#the lighting is so dreamlike :D

[massivementalitynut]

My Late Night Delight Comm of Markus Thorn from @blue-berry-88

[my-religion-greek-myth]

Freedom far away -E

There were only 6 dot points for this... didn't expect to put so much story between the points. Never liked slow burn but why am I doing this for my satisfaction of course how to untangle this and where this is going...

Part A | Part B | Part C&D |

Fem Reader X Agatha X Rio

You stood frozen, your gaze flitting between the surreal surroundings and the two women who seemed at ease. Everything around you shimmered with an almost dreamlike quality—the sparkling water, the vibrant lotus blooms, the golden light that poured in from nowhere. It was nothing like the world you had left behind.

Your attention snapped back to the gate. Beyond it, the rain still fell steadily, soaking the ground you had just walked upon. It was as though the storm outside and the serene beauty within existed in two entirely separate realms.

Tentatively, you reached out, your fingers brushing the edge of the gate. You saw your hand clearly, the same as ever, as it crossed the gate back into the rainy day. A cool drop of water slid down your skin, the chill startling against the warmth of the air inside.

What is this? Some kind of supernatural power?

You froze at the thought. You had heard stories of such things as a child—fables about spirits, curses, and the unexplained forces of nature. People spoke of them in hushed tones, weaving tales of mysterious happenings that could not be attributed to the mundane. Superstitions, they had called them, warning children to heed the unseen and never speak to shamans.

But they were just stories, you thought.

You had never seen anything like this in real life or heard of anyone around you experiencing such things firsthand. The world you knew was ruled by reason, by the unshakable patterns of daily life. Yet here you stood, feeling the rain on one side of your hand and warmth on the other, a barrier dividing two impossibilities.

Your heart raced as you drew your hand back, staring at the glistening raindrop trailing down your palm. The contrast was impossible to reconcile.

Behind you, merry laughter rang out, drawing your focus.

"You look like a child who has just seen magic for the first time," Rio teased, her high-pitched laughter bright and unrestrained. She leaned casually against a stone pillar, her soaked robes now beginning to dry under the strange warmth of the space.

"Magic?" you repeated, your voice faltering with a mixture of curiosity and unfamiliarity. You had never heard such a word, and it felt strange on your tongue.

Rio tilted her head, her smile widening as though she were enjoying your wonder. "Yes, magic," she said simply. "Call it what you will—supernatural power, a miracle—but I prefer magic. It has a nice, clean ring, don’t you think?"

"Do not overwhelm her, Rio," Agatha interrupted her tone somewhere between mockery and amusement. She stepped closer, her eyes studying you intently. "Magic is not some whimsical trick. It is power—raw, unpredictable, and utterly unforgiving." Her smile turned predatory, and for the briefest second, her shining blue eyes flashed purple. The strange hue vanished so quickly that you wondered if you had truly seen it.

You could almost feel the unspoken words in Agatha’s expression: And I love it.

Rio clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't frighten her, Agatha. Let her enjoy the marvel of it for now." She turned back to you, her gaze softening but still sharp. "It's rare to see someone so curious. Most people either fear it and run away screaming or refuse to acknowledge it exists. But you…" She trailed off, her gaze sharpening further.

You hesitated, unsure whether to question further, but the words spilled out anyway. "If this is magic," you began carefully, tasting the new word tentatively, "then… what about the ability to command animals? Is that magic too?"

Both women stilled, their expressions shifting subtly, though it was hard to tell if it was a surprise, interest, or something deeper.

"You can command animals?" Agatha asked, her voice soft yet laced with curiosity. You hesitated, feeling the weight of her words. Her gaze was intense, piercing, as though she could see straight into the depths of your soul. Something in her eyes—an emotion you could not place—made your chest tighten.

You nodded hesitantly. "I have always been able to… calm them, make them listen to me. Birds come to me without fear; even the most restless horse will quiet when I speak to it. It is not much," you added quickly, "but it feels… different. None of my siblings can do it. No one I know can."

Rio’s gaze turned calculating, though her smile remained. "How fascinating," she murmured. "Perhaps you are more familiar with magic than you thought."

Agatha’s lips curved into a slow smile, though her eyes remained unreadable. "Magic takes many forms, doll," she said. "Perhaps yours is simply more subtle than what you see here."

The thought left you both unsettled and intrigued. You opened your mouth to ask more, but Agatha stepped forward, positioning herself directly before you, blocking your view of Rio. As you looked up at her, the purple flecks in her blue eyes seemed to glow faintly beneath the shadows, captivating and unnerving all at once.

Her hand brushed your cheek with a gentleness that felt at odds with the intensity of her gaze.

"It's not something you need to worry about now," she said smoothly, her tone like silk. "For now, let us move along. There is much to discuss."

"Are we?" Rio’s voice came from behind you, light and playful, her question more rhetorical than genuine.

Agatha only smiled, turning her head slightly to meet Rio’s gaze. Their exchange was silent yet filled with understanding, as though they spoke in a language beyond words. The ease of their closeness stirred something within you—a strange pang in your chest, sharp and entirely unexpected.

Rio hummed softly, breaking the moment. As she turned, she cast you one last glance over her shoulder, her smile brimming with intrigue.

"I do hope you plan to share more of your fascinating talents, Lady F/N. I am ever so curious."

Agatha directed you toward a house in the surreal landscape's centre. From a distance, it appeared as though the house floated weightlessly atop the lake’s glassy surface. At first, you hesitated, your heart tightening at the thought of swimming to reach it. There was no visible road or bridge, only the water stretching endlessly between you and the house. Beneath the surface, colourful fish darted gracefully in the crystal-clear depths, their scales shimmering like jewels.

Sensing your hesitation, Agatha reached out wordlessly, her cool fingers curling around your arm. She gently pulled you forward, her touch sending a jolt through your body. Before you could resist or gather your thoughts, she linked her arm with yours, her warmth pressing against your side. Your breath hitched, and heat surged to your face.

You had never been this close to anyone before—not like this. The sensation of her skin brushing against yours, the faint pressure of her chest near your arm, was overwhelming. You were certain Agatha could feel the heat radiating from your flushed face as much as you felt it burning beneath your skin.

Your embarrassment began to fade the moment you stepped onto the water. To your astonishment, it felt solid beneath your feet, as though you were walking along a paved road. Each step sent ripples cascading outward, large concentric waves that spread across the surface. The effect was mesmerising, and you stared in awe as you moved forward.

As you walked—closer to the house, closer to Agatha—you became absorbed in the moment. The surreal beauty of the water beneath you and the unspoken connection between you and her made the journey feel like a fleeting dream. Before you realised it, you were standing in front of the house.

The double doors swung open smoothly, revealing Rio standing inside. With an effortless flourish, she pushed both doors wide, a welcoming smile playing on her lips. Agatha released your arm without a word and strode inside, leaving you momentarily unsure what to do.

Rio turned her attention to you, her hand extended, an unmistakable glint of mischief in her eyes. You hesitated, unsure if she intended to help you step inside, but as your hand met hers, Rio’s lips brushed against your skin in a featherlight touch, the gesture both intimate and refined.

Your pulse quickened, heat rising within you at the unexpected intimacy. You tried to steady yourself, but the moment lingered, leaving your thoughts scattered.

Rio’s lips curved into a sly smile as she straightened. "You react so beautifully, pretty lady," she murmured, her voice rich with amusement.

---RAR---

The room inside was unlike anything you had seen before. The walls were intricately adorned with carvings that seemed to shift and ripple when viewed from the corner of your eye. The air felt lighter here, almost alive, as though it responded to the presence of its occupants.

Rio gestured for you to sit, her ever-present smirk softening into something unreadable. Agatha, as always, seemed more restrained, taking a seat nearby. Without hesitation, she crossed her legs with a fluid motion, the edge of her dress shifting slightly to reveal the curve of her ankle and a glimpse of her calf.

You froze, your breath catching as your eyes darted away. The sight startled you—not because it was improper by her standards, but by yours. Women of noble households carried themselves with rigid modesty, their dresses layered to ensure every movement was deliberate and composed. Agatha’s casual display of her leg felt almost brazen, even defiant, and you could not stop the rush of warmth creeping into your face.

Agatha noticed. A soft laugh escaped her lips, low and amused. "Oh, doll," she said, leaning slightly toward you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Have you never seen a leg before? Or is it just mine that has you so flustered?"

You tried to compose yourself, straightening your posture and avoiding her gaze. "It is… improper," you murmured, though the words felt feeble even as you spoke them.

Agatha laughed again, the sound rich with amusement, a melody of provocation and charm. "Improper, is it? How quaint." She shifted her leg slightly, the movement deliberate, her dress parting just enough to reveal a glimpse of pale skin. The corner of her mouth lifted into a playful smirk, her sharp blue eyes glinting with mischief.

Your mouth suddenly became dry, a tight knot forming in your stomach. You looked away, trying to focus on anything else, but the weight of her gaze was impossible to ignore.

Rio chuckled softly from her seat, her dark eyes moving languidly between the two of you. "Agatha, don't start before we even begin," she said, her voice carrying a note of amusement that betrayed her own entertainment.

Agatha tilted her head, her smirk widening. "Oh, come now, Rio. It’s harmless fun." Her gaze flicked back to you, lingering just long enough to make your heart race. "Isn’t it, doll?"

Rio leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, her expression sly. "Harmless for you, perhaps. But our lady looks about ready to faint."

Your cheeks burned at Rio’s comment, and you shot her a sharp glare, though it lacked any real heat. "I��m perfectly fine," you muttered, though your trembling hands betrayed you.

"Perfectly fine," Agatha echoed, her voice low and teasing. She leaned back lazily, crossing her arms over her chest. "How admirable."

The tension between the three of you crackled like a fire-catching dry wood, the air thick with unspoken words and lingering stares. Rio’s laughter broke the moment, light and melodic.

"Perhaps we should actually begin," she said, gesturing with a flourish. "Before our dear Lady F/N loses her composure entirely."

Agatha’s lips curved into a wicked smile, but she said nothing, her eyes still fixed on you as though she could see straight through your defences.

"So," Rio continued, breaking the lingering tension, "you have a rather… unique talent, pretty lady. Taming animals, was it?"

You hesitated, suddenly regretting your earlier admission. "I do not think it is a talent," you said cautiously. "It is simply something I have always done. Birds come to me without fear, and restless animals grow calm when I speak to them. It is not extraordinary."

Agatha chuckled softly again, though this time it was less playful. "You underestimate yourself, doll." Her gaze remained fixed on you, piercing and unreadable. "Extraordinary things often appear ordinary to those who possess them."

Rio leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand, her green robe shifting to reveal a pale wrist adorned with a golden bracelet. Dangling from it were two ornaments: one shaped like a human skull and the other resembling a deer’s. The combination struck you as both unsettling and oddly captivating.

"Tell me," Rio said smoothly, "do they obey you? Follow your commands, even without training?"

You nodded hesitantly. "Sometimes. I do not force them if that is what you mean. It feels more like… an understanding."

"An understanding," Rio echoed, her smile widening. "How fascinating. And here you thought it was ordinary."

There was a weight to her words, something that made your chest tighten. It felt as though she were speaking about more than just animals.

Agatha’s gaze darkened slightly, her blue eyes seeming to catch the faint purple glow you had seen earlier. "Do you know how rare that is?" she asked. Her voice was soft, but it carried an intensity that left you momentarily breathless. "Most people spend years training animals to obey even the simplest commands. And yet you do it without effort."

"It is nothing," you replied quickly, looking away. Their attention made you feel as though you were being inspected and measured. "It is not as though I can summon them at will."

Agatha tilted her head, her lips curving into a slow smile. "Not yet."

You frowned, unease prickling at the back of your mind. "What do you mean, 'not yet'?"

Rio’s laughter broke the tension, light and melodic. "Oh, Agatha, do not frighten her with your ominous musings. Our pretty lady here has barely begun to understand herself. Let her take her time." She turned to you, her expression softening into something gentler but less intense. "But you must admit, my lady, you feel it, do you not? That you are different?"

"I…" You hesitated, unsure of how to respond. The truth was, you had always felt different, even as a child. But hearing it spoken aloud felt invasive, like a secret you had not meant to share. Your parents had warned you never to speak of it; their voices tinged with unease and fear whenever you calmed an animal.

Agatha leaned back in her chair. "We knew the moment we saw you," she said, her voice quieter now, almost reflective. "You are not like the others."

The statement made your stomach flip. "What do you mean?"

Rio grinned, but it lacked her usual playfulness. "What she means, my lady, is that you belong in a world far greater than you know. Whether you realise it or not, you were always meant to stand apart."

The words unsettled you, not because they felt untrue, but because deep down, some part of you already knew them to be right.

A boldness stirred within you as though their presence gave you permission to push back—or perhaps you wanted to prove them wrong.

"I have always stood apart," you retorted. It wasn't your nature to boast, but something about their piercing gazes made humility feel like submission. They were clawing at your very sense of self, and you refused to let them win. "People look up to me—not because of this 'magic,' as you call it, but for my knowledge and manners among the nobles. I stand out because I am refined, and there are always talks about me marrying into the royal house."

Agatha grinned like a cat watching its prey. "Oh, there are certainly talks," she purred. "But people also speak of your ‘calming nature’ with animals." She tapped her lips thoughtfully, her gaze gleaming with amusement. "You are quite famous among the nobles. I will give you that."

"You spoke to other households," you stated firmly, your voice steadier than you felt. "Just as you did to my grandfather." You held Rio’s gaze, refusing to falter.

Her warm brown eyes vanished for a fleeting moment, replaced by an obsidian black that seemed to pull you into a void. It wasn’t just unsettling but captivating, like staring into something ancient and unyielding. The sight froze you in place, your chest tightening under its oppressive weight.

"Ohh, a change of topic," Rio cackled, her laughter sharp, almost unhinged—completely unlike the teasing tone she carried previously. But beneath her theatrical amusement, there was a flicker of something else, something deeper. "I’ll play along, pretty lady."

Agatha tilted her head, her sharp eyes narrowing at Rio, though the corner of her mouth lifted into a sly smirk. You could see it—the way Agatha’s gaze softened ever so slightly when it lingered on Rio, the briefest shift in her expression.

Rio reached out and took Agatha’s hand, pressing it against her cheek with exaggerated flair. She gripped it tightly, her fingers curling possessively around Agatha’s. "Our graceful lady here was eavesdropping on my conversation with her grandfather," Rio announced, her voice dripping with theatrical flair.

Your ears burned with embarrassment, the accusation striking too close to the truth. But your eyes drifted to where Rio’s hand lingered on Agatha’s, the ease of their closeness stirring something you could not name.

Rio’s lips curled into a sly grin as she continued, her free hand dramatically pressing against her chest. "I told her to come to the well so I could explain everything to her. And now—" she cast an exaggerated glance at Agatha, her tone mockingly wounded, "—she suspects me of harming her family! Agatha, I’ve been nothing but good, haven’t I? But it seems our dear lady doesn’t trust me."

You stared at Rio, dumbfounded by her audacity. Her words flowed like a river, each one theatrical and laden with mock indignation, yet you could not tear your gaze away.

Agatha brushed her fingers lightly against Rio’s cheek, her gaze flickering between the two of you. Her smile grew sharper as her eyes glinted with wicked amusement. "Oh, she doesn’t trust you? How tragic." Her tone was light, but it cut like a blade. "Although… I can’t blame her. You do have a habit of making yourself look guilty."

"Agatha," Rio drawled, grinning widely, "if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying this."

"Me?" Agatha leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. "Never." Her eyes flicked to you, her smile widening as if savouring your discomfort. Yet, there was a flicker of something else in her gaze—curiosity, yes, but also warmth, like embers waiting to ignite. "But you’re right—our lady’s suspicious little face is quite… entertaining."

You stiffened, your pride prickling at their mockery. "I only want to know the truth," you said, your voice faltering under the weight of their combined stares.

Rio laughed softly, releasing Agatha’s hand and leaning closer to you. "The truth," she said, soft but brimming with danger, "is a slippery thing, my lady. Are you sure you can handle it?"

Agatha’s rich laughter followed. "But, my love," she called Rio, the words slipping from her lips with an intimacy that made you forget to breathe for a moment, "I don’t think the truth is too hurtful. You heard her admit it herself—she stands out."

Rio tilted her head, her obsidian eyes glinting with amusement as a satisfied grin spread across her face. "Ah, yes," she purred, her gaze flicking to you. "Our noble lady, destined to shine among the rest."

