to understand.

“Let’s tell Moody,  and call a group meeting. We need to figure out what the hell’s going on.” 

Sirius sags with the little relief he’s given, pretends that it doesn’t feel like there’s not a wildfire still spreading over his chest  from the  bone deep fear.

~*~

Two hours later finds their little ragtag group huddled in the largest meeting room they have, and  Sirius hunched over a menacing letter that was hand delivered by one of Lestrange’s ghoulish little minions— Crouch if their intel is correct. 

“Any news is good news, right?” Peter— their mousey little researcher— says in some weak attempt of comfort from where he’s silently been situated in the love seat the furthest away from the lump some, and Sirius replies by snarling viciously at him;  making Peter shutter back, like the spineless weasel Sirius has always assumed him to be.

Sirius is not comforted. Sirius is furious and sick and he hates everything  in sight. And all Sirius could think of is Remus, Remus, Remus.

“What do we do,” James’s voice is strong, convicted in the painful silence of the room—But when Sirius looks up, he could still see the worry etched into his handsome features, and the fear threaded into his stance. 

James is scared, and that might worry Sirius more than anything else could. 

“This is my fault, I sanctioned just stealing the money she owed us and I was the one who thought Remus would be fine on a solo mission—I thought it’d be a simple grab. I didn’t put two and two together—I just didn’t—“ Alice breaks off, looking away from the group, and Frank slings an arm around his wife’s slender shoulders.

“Hey now, ’s not your fault, ’s not no ones,” as if to emphasize his point, Frank gives a downright menacing grimace to everyone in the room, daring them to disagree. “It’s Remus, he’s resilient. And that bitch knows if he’s actually hurt we’ll destroy everything she’s ever built for herself.” 

“Don’t be so sure,” Sirius’s surprised of the jaggedness of his own voice, leveling him with a look of utter fury. “She’s a psychotic, selfish, self indulgent bitch—There’s worse things than just beating him up or locking him in some cellar.” 

From the corner of his eye he sees Alice shutter, is briefly reminded of that stint where she was badly injured after a run in with one of the darker ringleaders in their line of work, Riddle. And then he remembers, unbidden, how that bastard has some sort of fucked up Harley Quinn, Joker esthetic going on with Bellatrix Lestrange— and a sick, twisted part of Sirius that actually does blame Alice for sanctioning those two risky missions so close together, is savagely pleased of the effect that the reminder has on her. But the rest of Sirius is just disgusted by himself and hates himself even more when remembering where Remus is at this very moment, and what he must be going through. There’s no time to be pointing fingers, and Sirius knows it.

“Whatever, no time to think of it now,” Sirius rises, and the way all of their eyes follow his every move (Even Moody who is the actual boss— doesn’t go over his head. 

“What do you think we should do from here?” Dorcas asks in a small voice, clutching onto the letter like a life line—She’s Remus’s best friend, Sirius knows that, knows that she stopped only skirting  along the edges of this unsavory line of work until Remus came along and helped her wiggle out of her shell. And the reminder makes Sirius feel such a burst of aching for Remus all at once that he nearly topples over, just barely catches himself with a hand on the tabletop.

“Peter,” Sirius barks, making the blonde finally straighten. “Check out where Bellatrix is scheduled to appear next.”

“Ah, erm on it, of course.” 

Sirius starts to feel a little better—no not better, balanced. He knows what needs to be done, what will   happen next, knows that it’ll turn out all right. 

It has to turn out all right, because he can’t fathom a world where it doesn’t— a world without Remus isn’t worth even a breath.

~*~

If there’s anything that Sirius knows about supreme bitch face herself, it’s that Bellatrix is  cavalier to a fault. So it really doesn’t surprise him when Peter finds out that she’s holding a little gala for her new play things art exhibit in her own home that night, and Sirius intends on giving his congratulations, whether or not he’s on the guest list. 

~*~

“Hey, can you hear me.” 

Sirius presses an inconspicuous finger onto his eardrum when Dorcas’s voice breaks through, speaking the affirmative. 

“All right, well Moody says that upstairs is most likely where you’ll find’m. Marlene and James will stay down at the party just incase anything goes wrong.” 

“Right,” Sirius nods to himself, trying to put together all the new information that’s swimming in his mind. “Thanks Cas.”

“Stay safe, and bring him home. Don’t fuck this up, Sirius.” Her voice is small and fragile. Sirius could picture the gleam to her big doe eyes. “We need you both safe.”

“Of course."

~*~

As expected, the upstairs is a labyrinth of doors and alcoves that Sirius could barely wrap his mind around, the only constant thought is that it makes sense that Bellatrix would want to keep the money from the job she had them perform for her. The rent for this place definitely can’t be cheap.

Sirius tries at least ten different rooms before he comes across one that’s locked from the inside as well as a deadbolt, and His heart seizes with a choked sort of hope before he starts pounding against it. 

“Remus! Remus! Are you in there!” His voice goes ragged at how loud he’s screaming, but Sirius doesn’t let up. He starts calling  for him even louder if possible. “Remus!” 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Sirius stiffens, his blood running cold before slowly turning around to a very amused looking Bellatrix Lestrange. Predatory sneer swept across her blood red lips, and weight slung to her left hip. The picture of radiance and leisure in her slinky, black dress. She’s having fun toying with Sirius, with all of them. 

“Where the fuck is he,” Sirius spits out tersely—trying to sear wholes right through her disarming face. He thinks with a start  that she’d be pretty in an almost unchanging way—a timeless elegance that kind of mirrors Remus’s. But where beneath Remus’s golden exterior is all passion and goodness and an endless capacity of love, under Bellatrix’s pale white skin and dark eyes and sheets of even darker hair is just ugliness and cruelty and Sirius has never hated anyone more, or so intensely.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry that they sent the best of their group to the den,” She swaggers up to him, each step premeditated—a lion closing in on her prey, and her leer right then— self assured and cruel all at once— is like a mirror of his mother’s so thoroughly that it’s painful. “I’d really hate to ruin those movie star good looks you’ve got going on,” she runs the back of her hand down his face slowly, tendrils of her warm breath edging his lips. “And honey, you really are so deliciously gorgeous. But Moody needs to learn that no one double plays me so flippantly. No  respect, that kind of behavior  really can’t be tolerated. You understand that, don’t you  love?”

Right then, Bellatrix moves to  gouge Sirius right in the stomach with a dagger she had hidden in the sleeve of her dress—but Sirius’s quicker. 

He sweeps Bellatrix’s feet right from under her, twisting her arm behind her back and using her own weapon to chop off the doorknob, all in one fluid movement. Though,  he only has a sparing moment to feel boastful before he steps into the room to find Remus—sickly looking with blood matted in his golden locks, before everything turns to a buzzing in  the background—Sirius runs on autopilot, with the only crucial thought being to get Remus out safely. 

“Baby, I’m here, I’ve got you.” Sirius tells him with the words catching in his throat, and feels such a drowning amount of relief when he hears a gargled retort from Remus. “I’d never let anything happen to you, love. I’m so sorry. I’ll never let something like this happen again.” Sirius tells him with all the earnestness in the world, gently collecting him into his arms. “I’ve got you now, I won’t let go.” The promise is  as sure and true as the pump of his heart—Remus, Remus, Remus.

~*~

When they all return to headquarters, everyone circles a still limp and shallowly breathing Remus, while Dorcas figures out the extent of his injuries.

It’s the worst hour of his life Sirius thinks—The not knowing, it hurts like nothing else. And he swears once more, to himself and the moonlight and the stars peeking through the skyline that he’ll never let this happen, never again., doesn’t want Remus ever out of his sight.

~*~

A week later, and everything feels as if it’s back to normal—more or less.

Their bedroom smells like sage—thanks to the candles Lily bought Remus for his last birthday—And Remus’s swaddled into the most comfortable blanket Sirius could find—his twisted ankle elevated, and a fresh bowl of soup on his night stand.

It’d be the picture of absolute bliss… Now if Remus wasn’t scowling so morosely. 

“You seem mad,” Sirius notes, standing over him with a freshly fluffed pillow. Remus looks up at him from under his spider leg lashes, so very unimpressed.

“You’ve never taken care of me  nearly so intently   a day in your life.”  Remus charges.

“Untrue!” Sirius squawks in contrary. 

“When I got food poising from that sushi place last year, you blamed me for eating it wrong.”

“Yeah, well it’s blasphemous to ever blame Kimiko! The woman is a titan!” 

Remus’s mouth quirks up, his eyes twinkling with unadulterated adoration. “You’re an idiot.”

Sirius deflates. “Okay, so I might be kind of majorly mother penning it right now,” Remus cranes a incredulous brow. “Okay, okay so a lot mother penning it. But, Remus��� love— you were missing—like legitimately missing. And then i found you and you were…” He trails off, can’t even speak the horrors of that night. 

“Yeah, I was,” Remus links their fingers together, pulling Sirius closer, and opening his mouth so that when Sirius crouches to come face to face, he can kiss him properly.  “But you happen to be a pretty all right boyfriend, you found me—I’m fine. You made sure of that.”

“More than all right prick,” Sirius knocks their foreheads together and Remus feigns being in excruciating pain. “I fucking hate you,” he snorts, saddling against Remus’s side, and nuzzling into his neck, taking in the miraculous scent of him— the citrus and cinnamon and sunlight that he’s come to crave at all hours of the day. “I love you sort of a lot, and it was the worst three days of my life, all right. Can you understand that?” 

Remus only hums,  kisses the tips of Sirius’s fingers before lacing them into his own.

“I understand, love, but Sirius, I’m fine. I’m here. You’re amazing, but you don’t need to protect me. Not constantly. This is our lives, and I need you to trust me that I can handle myself for the most part. All right?” 

Sirius makes a displeased sound, lips curled distastefully, and it makes Remus actually giggle like they were school boys again. And Jesus, Remus’s smile is blinding and beautiful and fucking hell, he’s here. He’s back in there room, back in Sirius’s arms.

“God, I missed you.”

Remus crunches upwards, kissing Sirius, and it feels like a promise that he’ll never leave him again. “I love you Sirius.”

Sirius leers, isn’t ready to have the conversation about learning how to let Remus go out without him. So instead he traces his thumb over Remus’s beautifully plump bottom lip, and bends down to whisper into his ear. “So can we talk about the lace then, because I’ve made some purchases and—“

Remus pushes him off their bed, and Sirius feels his laughter punching out of him in response.

~*~

~My Wolfstar FIC Index💜

[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

At the Drumbeats Festival! 

Guess which camp had the honor of hosting the Drumbeats Festival? Actually, it was kind of a last minute thing. Sunny’s camp was originally going to do it but scheduling conflicts happened and since my camp’s the nearest, they decided to move it here. First the Happy Floral Festival and now this? It’s been a lucky year!

So for the past week Isabelle, Katie, Daisy Jane, and I have been working hard to get things ready for the festivities. Since we’ve had experience with the Happy Floral Festival, preparation was a lot less daunting this time around. I’ll admit, it was tight, but we managed to get it done.

Because things were a bit hectic due to last minute changes, we had help from some of the performers who arrived early. To my surprise, there were some familiar faces at the festival. One of them happens to be Hawk, the last of the BFF Squad who finally made it to the camp! His sister Paloma is one of the performers along with her partner Phoebe in a duo called Lo-Pheebs, which is a play on lo-fi. What a cool name! I’ve only met Paloma a handful of times and she’s always fun to hang around with. Phoebe perfectly compliments her in personality as they’re chill and laid back while Paloma’s enthusiastic and playfully aggressive.

Another familiar face were the Thornton bros. Ever since the entourage officially disbanded I haven’t seen much of Josh and Lake, and even less of Demetri. Shortly after leaving the entourage, Josh became Lo-Pheeb’s manager, which was unexpected but turned out to be a good fit for him. Meanwhile Lake’s been focusing on his acting career as well as trying to become an influencer and Demetri’s studying at Seashore Path while working at Kitchen Cove on the weekends. In short, they’ve all been super busy to the point that they rarely saw each other anymore, which was surprising to me as all three are super close.

The Drumbeats Festival is a music festival where all kinds of artists come together to perform. It has an indie, folk rock, lo-fi vibe that makes you feel chill and pumped up at the same time. I wasn’t familiar with many of the artists so it was great listening to and discovering new music. Lo-Pheebs is definitely on top of my list of new artists to check out! 

Lo-Pheebs became a thing over a year ago, shortly after Paloma’s band Out of Sight disbanded. She met Phoebe while on tour a few years back and they became friends, later partners. Lake was the one who suggested Josh become their manager because he felt that his brother needed someone to boss around that wasn’t him or Demetri. Josh is the type of guy who can go a little overboard when it comes to being supportive, something his brothers know all too well. Paloma’s similar in that way too so that’s why they get along so well. At least Phoebe’s there to balance them out as they’re good at handling conflict and helping others see the bigger picture, something that Josh and Paloma admit they’re working on.

This year was supposed to be a busy one for Lo-Pheebs as they were finally breaking into the charts. The festival was actually their first performance in months as they decided to take some time off touring after finishing a major one earlier this year. Josh had to leave abruptly towards the end of their last tour when Lake was badly hurt while on vacation. Also, in between tour stops, Paloma was helping Hawk in Crescent Moon and Phoebe had their own family stuff to deal with. So with everything being so hectic, the duo decided to postpone their next tour and focus on studio work, resulting in their first EP, Bring Down the Beats.

