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[bloodtwin]

puck would never be a professor so jot that down. in a college AU, he would have to be a student. he'd study biology & be on the wrestling team. :o)

[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-nine

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: PLEASE, we are begging you guys. Take your time with this one, so many different emotions throughout. Its a big fucking deal and read it slow, immerse yourself in this world while listening to the playlist. Enjoy my lovelies. 😉

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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NOAH

"I'm so fucking glad we're staying in a hotel the next few days," Folio groaned as we walked down the long hallway of the hotel.

I nodded in agreement. "I can't believe the tour is almost over; our last show is tomorrow night."

With our last show tomorrow night, we were spending the next few nights in a hotel and we all planned to take flights back home so we could get there faster. Hollow Souls were also staying in this hotel but they were a floor beneath us but it seemed the farther I went from Y/N, those imaginary pull strings inside of my heart tightened. If it hurt this bad when she was a floor underneath, how bad would it hurt when she was a state away?

As far as I knew, she still had plans to go back to Vegas because that's where her home was, granted it was with Trey. There wasn't a part of me that was worried she would go back to him; I knew she wouldn't. Ever since they fired him, Hollow Souls has been thriving. They posted on their social media pages that Trey was kicked out of the band due to personal reasons and while most of their fans complained about them kicking out their main vocalist, there was a select few that were excited to see what the future of Hollow Souls looked like.

Y/N was upset at first that so many of their fans were boycotting them now because they decided to kick Trey out.

"Seems like they only care about Trey's vocals when I'm the one that actually wrote our songs."

It took a while of Malcolm and Chase talking to her to realize that their future together as a band was looking bright. They could reinvent themselves.

I filled in for the last two shows but after playing my set for thirty minutes before their hour-and-a-half set, my voice was getting raw and sore so Matt thought it be best if I didn't fill in for the last show. I was going to argue, not wanting to let them down, but Chase reassured me they'd figure out what to do for the last show.

Y/N has been glowing since Trey left, slowly becoming a better woman in front of all of us; to me, she'd always been perfect. But we could all see her confidence growing. With her face in the dirt far too many times with Trey, she finally said enough; it doesn't hurt anymore. As all of his lies crumbled down, Y/N found a new life.

To say all of us were proud of her was a fucking understatement.

"Hey," Jolly bumped shoulders with mine, pulling me from my thoughts as we stopped in front of the door to his room. "Bryan wants us ready to go in twenty minutes."

Oh, right.

We were currently in Oregon and Bryan planned some time today on our off day to visit one of the national parks here to take some promo photos of us.

"Yeah, I'll be ready to go. I need to change quickly and I'll meet you guys down in the lobby," I said as I walked down a few more doors until I stopped in front of my room; the one I was sharing with Nick.

He patted my shoulder as he walked past me into the room. "You should ask if Y/N wants to come with."

I shrugged off his words, trying not to make it seem that I'd been tossing around the idea for the last hour when Bryan first told us about his plan.

"She might have plans with Chase and Malcolm," I said while tossing my suitcase onto the bed, quickly rifling through the clothes to find something to change into.

"She doesn't. Last I heard, Chase and Malcolm are going out tonight so Y/N will be alone," Nick raised a suggestive brow.

With a long sigh, I turned to face him. "You already planned this, didn't you?"

"It was Chase's idea," he answered.

Rolling my eyes, I pulled out my phone to send a text to Y/N.

Get dressed, I'll be by your room in fifteen minutes.

She responded quickly before I had the chance to set my phone down.

Care to tell me where we're going?

All you need to know is to dress warm, angel.

You're full of surprises. See you soon, mochi. Room 245.

"Mochi?" I chuckled to myself while pocking my phone.

With a smile playing at my lips and my heart pounding loudly in my heart at the nickname, I tossed on a fresh hoodie and my tan jacket, opting to leave my hair down. Nick finished getting dressed when I did and once we stepped out in the hallway, Jolly and Folio were already waiting for us right outside our door.

"Fuck," I cursed while clutching my chest. "You scared the shit out of me, Folio."

"Too busy thinking about Y/N, huh?" He gave a playful smile.