You stiffened under their attention, your earlier defiance wavering. Agatha’s words rang in your ears, unsettling you in ways you could not fully explain. The affection she directed toward Rio only added to the tension, yet the strange, measured way she regarded you made your chest tighten.

"I only admitted what is already true," you said, your voice firmer now, though it trembled at the edges. "But that does not mean I am blind to deception."

Agatha tilted her head, her sharp smile softening into something almost playful. "Deception, doll?" she murmured, her voice low but teasing. "You sound as though you think we’re plotting against you."

"Are you not?" you shot back, surprising even yourself with the boldness of your tone.

Rio chuckled softly, stepping closer to you, her presence as overwhelming as ever. "Oh, she’s sharp," Rio said, her voice dripping with approval. "But suspicion has its limits, pretty lady. Would you truly have followed me here if you thought I meant harm?"

You hesitated, your lips parting to respond, but the words caught in your throat. Rio’s gaze bore into you, heavy and expectant, and it felt as though the room itself had stilled.

"Enough, Rio," Agatha interjected smoothly, though her tone lacked its usual sharpness. She stepped forward, placing a hand on Rio’s shoulder to ease her back. The movement was casual, but their exchanged glances spoke volumes—silent affection tempered by something deeper.

Rio relented with a soft hum, retreating a step but not before casting a sly smile. "She’s all yours, Agatha. For now."

Agatha rolled her eyes but did not deny the comment. Her attention shifted to you, her gaze softening into something quieter, though no less intense. "Let me ask you something, doll," she began, her voice deceptively light. "This pull you feel—the one that makes you come back to us—do you truly not know what it means?"

The question struck you like a blow, sharp and unavoidable, cutting through the carefully constructed walls of your thoughts. It was the question you had been avoiding, the one that lingered in the quiet moments of the last few days, taunting you with its lack of resolution. Your pulse quickened, a telltale rhythm of unease, as your mind scrambled for a denial—a defence—but none came.

"I…" you began, your voice faltering. "I do not know what you mean."

Agatha’s lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "Of course, you don’t," she said softly, almost mockingly. "But you will."

Rio’s laughter broke the tension, light and melodic. "Agatha, you’re terrible at comforting people," she teased, though her tone lacked sharpness.

"Comforting wasn’t the goal," Agatha replied, her gaze never leaving yours.

And in that moment, despite the tension between you, a realisation bloomed quietly in the depths of your mind. Something unspoken had already taken root, weaving through the three of you like threads in an intricate tapestry. Whatever pull they spoke of, whatever connection lingered in the charged air, it was undeniable.

The silence stretched, heavy yet electric, as the three of you remained locked in place, watching one another.

"Are you two always like this?" you asked at last, your voice breaking the stillness. The question sounded more plaintive than you intended, and to your dismay, it drew matching grins from both women, their expressions a mix of amusement and knowing.

"Like what?" Rio asked, her tone deliberately innocent.

"Intense," you muttered, looking away.

Agatha laughed again, the sound low and rich. "Oh, doll, you’ve barely scratched the surface."

Rio’s hand brushed against yours, the fleeting touch sending a jolt through your body. "And you, my lady," she said softly, her voice dipping into something dangerously sweet, "are far more interesting than you give yourself credit for."

"You two seem far too accustomed to toying with people," you muttered, your words laced with irritation. You were unsure if your annoyance stemmed from their teasing or the unsettling truth lingering behind their words.

Agatha smirked, leaning just a fraction closer. "We’re not toying with you, doll. You’d know if we were." Her voice dripped with wicked amusement, but something about the way her gaze lingered felt heavier, deeper as if she were studying you for a reaction.

Rio chuckled softly, brushing past Agatha to close the space between you. Her presence was all-encompassing, a blend of danger and allure that made it impossible to look away. "And yet, you keep coming back," she murmured, her voice silken, her words wrapping around you like a spell. "Let me speak honestly. It’s not just you feeling this pull toward us. There’s something in you that we can’t seem to let go of, either."

Your breath caught, her words sinking into you like a stone in still water, rippling through thoughts you hadn’t dared to name. In the quiet corners of your heart, a flicker of satisfaction emerged—warm and undeniable. They felt it too. Whatever this connection was, it was not one-sided.

No matter how much you tried to deny it, their presence had become inescapable, entwined with your very being.

"I came to find answers," you said firmly, your tone hardening to mask the conflict within you.

"And we’re giving them to you," Rio replied smoothly, her lips curving into a sly smile. She gestured around the space, the shimmering light reflecting off the water below. "This place? This connection? It’s no coincidence. You were always meant to find us."

Agatha sighed, rolling her eyes as though Rio’s theatrics were too much, but there was no mistaking the slight curve of her lips. "Rio loves to spin a good story," she said, her tone teasing yet sharp. "But there’s some truth to her words, doll. You’re different. And different draws attention."

"Not all attention is wanted," you retorted, narrowing your eyes at them.

Agatha laughed, the sound sharp and cruel, cutting through the air like a blade. "True enough," she said smoothly, tilting her head as her piercing gaze locked onto yours with unsettling intensity. "But tell me, doll, do you truly wish to be ordinary? To slip into the background like everyone else?"

You hesitated, the unexpected question catching you off guard. Her words hammered against your chest, relentless and unyielding, starkly contrasting everything you had been taught.

Do not speak unless spoken to. Be quiet, be submissive. A noble lady should be seen, not heard.

But that was never what you wanted. You never wanted to blend into the background like the other noble-born ladies. The thought of living such a life made your stomach twist. Yet now, under Agatha’s gaze, the truth felt too raw to admit.

Rio stepped closer again, her dark eyes glinting with mischief and something deeper. "No," she said softly, answering for you. Her voice dipped into something dangerously sweet, her smile almost predatory. "You don’t. That’s why you’re here. That’s why you want to return to us."

Agatha crossed her arms, leaning lazily against a nearby pillar, but her eyes stayed locked on you. "You don’t have to admit it now," she said lightly. "We’re patient."

"If we want to," Rio muttered, earning a sharp look from Agatha.

You inhaled deeply, trying to steady the storm of emotions their words had stirred. They spoke as though they knew you better than you knew yourself, and perhaps, in some strange way, they did.

"Why me?" you asked finally, your voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability in your tone betraying the tumult of emotions swirling within you.

Rio and Agatha exchanged a glance, the unspoken connection between them palpable. It was as though they were communicating in a language only they understood, and their shared bond was both fascinating and frustrating.

"Who knows?" Agatha said, at last, throwing her hands in the air with exaggerated flair. Her voice was teasing, but her sharp gaze never left you.

"The Fates are peculiar creatures," Rio added, grinning as though she were sharing a private joke. "Temperamental, like spoiled children. They throw tantrums and meddle where they please." Her tone was light, yet the way she spoke of Fate made it sound more like a person than an abstract concept.

"But does it matter?" Agatha’s voice cut through the air, her teasing edge softening into something more contemplative. She tilted her head, her piercing gaze boring into you. "How can anyone truly explain how someone feels toward another?"

The weight of her words pressed down on you, heavy and inescapable. You wanted to demand more, to push for clarity, but a quieter part of you whispered that you were not ready. Not yet.

The following silence felt alive, thick with unspoken truths and lingering questions. Their words echoed in your mind, each one like a pebble dropped into still water, rippling outward. You wanted to refute them, to challenge the way they spoke about you with such certainty, as if they already knew every corner of your soul. But before you could gather the words, something shifted.

Agatha stepped forward, the graceful swish of her robe the only sound in the room. Her movements were unhurried, deliberate, and the air seemed to grow heavier with her approach. Her sharp gaze pinned you in place, and for a moment, you forgot to breathe.

"You’re hesitant," she observed, her voice soft but cutting, like a blade wrapped in silk. Her words weren’t accusatory, but they struck with precision nonetheless. "I can see it in your eyes. You don’t want to believe us."

Your lips parted to argue, but her next move froze you.

A faint purple haze began to swirl around her hand, shimmering like heat rising from a flame. Her blue eyes darkened, the irises shifting to an otherworldly violet that glowed faintly in the dim light. The air around her grew heavier, charged with an invisible energy that made the hairs on your arms stand on end.

With a flick of her wrist, the haze extended outward, enveloping the book that sat on a nearby table. The book floated into the air, pages fluttering soundlessly as though stirred by an unseen breeze.

You gasped, instinctively stepping back as the book hovered between you.

Agatha smiled, slow and deliberate, as the book drifted toward her waiting hand. She caught it effortlessly, the haze dissipating as though it had never been there. Her eyes returned to their usual sharp blue, but the image of their glowing purple lingered in your mind.

"Still think we’re speaking in riddles?" she asked, her tone laced with cruel amusement. She held up the book as if to emphasise her point.

Your heart pounded in your chest. Stories of shamans—their rituals, their mysterious powers—had always been whispered in fables. But never had you seen something like this. Never had you believed it could be real.

"You are a shaman," you whispered, the word heavy on your tongue, laden with the weight of old stories and whispered superstitions.

Agatha’s brows lifted, her lips curling into a sly smile. "A shaman?" she echoed, her tone carrying both amusement and disdain. "Is that what they call it here?" She tilted her head, a flicker of curiosity flashing in her sharp blue eyes. "That’s why…" she murmured, almost to herself, her voice trailing off.

Your cheeks burned under her scrutiny. "That’s what we call those with… abilities," you said cautiously, your gaze faltering under the intensity of hers.

"Shamans," Agatha repeated, testing the word on her tongue like a curious taste. Then she chuckled softly, the sound low and rich, curling in the air between you. "Close, doll. But where I come from, we call it something else. Witch."

"Witch?" you echoed, the foreign word strange and sharp in your mouth, carrying an unfamiliar weight.

Agatha’s smile widened, her blue eyes gleaming with an almost predatory amusement. "It means the same thing, more or less. Though I’d argue it has a far more elegant ring to it." She tilted her head, studying you like a puzzle she was determined to solve. "Does that frighten you?"

You hesitated, her question catching you off guard. Did it frighten you? The display of power, the glowing eyes, the floating book—it had all left you breathless, yes. But fear? That wasn’t the word you would use.

"I do not know," you admitted finally, your voice quiet, almost hesitant. "I have heard stories about shamans my whole life. But I never thought…" You trailed off, unsure of how to put the enormity of your thoughts into words.

"Never thought they were real?" Rio offered, her voice light and teasing as she moved closer, her presence magnetic and unyielding. She leaned casually against the edge of a low table, her dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made it difficult to look away.

"Not like this," you said at last, gesturing vaguely toward Agatha. "Not with power that can… manipulate things."

Agatha laughed, the sound cutting through the charged air like a blade through silk. "Ah, doll, stories rarely do us justice," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "But tell me—does this change how you see us?"

You frowned, her words prickling at your pride. "I do not know how I see you to begin with," you replied, a hint of defiance creeping into your tone.

Rio chuckled, her lips curving into a sly grin. "Fair enough," she said, though her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer.

Agatha stepped closer, her presence commanding as she held your gaze. "You’re curious," she said, her voice soft but certain. "You want to understand."

You swallowed hard, your fingers curling into fists at your sides. "What I want," you said carefully, "is to know why I feel like this. Why I feel… drawn to you."

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and the silence that followed was deafening.

Rio tilted her head, her expression unreadable. "Drawn to us," she repeated, her voice soft. "I believe we already explained it to you as much as we could."

Agatha’s smile sharpened, though there was a flicker of something gentler in her eyes. "You're the only one who can answer that."

You held their gaze.

"I need time," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

Agatha inclined her head, her sharp smile softening into something quieter. "Take all the time you need, doll," she said, her tone almost kind. "We’re not going anywhere."

"Not yet," Rio added with a playful wink, though there was something unspoken in her gaze, something that made your chest tighten all over again.

[wordbunch]

Time to say a handful of things abt s02 finale!!!

under the cut so you can avoid it! :)

However I am very much looking forward to reading everyones comments opinions feelings etc ♡

Did I expect to cry over the death of freaking king durin in the first 0.3 minutes??? That scene was so incredibly well done and I was like omg am I glad to be witnessing this for the first time🥹😭 yes I'm still pissed I couldn't see LOTR in cinemas cause I was still in freaking diapers

NAAARSILLLLLLLL narsil our beloved, I was squealing, yes OUT LOUD. narsil bbygirl you will always be famous 💅🏻 elendil go slay

I know yall pay him dust but ISILDUR I always love to see him and I love him and theo being the resident trouble brothers duo (its giving merry and pippin but Doomed). Sorry not sorry but yall moved on too fast (I DIDNT!) from the fact he feels guilty for his moms death. pls i am HUGGING HIM! his doe eyes I am deceased. pls I just want to stare at his face for eternity. MY PERSONAL HEADCANON WAS CONFIRMED 😩💦 that boy kisses like he is STARVEDDDD

[Redacted thoughts here]

Stranger yes we knew he was gonna be gandalf but. I love a name drop. I love Tom and I love choosing friendship over power and I love the staff and I love everything . They're giving me my childhood dreamlike feeling and I am so grateful I get to see a glimpse of that story 🥹💛

So many SPEECHES foreshadowing SO MANY THINGS. I am obsessed. The absolute cruelty of celebrimbors death and the death of his works....the one SINGLE TEAR on annatars face....dare I say peak p o e t I c cinema.

Where do I even begin with HALADRIEL ✨️✨️✨️ charlie the lord of acting and just like. in his eyes you can see everything and more. I need to write a dissertation on their duel istg

The way he didnt hesitate to absolutely PURR "GALADRRRIEL" every. single. time. [Redacted thoughts]

I WOULD HAVE PLACED A CROWN ON YOUR HEAD.

do you want me to like die?????

I SEE YOU.

yes actually they do want me to die.

HUMAN HALBRAND???

And RIP to me indeed.

[Ultra redacted thoughts]

I audibly WHIMPERED. sweet lord i was like My poor babygirl has to endure this manipulation 😩😩😩😩 he stooped so low and I was so here for it but girl i would have F O L D E D 😔✊🏻

Then galadriel on galadriel violence??? The only thing better than galadriel TWO galadriels actually.

but then.

the elrond and rivendell of it all. rob aramayo has never looked more gorgeous than when he took nenya to heal Gal. WE GET TO SEE HEALER ELROND GROWING INTO HIMSELF WITH OUR OWN EYES!!!! you don't UNDERSTAND i spent 20 YEARS dreaming of rivendell and now I get to see it coming to be!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭💚💚💚💚 the way that you can see gears turning in his head as he takes the ring. the camerawork ate and devoured i fear - with your own eyes you can see him growing. developing. like yes I am feeling more ready to take charge of some things. what if I CAN do it. what if I CAN make so many things and people so much better????

and u will babyboy 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Do i even need to add i had full body chills at the scene of elrond,gil,galadriel and arondir!!!!!!! on the cliff!!!!!!

BITCH THE SUN STILL RISES!!!!! Pity CAN defeat sauron!!! friendship and light DO WIN over darkness!!!! The tolkienism of it all. i will rewatch a hundred times and then some.

[sorrowsofsilence]

Burning Out • V

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 6.6k

General Fanfic Warnings: 18+, explicit language, smut, alcohol, drugs, violence, mentions murder/suicide, panic attacks/anxiety, nightmares

Authors note: Chapter Five- A Dreamlike Heathen (EDITED: 09-03-24)

new? start from chapter one here

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY, IN REAL LIFE! IT IS SIMPLY FICTION, AND JUST FOR FUN! THINK OF THEM AS ACTORS LOL.

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"Fuck, Noah," she moaned, throwing her head back against the mirror as she rode the wave of pleasure. Her eyebrows were furrowed in ecstasy.

"Don't stop," she begged, and I didn't. I gave her everything I had.

"Come for me, Y/N," I said between licks and squeezes of her hips. "Be a good girl for me."

As her legs started to tremble and her mouth opened in a silent scream, she reached the peak of her climax. I continued until she pushed me away, her breathing becoming shallow as she caught her breath. I took hold of her chin and brought her lips to mine, yearning for her to taste herself on my tongue.

Life had broken her; just as it had broken him. But when they got together, their pieces became whole. And they started on their journey, together, mended as one. - Steve Maraboli

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NOAH

Twenty fucking thousand dollars. Twenty.