Now that Lake’s almost fully recovered, Josh is slowly getting back into the swing of things. It’s good to see Lake again, especially since he almost died in a freak accident. So naturally his brothers are a bit overprotective of him, making sure that he doesn’t exert himself and such. He can’t run around and explore with his bros, but he’s perfectly content hanging around the camp and taking pics to post online. Honestly, I’m surprised that he doesn’t have more followers.

Hawk and Demetri are an unlikely duo I never saw coming. In a way, they’re kinda like Paloma and Phoebe - the enthusiastic and easily excited one and the chill and quiet one. They’re both into computers and tech stuff - Demetri’s a self taught hacker and Hawk likes to build stuff. Them building something together is either genius or dangerous - let’s be honest, if anyone were to accidentally build a killer robot, it’ll probably be them. Still, I’m interested in a collaboration between the two just to see what they can come up with.

In between setting up for the festival, we also took the time to hang out at the camp. Hawk was going to meet up with Paloma and Phoebe at the festival so when he heard that it was being moved to the camp, he decided to drop by early. So Paloma, Phoebe, Josh, Lake, and Demetri tagged along as they too wanted to help out and spend a couple days at the camp. When we weren’t doing festival prep, we went fishing, bug catching, swimming, cloud gazing, seashell hunting, and foraging - all the fun outdoorsy stuff that one does while camping. It was also a good way to wind back from the stress of setting up a festival, which we definitely needed.

The Drumbeats Festival was a blast! Like I said, I’ve discovered a bunch of new artists to check out. I also learned a lot about drums, which was unexpected, but now that I think about it, the festival is called Drumbeats for a reason. Who knew that drums can be so interesting? Some of the stands are interactive - not only you learn about different kinds of drums, you also get to play with them! 

There’s nothing more perfect than a fun festival under a starry night. Hawk says he’s been into constellations lately, especially now that he has a newfound appreciation for them after spending a couple months out in space. It’s cute seeing him and Celeste gush over stars and galaxies! 

We got to see the Starstruck Nebula, something that only shows up once in a blue moon so that was super amazing! The books were right, words can’t accurately describe how it looks. The closest I can come up with is like a rainbow kaleidoscope made up of stardust and flames, which probably doesn’t make sense now that I think about it. Now I can cross off another thing from my bucket list!

While messing around with drum tracks, Josh and I got to talking about the future. By that, we mean Hawk, Paloma, Lake, and their significant others. Paloma’s with Phoebe, Hawk with Kat, and now Lake and Tom are a thing. According to Josh, it was kinda a will they, won’t they relationship - though it was a surprise that they ended up together. Lake did say his near death experience caused him reevaluate some things and they spent a lot of time together while he was recovering so it makes sense. 

As for Hawk and Kat, there’s been talk of an engagement in the near future. AJ, Elara, and Micah have mentioned it - Micah being fully convinced that a conversation he overheard between his sister and dad has to do with Kat seeking advice on proposing. Devi, Leyla, Tulippa, Misty, and DT have speculated on it as well. So far, nothing from Kat and Hawk themselves so it’s still all up in the air. Let’s just say that when one of them finally pops the question, we’ve got the champagne bottles ready.

Josh also talked a bit about Lake’s ordeal and how it shook him and his brothers up. For a while, before the accident, things were rocky between the two brothers. Most of the time it was minor, petty disagreements, usually involving one of Josh’s schemes gone wrong. They still don’t always see eye to eye, but things were really bad around the time between the entourage disbanding and the accident. And in the middle of all that was Demetri, who was trying to keep the peace as he hates it when his brothers fight, especially when they try to drag him into the conflict. 

When everything came to a crashing halt, Josh had to come to terms with some hard truths. The main ones being that he can’t fix everything and that sometimes it’s not okay. Being the oldest and having practically raised his brothers by himself, he’s super protective of them. So it’s understandable why Lake and Demetri sometimes feel smothered by him. He’s been working on giving his bros space and their bond has grown stronger since then.

I’ll admit, sometimes while catching up with Josh I wonder if this is the same guy I met at Rave’s party (it was a weird time and no, I will not elaborate), but not in a bad way. Of course, he’s still the same happy go lucky, playful, and easily excitable goofball we all know and love - now with a touch of emotional maturity. He and his brothers don’t always have it easy so it’s good to hear that things are getting better. Seeing the three of them together not only reminds me of their close bond - something I always admired about them - but also how much they’ve been through. 

I’m glad that Josh is finally able to find some peace for himself. Being out on the road with Lo-Pheebs really helped him find a purpose outside of his bros and in return, Lake and Demetri can live their own lives without worrying about leaving Josh behind.

After having a busy week, there’s nothing more rewarding than a night full of fun festivities!  On a side note, Lo-Pheebs is on the roster for Concert in the Stars, so the camp will be a stop on their tour, which is set to begin in a couple months. Lake and I are making plans for him and his brothers to spend a weekend at the camp during an event. Also, Hawk and I are also making plans for a BFF Squad camping adventure. So there’s a lot to look forward to in the future.

[the-daily-multi-fandom-post]

The first tri-brid

Fandom: The vampire diaries/ The originals

please enjoy , comment who you want to be paired with. Whoever has the most comments (Out of The Vampire Diaries, or the originals) will be paired with the reader. 

Warning; angst, slight cussing 

Summary: (Y/N) (L/N), the first tri-brid in history. She is the oldest woman in history. Almost everyone knows a story about a woman being part Vampire, part witch, part werewolf, but nobody knows what she looks like Other than the few that have crossed rodes with her. Some say she is as dangerous (if not more) than the original hybrid himself. Some say she is sweet and caring. But what happens when the tri-brid finds herself in Mystic falls.

Y/n - your name - - L/N - last name - - Y/H/C- your hair color - - Y/E/C - Your eye color - - Y/s/t - Your skin tone - - A/n authors note - - N/n - nickname Y/m/n- your moms name -- Y/d/n Your dads name 

(A/N): this is going to be in the season where the mystic falls gang is looking for the cure for vampirism.  This is going to be a small series probably so if he want a ship, please comment below who you want to pair with (Y/N).

Early 8th century(Roman times):

(Y/n) (L/N), A beautiful young 16 year old girl. A sister, a friend, a daughter, and one of the most unique young lady in the land. (Y/N) is 16, with (Long/medium/short) (Y/H/C) hair, (Y/E/C) eyes, her skin tone a pretty (Y/s/t) (A/N; cause everyone deserves a Imagine, Love yall) skin. She lives in a nice tent with her parents and  her little/older brother/sister. 

Y/n was getting her hair brushed as her mother was preparing to go to bed. Y/n had a long tiring day. She went hunting for the first time. She was used to feeding on animals, but her mother (a witch) wanted her to feed on humans to see what would happen. When she did she was much stronger than she was with animal blood. Her mother noticed that and told Y/n she wanted her to only drink human blood, so that's what Y/n did. Her father (a werewolf) knew what Y/M/N was doing, she wanted Y/n strong so she could have more power. Y/m/n believed she was doing good when really she was messing with dark magic. (Y/brother/sister/n) knew that Y/n wasn't like them. They knew she was part vampire, part werewolf and Witch. Her sibling unfortunately didn't get the gene all they got was the werewolf gene. They were not part witch, or both (Witch and werewolf) they were just one or the other.

As (Y/n) finished brushing her hair she walked outside of her tent. She loved the night sky, it was her favorite time of day. She looked up towards the night sky watching as a few comets went by. She made a few wishes, as she did ever since she was a young girl. She walked through the woods listening to the owls hooting, and listening to the crickets as they made their soft lovely noise, that sounded like music to Y/ns ears. Y/n walked about a quarter of a mile to an opening like field. The field was shaped like a circle with trees surrounding it. She walked towards the middle with a smile on her face. The tall grass went to her knee as she walked through. But it didn't bother her, she loved it. It made her feel free, like she didn't have to hide the other side of her. She laid down in the middle of the field and looked up towards the clear sky. 

She saw so many stars. She always wondered how it would be like to be able to see a star close up. She loved the night sky, almost as much as she loves.. 

“Y/n.” Y/n heard her name called out by a mans voice. She smiled as she heard her friends/crush voice. “Daniel.” Y/n said not moving her gaze from the clear starry sky. “I thought you would be in your tent, not here.” He spoke as he sat beside the young lady. “Well I would never miss a night like this, Its so clear out.” Y/n said with a smile that Daniel could only see, because of the full moon that was out. “its a full moon tonight.” Daniel started as he looked up at the stars. Y/n nodded with a smile turning her head to look at her friend/crush. “That means the beast are going to be out soon.” Daniel said as he turned his head to look at her. Y/n looked at him with a frown, not pleased at what he said. “What makes them savaged beast? For all we know we are the beast and they are normal.” Y/n proclaimed her voice rising just a bit. “How would you know that, do you know one?” He asked looking into her (Y/E/C) eyes. She paused for just a second looking at him with a frown. “No of course not. But what if they are just misunderstood. What if they had no choice, but to be this way?” Y/n asked her friend/crush very quickly. Daniel nodded as he thought about what she was saying. “So you think that these beast. I’m sorry things are not savage animals but are people that have no choice but to be like this?” He asked looking at Y/n. Y/n shook her head looking at the Green eyed boy. “No, I’m just saying I don't think we should accuse them for being a savage beast. When we don't know wither or not its true. Daniel nodded agreeing to what she was saying. 

“It is a beautiful night isn't it?” he asked changing subjects. Y/n giggled as she cuddled into his warm body. Daniel chuckled as he put his arm around Y/ns small body. “What?” she asked looking at Daniel confused. “Nothing, its just we can go from having a disagreement to this. In just to beats.” He spoke looking up. Y/n nodded as she looked back at the sky, just in time to see a shooting star. “I hope this never changes.” Y/n spoke with a small smile. Daniel smiled while nodding. “It never will, as long as I can help it.” But what they didn't know was this night wasn't going to last forever. 

Later that night as the moon reached its apex, (Y/N) and Daniel were walking back through the woods going back to their homes. Y/n was almost home when she heard a growl. She turned towards the growl and saw a silver wolf with glowing gold eyes looking at her and Daniel. “Oh my, Y/n get behind me.” Daniel said softly, trying to protect Y/n. Y/n nodded as she got behind Daniel. They slowly started to back away as the wolf inched closer and closer. Y/n gasped loudly as the wolf jumped at Daniel and her. She went to move out of the way, but she was too late. The wolf had pounced on top of them both. Daniel was screaming as the wolf had imbedded its claws into Daniels body. Y/n screamed out in horror as she saw this before her. “Help!” She shouted, running towards the village. “Help! Somebody help!” She shouted waking the people of the village. The men of the came out of their tents in their sleepwear coming out with their bows and swords. “Y/n, it is?” Jon a man of the village asked looking at frighten teenage girl. “Dan- Daniel he- he was attacked b-by the wolf.” Y/n stuttered out with fear in her (Y/E/C) eyes. “Please you have to go help him. He will not make it, if you do not go quickly. please!” Y/n begged as she looked at the older man. He nodded as he in the men of the village got on their horses going where Y/n directed them to. 

By the time they got there the wolf was already gone and Daniel dead. As Y/n got there her knees gave out on her as she sobbed in tears. Screaming for someone to help him to do something rather than to just simply do nothing but stare. Y/n’s brother tried to pull her back but she wouldn't budge she just ran towards Daniel. She held him in her arms telling him that it couldn't be true, that he was still alive. The men around her slowly left one by one after paying their respects. Daniels mother and father sobbed as they looked at their dead son. They couldn't believe that he was dead. The young boy, not even 17 yet dead. He shouldn't even have died. Y/n stayed there in the woods rocking Daniels body in her arms. Daniels blood covered her once white evening gown. Daniels parents looked at Y/n in petty. They felt sorry for the girl, that she had to see that. but they were also upset that their son was dead. Daniels mother walked over to Y/n bending down. She stroked Y/ns hair out of her face kissing her forehead as a tear went down Y/ns eyes.  “I’m so sorry.” Y/n spoke as she looked at Daniels mother. “It wasn't your fought dear.” She spoke looking at Y/n. “I should have listened. He told me they were savaged beast. He said they were dangerous, but I protested. I said they were misunderstood. he was right, they really are monstrous.” Y/n spoke looking at Daniels cold body. Daniels mother shook her head looking  at Y/n. “Don't blame yourself darling.” She said as she left her husband following her. 

a few centuries later:

Y/n was older, but never aged. She left soon after the death of her friend Daniel. She had to leave sooner rather than later because she didn't age. She liked traveling though. She went from her home to a new village. She was staying with a lovely family, that had children -the Mikealsons. Y/n enjoyed the company of the Mikealsons their children and their parents. Rebekah (The youngest of the siblings) enjoyed Y/ns company because Rebekah was the only girl out of her siblings. Y/n enjoyed Rebekah as well. Y/n told Rebekah stories of the land, from the little tales of a living tree, or the small tell of a man living in the moon. She would also make up some tells. She made up a story once of a woman marrying her prince. Rebekah loved the stories, almost as much as she loved Y/n. 

Y/n was with Rebekah helping Ester (Rebekah's mother) prepare supper when they heard Niklaus screaming for help. Y/n, Rebekah, and the rest of their family came out of their home towards Niklaus. “What happened?” Mikal asked as he took Henrik out of Niklaus’ arms trying help.  It was too late, Henrik was dead. Later on that night after Y/n was asleep, ester took her children out of the house and into the woods to a opening in the woods. That's where Ester turned her children into Vampires. Other than Niklaus, what they didn't know (other than Ester) he was a werewolf. By the time Niklaus triggered his curse Y/n was gone. She couldn't stay in that village much longer before people saw she was not aging. 