Shoving him on the shoulder, I mentioned we needed to stop by her room before heading down to the lobby.

Jolly adjusted the guitar bag on his back. "She's coming with?"

I hesitantly nodded. "Is that alright? Nick said she was alone, and I felt bad if we left her while we did something."

They all smirked at my rambling as we took the stairs down one floor, our footsteps echoing in the small confined space.

"Of course it is, we don't mind when she tags along," Jolly said.

Coming to a stop in front of door 245, I gently rapped my knuckles against it and waited for her petite voice to carry through the wood. It was silent for a few moments, nerves ate away at my stomach as I wondered why she wasn't answering yet.

I knocked once again, this time with a bit more force, and breathed a little when a loud curse sounded from the other side.

"Hang on, someone's at the door."

I looked over to Nick with a raised brow, and he merely shrugged. "Chase and Malcolm are gone so I don't know who she's talking to."

The door opened with a quick brush of air, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight in front of me. Y/N was dressed in a pair of black tights, and a deep orange sweater that rested to the middle of her thighs, and her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. I had to resist the urge to wrap my fingers through it to pull her back to me as she turned back into the room.

"Give me two minutes, I have to get my shoes," She said while clutching her phone to her ear. "No, Dad. Not you. I've got plenty of time to talk."

While the rest of the guys hung out in the hallway, I leaned against the wall right next to her bed and watched her as she slipped on her typical Doc Martin, nodding every so often to something her dad was saying on the other end of the phone.

"Dad, you seem to forget that you're seventeen hours ahead of me right now," she laughed causing my heart to flutter. "It's only noon here. Wait, why are you calling me so early? Isn't it your day off?"

She paced around the room looking for something and realizing what it was; I grabbed her bag and slung it over my shoulder. "I got it."

Y/N smiled her thanks before the conversation with her dad took her attention again. "No, I haven't talked to Mom in a while…. well, the last time she tried to guilt trip me into staying with her when the tour was over…I'm not staying at Trey's place anymore. We broke up.…..yea, long time coming, tell me about it….I'm sure I'll figure it out but I'm not staying in Vegas anymore…..hell yes I'm keeping Salem; asshole doesn't do shit for my cat."

I couldn't ignore the way my stomach flipped hearing that she didn't plan on staying in the same state as Trey.

"I can't move in with Malcolm or Chase because they're actually finding their own place together…Dad, they're dating; have been for the last six months…Yeah, that will explain exactly why Chase and I never got together."

I chuckled as I thought of her dad trying to set up her and Chase.

"You saw videos from the show last night?" There was a clear shock in her voice as she continued to talk with her dad as she rushed around the room getting ready.

"I'm surprised because you don't even know how to work face time," she giggled. "Oh, he's a friend of ours. We've been touring with his band for the last few weeks. Yeah, he filled in the last couple of shows….you think so? That's what everyone is saying online."

Her gaze flicked up to mine as her lips parted slightly, whatever her dad said made her give a long pause.

"Just a friend, dad." Then she turned swiftly on her heels away from me to whisper something low into the phone.

"I'm sorry," she mouthed to me with a pulled expression as she looked over her shoulder..

I waved her off. "Take your time."

"Dad, you know I miss you but I can't move to Japan; not now. But yes, I promise to visit you as soon as I can."

Eventually, after another minute, she said goodbye before hanging up with an audible groan. "Don't get me wrong, I love my dad but sometimes he forgets we talk almost every other day. He wants a play-by-play of my life every time."

"He wants you to visit?" I questioned.

She nodded while slipping into a jacket. "Yeah but its hard to find time. You need more than a weekend to visit Japan; there's so much to do."

"Yeah," I pushed her hand away when she went to reach for her bag. "I've got it."

"Noah, you don't have to carry my bag," she chuckled.

I shrugged. "I don't mind. Ready?"

"Yep," she smiled that heart-stopping smile.

When she walked past me towards the open door, my fingers grazed the inside of her wrist to stop her.

"Mochi?" I asked.

"Yes," she responded immediately. "Because you're the sweetest and your tummy is soft."