My thoughts were consumed by two things. The first was the daunting task of coming up with all the money myself. And the second, the fact that I had slept with Y/N last night. The next morning, I sat on the cot in our motel room, my head buried in my hands as my leg fidgeted anxiously.

“I-I should go,” Y/N hopped off the counter, wiping my release off of her stomach before readjusting her shorts.

“wait-” I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back toward my drunken state, “can I see you again?”

She gave me a wry smile, “I’d like that.” She tugged from my grasp but I held her tighter, pulling her into my arms.

My body remained swaying, the euphoria and alcohol mixed, “do you regret what just happened?”

I wasn’t sure if this question was for me, or her.

“No,” She said, her fingertips running up the skin of my neck. She fit against my body perfectly, as if she was always meant to be there.

I had left the bar with the boys minutes after fucking Y/N’s brains out, stealing lingering glances at her figure behind the counter before parting. Even though I was drunk, I couldn’t believe it happened… but I needed a release, a bit of euphoria to ride out through dealing with the crushing news D gave us.

Twenty thousand.

My eyes settled on the anklet that D had forced me to wear, the green dot blinking every few seconds. I couldn't believe that the bastard was tracking our every move now. He'd been following us for years, but this was taking it to a whole new level.

I had no idea how I was going to come up with that much money on my own. The boys and I took turns doing jobs each night just to keep our sanity, but the fact that I had to keep a log of where we got the money from and submit it to one of D's lackeys so he could monitor my work was absurd.

To make twenty thousand by the end of the month, I'd need to bring in approximately 645 dollars per day since there were 31 days. Realistically, that didn't seem too difficult when broken down, but some days we would bring in thousands while others we would make absolutely nothing. At least my final day of owing would also be my birthday; what a great present.

I let out a groan and flopped onto the mattress on the floor, feeling overwhelmed by my thoughts. Everything had led up to this moment, and I still felt completely screwed over.

Jolly sat on his bed, strumming away at his old acoustic guitar that was barely holding onto its strings. With his fingers dancing along the neck, I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the rhythm he created, tapping my fingers along to the beat.

I began humming, words spiralling out of my mouth subconsciously, “I’ve seen the devil, more than I’ve seen god.”

Jolly gave me a slight snicker, continuing to strum, “I like that.”

“I see through you, I know what you are.”

I repeated the two phrases over and over, singing lowly as I continued to drum my fingers. Hmm. I checked the time on my phone briefly, realizing it was 4:30 pm.

I sat up, grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder.

“Where are you going?” Jolly asked.

“To see Y/N.”

“Why?” Jolly stopped playing, placing the guitar across the bedsheets.

It's been twenty long years I've cried, but not enough tears I've become the sum of all my fears (I feel scared, so scared)

I stared at him blankly, the cogs within my mind turning to find an answer themselves. Why was I going to see her? Why did I care that I made it for when she got off work at the cafe? Something about her was magnetizing, and I couldn’t help but crave more. I wanted to explore her mind and body; to know her in every way possible.

I don’t have time to think of someone like her; I don’t deserve to think of someone like her.

I have a job to do.

But I don’t care.

“I don’t know,” I turned to look at him with my hand on the doorknob.

Jolly’s eyes watched back quizzically, “I think you should leave her out of this. Break it off now.”

I furrowed my brows, “There’s nothing to break off.”

Jolly gave me a curt laugh, “Yea, which is why you fucked in the bathroom yesterday. Nothing to break off.”

My face warmed, unsure of how he knew. I didn’t think it was obvious.

“She seems like a nice girl. You wouldn’t want to get her killed,” Jolly warned. He wasn’t wrong. This line of business wasn’t exactly safe, and I knew I shouldn’t get Y/N involved.

“She already knows too much,” I said, avoiding his eyes as I stared at the floor.

“Det är inte riktigt rätt möblerat på övervåningen hos dig.” Jolly groaned, rubbing his eyes with his palm. Your top floor is not properly furnished (Mind is a mess).

I rolled my eyes, “Oh don’t bring out the Swedish insults you asshat.”

“Well, I suggest you break her heart now before it’s too late.”

I bit my lip as I opened the door, ignoring his burning words.

“Din jävla fubbick,” I heard the swede mutter before I shut the door. You damn moron.

Guilt crept over me like a heavy wave as I walked quickly through the parking lot of the motel. My mind was racing and my hands were slick with sweat.

What am I doing? Jolly was right; Y/N shouldn’t be dragged into this mess. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny the pull towards her. It had been years since I had someone who truly listened to me and understood me. Someone who I could relate to besides my brothers. And she was stunningly beautiful, with her sparkling eyes filled with so much hope; something I aspired to have one day. Maybe I could even share with her one day.

Hope.

You gave me a strength unparalleled But nothing compared to how much I've bled (I feel scared, so scared)

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Y/N

He hasn’t shown up for his coffee again today. Did he regret what happened last night?

I swept between the tables and recalled the previous events. I don’t even know what came over me yesterday, but I do know that I didn’t have any regrets.

I knew my face began to warm as I recalled the way Noah’s fingers dug into my hips, gripping onto me as he pounded into me mercilessly; drowning his sorrows through the pleasure of our bodies.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he stared into me, aching with fervour and hunger, begging me to give everything to him.

I wanna know what it feels like Is it nothing but dreamlike? I wanna touch you now

It was anything but romantic- having a quick fuck in the bathroom of a bar, but I longed for Noah even more after that.

I feel like I’m going crazy. How could he have such a hold over me, especially after finding out he is a criminal? I should be running; so why can’t I let him go?

Lust? Infatuation? Whatever it is, I crave him.

I pushed away my thoughts, finishing the rest of my closing tasks and clocking out. I waved to Annika as I pulled my hoodie over my head, grabbing my bag and de-tangling my earbuds.

As I stepped outside, someone grabbed my hand and tugged me towards them. I let out a surprised squeal as he pulled me into his embrace, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Noah?" I looked up at the man above me, admiring the tattoo on his neck before meeting his gaze, feeling a familiar flutter in my heart. His smiling eyes met mine as he wrapped his other arm around me, enveloping me in a warm hug. A grin spread across my face as I buried it in his chest, taking in his surprisingly comforting scent.

"I'm sorry I didn’t come today," Noah murmured into my hair, his breath warm against my scalp. "I had some... business to attend to."

I pulled back slightly, searching his face for any hint of what that "business" might have entailed. His eyes, usually so expressive, were guarded now. A reminder of the dangerous world he inhabited, one I was only beginning to glimpse.

"It's okay," I said, trying to keep my voice light. "I was starting to think you were avoiding me after last night."

Noah's grip on me tightened, and he leaned down to brush his lips against my ear. "Trust me, sweetheart, avoiding you is the last thing on my mind."

A shiver ran through me at his words, at the promise they held. I knew I should be scared, should run far away from this man and the darkness that clung

How can it feel so right? It is nothing but dreamlike I'm gonna touch you now

“But you came now,” I said.

“I wanted to be here for when you got off work,” He said, squeezing me gently before letting go. “Do you want to do something before your next shift?”

I gave him a cheeky grin, “Something?”

Noah's eyes darkened with desire as he caught my meaning. He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "I have a few ideas," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

A thrill shot through me at his words. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn't resist the pull between us.

Noah licked his lips before matching my smile, putting his finger through the belt loop of my jeans, and tugging me along beside him as we walked down the sidewalk. I flushed at the gesture as he held me next to him as if claiming me for his own.

“I meant like, dinner,” He hummed, “but I also can’t stop thinking about last night.”

“Come Y/N,” he had said between sucking and squeezing my hips, “be a good girl for me.”

A shudder ran down my spine as my mind wandered, and I peered up at Noah, his cheeks flushing through his confession.

“Me too,” I said softly, “Did you want to come back to my place? We could order takeout… because I need to get my clothes for my next shift.”

“I’d like that,” Noah peered down at me warmly.

We walked together in silence, the only sound the bustle of life that surrounded the sidewalk as we passed various shops, heading towards my neighbourhood. For “level two acquaintances” the silence between the two of us was soothing, something that I think shocked us both.

With a gentle release, Noah loosened his grip on my belt loop, tucking his hands into his pockets. His brow furrowed with deep contemplation and worry as if something was gnawing at him from within. I turned to face him, noticing the slight creases in his forehead and the furrowed lines around his mouth, betraying his inner turmoil

“Did you want to talk about it?” I asked gently, looking ahead as the light breeze slid past my cheeks.

Noah was quiet, eyes darting back and forth, “I trust you so much, and I don’t know why.”

I nodded, agreeing with his concern silently, letting him continue.

“and I don’t know who else to talk to about this with…my brothers are too involved and have enough opinions as it is,” Noah said, following me down the path that led us towards my house.

“Remember how I told you we owe a lot of money to this… guy? Well, this month is supposed to be our last month, and then we are finally free.”

I smiled widely, grabbing Noah’s arm in excitement, shaking him gently, “That’s great news! You’ll be done with it forever!”

Noah chuckled darkly, rolling his head to the side in annoyance, “Yeah, well, there’s a catch.”

My grip on his arm fell, a sullen expression taking over my joy.

“I have to get him twenty thousand, myself. The boys can’t help me.”

“Twenty thousand?” I exclaimed, stopping in my tracks to look at him, “That’s a shit ton of money.”

Noah’s hand ran across his face in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I know. I am beyond fucked.”

I blinked a few times in disbelief as we approached the steps to my house, the greeting of Juice’s trill on the other side of the door inviting us in. Noah was immediately bombarded with cat love and he gave the furry animal a small smile, bending down to scratch the top of his head before running his fingers down Juice’s back.

Closing the door I kicked off my sneakers, hanging my bag on the coat rack. Noah followed, placing his black vans politely by the front door; which was when I noticed a small anklet blinking beneath the hem of his pants.

I stared at it quizzically, and Noah caught my gaze. He lifted his leg, mouth forming a tight line.

“Like my new accessory?” Anger seethed from his tongue as he gave me a sarcastic smile, before standing in front of me, completely defeated.

I led us upstairs into my bedroom, “What is it?”

“A tracker.”

I paused at the top of the stairs and turned to face him, my eyes narrowing in confusion. "What kind of tracker?" I shifted my gaze between Noah and the small device attached to his ankle.

With a heavy sigh, he followed me into my bedroom and flopped onto my bed. His limbs sprawled out as he explained, "The guy we owe money to, D, said we have to wear these trackers to make sure I'm not getting help from the boys. And I have to keep a record of where the money comes from and deposit it weekly to match my location."

"And you just found this out last night?"

His nod was barely perceptible, yet I could see the frustration etched on Noah's face as he closed his eyes tightly. Tears glistened at the corners, threatening to spill over. I stood by the bed, observing as his whole body seemed to crumble before me. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and crawled onto the bed beside him. He shifted over, making room for me as I sat up next to him. Gently, he rested his head on my lap, seeking comfort and solace in my touch as silent tears fell from his lashes.

“I…I’m barely holding on,” He whispered.

My fingers began running through Noah’s scalp, lacing themselves through his chestnut strands in an attempt to soothe him, showing my support. I hear you.

My heart yearned for him once again, filled with sorrow and pain as he suffered in torment, dealing with the burden of his demons. Noah didn’t deserve this. He was young when he fucked up, and he hasn’t been able to escape. I saw myself within his pain, my past mirroring back at me.

“I just keep hoping that one day I’ll have something else motivating me- something more than fear, more than spite. I wanna feel like I’m living.”

I listened to Noah’s words as they resonated with me. I too, wanted to feel like I was living.

I had never been part of the right crowd, and I was always getting into trouble, due to the influence of my previous relationships. I followed their shenanigans because I had nobody else to model- and I made some poor choices. I chose to follow them.

However, I also chose to leave- to start fresh and to forget about my past. People can change, and people can grow, and Noah deserved the same opportunity. He was being puppeteered by an evil man; and I wanted to help him escape, as much as he wanted his freedom.

I chewed my cheek in contemplation, fingers still stroking his hair, “let me help you, Noah.”

“Help with what?”

“The money. You don’t deserve to do it alone.”

Noah sat up now, watching me intensely from across the bed, “You’ve built yourself a new life Y/N. Don’t fuck it up now.”

He was right. Why was I willing to risk it all?

“I’ve been willing to fuck it up the second I saw you at the cafe,” I traced his face, analyzing his expression before my mind wandered to an idea; one so insane I couldn't even believe I was about to suggest this.

“I’m going to sound crazy, and I can’t believe I’m going to say this,” I hesitated for a moment, sucking in a breath between my teeth, “but why don't you come live with me? You and your brothers?”

Noah’s eyes widened, lips parting slightly in perplexity. He blinked a few times, and I continued my thought.

“You won’t need to pay rent or anything, so you guys can save money to pay this D guy faster. The motel money probably adds up.”

Noah slid off the bed, standing up abruptly, folding his arms over his body in defence, “You cannot be serious,” he laughed with incredulity.

“Listen, Noah,” I scooted to sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at him, “I was stuck for a long time, and I didn’t have a helping hand… but I have enough to offer you. I know what it’s like to struggle.”

Noah’s fingers ran through his hair as he began pacing, shaking his head, “I don’t need your pity Y/N.”

“This isn’t pity, I swear,” I stood up, approaching Noah gently, holding both of his biceps to keep him in place from his anxious wading, “I wished someone had helped me when I needed it.”

He stared down at me in complete disbelief, his eyes scanning mine for any signs of doubt; but I remained confident in my suggestion, staring at him assuringly.

“so let me help you,” I whispered, reaching up to place a gentle hand on his cheek. With a racing heart, I rubbed my thumb across his skin, bewildered at my words.

He closed his eyes in conflict and placed a hand on top of my own, clammy and nervous.

“Why are you helping a monster?” Noah breathed, leaning into my touch, curious eyes observing me.

“Everyone deserves help. You deserve it.”

What are we allowed to do? What are we allowed to be?

“You’re not a monster Noah,” placing a hand on his other cheek, I stood on my tiptoes, pulling him down towards me, kissing the tip of his nose delicately.

I wanna cross the line with you Let's pass the point of no return

Noah watched me with pure awe, matching me by grabbing either side of my face, and placing his forehead on my own, “You are fucking crazy.”

Is this wrong? I don't wanna know A big mistake? I don't wanna know

I chuckled softly, “I completely agree with you, I think I am insane for offering this.”

I wanna know what it feels like Is it nothing but dreamlike? I wanna touch you now

Noah laughed quietly with me, still in complete doubt. His eyes kept trailing between my own and my lips, as if trying not to kiss me, before giving in.

How can it feel so right? It is nothing but dreamlike I'm gonna touch you now

Noah's lips pressed against mine with a tender urgency, as if longing to convey all the emotions he couldn't put into words. The warmth of his touch seeped through my skin and I felt myself melting into him. Our kiss deepened, the intensity building between us like an invisible electric current.

We stood there, locked in each other's embrace for what felt like an eternity before Noah pulled away, his eyes still fixed on mine. His thumb gently caressed my bottom lip, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. He leaned his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin as we stayed entwined in our own little world of shared desire.

“I’m sorry, not sorry for breaking into your house; because otherwise, we wouldn’t be here,” Noah said.

“I forgive you, clearly,” I laughed, “but you could always try to make it up to me again if you feel like it?”

Noah let out a puff of air, hands running down my neck along my curves, resting at the top of my hips, “I like that idea.”

I grinned at him, my hands resting at the back of his tattooed neck, the apple and snake teasing me.

Noah's warm breath tickled my ear as he leaned in close. "I can't stop thinking about how you taste," he whispered, referring to our one brief encounter. I moaned softly as he hungrily kissed me again, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Our heads tilted and we shared passionate open-mouthed kisses, devouring each other in the moment. Noah pressed his hips against mine, causing a soft moan to escape from my throat. As much as I wanted to continue, I couldn't ignore the fact that I had to go to work soon.

I pushed his chest gently, “It’s already 6… I need to leave for work in half an hour.”

Noah gave me a sly smile, “You underestimating my skills?”

I chuckled, “Not at all.”

“I bet I could make you come in two minutes,” His fingers trailed up the sides of my torso, fingers tracing circles across the skin.

I hummed, “Hmm, what do I get if you can’t?”

Noah leaned towards my ear, fingers squeezing right below my chest, “then I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk, and you’ll come again.”

My body shivered from his words, and my stomach began to swirl with excitement as Noah’s hands worshiped my body, whispering lustful promises as he peppered kisses down my neck. Noah peeked over at the clock on my nightstand briefly.