Thousand and hundred some odd years from the early 8th century:

Y/n has changed a lot. She wasn't like herself from the 8th century. She didn't wear a lot of dresses. Most of the time she wore skinny jeans, a tee-shirt, and a pair of black converse. She wore her hair either down (Curly/straight/wavy) or braided. She was in Mystic falls. She loved in there. She was living in a nice house right down the road from the Salvatore brothers (The two brothers she has known since 1860). She would just stay with them sometimes, other times when they got on her nerves she would just sleep at her house. The brothers knew she was some type of supernatural girl. What they didn't know was that she was a tri-brid. It wasn't that she didn't want them to know, they never really asked what she was. 

Y/n was sitting her Black 1968 Chevrolet Camaro SS 383 Stroker, her Best friend and Drinking buddy Damon Salvatore siting right beside her. She had a smile on her face as she sped down the road, going way too fast compared to the actually speed limit. “You know the speed limit is 60, right? You are going 103.” Jeremy said from the back seat. “Well, do you want to die?” Y/n asked no sarcasm coming out of her mouth. “was that sarcasm?” Damon sarcastically asked with a smirk. Y/n jerked the steering wheel making Jeremy yell. “What the hell!” He yelled at her making her roll her eyes. “You two might not be able to die, but I can still die!” Jeremy yelled looking at Y/n. “Well, if you don't like my driving I will gladly let you walk while Klaus is looking for your ass.” y/n said looking at Jeremy from the rear few mirror. 

*Ring* *Ring* Y/n rolled her eyes as she picked up her phone. “What do you want Nik?” Y/n asked as she sped down the highway. “that's a good way to answer a life long friend isn't it, love?” Klaus said from the other line. “Well, Nik it would be nice if I wasn't taking Jeremy on behalf of Elenas request.” Y/n said making Damon give her a bitch face. Y/n rolled her eyes and continued going down the road, but slowing down just a bit. “Well love what if I made you a deal.” Klaus said making Damon jerk his head looking at Y/n. “what deal?” Y/n asked fully serious. “What if I told you I could train the little Gilbert so he can find the cure for the precious doppelgänger?”  Y/n turned her head looking at Damon who shrugged his Shoulders. “What’s in it for you?” Y/n asked Klaus. “I don't want anything to do with the cure, but my sister would rather have it. I would rather destroy it. but it would be nice to see you once again.” Klaus said. Y/n could hear the smirk in his voice. “meet me at the lake house.” Y/n said ending the call. “Did you just hand me over to Klaus!?!” 

[king-of-hcarts]

Love, Sung

Pairing: Hendery x female oc (Sung) // university au // one-shot

Count: 1,326k

Content: Fluff, angst, sexual implications (but no smut!)

Synopsis: A while after meeting Hendery, Sung eventually realizes there was always something she felt towards him, but held back out of fear.

[4:35 PM] A long time ago, Hendery and Sung were just two freshmen who met at orientation. Breaking the ice with small talk, awkward flirtation, and joking around while the hours lingered.

Weeks later, Sung was invited to a party at a sorority house and took Hendery as her plus-one. The sorority she pledged for was open to any student that was talented or supported visual arts. It seemed easy, but with a catch. Initiation, which involved the older students hazing the younger ones.

As part of her initiation, one of the upperclassmen grabbed a bucket of ice-cold water and poured it onto Sung. Her clothes were drenched, particularly her white t-shirt, thus exposing a black bralette from underneath. In an instant, her cheeks flushed wildly, covered her chest, and ran out of the house.

She was too embarrassed to even tell Hendery “Bye” before she left. That caused his jaw to immediately drop at her reaction and went out behind her. His eyebrows also furrowed, uncertain whether she still wanted to be around him or left alone. Their heads tilted downwards, not wanting to make a scene while they were outside, walking around a path.

Minutes later, they reached one of the girls’ dormitory. That was when Sung slowly turned around, but still unable to make eye contact with him. “Come in if you want.” That was when Hendery forced his limbs to relax and opened the door for her. “S-sure.” He laughed nervously as he waited for her to go inside. She thanked him, stumbled her way, with him following, yet created some distance between them. 

When they reached her dorm, she quickly grabbed her keys, unlocked the door, grabbed him by the hand, took him inside, and locked the door. Together, they watched movies, talked for a little, eventually flirted again, and spent the night together. The sounds of panting, moaning, and the bed creaking filled up the once-quiet dorm. With his eyes flashing like a flame, Sung also cried, adding to the noisiness of her dorm. 

It was a night they wouldn’t forget. The next morning resulted in him mentioning, “Call me” as he re-dressed himself in the same clothes from last night. She would’ve kept the promise, so she did by hanging out in the same group. 

On the other hand, both of them eventually had flings with other people, dating others in the blink of an eye. Then again, they would have exasperated sighs whenever they witnessed one flirting with another. Even more, so that their friends would ask, “Are you jealous?” only for them to deny it. At the same time, thinking about her emotions slowly made a knot grow in her stomach. Her heart raced, pupils dilating, looking away as she thought about Hendery. 

What added to her heart racing was the possibility of him anonymously sending flowers to her before an art exhibit. She pondered over it for days, yet never had the guts to ask if it really was him. Instead, Sung just gave a tight hug, causing his nose to scrunch up, yet he still opened up his arms to her, eyes darting around the exhibit. That was one thing she wasn’t aware of. Instead, she walked off with the bouquet of roses with a smile on her face. 

Hours after her exhibit, all that seemed to make sense to her. She needed time to realize that she grew to like Hendery. Also, time to start plucking up the courage after his grand gesture. There was something she always wanted to say to him. Three words were written in her diary, “I like you.”  At the same time, she wondered if it was worth the risk of diving into something she longed for, yet also feared. Love. Then, she wrote, “How could I believe in something I never really experienced before? Love, Sung.”

She knew what it’s like to be wanted and needed by your friends and family. At the same time, the thought of someone loving her or just a crush wasn’t believed in. Not by her since she once swore she’d never say ‘I’m in love’ since it didn’t exist. Never say she’s in love if it didn’t exist.

On the contrary, the knot in her stomach grew even more, distracting her from writing more. Instead, she fidgeted with her shoulder-length orange hair, silver heart necklace, and took deep breaths. She thought to herself, Pull yourself together, just tell him the truth. Eventually, she decided now’s a good time to text Hendery.

“Is it ok if I come over?”

“Yeah, no one’s there. Ten’s out with Yangyang rn”

“Cool, see ya there”

”See ya, Sung”

Shortly after she put her phone away, she grabbed her keys and left the dorm.

Staggering towards Hendery’s dorm, she frantically knocked on the door, and fidgeted with her necklace, waiting for an answer. It wasn’t long before he answered, eyes lighting up in front of her.

He quickly stepped aside and gave out a soft smile. “Come in.” She smiled back, then sauntered her way in, thinking about all the things she wished she said sooner. For a moment, he glanced away and closed the door. Her body quickly started to stiffen, thinking more about how she wanted to explain, the knot in her stomach coming back.

Sung gulped, looked around the room for a while before her dark brown eyes met his. “Hendery, can we talk?” His eyes immediately widened, causing his pupils to dilate, and blood rushing to the surface of his cheeks. “S-sure, not a problem.” Also, he leaned towards her and bit his lip. 

Likewise, her cheeks flushed, smiling softly. “Did you know you’re my world?” Sung pulled out a hand-drawn map from her jean pocket, handing it out to Hendery. “I forgot about the globe, though.” She chuckled, thinking to herself, How could I be so corny?

He took the map in his hands, glanced down, then back up at her. His eye lit up, a soft smile began to form, and he blushed profusely. More than his cheeks flushed minutes ago. Then, he covered part of his face with his hand. “N-no, it’s fine... actually pretty cute. It’s cute that you think that I’m your world.” He chuckled nervously, slowly making eye contact with her. “Thanks.” Sung joined, although she covered her mouth, suppressing her laugh. 

After that, Hendery’s laughed, a crinkle in his eye began to form, and he excitedly took her by the hand. “Sung, you’re talking to the guy that would do this.” While she stroked her thumb against his hand, her eyebrows immediately furrowed. “Show me how.” He walked over to the window, uncovered the curtains, which showed a starry night above them. 

Even if there was no sight of the moon, it didn’t stop him from pointing at the brightest star, and he turned back to Sung. “Reminds me of you ‘cause you’re my star. I like you!” Because of that, her jaw dropped, gazing at him with love in her eyes. “And I... and I thought I was corny, but I... like you too. I really, really do!”

After that, Hendery confessed, “And I was the one who sent you flowers the other day. It was me the whole time.” That was enough for Sung to wrap her arms around him, then he pulled her in, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He tilted his head to the right, and she glanced down at his lips.

Shortly after, their eyes closed and finally kissed. Coming undone over soft lips pressed against one another, two hearts racing together, and wrapped in a warm embrace was something they always wanted.

They just didn’t expect it, not until now.

a/n: shoutout to @goldenhaechan for inspiring me to write a one-shot that features an female oc named lee sung. also, decided to turn the “you’re my world” blurb into a full-length fic. i really loved that blurb that was inspired by a chat with @soft-sang and decided to use it in a full fic

[thanksforthedinosaur]

maes year end list

here are (most of) the albums & eps i listened to this year my favorites are bolded genres + my ratings added for anyone looking for new music xoxo mae