“6:04.”

I closed my eyes as my breath quickened, following Noah towards the wall. My back pressed against it as he pushed against me, his body radiating heat. He gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head, holding me in place while his other hand trailed down to my waistline, igniting my desire.

I succumbed to Noah’s touch as his touch slid through me, circling and prodding. Whatever he was doing left me completely giving in to his caress; the fact both of us were still completely clothed made this moment that much more invigorating.

Noah’s teeth hooked on my bottom lip as he ravaged my mouth. I moaned earnestly as his fingers sank through my slick, curling towards my need. His palm pushed against me, rubbing and maintaining a repetitive pattern, and my legs began to give out. How he could make me surrender with his hand alone had me flustered.

(I'm in a) (I'm in a) (I'm in a) I'm in a, I'm in a dreamlike state

I rutted my hips towards his touch and Noah smiled into my lips, “so needy,” he mumbled.

I sighed eagerly as he continued his method, my body trembling in response, close to my release.

“C’mon princess, you can do it,” Noah muttered, trailing his lips down my neck towards my collarbone, before snagging his teeth on a sensitive spot. He sucked and nibbled at my skin, branding me.

I didn’t even care, exhilaration taking over.

Noah slipped his fingers out, sliding them up until he reached the top, pressing the pad of his fingers and circling them quickly. I shuddered, my body crumbling as I cried out his name.

Can it feel so right? It is nothing but dreamlike I'm gonna touch you now

Noah smiled into me again as his head lay pressed against my neck, satisfied and prideful of his actions.

My chest heaved as I came down from the high, folding off of the wall into his arms. I clutched onto his sweater for support, turning my head to the clock. 6:08

“That was four minutes,” I panted.

“Looks like I owe you,” Noah’s smug smile said it all.

I chuckled, looking up at him, eyes dilated with satisfaction “Oh, what a shame.”

Noah grinned, the whites of his teeth making my heart flutter. He sat on my bed, adjusting himself in his pants before watching me pace around my room, picking out my work clothes.

I opted for leggings and a square-cut long-sleeve. I took the clothes out of my closet, holding them to my chest before turning around.

“Uh…” I looked at the brunette, his hair cascading down his face perfectly, “Do you uhm, can you turn around?”

Noah choked out a laugh, “huh? you do realize that I’ve seen you like, partially naked? And just touched you?”

My face flushed, “Yeah… but still.”

Noah chuckled, obliging as he turned around on the bed to face the wall. I began stripping, pulling my leggings up before changing my shirt. I peered at Noah, noticing his head whip back around.

“Hey!” I laughed, “No peaking!”

Noah turned around once I was dressed, sticking his tongue out playfully, “Whatever do you mean?”

I rolled my eyes as Noah stood up, scratching the back of his neck, “I’d say we’ve at least levelled up to buddies.”

Yea, fuck buddies?

I hummed, “I agree, definitely more than level-two acquaintances.”

Noah nodded at me with a lighthearted glare, “Friends would be too far right now.”

“Definitely,” I mimicked his expression before leading us down the stairs.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to eat,” I said, “but if you want, you could come to the bar?”

“I’d like that,” Noah bent down to slip on his vans as I put on my black Converse.

I chewed my lip, “Did you want to invite your friends? Maybe talk about the offer?”

Noah stood up, frowning, “Y/N- I couldn’t do that to you.”

“Well, at least ask them, see what they say,” I looked at him with a serious expression, “I wasn’t kidding with the offer. I have the basement finished but unfurnished; and a spare bedroom upstairs. You guys would have your own space.”

Noah stared at the floor, kicking up the side of the carpet nervously, “I mean I’ll talk to them.”

I couldn’t help but smile widely, “Please do. Now lets go or I’ll be late.”

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NOAH

Ruffilo, Jolly, Folio and I sat in a booth at Sammy’s, with the trio observing me intently as I recounted the situation. "She offered us a place to stay for free," I whispered to my companions, stealing glances at Y/N as she attended to customers. Her hair, a lovely shade of H/C, framed her face delicately, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of her genuine and radiant smile as she served drinks to the woman in front of her. She brought light and charisma into the room with her presence, igniting an incandescence that was hard to ignore.

“No fucking way we are doing that,” Jolly said, glancing at Y/N briefly before folding his arms, sinking into the leather of the booth.

“I mean,” Nick began, looking between us, “This would help us out a lot Jolly.”

“-and Noah,” Nicholas said, “Like we pay roughly 130 bucks a night. That’s $3,900 we’d save him right there.”

All of us peered over at Y/N, and she lifted her head, giving us all a smile.

“Why would she do that for you? For us? What’s in it for her?” Jolly said, skeptical.

I had no fucking idea why she would, but I was desperate for any amount of help I could get.

I shrugged, “I don’t know.”

She was selfless, enigmatic, and completely sublime.

“How long have you known her?” Nick raised a brow, plucking a fry from the plate in the middle of us.

I winced, “Er, two days?”

Folio’s eyes bulged out of his head as he leaned forward, chest pressed into the table, “Ain’t no fucking way this is real. She has to be getting something out of it.”

Jolly snorted, “yea, his dick.”

I scoffed, rolling my head back dramatically, “Oh fuck off !”

“That’s not what the hickey on her neck-”

“Oh, Can it Jolly, have any of you ever thought that maybe Y/N is just a nice person?

I reached for a fry and dunked it in ketchup before taking a bite. "People like us don't deserve kindness." Ruffilo glanced at me, clearly disappointed. "Don't say that. We've done some questionable things, but it's how we survive." "And besides," added Folio, "we can't offer financial assistance. D doesn't even know Y/N exists, so he wouldn't suspect any involvement from us." Nicholas nodded in agreement.

I watched the three of them as they gave me a sullen smile, “I’m worried D will be suspicious that our locations will move though; and that it will put her in danger.”

“She must know there’s a risk, considering you filled her in on everything,” Nick took a sip of his beer.

“Why she’s willing to risk everything she’s worked towards beats me,” I said, sighing heavily.

“Worked towards?” Nicholas asked.

The boys waited for me to answer.

She bargains with the world So everything she wants will come to her With no greed inside her mind She knows what she deserves

“She’s been through some fucked up shit I guess, but she saved a bunch of money and moved here to start over her life. She works two jobs almost every day to afford everything,” I looked back at Y/N for a prolonged period, my heart beating quickly, “She just kept telling me she knows what it’s like, and she wished people helped her.”

“So pity?” Jolly gave me a sarcastic smile, nodding rapidly.

“No,” I defended, “because she is a generous person.”

We remained silent, chewing our food quietly before Jolly spoke.

“Well, I suppose it’s worth a shot,” He said, eying the fries before staring at me, “for Noah.”

“Yeah, for me, but also you guys. She offered it to all of us,” I said.

Nicholas looked over at her warmly, “That’s kind of her. Really kind.”

We fell from sky with grace And landed in her soft and warm embrace She gave her love, her gift of life So we could live with her

I stood up, walking towards the bar, sitting on a stool in front of her. She nodded to another customer before smiling at me, waltzing over.

“So?” She bit her lip, almost looking hopeful.

I picked at the resin counter, my nail grinding within a divot in the material as I distracted myself from her, “How early can we move in?”

“Tonight if you want.”

Y/N and I shared a look before I nodded, giving a gentle laugh, “Okay. Want to meet your new roommates? Considering you haven’t even met the guys you offered your entire life to.”

Y/N laughed, “yea. I’m realizing how crazy I sound the more realistic this becomes.”

I motioned for the boys to come over and they did, each with a beer in their hand, sitting on either side of me along the counter.

Y/N gave them a sunny grin, introducing herself.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Nicholas said politely.

“You as well,” she nodded, before looking at Folio.

“I’m Nick, Nick folio,” He held out his hand, wrapping around her own and shaking.

She then moved to Jolly, who gave her a curt smile. Although he was stand-off-ish, she greeted him warmly.

“Joakim, but call me Jolly,”

“So, tonight?” I eyed everyone, who all turned to look at Y/N.

She shrugged, “I’m off at midnight. I can help take stuff over.”

“Well, we don’t exactly have a lot. We can probably take everything in two trips,” Nick said.

“I can help, I’ll meet you guys at the motel.”

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We carefully packed all of our belongings into our backpacks and suitcases, and my chest tightened as I realized that we were leaving the place we had called 'home' for the past few years.

Nick shook his head in disbelief as he played Tetris with our belongings, fitting them perfectly into our vehicle.

"I have to admit," Nicholas said as he helped Jolly carry out their old guitars, "It will be a nice change to live in an actual house for a while."

“Good point,” Jolly mumbled, “But I’m still suspicious.”

That is why we live like heathens Stealing from the trees of Eden

Y/N made it over to the motel around 12:30, and we packed her car as well.

All of us stood outside the motel, part of us grieving for departing what we’ve always known; the other relishing in gratitude for this new opportunity.

Y/N placed a hand on my shoulder as I stared at the motel door plaintively.

Living in the arms of freedom And everything we touch is evil That is why we live like heathens

I gave her a sorrowful smile before nodding at my brothers, “Y/N will lead the way.”

As I sat in the passenger seat of Y/N's car, my eyes drifted to the window as we drove past towering buildings and bustling streets toward her neighbourhood; our new home. My heart was filled with both excitement and disbelief - how did I get so lucky to have this amazing woman in my life?

Once we arrived and entered the house, Juice, the friendly orange fur ball, greeted us at the door and immediately won over the boys with his playful antics. Y/N proudly gave us a tour of her humble abode before leading us down to the basement. As she had mentioned, it was bare and unfurnished, save for a few scattered cardboard boxes and a pristine rack of guitars that caught my eye. The room echoed with potential and possibility, just waiting to be transformed into our own personal haven.

“Holy shit- is that a Martin D-41?” Jolly immediately smiled, walking over to assess the guitars, “and an Ernie Ball Music Man John Petrucci Majesty?”

“Damn, and a Gibson Thunderbird IV Bass?” Ruffilo joined in on the geek sesh, both of them giddy.

Y/N laughed, “Wow, you must know your stuff. Those were my dads, he was really into music.”

She walked over, grazing her fingers across the strings, “I’ve kept them in his memory, but I have no idea how to play.”

I watched her as she picked up the Martin, handing it to Jolly, “feel free to use them whenever you want; they deserve some love, they were made to be played.”

Jolly’s lips fell open before he smiled warmly, gazing at the guitar, “You’re so fucking cool.”

We all chuckled and I watched Y/N in awe as she interacted with my brothers, taking them in and treating them as if she’d known us all for years.

The stone, the dirt, the dust The unforgiving promise made to us Unworthy of your light, your god, your touch We're guided by the lust

“I only have one blow-up mattress I take camping, but there is a bed in the spare room, and the couch in the living room…” She looked between the four of us until her eyes landed on me.

“Uh,” Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, “we can always share my bed tonight until I can pick up a couple of mattresses…”

We cry the fallen names We cry for those who burned beneath the flame We stand besides the good and brave The broken and enslaved

My face warmed along with her and I coughed, straightening up, “Yeah, no worries.”

The boys watched us, a low chuckle leaving Folio. Y/N grabbed spare blankets, pillows and the blow-up mattress from the closet. She set up the bed, which Jolly dibsed. Nick took the couch, and Nicholas took the spare room down the hall from Y/N’s.

Y/N and I went into her room and she shut the door quietly, turning around, sighing.

“Well,” she blew out a puff of air, giving me a kind smile, “this is interesting.”

I nodded, following her with my eyes as she began getting ready for bed, brushing her H/C hair, and wiping off her makeup for the day. I admired her beauty, staring at her with reverence. She was brilliant.

“I-I can sleep on the floor Y/N. I don’t mind,” I whispered as she slid an oversized t-shirt over her frame, stripping off her work attire.

I licked my lips, swallowing harshly before averting my eyes, reminding myself that now was not the time to get worked up. She had to be at the cafe in a few hours.

Juice purred as he curled into a bed next to her windowsill, eying us from the corner.

Y/N turned off her main light, flicking on a dim lamp that cascaded a soft orange aura across the room before she crawled into bed, opening the covers and patting next to her.

“You can sleep with me, it’s okay.”

My feet shuffled restlessly as I adjusted my hoodie, draping it over the chair by her vanity along with my jeans. Just a few hours ago, I was pressing her against the wall, consumed by passion and filled with confidence. Yet now, I felt shy and vulnerable. It was strange how this simple act of sleeping in a bed with her felt more intimate than the sexual encounter we had shared earlier.

Her love is yours But only if you give your heart to her

I walked over to her, sliding myself between her covers, and lay as close to the edge as possible.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” She mumbled, jumping out of bed and leaving towards the bathroom, returning shortly with a bottle of pills and a cup of water.

She opened the bottle, turned around and placed one on her tongue before taking a swig of water. I watched as she placed her pills on her desk, before hopping back into bed.

That is why we live like heathens Stealing from the trees of Eden Living in the arms of freedom And everything we touch is evil

She crawled underneath the covers, snuggling into the duvet as she lay on her side, facing me.

We remained silent for a few moments before she asked me a question in a small voice, “Is it ok if the light stays on?”

I preferred the lights off, but I wasn’t going to share my preference; I was invading her space.

“I have trouble sleeping,” She whispered.

“Of course it’s ok,” I said, pulling the covers over my shoulders.

“Okay,” her eyes fluttered open and closed, fighting against sleep, “goodnight Noah.”

I watched as her lashes touched the tops of her cheeks, her eyebrows releasing tension from the day, lips parted gently as sleep took over.

My eyes danced across her features, completely captivated. Y/N breathed slowly, and my hand subconsciously reached over, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear as I endeared over her.

“you’re my saving grace,” I whispered as I stroked her hair, still completely baffled this was all happening.

I watched her for a moment longer before I turned over, facing the door and her desk. My eyes trailed over to the bottle that rested on her desk, the yellow plastic alluring. Zolpidem. 700 dollars right there.

Destruction. Crime. Greed.

That is why we live like heathens That is why we live like heathens That is why we live like heathens

Chapter 6

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[silvysartfulness]

Chapter 60 - Leaving Moling In The Morning of Heaven Has A Road But No One Walks It is up! :D

It was still early by the time they headed down to the river, mist swirling over the water in the blue pre-dawn light. It made the bustle from the busier docks sound distant and muted, their corner of the world almost dreamlike.

“Ah, daozhangs, good morning,” the wiry old captain greeted them with a polite bow before stepping from the pier onto the boat with unthinking precise grace that any cultivator stepping off a sword might envy. “Come onboard – you’re just in time, we’re about ready to leave. A-Bao!”

A gangly young boy that seemed made up of all uncoordinated limbs emerged from under the sun roof and stared up at them with eyes wide as saucers.

“This clumsy crab is my useless grandson apprentice, Baozi,” the captain indicated with a brief gesture, a softness to her eyes that belied the gruff tone. “If he bothers you, just nudge him out of your way. Get the cultivator gentlemen settled, a-Bao, then prepare the sail and get ready to cast off.”

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The trio are finally heading off on their much-needed vacation. I'm sure everything will be smooth sailing all the way there! ... Get it? Smooth sailing? because they're on a boat-

As always, your comments and support is what keeps me writing, quite literally! We're so close to the end now, and I need the encouragement more than ever - I'd never have made it this far without you guys! Thank you for coming on this journey with me!

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

7 & 10 or perish

7. Share a line/paragraph/snippet that you were especially proud of.

Okay so I love this chapter just for the fact that everything I've been setting up for 200,000+ words culminates in here (but this section I've chosen also should reveal nothing heu heu heu). Also @needfantasticstories complemented the wording of one of the sentences, and I seeing my work through another's eyes really makes me appreciate it? If you know what I'm saying? But yeah, I wrote this during the poetry section of my AP Literature class in high school, if you couldn't tell by my gratuitous use of alliteration, semicolons, and parallel sentence structure.

[Have I posted this before? I hope I haven't DX I am very proud of it. If I have let me know and I'll try to find something else]

Wild stepped into the ornate church. High stone ceilings flew overhead, lined with stained glass windows—depictions of their Golden Goddess—that sent shattered slivers of light dancing along the cold stone floor. Rows upon rows of lowly stone pews stood in ordered procession on either side of the walkway, stretching all the way to the raised platform at the front of the cathedral. A great statue, so unlike the one that he knew, loomed over it all. The Hylia he knew had hair of flowering vine, and robes of majestic moss; this one's every strand was spun of gold, this one's every fold formed of ivory. His Hylia’s face was of cracked calcite, worn down and rounded out over years of exposure to the elements; this one’s was of sharp, shining porcelain. Little gray wings he’d only ever seen tucked to her sides, like those of a Rito fledgling, were now golden and stretched out in their full glory. She did not lower her head over clasped hands in constant thought of her people, as said by her now-extinct priests; instead, her gaze was cast victoriously outwards, her hand thrust forwards like that of a sovereign, conquering queen. White rose petals drifted and fluttered gently down to lay scattered across the stone pews. They trailed after Wild, swirling around his ankles with every step, as he walked forwards in a dreamlike state to the foot of the statue. It only grew larger, more imposing, as he approached, and himself so much smaller.

10. What are your writing goals for the upcoming year?

Okay okay okay okay. Just because you asked, I'm going to end up having to write out my entire planned chapter by chapter schedule and pin it to the top of my blog, aren't I?

But for a summary, basically--right now I'm trying to finish up my Noble's Warning chapters, which will get me to through February and some of March, so that I can participate in FebWhump without juggling two projects. The Differences chapters, which are pretty much done besides a few select bits that actually need to be written, should carry me all the way to Spring Break and through. During Spring Break (cuz I'm a cringe college student) I will try to finalize enough to make it close to the Heal Chapters, which should free me up until finals are over in May/June-ish.

Summer is when things get real. That's when I'll evaluate how much of Arc 2 I have done and how much time I think I need to finish it. If I'm ahead of schedule, I'll make sure I've hit all the finishing touches for Arc 1 and start releasing chapters twice a week. If not, I'll give myself more time with the once a week updates. Plus, I want to take a break between Arc 1 and 2 just to let ya'll squirm, so that gives me at least a month, I think, depending how hard ya'll cry at me to continue. There's also a whole timeline thing there of whether I want to do flashbacks of a section or if I just wanna say F it we ball, but that's beside the point.

If I do once a week releases, I already have enough planned content for Arc 1 + the occasional Prologue pieces to get me through the entire year and then some. So yeah, that's the plan for the year :D

[fulgurbugs]

doll unboxing 6: the final box

the last doll i have here is a dreamlike antu teaparty, from the daydream series

as you can see, i was exited to see which one i got and opened the box already lol.

here’s the one i got! checking the kikagoods website, this one is called gorgeous dreams. i couldn’t quite tell until i pulled the dress out, since the hair color is a bit similar to eccentric and light dreams. also, trans colors. slay :D

here she is freed from the plastic prison, and also, disassembled so you can see all the parts. this one has an additional headband piece with the hair and face plates

her little holo character card…

here she is all dressed up! absolutely gorgeous, and i really love her. the centaur body is just so unique and fun

.5 shot as usual. she’s very iridescent :3

and that’s gorgeous dreams! i’ll have to think of a real name for her later, and i’m exited to put her with laurel, my other cute centaur girl you guys helped me name!

[hdowlpost]

OWL GIFTS for @drarrymyheart

Fine Boning Summary: Harry likes Draco to dress him up and to dress him down. Word Count : 230 words Rating: mature Contains: Poetry, Light D/s, Clothing, Aftercare Notes: Thank you to my alpha reader jtimu and my beta reader StarQuesting for their help in editing this poem.

Drarry/Comfort Playlist + Soft Scarf Summary:I created a playlist based on our mutual music taste and the songs run the gambit of tropes. I also added a few of my favorite comforting songs in there as well. Playlist Length: 3hours and 7 minutes Rating: Teen Contains: Some songs have explicit lyrics, but nothing too bad. Notes: I have also added a soft red/golden scarf. Hopefully it brings a little comfort and warmth during the Holidays, but you may have to wrestle it away from Harry.

The Snowman Summary: Snow has fallen steadily all night long, and Draco wakes in a room filled with light and silence. It's a December day, five years after the War. It's on this day that Draco makes the snowman. Word Count: 3438 Rating: Mature Contains: EWE, Inspired by The Snowman, No Dialogue, Boys Kissing, Christmas Decorations, Christmas Presents, Grief/Mourning, Post-War, Christmas Tree, Dancing, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Notes:drarrymyheart, I thought about your wishlist for a long time and kept coming back to dreams and attentiveness and comfort. When I was but a child, we watched the short animated film The Snowman (1982) all the time during the winter. If you've seen it, you know it doesn't have any dialogue, only music, and the only words in the movie are in the song "Walking in the Air." So, this story is heavily inspired by "Walking in the Air", but also the original introduction to the movie by Raymond Briggs, which I think about every time it snows:

"I remember that winter because it brought the heaviest snow that I had ever seen. Snow had fallen steadily all night long, and in the morning I woke in a room filled with light and silence. The whole world seemed to be held in a dreamlike stillness. It was a magical day, and it was on that day I made the snowman."

I hope you find a little comfort in secret Christmas bonfires and soft scarves and, of course, a snowman :)

[elfpylon]

@lysistra tagged me in the "your URL as songs" challenge! THANKS! :D

P - Pyromance - Chemlab

one of my favorite songs. the guitar flickering like a flame in the beginning, the build, the rhythm, the lyrics: "my battery got a surge from my finger triggering your spark plug". fuck yeah.

Y - Yield to Force - Drab Majesty

ethereal, dreamlike, floyd-esque wall of sound you can get lost in.

L - Looking Glass - The Birthday Massacre

one of the first goth-adjacent bands I got into in high school. still one of the catchiest songs ever imo. 90s-inspired snare upbeats 🔛 🔝

O - Offer Your Light - Devin Townsend Project

great song to listen to when I feel like hot garbage. love that dual guitar riff during the latter two choruses and the heat filter effect coming out of that interlude.

N - Noise - Nightwish

this was my most listened to song on my wrapped a couple years ago. idk Nightwish just fucks. and I like the lyrics for this one... ominous...

I - I'll Keep Coming - Low Roar

even wayyyy before I played Death Stranding I was obsessed with this song after seeing that first trailer. the BUILD... 😩❤️

U - Uprising - Flesh Field

MY FAVORITE FLESH FIELD SONG! the contrast between a beat that slaps your ass into the stratosphere and that slow halftime chorus with the guitar is so gooooooooooodddddddddddd.

M - Makina Fifth - Ugress

I'm such a hoe for chiptune. Ugress is one of my favorite, underrated electronic artists. check him out.

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If you see this and you want to do it, go for it! some of y'all have long/strange URLS lol so I wanna leave it open haha.

[prettyinpunk]

a ridiculously detailed catalogue of matt's guitars for my show*! aka a collection for people who have maybe an unhealthy obsession with Manson guitars

*4/14/23; in order of how excited i was to see them! this isn't necessarily a ranking of how cool i think these guitars are! this ranking is based purely on the amount of deadly chemicals released by my brain upon seeing them.

#10 Matt Black FR(Matt Black Whammy)/Chrome FR(Chrome Whammy)

i'm pairing them first since they're almost identical in build(though the MBFR is in drop D) and i was expecting to see both of them/have seen them used in past shows :)

Chrome Whammy also gets used the most in this era and both of them have given me so much grief when trying to identify these guitars. the dark chrome finish looks SO much like the Matt Black FR under certain stage lighting and it's nearly impossible to tell them apart by hardware, there've been so many times when i confidently think oh hey he's using the Matt Black Whammy but no its Chrome FR. and vice versa. even at certain points during the actual concert i was second guessing myself, they make me feel delusional.

used for: MBFR: Psycho; Chrome Whammy: WOTP, (Interlude)Hysteria, Compliance, Thought Contagion, KOC

#9 Matt Black 3.0

i was excited to see her with visible wear and tear from the obvious, so much so that i specifically took a picture of the broken headstock foregoing any attempt at pretending matt was supposed to be the subject of the picture.

used for: WAFF

#8 M1D1 Stealth

even knowing i would see her, i just got so excited about the kaoss pad. as one does. its a special little joy to see hardware thats so uniquely Muse. like in what other performance are you going to get to see a kaoss pad in a guitar(or bass)!

this picture is a screenshot from my video because ngl most of my image capture for SBH was spent filming dom. for a friend.

used for: SBH

#7 MB-1 Blue(Blue Steel/Blue Beast)

i just think she's sooooo pretty, the blue is such a beautifully rich shade and i love the gloss finish, as much as i love the play on "matt" with the matte guitars, i'm weak to pretty shiny things. it was also so exciting to see her because i really wanted them to play Resistance and when i saw matt with the MB-1 Blue i knew they were going to! (barring the fact that they were alternating every night and i knew that night it was Resistance's turn, for some reason i was still worried we wouldn't get it lmao) i did accidentally call her Bluebell at the time though. which i don't think has been used at all this tour(🥲).

TIRO, Resistance, Madness

#6 Oryx

somehow i neglected to take a picture of her specifically??? i'm really kicking myself because i didn't get any closeups during WSD or KOBK but the whole time i was holding my tongue from talking about her during the show 😭 because who in their right mind wants to hear some random screaming fan yelling about how the Oryx is matt's first Manson with 24 frets during the show 💀 i did get to see him use it earlier this year at my last Muse show which is why i've put it before my #5. but she is so unique and interesting, there are so many cool fun facts about her! i don't know how i didn't get a good shot, i was probably too busy headbanging.

i did get this pretty cool picture from KOBK though 🥲

used for: WSD, KOBK

#5 MB-S Prototype(Verona Sky)

to finish off the trifecta of newbies(2022/2023 additions, barring remodels)! suuuuch a beauty and makes watching Verona just that much more magical! a brand new Manson special for the WOTP era for the most tender moments of the show <3. both Verona and TDS instrumental have a dreamlike energy live, which to me is elevated by the MB-S in her beautiful sunburst orange and strat-style shape. matt was pretty far from us while perched on will's shoulder so i didn't get a great pic of it but i tried! its just such a gentle, almost pensive little moment in the set between two heavy bangers(WAFF/SBH) which i love, it feels oddly intimate in spite of being in a full arena as matt coaxes each note out of the MB-S and it echoes into the open space.

here she is pre and post-confetti shower(she did not come through unscathed)!

used for: Verona, TDS(AR)

#4 Red Alert

since there are three red guitars in use for Uprising this tour, i really didn't know which one we were going to get! the last time i saw them in january, matt used the MA EVO Sustainiac Satin Fire Red, which is fun, but like the other Fire Red, has a matt(e) finish. i was really hoping we would get to see Red Alert and we did!!! she looks like cherry candy i need to take a bite. uh, that is to say. she's very pretty and my eyes sparkle in her presence. and she has a special name which is always important to me. i wouldn't say Red Alert ranks higher than some of the other beauties on this list in terms of how cool i think they are, but since there wasn't a guarantee we'd get to see it, it ranks highly here!

used for: Uprising

#3 Mirror 2.0

notoriously a nightmare to get a good picture of live, what with the whole... mirror finish and all, here she is!! our beloved veteran of the lineup, Mirror Manson <3. what a joy to see her, even though she's not the original. i couldn't confirm which Mirror he was using at the time since they're almost identical, but the fuzz factory knobs are slightly further apart than the OG, and 2.0 is fit with a MBK-1 on the bridge rather than the original Mississippi Queen P90s. not sure if Chrome Fuzz is in the rig for this leg, but theoretically she also had potential to be used here in place of the Mirror, so another happy slight surprise there for Mirror enjoyers. it really is another special little joy to see and hear Plug in Baby with such an iconic guitar, and especially when we get to play call and response with the fuzz factory!

used for: PIB

#2 Chrome Whammy 2.0

now i know it seems like an odd choice to put her here especially considering i had Chrome FR as my #10, but let me explain.

YMMFLIH is one of my favorites on WOTP so as it is, i was already losing it from the moment matt sat down to play the intro(WHICH IM CRAZY ABOUT). about halfway through the second verse, i regained enough mental consciousness to realize matt was using the new Manson Origin Etch pickups on the bridge!!! this was a huge surprise since MuseWiki isn't updated and i had been totally drooling over the pickups on instagram for weeks(months??)(<- still has never touched an electric guitar) so getting to see them in person and being used on stage was SO EXCITING!!! unfortunately by the time i realized, i wasn't able to get a clear picture of the bridge since matt was playing the final chorus. thus began the search for my new white whale.

after the concert, i scoured my pictures and videos for a shot of it, confident that i saw it during Halloween and on the Chrome Whammy. i looked at every picture i had, but found that all my pictures of the Chrome Whammy just had the MBK-2 humbucker on the bridge, so i thought maybe i made my usual mistake and thought it was Chrome when it was actually Matt Black. i checked my pictures of her too and it was the same so at that point i felt like i was going completely mental. i checked every video and picture from the Muse instagram with manic obsession and could only find a tiny glimpse of it in one of the mini clips from a concert reel.

i went back to MuseWiki to see if i could find it there and thats when i realized. it wasn't Chrome Whammy. it was Chrome Whammy 2.0.

live reaction to this realization:

in hindsight i should've realized the guitar matt was using for Halloween had a humbucker on the neck instead of a single coil Sustainiac which is a dead giveaway, hence the above reaction. the problem still remained though, i had no photographic evidence. though MuseWiki reminded me it was 2.0, it still says the bridge is a MBK-2 and the pictures remain un-updated. i had confirmed for now that i was not delusional, but i still didn't have a picture and i wanted so desperately to talk about it. but then my savior appeared right under my nose. my dear friend @domwhoreward found this picture from one of her shows and i was FINALLY VINDICATED!!! HERE SHE IS IN ALL HER GLORY!!!

used for: YMMFLIH

anyway. that brings us to...

#1 HOLOFLAKE MY BELOVED

words cannot describe how absolutely insane i went when i saw her!!! Holoflake is my favorite guitar currently in use(though it's very close with the Black 7-String 2.0), i just love the glittery, glossy black finish so much, it's so pretty!! not only that, but the only song it's being used for this tour is MOTP, the one song i wanted to hear MOST out of all the songs on rotation and one of my favorite muse songs of all time!! it was such a personal moment for me because if they hadn't played MOTP, we wouldn't have gotten to see Holoflake at all. this was my most special moment from my show, i think the guy next to me probably wished i was dead though. this is once again a screenshot of my video since i spent most of it in a manic panic screaming crying and throwing up. its a miracle i was even still alive after that. or anyone within a 5ft radius.

used for: MOTP <3

[aether-friskets]

wip questionnaire tag game yay

thanks @ap0stle for tagging me in this!! :D

The WIP im gonna talk about is uh. well it doesnt really have a name i just call it "that game i want to finish eventually" or "the survival horror game idea" lol, I'm bad with names so itll prob remain that way for a while

What's the First Part of Your WIP that You Created?

I can't recall exactly when this was, but I remember I was specifically listening to this video which, judging by its age, would've been around 2 years ago now. Something about the black and red blair witch game art used as the cover (which, i... totally legally... played that game out of curiosity later on, wasnt big on it as a blair witch fan or a horror fan in general, but you will see one little element from it as one of a few inspiration points for whats kind of becoming a major mechanic in my game at this point lol) mixed with the music itself gave me this mental image of someone driving on a road through the woods with that very black and red lighting, and i had this feeling that they were looking for someone. That's technically the very vague basis that sprouted into my game idea, which has changed a lot since then, and now I don't think a scene like that will even happen. Aside from that, my first concept that's actually stuck around, is the protag looking for their sibling (usually my brain leans sister so i may go that route, but i tend to imagine characters w/out gender in mind til later lol) and sorta ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time as a result. I have some more stuff in mind of course, but a lot of stuff is still pretty vague lol

If Your Story Was a TV Show, What Would the Theme Song/Intro Be?

Oh man this is such a fun thing to think about conceptually, I feel like the WIP is almost too much of a WIP to be sure... But it'd probably have to feel very 2000s, maybe have some kind of industrial edge? Something to capture the idea of an ordinary person descending into something they couldn't possibly be prepared for i guess loll Those things aren't necessary, but the setting is mainly going to be in this as yet unnamed city during the mid-late 2000s? I haven't settled on the exact year yet so that may not be fully accurate lol. The game probably will get some kind of intro style thing, because I absolutely LOVE that in the silent hill games (and also twilight princess had something like that!! which is very nostaglic for me lol) so I think it would be awesome to do in mine lol I feel like the closest I've heard to the vibe I imagine are like. 1. Into to The Mine from Lost in Vivo 2. Broken ALSO from Lost in Vivo (i swear something abt the music in this game just has the vibes) 3. Theme Of... by Drackfreeee I guess it makes sense because it's a silent hill inspired song that you can even hear bits from the game's intros in there but. man. it's got a dreamlike quality that fits the more surreal elements i have in mind well, plus i can totally imagine it playing in an intro thing showing a bunch of scenes from the game and setting that scene of descent When i get to that point in making the game, ill probably look back at songs like these for ideas on what'll work

What Are Your Favourite Characters You Made, and Why?