2 chainz - rap or go to the league - hip-hop - 3/5 4s4ki - nemnem - hip-hop - 3.5/5 aaamyyy - body - electropop - 3/5 adoy - vivid - dream-pop - 4.5/5 adrianwave - wave 01 - future funk - 3.5/5 agø - the door - hip-hop - 3.5/5 aimer - sun dance - j-pop - 3/5 aimer - penny rain - j-pop - 3/5 aintops - starry sky - kawaii future bass - 2.5/5 aintops - summer story  - kawaii future bass - 3.5/5 akai ko-en - kienai ep - indie rock - 4/5 akio watanabe & paniyolo - passage of sky - instrumental - 2.5/5 akira kosemura - diary 2016-2019 - instrumental - 4/5 akua - them spirits - r&b - 4/5 albert karch & ichiko aoba - celestially light - indie/folk - 4/5 aldous harding - designer - indie/folk - 3.5/5 alessia cara - this summer - pop - 2.5/5 alexia avina - all that i can't see - indie/folk - 3.5/5 alex lahey - the best of luck club - indie rock - 4/5 alex lustig – room for thought - electropop - 4/5 ali barter - hello, i'm doing my best - indie rock - 4/5 alomar - soul case - indie/folk - 3.5/5 aly & aj - sanctuary - pop - 4/5 amazarashi - play goodbye - indie rock - 3/5 american football - american football (lp3) - emo/dream-pop - 5/5 amy o - shell - indie rock - 4.5/5 anamanaguchi - [usa] - electropop/chiptune - 3.5/5 andrea von kampen - old country - indie/folk - 3.5/5 andrea von kampen - twilight & evening bell - indie/folk - 4/5 android52 - ultra groove product - kawaii future bass/future funk - 3.5/5 android apartment - the stars through your eyes - future funk - 2.5/5 android apartment - collection, pt.4 - future funk - 3/5 android apartment - we are the lights - future funk - 3.5/5 and the kids - when this life is over - indie rock - 3.5/5 angel olsen - all mirrors - dream pop - 4.5/5 anima! - grow your garden - electropop - 3.5/5 anitta - kisses - pop - 3.5/5 anna burch + fred thomas - indie rock - 3.5/5 anna clendening - waves - electropop - 3/5 anna flyaway - tomorrow i will take a knife to your confidence - emo - 4.5/5 anna lunoe - right party - edm/electropop - 3.5/5 anna of the north - dream girl - indie pop - 3.5/5 annie hart - a softer offering - electropop - 2.5/5 annika norlin + jens lekman - correspondence - indie/folk - 2.5/5 another silent weekend - pen pal - lo-fi hip-hop - 4/5 another silent weekend - falling apart - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5 antenna girl - lemonade moon - kawaii future bass - 4.5/5 the appleseed cast - the fleeting light of impermanence - emo/post-rock - 3.5/5 the aquabats - the aquabats! super show! television soundtrack: volume one -  ska/pop punk - 3.5/5 arch.moe - crystratos - edm/kawaii future bass - 3.5/5 ardency - girls against god - shoegaze/dream pop - 3.5/5 ariana grande - thank u, next - pop - 4/5 ari lennox - shea butter baby - r&b - 4/5 arlo parks - super sad generation - hip-hop - 3.5/5 arlo parks - sophie - hip-hop - 3.5/5 asako toki - passion blue - j-pop - 4/5 asako toki - toki chic remix - j-pop - 3.5/5 ashmute - night & night - k-pop - 4/5 ashnikko - hi, it's me - hip-hop - 3.5/5 asiahn - love train 2 - r&b - 4/5 aso - home - lo-fi hip-hop - 2.5/5 astrid s - trust issues - pop - 3/5 atmosphere - whenever - hip-hop - 4/5 attom - follow me - edm/electropop - 4/5 aurora - a different kind of human (step ii) - indie/electropop - 5/5 avery sennin & meltycanon - project reality - hip-hop - 4/5 ayano kaneko -  燦々 - j-rock - 3.5/5 azki - without u - j-pop - 3/5 b3lla - akihabara - kawaii future bass - 3/5 babymetal - metal galaxy - metal/j-pop - 3.5/5 backstreet boys - dna - pop - 3.5/5 bad bad hats - wide right - indie rock - 3.5/5 bad heaven ltd. - strength - indie rock - 4/5 baechulgi - soul searching - lo-fi hip-hop - 4/5 banvox - sellout - kawaii future bass - 3.5/5 barrie - happy to be here - indie pop/dream pop - 4.5/5 basick - whatiwant - hip-hop - 3.5/5 bats for lashes - lost girls - electropop - 3.5/5 bbhf - simple - j-rock - 3.5/5 bbhf - mirror mirror - j-pop - 3.5/5 a beacon school - cola - dream pop - 4/5 bedouine - bird songs of a killjoy - indie/folk - 4/5 bella boo - once upon a passion - electropop - 3/5 belle and sebastian - days of the bagnold summer - indie rock - 3/5 bellows - the rose gardener - indie rock - 4/5 bells atlas - the mystic - r&b/indie rock - 4/5 be steadwell - queer love songs - indie r&b/pop - 4/5 bethlehem steel - bethlehem steel - indie rock - 3.5/5 better oblivion community center - better oblivion community center - indie rock - 4/5 big|brave - a gaze among them - post-rock - 4/5 big nothing - chris - indie rock - 4/5 big thief - two hands - indie rock - 5/5 big thief - u.f.o.f. - indie rock - 4/5 big wild - superdream - indie pop - 3/5 biig piig - no place for patience, vol. 3 - hip-hop/r&b - 4/5 billie eilish - when we all fall asleep, where do we go? - pop/hip-hop - 3.5/5 billie marten - feeding seahorses by hand - indie/folk - 3/5 bish - carrots and sticks - j-rock - 3/5 black belt eagle scout - at the party with my brown friends - indie rock - 4/5 blackbird blackbird - hearts - electropop - 3/5 bladee & ecco2k & thaiboy digital - trash island - hip-hop - 2.5/5 blink-182 - nine - pop punk - 2.5/5 blonde maze - hold on - electropop - 4/5 blood cultures - oh uncertainty! a universe despairs - indie rock - 3/5 blood orange - angel's pulse - r&b - 3.5/5 blossom - terra incognita - hip-hop - 3.5/5 blue hawaii - open reduction internal fixation - electropop - 3.5/5 boa - starry night - k-pop - 3.5/5 body type - ep2 - indie rock - 4/5 boerd - misplaced - hip-hop - 4/5 bora york - emotion vertigo - indie pop - 3/5 boy scouts - free company - indie rock - 4/5 breakup - miss me - electropop - 3.5/5 bridal party - too much - indie rock - 3.5/5 brightness - brightness - indie rock - 3/5 brinq + antenna girl - sayonara ep - kawaii future bass - 3/5 broken social scene - let's try the after, vol. 1 - indie rock - 3/5 broken social scene - let's try the after, vol. 2 - indie rock - 3/5 bronze - east shore - k-pop - 4.5/5 broods - don't feed the pop monster - electropop - 3/5 brooke candy - sexorcism - edm/house - 4/5 brothertiger - a chain of islands ep - chillwave - 5/5 bryzone_ybp - back of the back - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5 bryzone_ybp - oceans - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5 bryzone_ybp - maybe - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5 bts - bts world: original soundtrack - k-pop - 3.5/5 bts - map of the soul: persona - k-pop - 3/5 bülow - the contender - pop/hip-hop - 3.5/5 bülow - crystalline - pop/hip-hop - 3/5 burnout syndromes - myojo - j-rock - 3.5/5 by surprise - cosmic latte - emo/indie rock - 4/5 camellia & nanahira - goin' - kawaii future bass - 4.5/5 camp claude - double dreaming - indie rock - 3/5 cannons - shadows - electropop - 3.5/5 cape weather - cape weather - indie rock - 3.5/5 carlie hanson - junk - pop/indie rock - 4/5 carly rae jepsen - dedicated - pop - 5/5 carmody - catching blue - dream pop - 3/5 caroline says - ohio river ep - indie rock - 4/5 caroline spence - mint condition - indie/folk - 3/5 cassie marin - love me well ep - indie pop - 3/5 cattle - sweet dream tender light and your memory - shoegaze - 3.5/5 cautious clay - table of context - pop/hip-hop - 3/5 cehryl - slow motion - pop/hip-hop - 3/5 chance the rapper - the big day - hip-hop - 3.5/5 charli xcx - charli - pop - 5/5 charly bliss - supermoon - indie rock - 4/5 charly bliss - young enough - indie rock/pop punk - 5/5 chastity belt - chastity belt - indie rock - 4/5 cheat codes - level 2 - electropop - 3/5 cheese - plate - k-pop - 4/5 chela - delivery - pop - 3.5/5 chelmico - fishing - j-pop/hip-hop - 4/5 cherry glazerr - stuffed & ready - indie rock - 3.5/5 chief. - today - lo-fi hip-hop - 4/5 chief. - clarity - lo-fi hip-hop - 4/5 chinese football - continue? - emo/math-rock - 4/5 christelle bofale - swim team - indie rock - 4/5 chromatics - closer to grey - shoegaze - 3.5/5 chung ha - flourishing - k-pop - 4/5 ciara - beauty marks - pop - 4/5 cinema staff - cinema staff - j-rock - 4/5 citycop - nesh - emo/math-rock - 4/5 city girl - chroma velocity - chillhop/electropop - 4/5 city girl - somnolent nova - chillhop/electropop - 3/5 clairo - immunity - indie rock - 4.5/5 claris - primalove - j-pop - 4.5/5 claud - sideline star - indie rock - 4.5/5 clc - no.1 - k-pop - 4.5/5 cocabona & aura misha & monma - aura - lo-fi hip-hop - 3.5/5 commander salamander - off the goop - emo - 3.5/5 common holly - when i say to you black lightning - indie/folk - 3/5 com truise - persuasion system - chillwave - 2/5 cones - pictures of pictures - indie rock - 2/5 copeland - blushing - indie rock/dream pop - 3.5/5 cosmic boy - can i love? - hip-hop - 3.5/5 couple n - love is - kawaii future bass - 2.5/5 cowgirl clue - icebreaker - electropop - 2.5/5 the cranberries - in the end - dream pop - 4/5 cray - seasons change and so do i - electropop - 3.5/5 crck/lcks - temporary - j-rock/j-pop - 3/5 crck/lcks - temporary vol.2 - j-rock/j-pop - 2.5/5 cream - love + party - j-pop/hip-hop - 3/5 cricket blue - serotinalia - indie/folk - 4/5 cristina quesada - think i heard a rumour  - electropop - 4/5 cross record - cross record - indie pop - 3/5 crumb - jinx - indie rock - 4.5/5 cuco - para mi - r&b - 3.5/5 cursive - get fixed - emo - 3.5/5 cute girls doing cute things - scene - kawaii future bass - 2/5 cute girls doing cute things - slice of life - kawaii future bass - 2/5 cynhn - タブラチュア - j-rock - 3/5 daniela andrade - tamale - r&b - 4/5 daniel land - the dream of the red sails - dream pop - 3/5 daoko - daoko×dragalia lost - j-pop - 4.5/5 the darling fire - dark celebration - shoegaze - 4/5 daughter of swords - dawnbreaker - indie/folk - 4/5 death cab for cutie - the blue ep - indie rock - 3/5 deaton chris anthony - bo y - r&b/hip-hop - 4/5 deidre & the dark - variety hour - indie pop - 3/5 delta sleep - younger years - math-rock - 3.5/5 delta sleep & tricot - ghost city rarities - math-rock - 3.5/5 dia - newtro - k-pop - 3.5/5 diiv - deceiver - dream pop - 4/5 direct - cold ground - electropop - 3.5/5 distant.lo - bloom - lo-fi hip-hop - 3.5/5 distant.lo - silhouette - lo-fi hip-hop - 3.5/5 dizzy fae - no gmo mixtape - hip-hop - 3/5 dodie - human - indie pop - 3/5 the dollyrots - daydream explosion - pop punk - 4/5 dori freeman - every single star - indie/folk - 3.5/5 dounia - not good for the ego - hip-hop - 3.5/5 dounia - the scandal - hip-hop - 3.5/5 downfall of gaia - ethic of radical finitude - post-rock/sludge - 3.5/5 dowsing - sky coffin - pop punk/emo - 4/5 d-real [愛] - stuck in a rom​-​com - hip-hip - 3/5 dressy bessy - fast faster disaster - pop punk - 3/5 dsps - fully i - indie rock - 4.5/5 ducktails - hard rock cafe chernobyl - future funk - 3/5 ducky - optimism - edm - 2.5/5 ducky - i still believe in love - edm - 4.5/5 dude york - falling - indie rock - 4/5 dude york - happy in the meantime ep - indie rock - 3/5 dusky - imagine what ep - electropop/edm - 3.5/5 e1sbar - the legend of - electropop - 3/5 the early november - lilac - indie rock/emo - 4/5 earth dad - video music - indie rock - 3.5/5 ecco2k - e - hip-hop - 3.5/5 echos - even though you're gone - pop/hip-hop - 2.5/5 eerie wanda - pet town - indie/folk - 3.5/5 eevee - ep unknown - ambient - 2.5/5 eill - spotlight - electropop - 2.5/5 electric youth - memory emotion - electropop - 3.5/5 ella vos - watch and wait - pop - 3/5 elohim - braindead - electropop - 3/5 elsa hewitt - citrus paradisi - electropop - 4/5 elton john cena - all rats go to heaven - indie rock - 3.5/5 elva - winter sun - indie rock - 3.5/5 emily reo - only you can see it - indie pop - 3/5 emily yacina - remember the silver - indie rock - 4.5/5 emmy curl - øporto - pop/hip-hop - 3.5/5 erthlings - indigo - indie pop - 2.5/5 eva tolkin - truthfully - electropop - 3.5/5 evil - evil - indie pop - 2/5 exes - once more, with feeling - pop/hip-hop - 3/5 exid - we - k-pop - 3/5 the faint - egowerk - edm/electropop - 3.5/5 faye meana - shades of a dreamer - r&b - 3.5/5 faye webster - atlanta millionaires club - indie/folk - 4.5/5 feels - post earth - indie rock - 3.5/5 field medic - fade into the dawn - indie rock - 3.5/5 field mouse - meaning - indie rock - 3.5/5 fka twigs - magdalene - pop/r&b - 4/5 fleurie - portals: the b-sides - indie pop - 2.5/5 flor - ley lines - indie rock/indie pop - 4.5/5 floral print - floral print - indie rock - 3.5/5 florist - emily alone - indie/folk - 5/5 forests - spending eternity in a japanese convenience store - emo/math-rock - 3.5/5 for tracy hyde - new young city - dream pop - 4.5/5 fractures - reset - indie rock - 5/5 frankie cosmos - close it quietly - indie rock - 4/5 fresh - withdraw - indie rock - 3.5/5 friday night plans - complex - r&b - 3/5 fujifire - fuji's dream cafe - future funk - 4/5 gabrielle aplin - like you say you do - pop - 3.5/5 gabrielle papillon - shout - indie pop - 2.5/5 galaxy fingers - the last bastion of fox quality - dream pop - 4/5 gemma ray - psychogeology - indie/folk - 3.5/5 genie high - ジェニーハイストーリー - j-rock - 3.5/5 geotheory - broken heartdrive - edm - 3.5/5 geotheory - theory voyages 003 - edm - 3/5 geowulf - my resignation - indie rock - 4/5 the get up kids - problems - emo/pop punk - 4.5/5 gfriend - fever season - k-pop - 3.5/5 gfriend - time for us - k-pop - 3/5 gia margaret - there's always glimmer - indie/folk - 3.5/5 (g)i-dle - i made - k-pop - 3/5 girl in red - chapter 2 - indie rock - 3/5 girlpool - what chaos is imaginary - indie rock - 4/5 girl ray - girl - indie pop - 3.5/5 glassio - age of experience - electropop - 3.5/5 goldroom - plunge /\ surface - edm/electropop - 4.5/5 goodbye fujiyama - キャッチャー·イン·ザ·ヘル - j-rock/pop punk - 4.5/5 goon - heaven is humming - indie rock - 4/5 goosetaf & oatmello - sugar - lo-fi hip-hop - 3.5/5 got7 - call my name - k-pop - 3.5/5 grace ives - 2nd - indie pop - 3.5/5 great deceivers - in spirit - indie rock - 3.5/5 great grandpa - four of arrows - indie rock - 4/5 group action - super music - j-rock/j-pop - 4.5/5 gurr - she says - indie rock - 3.5/5 hachioji p - graphix - kawaii future bass/vocaloid - 4/5 hamidasystem - down - j-rock/j-pop - 2.5/5 hana - hanadriel - pop - 4/5 hand habits - placeholder - indie/folk - 4/5 hannah cohen - welcome home - indie/folk - 3/5 happy kuru kuru - 4 kinds of happy kuru kuru!? - kawaii future bass - 3/5 harmony woods - make yourself at home - indie rock - 5/5 harry styles - fine line - pop - 4/5 hatchie - keepsake - dream pop - 4/5 hawthorne heights - lost frequencies - emo - 2.5/5 haybaby - they get there - indie rock - 3.5/5 hayley kiyoko - i'm too sensitive for this shit - pop - 4/5 heize - she's fine - k-pop - 3/5 hélène barbier - have you met elliott? - indie rock - 3.5/5 h.e.r. - i used to know her - hip-hop - 4/5 hibou - clarity - dream pop - 3.5/5 highnoon - semi sweet - indie rock - 3.5/5 the highwomen - the highwomen - indie/folk - 4/5 hikes - mahal kita - indie rock - 4/5 hiromi - spectrum - instrumental - 4/5 hitorie - howls - j-rock - 3.5/5 hitsujibungaku - きらめき - j-rock - 3/5 holiday ghosts - west bay playroom - indie rock - 3/5 holiday sidewinder - forever or whatever - electropop - 3.5/5 holy holy - my own pool of light - indie rock - 3/5 home - hold - electropop - 4/5 homecomings - cakes - j-rock - 5/5 homeshake - helium - indie rock - 4/5 honeyblood - in plain sight - indie rock - 3/5 honeycomebear - holic - kawaii future bass - 3/5 honeymoan - body - indie rock - 3.5/5 hoody - departure - k-pop - 3.5/5 hope tala - sensitive soul - indie/r&b - 3/5 horsebeach - the unforgiving current - indie pop - 3/5 hovvdy - heavy lifter - indie rock - 4.5/5 hozier - wasteland, baby! - indie/folk - 5/5 hydrogen sea - automata - indie pop - 3/5 hylen - lovesickness - kawaii future bass - 2.5/5 ider - emotional education - electropop - 3.5/5 i don't like mondays. - future - j-pop - 3/5 i love your lifestyle - the movie - emo - 4/5 imeiden - imeiden volume 3 - kawaii future pop - 4/5 the indigo east end - 濡れゆく私小説 - j-rock - 4/5 infinity crush - virtual heaven - indie rock - 4/5 ingrid michaelson - stranger songs - indie pop - 3/5 ings - lullaby rock - indie/folk - 2.5/5 insignificant other - i'm so glad i feel this way about you - indie rock - 3/5 instupendo - boys by girls - electronic - 5/5 iri - shade - j-pop - 5/5 isyana sarasvati - air - pop - 3/5 iz*one - vampire - j-pop - 3.5/5 izumi makura - as usual - j-pop - 4/5 izzamuzzic - unsaid - edm/electropop - 4/5 jack m. senff - good to know you - indie/folk - 4/5 jaden - erys - hip-hop - 3.5/5 jake hope - icare2much - hip-hop - 3.5/5 jamila woods - legacy! legacy! - r&b/hip-hop - 5/5 the japanese house - good at falling - indie pop - 4/5 jay som - anak ko - indie rock - 5/5 jealous of the birds - wisdom teeth - indie rock - 3/5 jean deaux - empathy - hip-hop - 3.5/5 jeffe - one hundred percent - electropop - 2.5/5 jenny lewis - on the line - indie pop - 4/5 jenny owen youngs - night shift - indie/folk - 4/5 jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler - brent - indie/folk - 3.5/5 jeromes dream - lp - screamo - 2/5 jesca hoop - stonechild - indie/folk - 4/5 jessica pratt - quiet signs - 3.5/5 jetty bones - "-" - emo - 3.5/5 jimmy eat world - surviving - emo - 3.5/5 jizue - gallery - math-rock - 4/5 jonatan leandoer127 - nectar - indie/folk - 2.5/5 juice wrld - death race for love - hip-hop - 3.5/5 julia jacklin - crushing - indie rock - 4/5 juliana hatfield - weird - indie rock - 4/5 julia shapiro - perfect version - indie rock - 4.5/5 jyocho - 綺麗な三角、朝日にんげん - math-rock - 4/5 kaina - next to the sun - r&b - 4/5 kainalu - lotus gate - electropop - 4.5/5 kallitechnis - chromatic - r&b - 3.5/5 kana-boon - nerine - j-rock - 3.5/5 karen o & danger mouse - lux prima - indie rock - 4/5 kari faux - cry 4 help - hip-hop - 3.5/5 kate bollinger - i don't wanna lose - indie rock - 3.5/5 kate teague - kate teague - indie rock - 3.5/5 kate tempest - the book of traps and lessons - spoken word - 5/5 katie dey - solipsisters - indie/folk - 5/5 kehlani - while we wait - hip-hop - 4/5 keisei - ミライトアルマチ都々里 - j-pop/vocaloid - 4/5 kemono - 美しい傷 - j-rock - 3.5/5 keren ann - bleue - indie pop - 3/5 key - i wanna be - k-pop - 3/5 khalid - free spirit - r&b - 3.5/5 kiana ledé - myself - hip-hop - 3/5 kim petras - clarity - pop - 5/5 kim petras - turn off the light - electropop - 4/5 king princess - cheap queen - pop - 4.5/5 kirara magic - magic shop - kawaii future bass - 3.5/5 kitten - goodbye honeymoon phase - indie pop/indie rock - 3.5/5 kitty - rose gold - electropop/hip-hop - 5/5 klp - giver - edm/electropop - 4/5 kolme - do you know kolme? - j-pop - 3.5/5 kolme - hello kolme - j-pop - 4/5 [ k s r ] - unfiltered - hip-hop - 3.5/5 kuranes - lakeside - lo-fi hip-hop - 4/5 kyyhky - do you feel lonely? - lo-fi hip-hop - 3.5/5 la dispute - panorama - indie rock - 3/5 lady lamb - even in the tremor - indie/folk - 3/5 la fine equipe - 5th season - hip-hop - 4/5 lagwagon - railer - pop punk - 3.5/5 lana del rey - norman fucking rockwell! - pop - 5/5 lane 8 - feld / anthracite - electropop - 4/5 laura stevenson - the big freeze - indie/folk - 3.5/5 lava la rue - stitches - hip-hop - 3.5/5 layfullstop - cherries - hip-hop - 4/5 leaf beach - old growth - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5 the leaf library - the world is a bell - dream pop - 4/5 leggy - let me know your moon - indie rock - 3/5 leisure - twister - indie pop - 3.5/5 lemolo - swansea - dream pop - 3,5/5 léon - léon - pop - 3/5 lightning bug - october song - shoegaze - 3/5 lily & madeleine - canterbury girls - indie/folk - 3.5/5 limonène - evergreen - kawaii future bass - 3.5/5 lina tullgren - free cell - indie rock - 4/5 l i p s - l i p s ep - shoegaze - 3.5/5 lisa prank - perfect love song - pop punk - 3/5 lisel - angels on the slope - electropop - 3/5 lite - multiple - math-rock - 4/5 little glee monster - kimini todokumade - j-pop - 3/5 little glee monster - i feel the light - j-pop - 3/5 little simz - grey area - hip-hop - 5/5 living hour - softer faces - dream pop - 3.5/5 liz - planet y2k - electropop - 3.5/5 lizzo - cuz i love you - pop/hip-hop - 5/5 loane - alone - pop - 3/5 lolo zouaï - high highs to low lows - pop/hip-hop - 3.5/5 lomelda - m for empathy - indie/folk - 4/5 long beard - means to me - dream pop/indie rock - 5/5 lorelle meets the obsolete - de facto - shoegaze - 3.5/5 lost film - zero summer - dream pop - 3.5/5 lost spaces - no-vacancy - indie pop - 3/5 louise burns - portraits - indie pop - 3/5 love x stereo - 37c - electropop - 3.5/5 lucie,too - chime - j-rock/pop punk - 3/5 lucky kilimanjaro - fresh - j-pop - 5/5 lucy ducas - 2019 - indie rock - 3.5/5 lucy rose - no words left - indie/folk - 4/5 lula wiles - what will we do - indie/folk - 3.5/5 lusine - retrace - electropop - 3/5 luvbird - wildflower island - kawaii future bass - 3/5 madeon - good faith - electropop - 4/5 madison mcferrin - you + i - r&b - 3.5/5 magdalena bay - mini mix vol 1 - indie pop - 3.5/5 maggie rogers - heard it in a past life - indie pop - 2.5/5 mahalia - love and compromise - hip-hop - 4/5 majiko - 寂しい人が一番偉いんだ - j-rock - 2.5/5 mallrat - driving music - indie pop - 4/5 mammoth penguins - there is no fight - indie rock - 3.5/5 manatee commune - pda - electropop - 3.5/5 marika hackman - any human friend - indie rock - 3/5 mark kozelek & petra haden - joey always smiled - indie/folk - 3/5 mark ronson - late night feelings - pop - 4/5 mauno - really well - indie rock - 3.5/5 mcclenney - i'm not here - indie rock - 2.5/5 meernaa - heart hunger - indie rock - 2.5/5 mega bog - dolphine - indie/folk - 4/5 megan thee stallion - fever - hip-hop - 4/5 mei ehara - 私をしも - indie/folk - 4.5/5 mei ehara - 最初の日は／午後には残って - j-rock - 3.5/5 meiko - in your dreams - indie/folk - 4/5 melby - none of this makes me worry - indie rock - 3.5/5 mellow mellow - dear my star - j-pop - 3/5 mélonade - mélonade - future funk - 3/5 meltycanon - love deluxe* - hip-hop - 5/5 men i trust - oncle jazz - indie rock - 4/5 me not you - already gone - indie rock - 3/5 the menzingers - hello exile - pop punk - 3/5 merriment - funny thing - indie rock - 2.5/5 methyl ethel - triage - indie pop - 2.5/5 mia gladstone - grow - indie pop - 2/5 michelle blades - kiss me on the mouth - indie rock - 3/5 microwave - death is a warm blanket - emo - 3.5/5 middle kids - new songs for old problems - indie rock - 2.5/5 mikanzil - 4th-peace - j-rock - 3.5/5 milk & bone - dive - electropop - 3.5/5 millie turner - hide+seek - indie pop - 2.5/5 mindy gledhill - rabbit hole - indie rock - 3/5 misogi - blood moon underworld - dream pop/emo - 3.5/5 misterwives - mini bloom - indie pop - 2.5/5 misty coast - melodaze - shoegaze - 3/5 mitsume - ghosts - j-rock - 4/5 mol-74 - teenager - j-rock - 3.5/5 molly tuttle - when you're ready - indie/folk - 3/5 mono - nowhere now here - post-rock - 4/5 moshimo - todome - j-rock - 4/5 moumoon - new moon - j-pop - 3/5 the mountain goats - in league with dragons - indie/folk - 3.5/5 mount eerie & julie doiron - lost wisdom, pt. 2 - indie/folk - 3.5/5 mourn - mixtape - indie rock - 2.5/5 mouse on the keys - nhkスペシャル ドラマ - post-rock/math-rock - 3/5 mree - the middle - indie/folk - 4.5/5 mt. fujitive - sanctuary - lo-fi hip-hop - 2.5/5 muna - saves the world - electropop - 5/5 mush - thank you, we're mush - emo/pop punk - 3.5/5 mutual benefit - just another diamond day - indie/follk - 3/5 nabowa - dusk - j-rock - 2.5/5 namdose - s/t - indie rock - 4/5 nanahira - nanamega kingdom - kawaii future bass - 4/5 nanahira - trip×frolic - kawaii future bass - 4/5 the natsuyasumi band - terminal - j-rock - 3.5/5 navvi - 2503 - edm/electropop - 3.5/5 nerd magnet - 透明になったあなたへ - pop punk - 4/5 nieah - 1% - hip-hop - 3.5/5 night flowers - fortune teller - indie rock - 3/5 niki - wanna take this downtown - trip-pop - 3.5/5 niña - love letters to you - dream pop - 3/5 nina nesbitt - the sun will come up, the seasons will change - hip-hop - 3/5 no vacations - phasing - dream pop - 4/5 nora van elken - skyforest - edm/electropop - 3.5/5 nuance - botän - j-pop - 3/5 nyankobrq - arbeit - kawaii future bass - 4.5/5 nyankobrq - real cat - kawaii future bass - 3.5/5 oatmello - imperfections 2 - lo-fi hip-hop - 4/5 oatmello & ødyssee - myst isle  - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5 ocha - love story pt.2 - lo-fi hip-hop - 2.5/5 octo octa - for lovers - edm/electropop - 2/5 omaure - dystopia ave. - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5 omaure - melt - lo-fi hip-hop - 2.5/5 omaure - wingsuit - lo-fi hip-hop - 2.5/5 omniboi - ego death - edm/electropop - 3/5 omniboi - quick breath - edm/electropop - 3.5/5 oohyo - far from the madding city - k-pop - 5/5 options - pacific notion ii - indie rock - 3.5/5 orancha - lemonade - electropop - 3.5/5 oshun - bittersweet, vol. 1 - hip-hop/r&b - 4/5 outer spaces - gazing globe - indie/folk - 3.5/5 overo - overo - emo - 4.5/5 p19 & camellia & nanahira - infiniti mofulity - kawaii future bass - 4/5 paellas - sequential souls - j-rock - 3/5 pale blue - have you passed through this night - electropop - 3/5 palehound - black friday - indie rock - 5/5 pasocom music club - night flow - j-pop - 3.5/5 passepied - more humor - j-pop - 3.5/5 password:password - session boyfriend - indie rock - 3/5 paula cole - revolution - indie/folk - 2.5/5 peaer - a healthy earth - emo - 3.5/5 pedro the lion - phoenix - pop punk - 3/5 penelope isles - until the tide creeps in - indie rock - 4.5/5 perc%nt - pvc - k-pop - 3/5 peregrine - as one would exist - emo - 4/5 phem - vacumhead - hip-hop - 3/5 phora - bury me with dead roses - hip-hop - 4/5 a picture of her - unavailable - math-rock - 3.5/5 pieta brown - freeway - indie/folk - 2.5/5 pikasonic - memory - kawaii future bass - 4/5 pile - green and gray - indie rock - 4/5 pink skies - infinity - indie pop - 3.5/5 pixx - small mercies - indie rock - 3/5 pleeg & yuca - horizon - kawaii future bass - 3/5 pohgoh + caithlin de marrais split ep - emo - 3.5/5 polkadot stingray - 有頂天 - j-rock - 3.5/5 polkadot stingray - ハイパークラクション - j-rock - 3.5/5 the pom-poms - i was on the news - hip-hop - 3/5 poppy - choke - metal/pop - 3.5/5 potty mouth - snafu - pop punk - 4/5 prince innocence - blue star ep - electropop - 3.5/5 project skylate - augmented life ep - kawaii future bass - 3.5/5 pronoun - i'll show you stronger - indie rock - 3.5/5 proper. - i spent the winter writing songs about getting better - emo - 3.5/5 prune deer - insufficient postage - indie rock - 2.5/5 puddle splasher - the blankets blue - indie rock - 3/5 pvris - hallucinations - electropop - 3/5 [.que] - any - post-rock - 3/5 [.que] - flowers - post-rock - 3/5 queen of jeans - if you're not afraid, i'm not afraid - indie rock - 3.5/5 quin - lucid - r&b/hip-hop - 4/5 qveen herby - ep 5 - hip-hop - 3.5/5 qveen herby - ep 6 - hip-hop - 3/5 qveen herby - ep 6 - hip-hop - 3/5 radiator hospital - sings music for daydreaming - indie rock - 3.5/5 the radio dept. - i don't need love, i've got my band - indie rock - 3.5/5 rae spoon - mental health - indie rock - 4/5 raiche - drive - r&b - 3.5/5 ralph - flashbacks & fantasies - pop - 5/5 rapsody - eve - hip-hop - 4/5 raveena - lucid - r&b - 4/5 rayana jay - love me like - hip-hop - 3.5/5 red velvet - sappy - k-pop - 2.5/5 the regrettes - how do you love? - pop punk - 3.5/5 reptaliens - valis - indie pop - 2.5/5 rhye - spirit - indie rock - 3/5 riah - heartbreak magic - indie pop - 3/5 ricono - reflections - j-pop - 4/5 ride - this is not a safe place - indie rock - 3.5/5 riri - summertime ep - r&b - 3/5 rocketship - thanks to you - indie rock - 3.5/5 the rocket summer - sweet shivers - indie rock - 3/5 rocoberry - how is your night? - k-pop - 3/5 romantic states - ballerina - indie rock - 2.5/5 rook1e - sleepy boy - lo-fi hip-hop - 4/5 room97 - nova+ - j-rock - 3.5/5 rosemary fairweather - heavenly a second collection of songs - pop rock - 5/5 rosie carney - bare - indie/folk - 3.5/5 sabrina claudio - truth is - hip-hop - 2.5/5 sacred paws - run around the sun - indie rock - 3.5/5 saib - basement grooves - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5 saib - mangroves - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5 sampa - the great the return - hip-hop - 4/5 sanaas - marineart - edm/kawaii future bass - 5/5 (sandy) alex g - house of sugar - indie rock - 5/5 senso nakamura - nakamurasanso muchu - kawaii future bass - 3.5/5 sarah bethe nelson - weird glow - indie/folk - 3.5/5 sarah jaffe - smut - indie rock - 2.5/5 saro - die alone - indie pop - 2.5/5 sasami - sasami - indie rock - 4/5 satin jackets - solar nights - edm/electropop - 4/5 satomoka - merry go round - j-pop - 4/5 savoir adore - full bloom - indie pop - 3/5 the scary jokes - burn pygmalion!!! a better guide to romance - indie rock - 3/5 seira kariya - cover girl - j-pop - 3/5 sg lewis - dawn - hip-hop - 3.5/5 shachi - alone - hip-hop - 3.5/5 shady bug - lemon lime - indie rock - 3.5/5 shannon lay - august - indie/folk - 3/5 shannon wright - providence - indie/folk - 3.5/5 sharon van etten - remind me tomorrow - indie rock - 3.5/5 she her her hers - location - dream pop - 3.5/5 she is summer - wave motion - j-pop - 2.5/5 the shes gone - days - j-rock - 3/5 shunkan - cumberland falls - pop punk/indie rock - 4/5 shura - forevher - indie pop - 4/5 shy girls - bird on the wing - indie rock - 3/5 siamese cats - bouquet - j-rock - 3.5/5 sidewave – ultraviolet - shoegaze - 3/5 signals midwest - pin - emo - 3/5 sigrid - sucker punch - electropop - 3.5/5 silver sphere - yikes! - indie pop - 2.5/5 silversun pickups - widow's weeds - indie rock - 3/5 sinead harnett - lessons in love - r&b - 3.5/5 singto conley - eden - edm/electropop - 3/5 sipper - adam driver - indie rock - 3/5 slayyyter - slayyyter - electropop - 4/5 sleater-kinney - the center won't hold - indie rock - 3/5 slingshot dakota - heavy banding - emo - 4/5 slow magic - dreams - electronic - 3/5 slow pulp - big day - indie rock/dream pop - 4/5 slushii - watch yo back - edm/electropop - 3.5/5 small crush - small crush - indie rock - 3.5/5 snail's house - エイリアン☆ポップ ii - kawaii future bass - 4.5/5 snail's house - エイリアン☆ポップ iii - kawaii future bass - 4/5 snail's house - loves magic - kawaii future bass - 4/5 snail's house - scenery - kawaii future bass - 4/5 snoh aalegra - -ugh those feels again - r&b - 3/5 soak - grim town - indie rock - 3/5 solange - when i get home - r&b - 4.5/5 so much light - 5 minutes - indie pop - 2.5/5 sonoko inoue - 白と色イロ - j-rock - 3/5 sorcha richardson - first prize bravery - indie rock - 3/5 sore eyelids - avoiding life - emo/shoegaze - 4/5 spangle call lilli line - dreams never end - j-rock - 3.5/5 sparrows - berries - indie rock - 3.5/5 spinn - spinn - dream pop - 3.5/5 ☆star guitar - &ever - post-rock - 3.5/5 star house - you said forever - shoegaze - 3.5/5 starover blue - ordinary magic - indie rock - 3/5 stef chura - midnight - indie rock - 3.5/5 stella donnelly - beware of the dogs - indie rock - 3/5 stella jang - hazardous materials - k-pop - 3/5 strange ranger - remembering the rockets - indie rock - 3/5 sumin - oo da da - k-pop -3.5/5 summer walker - clear - r&b - 3/5 sunflower bean - king of the dudes - indie rock - 3/5 sun june - younger - indie rock - 3/5 sun kil moon - i also want to die in new orleans - indie/folk - 2/5 suran - jumpin' - k-pop - 3/5 sweet dove - hope is the thing with feathers - post-rock - 3/5 swum & jinsang - blossoms - lo-fi hip-hop - 2.5/5 tacocat - this mess is a place - indie rock - 3.5/5 taichi mukai - 27 - j-pop - 2.5/5 tallsaint - hard love - electropop - 3/5 tash - volume 1 - r&b - 3/5 tatiana hazel - toxic - electropop - 3/5 taylor swift - lover - pop - 4/5 teen body - dreamo - dream pop - 4/5 teen daze - bioluminescence - electronic - 4/5 tegan and sara - hey, i'm just like you - indie pop - 3.5/5 tei shi - la linda - r&b - 3.5/5 telex telexs - yes i'm 25 and i'm single - pop - 2.5/5 templime - pureness - kawaii future bass - 3/5 tender - fear of falling asleep - indie pop - 3/5 tennyson - telescope ep - pop - 2/5 terror jr - unfortunately, terror jr - electropop - 4/5 thaiboy digital - legendary member - hip-hop - 2.5/5 theodora - letsnotcallitlove - r&b - 3/5 third eye blind - screamer - pop rock - 3/5 this is fantastic for you - tiffy - screamo - 3/5 tinashe - songs for you - r&b/hip-hop - 5/5 tinlicker - about you - edm/electropop - 3.5/5 tinlicker - this is not our universe - edm/electropop - 4/5 tiny ruins - olympic girls - indie rock - 3.5/5 tiptoe. - daydream - j-pop - 4/5 tiptoe. - timetrip - j-pop - 3.5/5 tobi lou - live on ice - hip-hop - 4/5 toro y moi - outer peace - electropop - 5/5 toro y moi - soul trash - electropop - 4/5 toro y moi - smartbeats - electropop - 3/5 trace - like hell ep - pop - 2.5/5 t-rextasy - prehysteria - indie rock - 3/5 tricot - リピート - math rock - 4/5 tsubame - the present - j-rock - 3/5 tsunami bomb - the spine that binds - pop punk - 3/5 turnover - altogether - indie rock - 3/5 tusks - avalanche - dream pop - 3/5 twice - fancy you - k-pop - 2.5/5 twice - feel special - k-pop - 3/5 twice - &twice - k-pop - 3.5/5 twinkids - lizard house - indie pop - 2/5 twin limb - in the warm light, as a ghost - shoegaze - 2.5/5 two door cinema club - false alarm - indie pop - 3.5/5 tycho - weather - electronic - 4.5/5 ukiyo – ukiyo mixtape, vol. 1 - lo-fi hip-hop - 2.5/5 umi - love language - r&b - 3/5 uno - バーチャルワールドが僕らの町にやってきた - kawaii future bass - 4/5 upset - upset - pop punk - 3.5/5 vacationer - wavelengths - electropop - 4/5 vagabon - vagabon - indie rock - 4/5 vampire weekend - father of the bride - indie rock - 4/5 vantage - j-funk city: vantage's edits collection - future funk - 3/5 varsity - the basement takes (2015-2016) - indie rock - 3/5 vel the wonder - la sena ave - hip-hop - 4/5 versing - 10000 - shoegaze - 3.5/5 vessence - further - electronic - 2/5 vetiver - up on high - indie/folk - 3.5/5 violet skies - i'll buy a house - electropop - 3/5 waax - big grief - indie rock - 3/5 wand - laughing matter - indie rock - 3/5 wataru sena - on a rainy day - post-rock - 3.5/5 water from your eyes - somebody else's song - indie rock - 4/5 wasuta - cat'ch the world - j-rock/j-pop - 2.5/5 waveform* - shooting star - indie rock - 3.5/5 wavvy frog - played out - kawaii future bass - 2.5/5 the well pennies - murmurations - indie/folk - 2.5/5 weyes blood - titanic rising - indie/folk - 4/5 whenyoung - reasons to dream - indie rock - 3/5 whimsical - bright smiles & broken hearts - shoegaze - 3/5 wildlife - take the light with you - shoegaze - 2/5 wild pink - 5 songs - indie rock - 3.5/5 winter - hazy - indie rock - 3/5 wisp x - loner - edm/kawai future bass - 5/5 witchduck - witchduck - indie rock - 2.5/5 wizard apprentice - dig a pit - electronic - 4/5 wjsn - for the summer - k-pop - 5/5 wjsn - wj stay? - k-pop - 3.5/5 wjsn - as you wish - k-pop - 3/5 wookie & blossom - figures ep - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5 wyl & wun two - lo-fi hip-hop - 3.5/5 xjk. - it's nothing personal - electronic - 3/5 xjk. - it's nothing personal - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5 yawners - just calm down - indie rock/pop punk - 3.5/5 yerin baek - our love is great - k-pop - 3.5/5 yeule - serotonin ii - electronic - 4/5 ymck - family circus - j-pop - 3.5/5 yohuna - mirroring - shoegaze - 3.5/5 yola - walk through fire - indie/folk - 4/5 yorushika - エルマ - j-rock - 4/5 yota - strangers on film - edm/electropop - 3/5 young mammals - lost in lima - indie rock - 4/5 young thug - so much fun - hip-hop - 4/5 your smith - wild wild woman - indie pop - 3.5/5 yui sakakibara - emotion - j-pop - 3.5/5 yukiyanagi - azure world - kawaii future bass - 4/5 yuma yamaguchi - 連続ドラマw「坂の途中の家」オリジナルサウンドトラック - instrumental - 3.5/5 yuna - rouge - r&b - 4/5 yung baby tate - girls - hip-hop - 3.5/5 yung bae - bae 5 - future funk - 3/5 yutaka hirasaka - day by day - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5 yutaka hirasaka - faraway, so close - post-rock - 3/5 yvette young - piano ep - math rock - 4/5 zilo - gorgeous - r&b - 4.5/5 サクラsakura-lee - little galaxy girl - future funk - 3/5 ハレトキドキ - サンシャイン・ラヴ - future funk - 3.5/5 ハレトキドキ - 追憶のネビュラ - future funk - 4/5 ペンギンラッシュ - 七情舞 - j-rock - 4/5 宇宙ネコ子 - 君のように生きれたら - j-rock/indie rock - 5/5 黒魔 (chroma) - 愛を喜ぶ街 - j-pop - 3/5 桜エビ~ず - octave - j-rock - 3/5 せだい - formula - j-rock 3.5/5

~~ ** compilations / various artists ** ~~

practical records - open source - electronic - 4/5 mirai chaya vol 0 - kawaii future bass - 4.5/5 mirai chaya vol 1- kawaii future bass - 4.5/5 mirai chaya vol 2 - kawaii future bass - 4.5/5 prhythmatic3 - house/edm/kawaii future bass/vocalid - 3.5/5 prhythmatic house 2 - house/edm/kawaii future bass/vocalid - 3.5/5 neonstride - edm/kawaii future bass/future funk - 3.5/5 virtuareal.00 - kawaii future bass - 3/5 spd gar 002 - kawaii future bass - 3.5/5 fugene 03  - edm/kawaii future bass - 3/5 ha[za]ard attack 4 - edm/kawaii future bass - 3/5 popover+teatime 5 - edm/kawaii future bass - 3/5 lilium x6 - edm/kawaii future bass - 4/5 j-neration toys 2 - edm/kawaii future bass - 4/5 fear and loathing in beats - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5 futures vol. 6 - lo-fi hip-hop - 3/5

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Russian aesthetics tag

Rule: bold which ever of these applies to your chosen character! Or which ever sounds/feels like your character!

Hi hi! I was tagged by the amazing @smudged-glasses-writing and I'm tagging @luciandra-writing @leave-her-a-tome @futurity-writing and @blephwrites (you don't have to do this if you don't want to, it's just for fun!) I'm going to be doing it with my oc Monarch!

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV: orthodox monasteries, deep woods, starry nights, the sound of paper being torn, dimly lit rooms, withered roses, an unfinished letter, piles of books, the sound of shattering glass, ticking of clocks in a silent house, heavy wooden furniture, the air before a storm, the smell of earth, a crowd of people dressed in black, distant murmurs, emptied streets, the fear of walking alone in dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT: coldness of the skin against a blade, slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands, a red stain blooming on white fabric, lonely steps in a corridor, the slow dripping of water, looking out of the window into the thickening darkness, a single dying candle on the table, listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats, too many stairs, the desire to be invisible, a subtle memory of kind words.

THE IDIOT: classical statues, wealth covered with dust, a dark house tainted with inherited madness, an unsettling feeling, long walks in a park, useless chatter, a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench, a melancholic face, an unexpected spring rain, the joy of reading one’s favorite book, the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around, looking at cloudless sky.

WAR AND PEACE: a glass of wine, the brightness of a crystal chandelier, white lace, a raging snowstorm, the sound of a door being gently closed, the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ballroom, indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light, closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing, the sweet smell of strawberries, a pair of gloves left on an armchair, light scent of powder.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA: the chaos of a lively city, ambient jazz in an expensive restaurant, jumping on a moving tram, the sight of Moscow from the roof of a house, yellow flowers in a vase, leaning out of the window, shelves stacked with books, a small tin box with old photographs, strange shapes in the night sky, laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony, colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN: a lonely mansion, reading a book in the parlour, faint piano melody lingering in falling silence, long evenings, passing seasons, discussing french novels of the moment, unspoken thoughts, leaning against the door frame, quickly averted glance, eating a peach absent-minded, bright mornings, footprints in snow, a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

FATHERS AND SONS: birch groves, morning mist, moss-covered stones near a moor, scientific books, white roses, cheap champagne, shabby pocket-watch, light-hearted irony, a maladroit cello sonata, freshly mowed grass, letting thoughts come & go, a slow yawn, picturesque plates & bowls filled with traditional dishes, drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO: a strange feeling of loss, writing poems in a diary, traveling by train, the hesitation before touching someone’s hand, the gaze of one lost in thought, the warmth of cinnamon, a scarf brightly embellished with flowers, a glass of water, a threadbare jacket, the tempting void, the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD: a lone chair in an empty room, falling blossoms,  old samovar, the unsettling need for change, a mirror reflecting full moon, the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance, a piano out of tune

[tracle0]

Rule: bold whatever applies to your chosen character.

Tagged by @timetravelingpigeon HI HELLO THANK YOU 

Character: oh heck time to get a random name picker up

Fuck 

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV: orthodox monasteries, deep woods, starry nights, the sound of paper being torn, dimly lit rooms, withered roses, an unfinished letter, piles of books, the sound of shattering glass, ticking of clocks in a silent house, heavy wooden furniture, the air before a storm, the smell of earth, a crowd of people dressed in black, distant murmurs, emptied streets, the fear of walking alone in dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT: coldness of the skin against a blade, slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands, a red stain blooming on white fabric, lonely steps in a corridor, the slow dripping of water, looking out of the window into the thickening darkness, a single dying candle on the table, listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats, too many stairs, the desire to be invisible, a subtle memory of kind words.

THE IDIOT: classical statues, wealth covered with dust, a dark house tainted with inherited madness, an unsettling feeling, long walks in a park, useless chatter, a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench, a melancholic face, an unexpected spring rain, the joy of reading one’s favorite book, the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around, looking at cloudless sky.

ANNA KARENINA: fields of crops, flowers brought from an early morning walk, the wind caressing a girl’s hair, a bowl of fruit, the smell of ripe pears, the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea, children’s laughter coming from the garden, soft sunlight & white curtains, the sensation of velvet against skin, pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor, a sudden silence in a room full of people.

WAR AND PEACE: a glass of wine, the brightness of a crystal chandelier, white lace, a raging snowstorm, the sound of a door being gently closed, the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ballroom, indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light, closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing, the sweet smell of strawberries, a pair of gloves left on an armchair, light scent of powder.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA: the chaos of a lively city, ambient jazz in an expensive restaurant, jumping on a moving tram, the sight of Moscow from the roof of a house, yellow flowers in a vase, leaning out of the window, shelves stacked with books, a small tin box with old photographs, strange shapes in the night sky, laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony, colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN: a lonely mansion, reading a book in the parlour, faint piano melody lingering in falling silence, long evenings, passing seasons, discussing french novels of the moment, unspoken thoughts, leaning against the door frame, quickly averted glance, eating a peach absent-minded, bright mornings, footprints in snow, a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

FATHERS AND SONS: birch groves, morning mist, moss-covered stones near a moor, scientific books, white roses, cheap champagne, shabby pocket-watch, light-hearted irony, a maladroit cello sonata, freshly mowed grass, letting thoughts come & go, a slow yawn, picturesque plates & bowls filled with traditional dishes, drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO: a strange feeling of loss, writing poems in a diary, traveling by train, the hesitation before touching someone’s hand, the gaze of one lost in thought, the warmth of cinnamon, a scarf brightly embellished with flowers, a glass of water, a threadbare jacket, the tempting void, the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD: a lone chair in an empty room, falling blossoms,  old samovar, the unsettling need for change, a mirror reflecting full moon, the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance, a piano out of tune

Conclusion: Andy is an edgy fool 

Tagging: @albatris (because hey why not add MORE tags to your pile of things to do?) uhhh @pens-swords-stuff @kaatiba and also um anyone else because I forget who to tag haha 

[futurity-writing]

Russian Aesthetics Tag Game

Russian aesthetics tag

Rule: bold whichever of these applies to your chosen character! Or whichever sounds/feels like your character!

Hi hi! I was tagged by @kayyros and I’m tagging @fantasy-studiies @watermelons-writings and @laurusalexandercrown (you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, feel free to ignore!) I’m going to be doing it with Pax! He’s from the Cirque du Mystères and is actually the owner of the circus! I haven’t posted much of him, but he’s really important to the story and I love him so much. Anyways, here we go...

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV: orthodox monasteries, deep woods, starry nights, the sound of paper being torn, dimly lit rooms, withered roses, an unfinished letter, piles of books, the sound of shattering glass, ticking of clocks in a silent house, heavy wooden furniture, the air before a storm, the smell of earth, a crowd of people dressed in black, distant murmurs, emptied streets, the fear of walking alone in dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT: coldness of the skin against a blade, slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands, a red stain blooming on white fabric, lonely steps in a corridor, the slow dripping of water, looking out of the window into the thickening darkness, a single dying candle on the table, listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats, too many stairs, the desire to be invisible, a subtle memory of kind words.

THE IDIOT: classical statues, wealth covered with dust, a dark house tainted with inherited madness, an unsettling feeling, long walks in a park, useless chatter, a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench, a melancholic face, an unexpected spring rain, the joy of reading one’s favorite book, the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around, looking at cloudless sky.

WAR AND PEACE: a glass of wine, the brightness of a crystal chandelier, white lace, a raging snowstorm, the sound of a door being gently closed, the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ballroom, indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light, closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing, the sweet smell of strawberries, a pair of gloves left on an armchair, light scent of powder.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA: the chaos of a lively city, ambient jazz in an expensive restaurant, jumping on a moving tram, the sight of Moscow from the roof of a house, yellow flowers in a vase, leaning out of the window, shelves stacked with books, a small tin box with old photographs, strange shapes in the night sky, laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony, colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN: a lonely mansion, reading a book in the parlour, faint piano melody lingering in falling silence, long evenings, passing seasons, discussing French novels of the moment, unspoken thoughts, leaning against the door frame, quickly averted glance, eating a peach absent-minded, bright mornings, footprints in snow, a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

FATHERS AND SONS: birch groves, morning mist, moss-covered stones near a moor, scientific books, white roses, cheap champagne, shabby pocket-watch, light-hearted irony, a maladroit cello sonata, freshly mowed grass, letting thoughts come & go, a slow yawn, picturesque plates & bowls filled with traditional dishes, drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO: a strange feeling of loss, writing poems in a diary, traveling by train, the hesitation before touching someone’s hand, the gaze of one lost in thought, the warmth of cinnamon, a scarf brightly embellished with flowers, a glass of water, a threadbare jacket, the tempting void, the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD: a lone chair in an empty room, falling blossoms,  old samovar, the unsettling need for change, a mirror reflecting full moon, the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance, a piano out of tune.

[idontkillorphans]

russian classics aesthetic | Sleipnir (as his human 38 years old self)

Repost, don’t reblog

Bold whatever applies to your muse

Brothers Karamazov: orthodox monasteries, deep woods, starry nights, the sound of paper being torn, dimly lit rooms, withered roses, an unfinished letter, piles of books, the sound of shattering glass, ticking of clocks in a silent house, heavy wooden furniture, the air before a storm, the smell of earth, a crowd of people dressed in black, distant murmurs, emptied streets, the fear of walking alone in dusk

Crime and Punishment: coldness of the skin against a blade, slender pale fingers and slightly shaking hands, a red stain blooming on white fabric, lonely steps in a corridor, the slow dripping of water, looking out of the window into the thickening darkness, a single dying candle on the table, listening to one’s breath and counting heartbeats, too many stairs, the desire to be invisible, a subtle memory of kind word

The Idiot: classical statues, wealth covered with dust, a dark house tainted with inherited madness, an unsettling feeling, long walks in a park, useless chatter, a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench, a melancholic face, an unexpected spring rain, the joy of reading one’s favorite book, the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around, looking at cloudless sky  

Anna Karenina: fields of crops, flowers brought from an early morning walk, the wind caressing a girl’s hair, a bowl of fruit, the smell of ripe pears, the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea, children’s laughter coming from the garden, soft sunlight and white curtains, the sensation of velvet against skin, pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor, a sudden silence in a room full of people

War and Peace: a glass of wine, the brightness of  a crystal chandelier, white lace, a raging snow storm, the sound of a door being gently closed, the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room, indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light, the sound of a saber being drawn, closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing, the sweet smell of strawberries, a pair of gloves left on an armchair, light scent of powder

The Master and Margarita: the chaos of a lively city, ambient jazz in expensive restaurants, jumping on a moving tram, the sight of Moscow from the roof of a house, yellow flowers in a vase, leaning out of the window, shelves stacked with books, a small tin box with old photographs, strange shapes in the night sky, laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony, colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind

Eugene Onegin: a lonely mansion, reading a book in the parlor, faint piano melody lingering in falling silence, long evenings, passing seasons, discussing french novels of the moment, unspoken thoughts, leaning against the door frame, quickly averted glance, eating a peach absent-minded, bright mornings, footprints in snow, a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby  

A Hero of Our Time: byronic boredom, getting up late in the afternoon, the hidden unspeakable sadness of existence, shakespeare’s tragedy opened next to untouched breakfast, cigarette smoke, polished boots, walking with one’s coat wide open letting the night chill break through to the bone, carved wooden chair, fading warmth of the ashes late in the evening, the thought of farewell  

Fathers and Sons: birch groves, morning mist, moss covered stones near a  moor, scientific books, white roses, cheap champagne, shabby pocket-watch, light-hearted irony, a maladroit cello sonata, freshly mowed grass, leaving thoughts come and go, a slow yawn, picturesque plates and bowls filled with traditional dishes, drinking tea on the porch, longing for the future

Doctor Zhivago: a strange feeling of loss, writing poems in a diary, traveling by train, the hesitation before touching someone’s hand, the gaze of one lost in thought, the warmth of cinnamon, a scarf brightly embellished with flowers, a glass of water, two people listening each on the other side of the door, a threadbare jacket, the tempting void, the evanescent serenity of yesterday  

Dead Souls: horses in a merry gallop, delicious smells mingled, grotesque and bizarre tragedy, luxurious attire cheap soul, masks, a perfumed love letter, the triumph of sarcasm, an unattached wheel rolling down a dusty road, the atmosphere of commedia dell’ arte, puzzling speeches, a baffling caricature drawn on a handkerchief  

Cherry Orchard: a lone chair in an empty room, falling blossoms, old samovar, the unsettling need for change, a mirror reflecting full moon, the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance, a piano out of tune    

tagged by @afleetingimpressixn

@finalstray @lokibannerpool @dxspereaux @ohnosmallknives @paranormalpatrol 

[rainy-rose]

Russian Aesthetic Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @aslanwrites thankiesss.

rule: bold whatever applies to your chosen character.