Since this thing is still so much a WIP, I don't have a tonnn figured out about the characters, so it's kinda hard to pick. But I can talk a little about what I DO have figured out! As I said previously, the protag is gonna be looking for their sibling. The basic idea being that they're visiting their sibling in this new city they've never been to before, and things go all wacky sideways real fast. I feel like I'm either gonna love 'em or hate 'em because due to the unintentionally personal nature of this story that I've been embracing more as time went on, they're probably gonna be the most like me out of the cast. I'm hoping to make them an enjoyable protagonist to play as tho, not annoying but not TOO bland or anything. The sibling is probably gonna end up reflecting a lot of my sister, cause, as i said, accidentally personal story that I'm kinda just embracing at this point lol. I wanna not make any of the characters 100% like a single person I know, so I'll probably mix in traits from other people I like lmaooo. but we'll see what they're like by the end. One thing i already DO know is I really wanna circumvent the idea of the person you're trying to find/save being this "damsel in distress" type, so I think it'd be great if when you finally reunite, they're dealing with the whole situation way better than you LMAO. or at least on par. The hardest part about that tho... Is I'll probably have to make a half-decently competent partner NPC for that part of the game... I've also had this idea for a guy based on a dream I had. I think they will be playing a part but I'm not sure yet, as stuff is still very vague at this point. The idea is of someone who is "helping" you for part of the game, only to fuck you over later on because, what can I say, I love the heartbreak of getting totally screwed over by a character you trusted sometimes :3 The idea being you'd make remote contact early on and they'd promise to help lead you to your sibling but in reality either A) they've just been trying to lead you to your death subtly lmaooo or B) more likely option, theyre tricking you into helping them instead, and then will leave you for dead once you actually help them. I feel like it'd be fun to write a guy who is a total opportunist and probably a smug asshole, idk lol There will probably be other characters? but these are the only ones I have in mind so far, and as you can tell, they arent very fleshed out at all yet

What Other Pieces of Media do You Think Your Fanbase Would Share?

Jeez, the idea of garnering any kind of fanbase in and of itself is kind of cool but scary lol I figure they'd probably like a lot of the stuff that's inspiring me in the first place, like Silent Hill (duh), Cry of Fear, Jacob's Ladder, a bit o' Twin Peaks... Basically if you like some guy going through some weird fuckin' psychological shit lmaoo More specifically, i want the vibes of stuff like. standing in a subway station at a weird hour, feeling like the only person left on the planet. Opening a door into a room that shouldn't logically connect. Cryptic phone calls and texts that don't seem like a person would make them. Desperately trying to reach someone, to find the answers, but it seems like the place itself is fighting against you. Stuff like that, I guess

What Has Been Your Biggest Struggle With Your WIP?

Man, what hasn't? I don't have much experience making games so I'm learning a lot mechanically as I go, but I also have never properly finished an entire original story before. I think the main thing, is like... I'm scared whatever I create will feel too derivative of the works that inspired me, that the thing I create will ultimately fade into the shadow of other things that did it better. So every time I have a new idea, I worry about if it'll come off too much like [x thing] and that's been making the process even slower loll Aside from that, I know the character's primary goal, and I have certain locations I think would be cool to include, but I don't know SHIT about any of the details of getting from the start to the end and what will fall in-between, which does make it tricky lol. I need to really consider what kind of path I want them to follow, and what will happen after they reach their goal, stuff like that. It's all just very vague right now and trying to work out the details is almost intimidating even tho thats the main part of making a story.

Are There any Animals in Your Story? Talk About Them!

At the moment? Not that I'm aware of. There may likely be enemies with animal-like appearances, though. I could see that being a thing I do. But I haven't really gotten into monster design just yet.

How do Your Characters Travel/Get Around?

At the moment I'm suspecting primarily on foot, however my concept for the intro of the game involves the protag taking the subway. So there may be some subway shenanigans too, idk.

What Part of Your WIP Are You Working on Right Now?

I'd say the main reason the story is still so vague, is I've been trying to get the main technical/mechanical elements set up before I get too much into the details. Or maybe I'm just stalling. So, I'd say I'm mainly working on stuff surrounding the non-story parts of the game. But in terms of the story, I want to flesh out the protag and the sibling more into proper characters first and foremost, I'd say.

What Aspects (Tropes, Maybe?) do You Think Will Draw Your Audience in?

I'll be real I got no idea but... I guess if I think about it from the perspective of what I think would draw me in from an outside view...

Use of classic survival horror stuff like fixed camera angles (plus I'm going to have both tank and analog controls so more people can enjoy it :])

Putting a guy in A Situation

The general atmosphere and setting (as I sorta said, mid-late 2000s urban enviro with weird illogical stuff happening and potentially kind of dream-like elements, i hesitate to say liminal but maybe a bit liminal? I also want to go for a ps2-ish graphics quality cause i feel like its criminally underrated lol and some people may feel like me on that part and like that)

Vaguely queer protag? like i said i dont have much fleshed out but if they're gonna be based on me at all u KNOW that bitch aint gonna feel cis or straight i'm sorry it's simply fact (also admittedly I've been wanting to make them like some kinda genderqueer or somethin because its my video game and i can do what i want, and seeing human protags that are nonbinary in some way gives me life)

Weird-ass shit??? like if you vibe with weird silent hill dialogue or the weird stuff that just. happens in twin peaks, im hoping to bring a similar energy in my own way

Possibly more stuff as I flesh things out more lol

What Are Your Hopes For Your WIP?

Honestly I just hope I make something that I feel proud of. I wanna make something that makes someone feel the same way that stuff like Silent Hill, Cry of Fear, Lost in Vivo, Twilight Princess, hell, UNDERTALE did, where that shit changes you. Where you can feel the love for the genre or medium it's based upon. But at the very least, I just hope at least one person likes it, I guess That'd be enough for me

Uhhh erm I have no idea who to tag I am so bad at this part.... If you want to do this consider yourself tagged :]

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5+ hour episode! (I am fear)

Ghostly, technicolor, dreamlike lightning crosses the sky, at the very edge of the horizon, barely visible. They see it in every direction, but not above them. Xandis also sees it, so it's not a remnant of the fey realm in their perception; Chetney also picks up "the faintest bit of a buzz to the air, like the faintest touch of the tongue to a nine-volt battery... an ever-present vibration, the taste of energy."

When Chetney was in the northern part of Wildemount, there was a time period when he saw a similar phenomenon that built up over a number of days, peaked in a brilliant display, then dissipated over a few weeks. So, like, the northern lights, but caused by magic instead of electricity.

Chetney talking about weird tea in the northern section of Wildemount, when we know he's been in the Savalirwood? Is Chetney going to be the closest link these people have to the Mighty Nein because he's met the Clays?

Also, burrowing underneath the thing with a sand worm is a great fucking plan (no sarcasm whatsoever).

When Imogen opens her mind, there is a very faint, light, ever-present static or rumble that exists on the periphery of her consciousness.

....oh. Crashing the airship into the sinkhole to hit the key is also a pretty good plan, since they can set it on a course and then jump off (Imogen can fly, Laudna can feather fall, Fearne can wildshape, Ashton can teleport), and they can rig it with explosives. The caveat being that it would cause a significant number of casualties, likely including Liliana and Ryn if they can't get out first.

FCG brings Fearne and Orym along into Imogen's dream as she focuses on her mother.

"Make a d20 roll and add your spellcraft modifier." Could've been a slip of the tongue, but that's certainly interesting in the context of CR potentially moving away from D&D 5e.

On a 24, Imogen gets pulled extremely quickly into the storm, and she stands in the midst of the familiar clouds. No ground, no field, no farm, just her and her companions.

A shadowed form emerges from the cloud, mostly made of dark immaterial, a spiritual being. The eyes, red and glowing, open. The hair becomes light purple, the shaded semblance of material half-there.

"Imogen?" "Mama." "Where are we?" "We're coming. We're coming, and I need your help." As she realizes who Imogen is and where they are, she becomes more material and tangible. An expression of surprise, concern, and a coldness.

"Imogen, you shouldn't be here." "You keep saying that. Tell me there's still part of you that cares. Tell me there's part of you that knows what you're doing is wrong." "Why is it wrong?" "You wanna destroy half the world." "I think you misunderstand what's going on here. The world will be saved at the end of this, and we'll be free." "The world will be eaten, and we'll be gone." "I wish you could see the things that I can see." "Show me."

Images cross her mind. "A massive glowing lattice in the sky, pulling apart as red fills the air above. Thousands and thousands of voices in unison, and a sense of freedom. The cries of history, snuffed in a moment. And the beginning of something new and beautiful. Like endless... possibility. Without guidance, without fate. Without this gift. And in a brief instant, you remember what it was like to not be like this. To just be... you. You return to this dream, and see in her face, this empathetic concern. I'm doing this for the both of us, and he's doing it for everyone. I know change is hard, but we've been toys since the beginning. I wish you could understand. I wish you all could understand." And the dream ends in a flash of white light as she raises her hand.

"What if we're standing in the way of change?" "Well, Imogen, I wish my family didn't have to die for her greater tomorrow."

The way Matt said "endless possibility" is living rent free in my head. It felt so obviously meant to parallel the way he said it to Caleb the first time, the way he looked at the players he knew would pick up on that echo... it felt so intentional.

"If they had such a great idea of what the world should be and what that thing was, they would fucking tell people, and instead they're making everybody miserable." Ashton absolutely has the right idea. Everybody's selfish, everybody's acting in their own self-interest, and the gods are no different but neither are mortals.

At night, they can see that the flashes of energy are outlining a net of rivers of energy. "The leylines of Exandria are beginning to glow in anticipation of the coming solstice." And Chetney swears that they're ever-so-slowly moving -- like the leylines themselves are shifting like clouds at a nearly-imperceptible speed. Both moons look normal, though.

"Ashton... who the fuck are you and where the fuck did you come from?" fucking finally, thank you Laudna

"I am... a blank slate." "I don't believe that." "Well, you wouldn't. All of you have a place that you came from, people who made you who you are -- all except for one -- and... I hate you all a little, you know that, right? I am jealous of you because I know things you don't, I know loneliness you don't, I know the truth of people that none of you do. You know things too, don't think I don't know that..."

"What... what was it like? Waking up and having them there? What was it like to come back and everyone was still there?" "It was one of the greatest feelings, because it wasn't like that the first time." These fuckers are just trading off devastating one-liners and I am living for it

"You can't trust somebody who just wants to die all the time. I've spent time trying to prevent that little robot from murdering themselves and everyone. They're dangerous, but not for the reasons they think they are." someone is finally calling FCG on their martyr complex, thank the gods

Ashton is so thoroughly convinced that they are enlightened by their pain and suffering, that they have it so much worse than everyone else and know better because of it... I can't wait for that worldview to break once and for all.

Back from break and the Hells are talking about finding an agent of the gods to talk to about this whole thing. Excellent, thank fuck

"We should contact a holy person." "Why? Do you need convincing?" laudna.

Sending to Pike from FCG: "Robot holy person here. Big god stuff going down. God eater about to be released from Ruidus on the solstice. We need your deific help. Research. Reach out to us. Ludinus involved." "Oh. Wow. Um. Okay! Robo buddy, let me see what I can find. Okay."

Ashton and Fearne learn to fly the airship!

They also learn more about brumestone: when it is excavated, it just kind of... lifts. It's easily pushed and seems to float on its own. Through arcane charge, its buoyancy is adjusted, allowing an airship to raise and lower.

Sending to "D" from FCG: "Smiley day there. Yellow automaton you sold in Bassuras, to Dancer. Do you know where you picked me up? And are there more of me?" "A wonderful surprise. That is my gift to you: a return to your own path. I pulled you from the wreckage, and your future is yours to make. There are more of you. And more to come." D has a deep, masculine voice with a nonregional accent (I think). The voice is very similar to the voice Matt used for Devexian.

Dust storm! They lose a day of travel.

The next day, the "auroras" and leylines are becoming much brighter and more prominent. There are curtains of magical energy that twist and shift, and the leylines themselves are moving so slowly, like the most miniscule shift of a rainstorm. At night, the leylines themselves are breathtakingly beautiful, and deeply ominous.

We arrive at the Calloway Hideaway, where Birdie, Ollie, Hondir, and Ira are hiding out. Here, they've made a series of what are essentially arcane battery power banks, and Ira is continuing his work on the machine.

Ira wants to destroy the Malleus Key because he's holding a grudge against Ludinus, who kicked Ira off the initial project after he got too curious. Ira wants to destroy the key to prove that he's the superior designer.

As best he knows, Ludinus wanted something that could gather a directly-focused amount of energy. The initial design was just to be an anchor, an accelerant, a bolstering device -- that was the first design, the one in the fey realm. The next was to be different, but Ira was kicked off before Ludinus told him the plan for it, so he helped the Calloways take the crown.

Ira has been using his own machine more like a telescope than anything, keeping tabs on the dig site. Through the eyepiece, it appears to "bank" imagery -- though it's pointing up, FCG gets a top-down view of the sinkhole. After a minute, the vision is interrupted, and Ira notes that the machine seems to emit a dispelling pulse every minute or so.

Apparently, the Ruby Vanguard has made a lot of talk about "breaking, reaching, locking, destroying" Ruidus. "I didn't ask too many questions... until I asked too many questions." They've also moved all of the power sources away from the eye of Ira's machine.

"Who are you praying to?" "Those who came before me." This episode is just full of amazing one-liners, isn't it?

ooooooo whispers on an insight check to see if Ira knows anything about Predathos! Looks like he doesn't though.

Half the group goes to Bassuras to find Hexum's contact. He offers them a handful of healing potions, an amulet of health (sets CON to 19), a circlet of the hidden eye (circlet of mind shielding that deals psychic damage to creatures that try to scry on you), and a belt of momentum (gives the wearer a charge attack with a 25-foot run-up).

Meanwhile, the rest of the group are having a... family therapy session with the Calloways?

Hondir notes that what work the Verity can't finish, they have passed on to "allies more capable in these final stages."

I am so afraid of whatever narrative beat Matt is trying to hit by not ending this episode at 4 hours

Every time Matt describes Ira's limbs, I can't imagine anything except a tailless whip scorpion

As for the magical items, Imogen gets the circlet, Ashton gets the belt, and Laudna gets the amulet. In the shuffle, Chetney puts on the Butcher's Bib, Imogen gives Laudna the feywild shard, and Laudna gives FCG the pearl of power.

Liam rolls an arcane wind storm! Triggered by the rising ley energies of the solstice, colorful lightning streaks across the sky and the air hums with arcana. a failed skill challenge brings the ship down and loses them a day of travel.

....the feywild shard relies on sorcery points to function, but suude gives the user sorcery points, so in theory....

"The beauty slowly becomes terrifying as the face of magic on Exandria, like it does every two centuries or so, is changing."

Another dust storm, but with this one, they're being chased by a massive phoenix-like bird that's purple and black with wings made of flame.

Ashton rage build update: when their possibility rage build is active, there is a "probability matrix" that surrounds them in an aura.

oh my god I fucking love control parties. Fearne turns the bird into a goldfish, which is promptly carried away in the gale-force wind

also, another instance of Matt saying "spellcraft modifier" instead of "spellcasting ability modifier."

....Orym has a seed in his pouch that's glowing and pulsing? he got it from a druid in Nirdal-Poc. FCG identifies it as a message bloom; upon being planted and watered, it conveys a message from Keyleth. "Orym. The Cult of the Dark Heart beneath Terrah was a challenging maze of dangers for the Ashari, but the Darkheart Behemoth was subdued and the rift returned to our control. I message you because I attempted to apprehend Vureo, the leader of this cult, but he vanished, shouting, 'the Vanguard will prevail, and the world will finally be free.' But given all that you have told me, it would seem our paths are converging. Please, let us know where this Vanguard makes its work; perhaps I can gather the Ashari to stand against Ludinus and his Vanguard."

A message back from Imogen: "Message received. They're converging at the nexus northeast of Bassuras, the Tishtan excavation point. We should be arriving in two days' time, if all goes well. Thank you." "I appreciate the heads up. We'll gather who's available and able-bodied, see that our wounded are taken care of, and attempt to meet you there as soon as possible. Be safe."

I gotta admit, I was getting pretty worried there, but I think this significantly ups the chance of the Mighty Nein or the Crown Keepers showing up, and rather than detracting from any victories the Hells achieve it really drives home the gravity of the situation.

Talking to Orym and then to Laudna.... Imogen is seriously giving off the vibes of someone who's already made a huge decision and is trying to find justification or support for it after the fact but is only getting more evidence that what she chose was wrong.

god, the character convos in this episode have been on point.

"Ashton will spend the night with a bottle of something at the back of the ship, arguing with people who aren't there." ????

(for the record, yes, you can counterspell antimagic field.)

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'For All of Us Strangers—Andrew Haigh’s second film about lonely gays in high-rises—the director tells George Fenwick about urban isolation, what queer people share between generations, and how to write a good sex scene.

When Adam (Andrew Scott) first sees Harry (Paul Mescal) in Andrew Haigh’s All of Us Strangers, he’s a literal beacon of light: a lone figure staring out from the darkness of the near-empty apartment building in which they both live. Adam, a screenwriter, lives a solitary life of writing, eating takeout and watching home renovation shows, but when Harry appears at his door with a bottle of whiskey, a cautious romance begins between these two lonely souls, adrift in the sprawl of London.

Loneliness has long been a fascination of Haigh’s—specifically, since 2011, lonely gays in tower blocks. Scott and Mescal perform isolation with painful precision, and I tell them this on a call to collect their four favorites, before I connect with their director for a longer conversation. Both actors demur, redirecting their praise towards Haigh and Jamie D. Ramsay, his director of photography. Ramsay shot Oliver Hermanus’s Moffie and Living, which also feature grappling, secluded protagonists reaching out for connection with gentle, dreamlike textures. “Playing loneliness, as much as you want to think about it, you’re actually really reliant on the DP,” Scott tells me. “In a very subtle way, it’s allowing the audience to just see a person in a room. The visual picture is very important.”

Haigh’s script, adapted from Taichi Yamada’s 1987 novel Strangers, also sends Adam into his past; while writing about his upbringing, the character takes the train to the suburb he grew up in and finds his parents (played by Claire Foy and Jamie Bell) in his childhood home—filmed in Haigh’s own boyhood home—the same age as the day they died more than 30 years earlier. Adam’s loneliness is countered by an innate desire to connect; as he bonds with Harry over their respective isolation from their families, he is also suddenly able to speak truthfully about his sexuality to the ghosts of his parents.

It’s in these impossible conversations that Haigh’s script finds its greatest catharsis. “I find the scene on the bed so upsetting,” says Mescal, “where Harry tries to make light of [his loneliness]. He tries to describe it as an inevitable thing, and you see true love between Adam and Harry, because Adam doesn’t let Harry off the hook—not in an unkind way. He’s like, ‘Why do you think that that’s okay? It’s totally not.’ He invites a very difficult conversation. [Adam and Harry] both serve as warnings to how dangerous conversations can be in a family setting. Adam has the privilege to go back and reinvestigate that parental relationship, where Harry doesn’t have that opportunity.”

Haigh, grateful for his actors, dives deeper with us to explore how he set about analyzing the relationship between romantic and parental love through Adam’s journey, the strangeness of filming All of Us Strangers in his own childhood home, and the slippery allure of clubbing.

Gay men from slightly different generations share a lot in this film—could you talk about why that distance was important, and what unites them? Andrew Haigh: I knew that I wanted them to be different generations. The whole film is about generations, and how we see the world, and how we love. I am really obsessed with what makes us different from each other, and also what makes us the same. It’s about what we share.

There is a younger generation of queer people that have had a very, very different experience than my generation, just like mine is different from the generation above. Sometimes you can get entrenched in what makes you individual, rather than seeing [that] we are sharing so much along the lines. Even though the world has changed so much, if you are any kind of outsider, you’re definitely not in the center of the mainstream. You’re on the edges of things, and it’s very easy to find yourself drifting further and further away. For some people, that’s fantastic, and they love being in that place. For other people, it can be very painful. Within queer life, sometimes that is drifting away from your family.

I love the way you depict urban isolation in the film. Why did you want to place Adam in this empty high-rise, and what does it say about 21st-century living? Urban alienation and loneliness is a real thing. We often come to cities hoping it’s going to be the answer. Lots of us grew up in the suburbs, and then we come to the city because that’s where it’s at, and when you’re a queer person, that’s where you feel like you have to go. But when you get to the city, it can be a very isolating place. It’s not easy to meet people, to communicate, there’s people everywhere, and you can get locked into your world.

For me, this is a film about someone trying to escape loneliness. I wanted, in the beginning of the film, to really sense in every frame his aloneness in the world and his need to reach out: he’s looking out at London through the windows, he’s going on the train back to his parents’, he’s always reaching out for something. That can be a difficult thing when you live in a city. You can get trapped.

How long did it take to find the perfect high-rise? It was a nightmare. The inside is actually a set. Very few apartment blocks would let us film in them, and most wouldn’t even let us photograph the outside of them, because they’re all run by huge multinational corporations. I knew I wanted it to be a part of London that is sort of new, so we tried to shoot in Vauxhall for a while, where all these new buildings have gone up. But no one would let us film, so this is in Stratford [a suburb of east London]. I like that, because it feels like it’s on the edge of something. It’s trying to be a new community, but it’s not quite bedded in yet to the surrounding world of that area. It was kind of perfect in the end: there is London, the city itself, somewhere out there on the horizon.

I went to the Westfield in Stratford to get my outfit for the BIFAs, and it does feel like the end of the world. That Westfield center, I mean, oh, my god. If we’re going to get to the end of the world, it’s that.

The way you shot the building reminded me of the monolith in 2001: A Space Odyssey—the way it felt not human, and unknowable. It’s so grand and ugly, and you feel like it’s never going to move. It’s a really unpleasant building—I mean, I’d never live there, but for people that live there, I apologize. I’m sure it’s very nice if you live there for real.

You filmed Adam’s family scenes in your own childhood home. When did you decide that would be your location? How did it then feel once you were actually standing on set with the actors in it? As I was writing, it just kept coming into my mind. I was trying to write about someone going back home, so, of course, when I’m writing, I’m so in my own head, and all I could imagine was the memories of that place where I used to live. I left there when I was eight, and I’ve never been back before the film. As we were thinking of locations, I was like, ‘Why don’t I just go there?’

I quite foolishly thought it’d be fun, but then being there was a strange experience. It felt like it was haunted somehow, which is perfect for the film. But it was haunted by my memories of being there. It’s very strange how 45 years can go by, and you can still remember everything. I could remember what the banister felt like, I could remember what the doors were like, I could just picture everything once I got in there.

I think it helped the film enormously. Because [everybody] knew it was my house, they felt like they could be more open about their own memories of childhood. So much of it, when we were there, was us all sharing stories of when we were young, and that created a magical tone, not just from me and the actors but the crew as well. When you’re trying to capture something special on screen, it’s not just about what’s on the camera—it’s everything around it. It’s the tone of the set that you create. It’s the conversations you have with everybody that can help that appear on screen.

That’s clear in the scene when Adam comes out to his mother, which is so beautifully done. It has this humor to it—for queer viewers, a lot of the clumsy things that Claire Foy’s character is saying are so familiar. It took me a long time to write [the scene], and we were all quite nervous shooting it. I’m trying to do lots of different things. I don’t want to vilify the mother necessarily in this; she’s a product of her time. She clearly loves her son, she just doesn’t understand. The idea of her son has suddenly shifted. Also, you’re telling a story about an adult who’s got over all of this, you hope, and suddenly he’s been dragged back to exactly how he used to feel in the ’80s, when all of those things that the mother says are exactly what everybody said to us all of the time. It’s almost like the emotion builds up in Adam without him even knowing it’s building up.

I like the idea that the humor comes in at the beginning, and you’re like, ‘Oh, this is so funny, and I can’t believe they say that,’ until you realize, oh, yeah, that is what people said, and it’s actually affecting Adam. I’ve been very intrigued, as some people stop laughing earlier than other people in that scene. That’s interesting, because there’s a moment when you don’t laugh anymore in that scene, and you’re like, ‘Oh, no, this is painful for Adam.’ But I quite like what that makes the audience feel, because somehow they’ve become like an accomplice in it. For a lot of people, that must be like, ‘Oh, yeah, that is also how we used to speak, and how we used to feel.’

Let’s talk about sex. The way you portray sex throughout your work is so brilliant—it’s real and tender, and 45 Years is one of the few films I can think of that allows older people a sex life on screen. Could you talk about why sex is important to you as a writer, and why those scenes are important for your characters? It’s just what you said—it’s important for the characters. I’ve always tried to think, if I’m going to do a sex scene, what is it saying? What are we showing about the character? In 45 Years, it’s a scene when they almost reconnect in a very important moment in the film, and they can’t have sex, they don’t have sex in that moment. It doesn’t really work, and it has ramifications going forward. So it’s a fundamentally important scene.

It’s the same in [All of Us Strangers]. It’s about two people understanding what the other person needs in that moment. It’s really tender, intimate, and sexy—all of the things you want sex to be. It means something. They’re also having fun, and that’s really important for this moment in the movie. I know there are people now that feel like we don’t need sex scenes in film anymore. What I think people mean is—not to put words in their mouths—they don’t want sex scenes that don’t have any other purpose other than showing sex. There’s no reason for that. But lots of us do have sex, lots of us want to have sex as part of our emotional lives.

I have to read you a review from our Letterboxd community. Kristen writes, “You can’t have a Blur’s ‘Death of a Party’ needle drop followed by Pet Shop Boys’ ‘Always on My Mind’ and not expect me to cry.” How does music inform your writing and direction? With this one, hugely. It’s almost like a musical to me, this film. At one point, Claire’s character is even singing along to a Pet Shop Boys song. All of these songs were very, very integral, [and] most of them are there in the script stage. They’re chosen to have an emotional effect, and to comment on what’s happening: ‘Death of a Party’, for example, is a strange song to have in a club during that scene, but I remember being in that club back in the ’90s, and they did play it. But it somehow speaks to what’s happening in the film—this euphoria, but also a darkness that is overlapping.

The Pet Shop Boys song was very much in there from the [start]. I love this idea that a romantic ballad can also act as an apology from a mother to a son. I think that song weirdly defines that thing I’m trying to say, which is that parental love and romantic love are so wrapped up together. Our understanding of what we want romantically comes from how we experience love in a familial setting.

I want to talk about the club scene—in a lot of films this year, club scenes have provided such pivotal moments for characters. Can you talk about why you wanted to send your characters to an iconic queer venue, the Royal Vauxhall Tavern in London, and why that was an important turning point for Adam’s story? If you look at my own queer life, when I started feeling comfortable about things, I was going out clubbing a lot. In some weird sense, because time is very slippery in this film, their decision to go clubbing, which comes directly after Adam having that conversation with his dad, made sense to me. But the thing about clubbing and going out a lot, it is both incredibly euphoric—you’re in a collective place with other people like you—and there can be an edge to it that you can slip off. You can lose your moorings a little bit.

Queer clubbing is so fundamental to that community, and has been for a very, very long time, so I wanted to make sure there was a scene that felt like it was talking about both the highs and lows of what that can be. Plus, it’s a way for me—I don’t go out that much anymore—to go back and remember how I used to feel when I was out in those places.

You’ll have to have a UK opening party at the RVT. That’s what I thought! It’s definitely where there should be [one]—I spent a lot of the late ’90s in that place.'

[squeerpia]

Ey can I ask you about serial experiments lain? I watched the anime and I could use some help

I've probably had this in my darfts for years and I am answering now your question I'm sorry but here we go.

⚠️⚠️ I might include a bunch of spoilers so SPOILER ALERT and read carefully if you want to watch this show for the first time. Also TW because we might speak about topics like s*icid*, d*ssoc*ation and cults. ⚠️⚠️

Every episode is called layer 1 to 13 and those layers have also a name that is associated with the theme that is exploring the episode:

Layer 1: Weird

Layer 2: Girls

Layer 3: Psyque

Layer 4: Religion

Layer 5: Distortion

Layer 6: Kids

Layer 7: Society

Layer 8: Rumors

Layer 9: Protocol

Layer 10: Love

Layer 11: Infornography

Layer 12: Landscape

Layer 13: Ego

The first scene of the first episode, Chisa, a girl that studies in the same secondary school as our main character, Lain, k*lls h*rself jumping off a building. The death is not at all explicit as we start to see the kind of scenario that the show is going to portray: flashing lights, blurry backgrounds, scenarios that don't really make sense but they are understandable and the constant focus on cables or wires. That's where the play on words begins: the alias of the internet in this show is called the wired, which ties with the name of the layer 1, the weird. The wired is introduced to us through a chain of emails that Chisa is sending to her schoolmates after her death, saying that she found God in the wired and inciting everyone to commit s*icid* too, so they can find God. When Lain reads the email she starts to deep dive throuhg the wired to find out what is it really about. The wired sounds very similar to weird, the unknown, which keeps deepning in the misterious and dreamlike atmosophere that is being constructed. It also sounds like wires, which are all around the city. That's a representation of the collide between the real (the city) and the unknown, the virtual, the alternative or, in this case, the wired. This can also be seen in Lain, that is obviously related to line, as a connection or a bridge between the werid and the real world.

Layer 01: weird

These play on words keep going in layer 2, Girls, when Lain meets with some girls from her class to go to a night club called Cyberia. The annomalies keep going, as they encounter a catfish of Lain, a girl that looks identical to her and keeps causing problems around the club. They also find an unspecified drug, in the form of a capsule, that turns into a microchip in their hands. This ties up with the next episode, layer 3, psyche. Lain receives a microchip to enhance the potency of her computers, the ones that she has been using to dive through the wired. It was an annonimus gift from a group called the Knights. All these elements are bringing another layer to the wired: there is not only a collision between real world and virtual world, there is also a fusion between mind (psyche) and the machine. This will be touched up upon later, but mind or psyche is not only refering to the concious or the actions of the person that gets in touch with the machine, but the identity and humanity of the person that is slowly transfering into it, even in a spiritual way. That bring us to layer 4, Religion.

Here, we are introduced to phantoma, an online game made by these group, The Knights. It is used by them as a kind of "recruitment" for their mission, which is to connect as many people as possible to the Wired to begin their "ascension" to a hyperreality (the Wired). It is seen as a mimic of heaven in the spiritual sense, where your soul goes once it leaves your body, but the ascending is not through a moral doctrine, that makes you deserving of the paradise once you die. The promise is that if you commit su*c*de, you'll ascend to the Wired, and they use these microchips and techno-drugs seen in layer 2 and 3 to introduced people into the sensorial experience of the Wired until they don't even need a computer or any device to connect to phantoma, as their mind is already connected. Phantoma is a hook for young teens that are into games and get trapped until they are so merged with the server that if they lose/die in the game, they die in real life too. This obssesions and connections between the virtual world and human behaviours is a commentary on abuse of technogy and dehumanisation of human relationships, how they distort our personalities and the vision we have of other people (this is usually shown through all the catfishes that are shown like the mother and the daughter that are connected in phantoma) and the withdrawal of real life relationships, as Lain sinks more into the Wired and isolates herself from everyone and upgrades more and more her computer. This is also showing how the wired distorts human relationships and human minds, as we are been shown the split in Lain's identity through her contact with this virtual world: there is this agressive Lain we saw in the club, a passive femcel rot girl summer Lain that was shown from the begining and a new skilled and proactive and obssesive Lain that wants to endure her knowledge of the Wired. This brings the next episode, layer 5, Distortion.

The separation between the three Lains becomes real, and the three take action separated from each other. Most of the action takes place this time in the city, where "God" is talking as a voice in off to the audience (it's kinda breaking the third wall but not really because those inner speeches as narration for a scene are common in anime) about the deviance of the capitalist society, that has become purposeless and they need to trascend to the Wired (very Cult like rethoric). The active Lain is trying to stop the Knights, that are spreading these words through paper tissues to random people in the streets (kinda dumb and kinda genius) while agressive Lain is sabotaging her manipulating traffic lights to cause accidents and stop her. The contact with the Wired has split these two parts appart from the original Lain: one that is connected to the real world and the life of those who live there; and another one that is connected to the virtual world and is looking for the trascendance of humanity to the Wired. The original Lain is laying in the middle, unable to reconcile with both parts of her psyque.