Last time I did this for Elise. Now I’m taking Takeru by the hand cause I have some scenes from his perspective coming up, sooo.

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV: orthodox monasteries, deep woods, starry nights,  the sound of paper being torn, dimly lit rooms, withered roses, an unfinished letter, piles of books, the sound of shattering glass, ticking of clocks in a silent house, heavy wooden furniture, the air before a storm, the smell of earth,  a crowd of people dressed in black, distant murmurs,  emptied streets, the fear of walking alone in dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT: coldness of the skin against a blade, slender pale fingers  &  slightly shaking hands, a red stain blooming on white fabric, lonely steps in a corridor, the slow dripping of water, looking out of the window into the thickening darkness, a single dying candle on the table, listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats,  too many stairs, the desire to be invisible, a subtle memory of kind words.

THE IDIOT: classical statues, wealth covered with dust, a dark house tainted with inherited madness, an unsettling feeling, long walks in a park, useless chatter, a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench, a melancholic face, an unexpected spring rain, the joy of reading one’s favorite book, the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around, looking at cloudless sky.

ANNA KARENINA: fields of crops,  flowers brought from an early morning walk, the wind caressing a girl’s hair,  a bowl of fruit,  the smell of ripe pears, the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea, children’s laughter coming from the garden, soft sunlight & white curtains, the sensation of velvet against skin, pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor, a sudden silence in a room full of people.

WAR AND PEACE: a glass of wine, the brightness of  a crystal chandelier, white lace, a raging snowstorm, the sound of a door being gently closed,  the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ballroom, indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light, closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing,  the sweet smell of strawberries, a pair of gloves left on an armchair,  light scent of powder.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA: the chaos of a lively city, ambient jazz in an expensive restaurants, jumping on a moving tram, the sight of Moscow from the roof of a house, yellow flowers in a vase, leaning out of the window, shelves stacked with books, a small tin box with old photographs, strange shapes in the night sky, laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony, colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN:  a lonely mansion, reading a book in the parlour, faint piano melody lingering in falling silence, long evenings,  passing seasons,  discussing french novels of the moment, unspoken thoughts, leaning against the door frame,  quickly averted glance, eating a peach absent-minded, bright mornings, footprints in snow, a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

FATHERS AND SONS: birch groves, morning mist,  moss-covered stones near a moor, scientific books, white roses,  cheap champagne,  shabby pocket-watch, light-hearted irony,  a maladroit cello sonata, freshly mowed grass, letting thoughts come & go, a slow yawn,  picturesque plates & bowls filled with traditional dishes, drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO: a strange feeling of loss, writing poems in a diary,  traveling by train, the hesitation before touching someone’s hand, the gaze of one lost in thought,  the warmth of cinnamon,  a scarf brightly embellished with flowers, a glass of water, a threadbare jacket, the tempting void, the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD:  a lone chair in an empty room, falling blossoms,  old samovar, the unsettling need for change, a mirror reflecting full moon, the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance, a piano out of tune

Tagging: @multimousenette @zburatorii @concerningwolves

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Trama:

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Intro: Remeber Us

Prólogo: Hoping to Reach You

Eventos:

 • Yooha:

Yooha’s First B-Day Party

Valentine’s Day & Young Love: Romantic Walk to School

San Valentín: Night Champagne & Chocolate AuLait

Surrounded by Raspberries

Picnic 2020: Our Time on the Golden Beach

Picnic 2021: You Make Me Breathe

X-MAS 2019: Before Christmas End 

The Best Couple at a College Festival

His First Wish on a Bright Autumn Night

Halloween 2020: I’ve Always Waited For You

Remember This Moment -DJ Festival-

Halloween 2021, On the Night of Shining Red Eyes: Waltz of Choices

You Are My Fantasy

2020: On A Starry Night

Romance Between You and I

One and Only B-Day Gift

 • Taehee:

The True Star of the Hour

The Special Kiss Day Show!

Sharing the Night Together

Picnic 2020: What Happened on a Yatch

Picnic 2021: Touching the Blue Sky

X-MAS 2019: A Christmas Home Party?

Halloween 2020: Thanks to You, I Look Forward to Tomorrow

Halloween 2021, On the Night of Crimson Full Moon: Dangerous Invitation

A Night full of Snow and Stars

2020: Camping With You on a Camelia-blooming Winter

Valentine’s Day & Young Love 2021: High School Valentine

 • Biho:

Snap, I Got You / Magical Camera

Picnic 2020: My Midsummer Night Tonight!

Picnic 2021: Love Song on the Beach

X-MAS 2019: Make Your Christmas Wish

Shall we get out of here? Just you and me

Halloween 2020: My Another Half... Actually, You Are My Everything

Halloween 2021, On the Night of Crimson Full Moon: The Secret of Jewels

Autumn ‘Tis the Season of Reading

Communing at 36.5℃

Fairytale-like Christmas made with a Music Box

Valentine’s Day & Young Love 2021: Engagement on Valentine’s

On Our Way to Spring

 • Hansol:

Just the Two of Us in the Folk Villge

The Sky Sparkles as Bright as You on the Night of the Fireworks

Celebration on a Midsummer Night

Picnic 2020: A Sweet Summer Night

Birthday, A Special Day You Can’t Miss

Picnic 2021: On Our Third Time

X-MAS 2019: If It Snow on Christmas

Halloween 2020: I Want to Be With You at the Moment of Happiness

Running in Autumn Shower - Maple Horseback-riding

Halloween 2021, On the Night of Shining Red Eyes: The End of Solitude

2021: First Time Skiing With the Band!

Valentine’s Day & Young Love 2021: A Good Day to Confess

Springtime Treehouse

• Mix:

New Encounter / Puppy Care (Taehee / Biho)

Mate Event: Are We Friends Starting Today? (Biho / Yooha)

The Ground Hardens After the Rain (Yooha / Hansol)

Mission: Protect You! (Yooha / Biho)

Once Upon a Time (Taehee/Hansol)

Otros:

• Wannabe:

PRÓXIMAMENTE

• Mensajes:

PRÓXIMAMENTE

• Llamadas:

PRÓXIMAMENTE

• Diary:

 ◦ Yooha:

 ◦ Taehee:

 ◦ Biho:

 ◦ Hansol:

2 Year Anniversary Live

• Cita:

 ◦ Yooha:

Birthday Fest For You

 ◦ Taehee:

 ◦ Biho:

 ◦ Hansol:

• His Story:

PRÓXIMAMENTE

• Work Story:

PRÓXIMAMENTE

• Dear Voice:

PRÓXIMAMENTE

• WLIVE:

PRÓXIMAMENTE

• Dream Garden:

PRÓXIMAMENTE

[wishmachines]

sorted alphabetically by first name dates are when I began and finished reading

currently reading Arkady Martine, A Memory Called Empire [28.12.2020 —] Marlon James, Black Leopard, Red Wolf [28.12.2020 —]

on pause

Andri Snær Magnason, LoveStar Becky Chambers, The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet Italo Calvino, The Castle of Crossed Destinies, translated by William Weaver Michel Faber, The Book of Strange New Things

finished

Angélica Gorodischer, Kalpa Imperial, translated by Ursula K. Le Guin [18 — 26.12.20] Arkady and Boris Strugatsky, Roadside Picnic, translated by Olena Bormashenko Asja Bakić, Mars: Stories, translated by Jennifer Zoble [11 — 1.12.20] Cormac McCarthy, The Road [26 — 29.12.2020] Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities, translated by William Weaver [20.11.20 — 9.12.20] Italo Calvino, The Nonexistent Knight, translated by Achiblad Colquhoun Jeanette Winterson, The Stone Gods Lidia Yuknavitch, The Book of Joan [4.12.20] Lord Dunsany, The Book of Wonder [14.11.20] Marie Darrieussecq, Our Life in the Forest, translated by Penny Hueston [28.12.2020] Rodrigo Fresán, The Bottom of the Sky, translated by Will Vanderhyden [20 — 23.12.20] Stanisław Lem, Solaris, translated by Bill Johnston [21 — 24.11.20] Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed [24 — 26.11.20]

to read

Alejandro Jodorowski Aleksandar Tesic, Kosingas: The Order of the Dragon Alex Dally MacFarlane, Feed Me the Bones of Our Saints Andrus Kivirähk, The Man Who Spoke Snakish *Angélica Gorodischer, Trafalgar Anjali Sachdeva, All the Names They Used For God Anna Kavan, Ice Annalee Newitz, Autonomous Annalee Newitz, The Future of Another Timeline Arkady and Boris Strugatsky, Hard To Be A God Arkady and Boris Strugatsky, Noon: 22nd Century A.S. Byatt, The Djinn in the Nightingale’s Eye Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few Berit Ellingsen, Not Dark Yet Beth Plutchak, Liminal Spaces Carmen Boullosa, Heavens on Earth Carol Emshwiller, Carmen Dog Carolyn Ives Gilman, Dark Orbit Catherynne M. Valente, Six-Gun Snow White Catherynne M. Valente, Space Opera Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making Catherynne M. Valente, The Habitation of the Blessed Charles Yu, How To live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe Charlie Jane Anders, All the Birds in the Sky Charlie Jane Anders, The City in the Middle of the Night Christina M. Rau, Liberating he Astronauts Cixin Lui, The Three-Body Problem Dan Simmons, The Hyperion Cantos Daniel Kehlmann, Tyll Daniel Mallory Ortberg, The Merry Spinster Eleanor Arnason, Hwarhath Stories: Transgressive Tales by Aliens Ellen Kushner, Riverside Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven Guido Morselli, Dissipatio H.G.: The Vanishing Herbert Rosendorfer, The Architect of Ruins, translated by Mike Mitchell *Iain M. Banks, Consider Phlebas Ian McDonald, Luna: Wolf Moon Isaac Asimov, Foundation James Blish, Cities in Flight Jan Morris, Hav *Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation Jeff VanderMeer, Authority Jeff VanderMeer, Acceptance Jeff VanderMeer, The Compass of His Bones and Other Stories Johanna Sinisalo, Troll: A Love Story Joe Haldeman, The Forever War John Conolly, The Book of Lost Things John Keene, Counternarratives Kameron Hurley, The Stars Are Legion 
*Kazuo Ishiguro, The Buried Giant Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go Leigh Brackett, The Big Jump Linda Nagata, Vast Lois McMaster Bujold, Shards of Honor *Lola Robles, Monteverde: Memoirs of an Interstellar Linguist, translated by Lawrence Schimel L. Timmel Duchamp, Love’s Body, Dancing in Time L. Timmel Duchamp, Alanya to Alanya Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake Marlen Haushofer, The Wall Mervyn Peake, Gormenghast Olga Tokarczuk, Primeval and Other Times Olga Tokarczuk, House of Day, House of Night *Patricia A. McKillip, In the Forests of Serre Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn Samuel R. Delaney, Nova Samuel R. Delany, Babel-17 Samuel R. Delaney, Return to Nevèrÿon Samuel R. Delany, They Fly At Ciron Sergey & Maria Dyachenko, The Scar Sergey & Maria Dyachenko, Vita Nostra Seth Dickinson, The Monster Baru Cormorant Seth Dickinson, The Traitor Baru Cormorant Seth Dickinson, The Tyrant Baru Cormorant Sjón, Codex 1962 Sofia Samatar, The Winged Histories
 Stanisław Lem, His Master’s Voice Stanisław Lem, Return from the Stars Stanisław Lem, The Cyberiad Stanisław Lem, The Star Diaries Tanith Lee, Space Is Just a Starry Night Tatyana Tolstaya, The Slynx Vladimir Sorokin, The Ice Triology Vonda N. McIntyre, Dreamsnake Yoss, Condomnauts, translated by David Frye Yoss, Red Dust, translated by David Frye Zoran Zivkovic, The Library

**

Anja Sachdeva, All the Names They Used For God Anna Kavan, Machines in the Head: Selected Stories
 Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams Diana Wynne Jones, Believing is Seeing Emma Donoghue, Kissing the Witch Italo Calvino, The Complete Cosmicomics John Ajvide Lindquist, Let The Old Dream Die and Other Stories *Kanishk Tharoor, Swimmer Among the Stars Karen Russell, Saint Lucy’s Home For Girls Raised by Wolves Karin Tidbeck, Jagannath: Stories Kelly Link, Monstrous Affections Kelly Link, Stranger Things Happen Leena Krohn, Collected Fiction (translated by various) Leigh Brackett, Sea-Kings of Mars Peg Alford Pursell, A Girl Goes Into the Forest Tatyana Tolstaya, Aetherial Worlds
 Ted Chiang, Exhalation Ted Chiang, Stories of Your Life and Others

** Desirina Boskovich (editor), It Came from the North: An Anthology of Finnish Speculative Fiction Eugenio Lisboa and Helder Macedo (editors), The Dedalus Book of Portguese Fantasy Eric Dickens (editor), The Dedalus Book of Flemish Fantasy Johanna Sinisalo (editor), The Dedalus Book of Finnish Fantasy Margaret Jull Costa and Annella McDermott (editors), The Dedalus Book of Spanish Fantasy Mike Mitchell (editor), The Dedalus Book of Austrian Fantasy: 1890-2000 David Connolly (editor), The Dedalus Book of Greek Fantasy Richard Huijing (editor), The Dedalus Book of Dutch Fantasy Yvonne Howell (editor), Red Star Tales: A Century of Russian and Soviet Science Fiction