Layers 03 and 04: psyque and religion

Layer 6, Kids, I'm not gonna lie, is a mess. Not because it's bad, I mean that we had like five episodes where half of it is just Lain walking around liminal semi-empty spaces with a weird soundscape and now there's so much random shit happening at the same time that it bothered me. It's not even that much action and we still have a good amount of weird cryptic dialogs but Idk the rythm here was kinda messy. The important parts of the episode are at the begining when Lain is talking to a stranger in the Wired and the mention "the next project" (she's talking to the Knights) and when Lain while hanging up with her schoolmates in the street sees herself in the sky as if she was god opening the clouds and a bunch of people adoring her and after Alice (one of the girls from her friend group) sees it she reacts like wtf is that Lain??? And it seems like no one else sees it because she acts like nothing happened after and everyone is totally fine with it. I know I'm been dramatic, it's surreal not a plot hole but idk man I didn't like that, at least act shocked. Anyways, Lain connects again to the Wired at home and we see her again walking around a dark void in silence again and someone makes an Alice's adventures in Wonderland, which is kinda fitting with the show. She starts a weird dialog in another empty liminal space that's very Alice in Wonderland like (play on words and riddles) until she ask a random dying scientist about KIDS (a hit that was given to her in the dialog, she thought it was phantoma because it traps gamer™ kids until they die). He tells her that someone learned about his experiments to create phantoma, using the PSI (a power I guess) of children. He did an experiment where he extracted the PSI from a whole buch of children to connect their mind into a bigger energy but it was unstable and all the children died. This experiment is KIDS and the Knights are using the simulation of phantoma to recreate the experiment, as all the data has been leaked in the Werid. Conveniently when Lain asks why tf did he want to do this experiment the answer is something along the lines of "I thought I would be cool" like mixing mentos with coke to see what happens. Whatever, this episode is not my favorite, but out of context it's hilarious.

In layer 7, society, the Knights are revealed as normal people: they are not an underground society (like the illuminatis or that sort of things), they're just everyday people that happened to be hackers. This touches a bit on the catfish commentary that was shown before, but distorsion of identity can become distorsion of perception too. In the lines of the cult behaviour, an idea of union and the dehumanisation and allienation from society can make everyday people become attrocious and elevate a random person on the internet to a god-like status. Meanwhile, the Knights are able to take down the local police's website (based) and some agents from Tachibana General Laboratories (they're like the Microsoft of this show but they also create the technogy that keeps up the Werid, seems like they have a weird monopoly going on) take Lain to talk to a man in an empty room and they have (again) a cryptic and weird dialog but with the difference that these men acknowledge that Lain's identity is tearing appart from the contact with the Wired and they force a switch between femcel Lain into proactive Lain (Lain from the Wired). It could be seen before but the different Lains are taking more and more control over the life of the original Lain until she feels completly depersonalized and can't remember anything about her. The purpose of this visit to a man in black in an empty space is, obviously, not explained but as they seem to be tracking the Knights to stop them they might have wanted proactive Lain as a potential source of information . In the end, she does not want to collaborate with them, as she sees them as dangerous as the Knights.

Layers 08, 10 and 12: Rumors, Love and Landscape

In layer 8, Rumors, everything starts falling appart and happening in weird dark multichromatic voids or dark long corridors or empty spaces and there's almost no dialog. Original Lain after her mental breakdown where she finds out she knows nothing about her family or herself starts spiriling into a crisis because the very little human and authetic relationship that she has, with Alice, is been sabotaged by aggresive Lain because she's a b and proactive Lain is out to stop her. After this it's revelation after revelation. First, Lain is not real, she does not know anything about herself because she's a software, so she's not a real person connecting into the Werid but a Werid product connecting into the real world. Second, the Lains that appeared on screen are representations of the id (impulsive and aggresive Lain), the ego (plathpilled femcel laying in her bed all day contamplating shy dissociated probably mitski fan Lain) and the superego (proactive Lain that's trying to repress aggresive Lain's impulses). Third, the so called God was a designer working un Tachibana General Laboratories, and was creating Protocol 7. Protocol 6 is the technology that susteins the Wired and can be used along the psyque (the microchip) to project yourself into it. Protocol 7 is the trascendance that the Knights are talking about, a technology that allows you to uplode your mind to the Wired. So God (I don't remember his name and I can't be bothered to look it up again in the wikia) basicly uploaded himself to the Wired and when they found out this at Tachibana General Laboratories they fired him but it was todo late and he k*ll3d h1ms*lf. He founded the Knights and created Lain.

Layer 9, Protocol, tbh it's so cryptic, too much nerd stuff. They talk something about the Schumann Resonance and dolphin communication with aliens and some aliens appear and talk to Lain like...I don't know anything about physics, I'm not going to touch on that topic. In layer 10, love, Lain has to face that everything she's lived was a lie (Lain is pronounced like line but also like lying) and her father is leaving her home as his work is over. The Knights are being prosecuted and killed by Tachibana General Laboratories and making it seem like s*icid*s while they're trying to erase God from Protocol 6. This episode touches on love, the different kinds of unconditional love that kept the project functioning: from Lain's father love to her, even tho he knew it was an scenario, the love that believers show to a God, that make it's existance needed and therefore mantains it alive (they basicly say that God is a product of our minds). God needs love from Lain to exists, but she refuses to believe in him. In layer 12, Landscape, when God presents in front of her and Alice, Lain deligitimazes him as God and says that God is actually herself so he turns into a monstrous creature and Lain destroys him. I haven't touched on layer 11, Infornography, yet but it's because it's kind of a transition episode where Lain is connecting to the wired and has a bunch of flahsbacks (like a 0% to 100% upload) and it's kinda cute because it touches on the love and sense of longing that she has towards Alice. In layer 13, ego, Lain erases herself from the real world so no one remembers her, using her God Status. She has a conflict between what's right and what she wants that is identical to The End of Evangelion but with a cuter resolution. She promises Alice she will visit her after she leaves the real world and when she visits her, Alice is married and does not remember Lain but she keeps by her side, as love is what defines her existance.

Okay I think that's it. Idk if there is any doubts left but probably I'm not gonna be able to answer it because this show might be my second favoutire anime but is confusing as fuck. I hope you found it helpful, even if it's three years later.

[offwilds]

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

Twilight is approaching and dusk falling as they stand on her balcony together, watching the sun retreat behind the frosty mountain peaks.

There is a dream-like quality that falls over them, embellished by the sound of the waves crashing against the docks below and the sunlight that spills in through the clouds, dappling her crown to foot. She is rigid at his side, ever cold and distant as she clings to the railing before her, star-pale, celestial, dreamlike, not quite here nor there: her violet eyes are glazed over, unseeing as she fiercely buries her gaze into the world before them. She stands tall and unmoving, her delicate shoulders hard and stiff with floods of emotion that threaten to overspill and drown her, yet she remains, ever dispassionate, unwilling to yield to the whims of her sorrow, her anger, the flooding, drowning grief that's been trailing after her since the fires. She's cold and detached from everything around her, some ancient, mythical creature cut out of marble. She's ravishing. She's haunting, and though his presence is a definitive and welcome deviation from how her day has gone thus far, she takes no pleasure in him seeing her in such a state.  It is sorely evident that someone or something has burrowed beneath her skin and set her teeth on edge.  (— and surely it is only her fortune that Aldric of all people had been the one to find her standing amidst the raucous waves of her impending ire. )

She stirs at his side at the sound of his voice, his words summoning forth her attention from the depths of the darkness she's buried it into, and she tears her gaze away from the mouth of the ocean, instinctively seeking him out. She looks at him in silence. Her eyes, wide open, assume an ardent violet colour, two gleaming shards of crushed amethysts as they sweep over him, and she cannot help the sigh that soon spills of her parted lips, too, that softer, quieter tone of voice that Aldric used so infrequently returning unbidden, weaving between the anxious beats of her heart. She does not say anything; for a long while, she only stares at him, her dark, violet eyes, shining in the late evening light that streams over the both of them, her face stark and bright, veiled by a black, rippling shock of curls. She sighs again, swallows thickly, something very akin to desperation shining wet and terrible in her eyes now as she stares at him with hungered fervour, as she moves closer, quiet, still, distant, still, her body stiff and cold. She lets her silence hang in the air between them as she stares at the witcher, several sentiments stirring in her chest, some far more easily identifiable than others.  The only one she knows for certain is a growing feeling of warmth with his presence near her: he is familiar—an anchor in his own right. He makes her real.

Wordlessly, her hands reach out, fingertips skating over the hard lines of his jaw.  He is flesh and blood, warm to the touch in spite of his coldness; he's real, he's hers, he's everything she's ever wanted, this daughter of Chaos, forever hungered for the world; he's enough.

Still, she does not speak of neither grief nor anger; she will not talk about expectations now, about the road that lies, long and dark and full of terror, ahead of them. She only whispers, “You entertain death too much... You can't go after it, this time.” she speaks of Morgante, naturally, although he does not know it: of that which is to come and has now been heralded to her by her arrival in her dreams, the nightmares that have been plaguing her for days now. Something is coming for them. Something cruel and terrible. “ Promise me you will stay, Aldric.” she seeks to draw the witcher closer now, enveloping him in her arms. Her hands travel up to rest at the base of his neck and she stares up at him through the dark thicket of her lashes, her eyes blazing. “Promise me.”  For these several seconds, there is no distance; there's no sacrifice, no death, no darkness trailing after them; there is only this, there's only him, alive and here, with her, and she is content to let the rest of the world fade into the background.

@ofgradobor

[astorythatwritesitself]

Fic back Friday!

Saw @korblez doing this, seems like a fun thing jump on :D Highlighting the works of others- and yourself, because self promo is also important! I've been reading a fair bit, so starting with rec(s):

Third Wheel by @aceghosts

He always looked like someone’s disappointed dad when he frowned. Jack thought he was boring for an assassin; He should have been more fun. He should have been running around snapping necks, showing off those killer instincts. Krios should have been bragging about his kills; instead, he would deflect and ask about something else. BORING! No wonder Shepard was fucking into him. They made the most boring couple alive.

Short but a very fun read! (T, no archive warnings apply)

K-O-K-O-M-O by @imaghost713

Keesh curls into a small ball and shuts his eyes. Surrounded by his clan, he rests, and waits for his body to heal.

It always does

One of the first Mass Effect fics/authors I ever found. Still can't play through Omega without thinking about this story, honestly. (T, warning for graphic depictions of violence)

As for mine... in the spirit of bringing back older things, here's one that isn't even on AO3! I've been working on a rewrite, but for posterity's sake, here's the original text from damn near twelve years ago.

The Battle Was Won

The minds were sluggish, slow to wake and slower to comprehend.

Alarm shot through when the lack of sensation was recognized, a lack of cold or warmth or sight or scent- it was nothing but darkness, nearly nothing but void. Everything was still, silent and peaceful. A hard won peace at that, trillions of our kind being lost in the battles. But they had prevailed.

'We will always prevail.'

The booming voice and its words comforted us, alarm giving way to peace and admiration for him, the one who faced certain death and survived, allowing us to exist.

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We knew we had eternity to exist, and many tens of thousands of years before action would be taken again,  abundant time to wonder and learn. We learned the voices of the legion, voices that would sound identical to lesser beings, but among themselves, each voice was a world apart from the next.  We learned of the few who had been lost to such lesser beings through strokes of blind luck or from the folly of pride,  and we learned to never underestimate them.

'Our kind are infinitely stronger,' the battle-scarred one had told us, 'but they fear us.'

That had been enough for us to understand. Memories were shared among us, flashes of gunfire and explosion, of small creatures fleeing from our kin, of ships darting back and forth until one fell.  In their fear, they grew bold, and would fight to the last of their kind if it meant ending even one of ours.

We knew this. We pitied them. We admired their struggle to remain in the face of change, and condemned their resistance to be uplifted so, to be given salvation!

'Why do they fear us?' we asked.

The multitude answered, 'we are unknown.'

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Light!

We had never seen such a thing before, but our dreamlike drifting had brought us to the distant glow of far-off stars and worlds, and we could not help but cry out in delight.  It was there the fleet ceased to move, and when they truly woke.

Our minds quickened, questions and half-lost memories bubbling over so we could hardly contain ourselves, but we kept silent. We listened. We heard talk of one venturing to the stars, one who would observe low life as it grew, who would determine when the time was right to harvest.

We heard our name.

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We were eager to learn, so we were sent, and we were alone for the first time in our lives. The comfort of the now-sleeping fleet that floated in the void was a necessary sacrifice for this opportunity- we would still have contact, but it would not be the constant strains of thought and dreams we had been wrapped in since our first moment of awareness.

No longer would we be able to share in their dreams of times long past, the rise of civilizations followed by the inevitable uplifting (though we knew that, to them, it was destruction- and in times of resistance, even we had to admit this), followed by long periods of our rest and their rebirth, no one cycle ever greatly resembling the other. Our kind had allowed to grow in their random ways, but in the end, they were guided by great relics ones infinitely older had crafted, relics we were seeing for the first time.

Distant memory, those trickled-down dreams that had passed for eons, they paled in comparison to truly seeing the Relay. We were still and silent, overcome, in reverence of those who made such a device. So smooth in form, so flawless even after so many millions of years, and would remain flawless for billions more to come.

Minds within, voices of our own multitude, spoke and reminded us of the task, revived our desire to observe these new lives, to see more than the void we were born in and the half-lost dreams we dreamed.

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We were no longer connected to the dreams of the fleet, but we had our own dreams, when the many within slept.

We dreamed verdant fields and cool waters, we dreamed a clouded sky and the longing to touch those gleaming stars that hung just out of reach. We dreamed wild thoughts, mad ideas that ended in the deaths of hundreds but the salvation of countless others, we dreamed the thrill of discovery, a thrill we were learning in our waking life.

So many worlds, yet we felt no surprise. We passed over many, so primitive that they didn't even deserve mention. We lingered by some, watching small creatures taking their first steps towards higher reasoning, and we wondered which would be the first to find the Citadel, something only known to us in name and fading memories.

A ripple of laughter passed through us when we willed the memory of there, of flashing lights and countless beings, beings that only survived in our dreams. Faces flashed before us, and for a moment, there was sorrow. We wondered, why were they lost?

Why were they not allowed to survive and carry on for future harvest? Our numbers would destroy the others, overtake them in a beat of their hearts, and we could spend less time drifting aimlessly. Others thought, why return to this place at all? We had seen the faintest of lights at other times in our hibernation, a galaxy far from here, one certainly teeming with all sorts of life. Still others countered that such life would certainly be able to overtake us- it was unlikely they would destroy us all, but our numbers would fall, and we could not allow that.

Voices within shouted and argued, until one stronger than the rest silenced them, brought them to remember our task.

For a a moment, there was no 'we'.

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The order to ignore too primitive or lifeless worlds had been unanimously removed in favor of scouring every system,  every planet, every new thing found. Organic life, primitive and flawed as it may have been, was astonishing. From small cells, there came so many, and in so different forms, unlike our kind. There may have been subtle variations, but we all looked so similar, unlike the memories of life we still held to, even as they slipped away.

The voices of many began to fade into a single rumble, but individual thoughts still remained, and we wondered again- was it right to uplift the most worthy, and destroy the rest? Should life not be allowed to continue and decline in its own time, rather than be cut down in its prime? Some insisted that it should, some insisted they would simply tear each other apart in war and destruction, as we had seen so often in the shared dreams of the fleet.

It was then that the voice spoke again.

"What we give, they might only achieve by chance in their own time," it said. "What we take, we need, if we wish for our kind to survive. We preserve- what cannot be welcomed is still given purpose. They call it evil, cruel, they do not understand, but we cannot find fault in that. They do not understand because they are incapable.

"We give them salvation from themselves, from others, from wars that would destroy all in the end. Through us, they survive. They will share their dreams, their lives with us, and from that, we grow."

We continued, single minded from the words of our Voice. We were salvation, no matter how much was destroyed. We could not allow stagnation, so we would reap the greatest, preserving them at their peak, to exist forever when they would otherwise become dust, lost to the universe.

And we were content.