She poked her finger into my stomach before letting out a loud shriek of laughter as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders to bring her into my embrace, the both of us walking to the doorway where the guys were waiting.

"Malcolm and Chase are going to meet us once they're finished with their date," Y/N said.

"I'll text them the address," Nick said while pulling out his phone.

"Where are we headed?"

"The mountains," Folio answered with a smile.

"Ooh," she slipped out of my embrace, much to my dismay, to rummage around her suitcase for a book before she came back to me, lifting my arm and throwing it over her shoulder once again. "Now I'm ready."

Resisting the urge to press a kiss to her forehead, I set my sunglasses over my eyes and pulled her along with me as she let the door close behind us and ignored the smug look Nick threw my way as we walked past him; Y/N wrapping an arm around my back.

NOAH

"Can you believe how many people are calling for us to collaborate? It's all over Twitter," Nick said while browsing on his phone.

"Shit, really?" Y/N peered over from the back seat so she could gaze down at Nick's phone, who sat in front of her.

I was driving the van to the location that Bryan chose for our photo shoot but Folio called shotgun before she could which earned a cute little pout on her lips; lips that I wanted so bad to taste once again. So she sat in the far back with Jolly while Nick and Bryan sat in the middle. It was weird not having Chase or Malcolm with us since we did everything together on our off days.

"What are they saying?" I wondered while keeping my eyes on the road.

"Fans want you to feature on Hollow Souls next album," Y/N grinned as our eyes locked in the rearview mirror for a few seconds.

I hummed while pulling the van to a stop at the park's entrance. "I'm around whenever you need me, angel."

Once we all piled out, I met Jolly and Bryan at the back of the van to help them unload the equipment while Y/N chatted quietly with both of the Nicks, and out of the corner of my eye; I marveled at how goddess-like she looked with the afternoon sun casting her with her own aura glow. Jolly caught me staring because he smacked my chest before handing me the guitar he brought.

"You could ask her out, ya know," Bryan smirked.

I snapped my gaze over to him. "I can't."

"Why not? It's clear she feels the same since she's here right now," he said.

A long sigh fell from my lips as I ran a hand over my face. "It's not that easy, guys."

Bryan rolled his eyes and then hung his camera from his neck. "I mean you've already kissed, how much easier could things be between you two?"

"You told him?" I seethed at Jolly, who held up his hands.

"I didn't say anything. You two give it away with all the romantic googly-eye shit," he chuckled while he and Bryan began walking up the long trail toward the top of the mountain where we planned on taking the pictures.

"Hey," Y/N smiled as she bounded up next to me. "Little photo shoot?"

Immediately the scowl that followed Byran and Jolly turned into a warm smile, matching Y/N's, and I nodded. We began walking step in step, hands brushing against each other every so often, and I nearly linked fingers with her more than once. However, when we reached some rocky terrain while walking up a hill, Y/N cursed herself for not wearing smarter shoes.

"Here," I bent low in front of her and patted to my back.

"No, you're not carrying me," she tried to laugh it off, but I knew she was nervous about me carrying her weight on my back.

"Angel."

I peered over my shoulder in time to see her place her hands low on her hips.

"Mochi," she teased back with a small smirk.

My heart skipped a long beat at hearing the nickname again. It sounded so fucking sweet falling from her lips; almost as much as my actual name sounded.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," I said, still bent low at my knees.

Y/N pulled at the bottom of her sweater dress. "I don't want to give these bozos a show."

She threw a thumb over her shoulder towards both Nick's who walked a few paces behind her. I rose to my knees and gave her a suggestive smirk while closing the distance between us.

"What color are they?"

"Uh," Y/N stammered but quickly recovered. "A cute olive green. Looks great against my skin tone."

A low noise vibrated in the back of my throat and I stood straighter as Folio walked passed just in time to feel the growing sexual tension.

"Either you hop on his back or I will," he joked as he and Nick walked passed us.

She stared up at me and slowly licked her lips, an action I watched carefully through my sunglasses. "Noah?"

"Yes, angel?"

"You have a cute nose," her voice was quiet, and I thought I misheard her.

I titled my head to the side. "My nose?"

"Yeah. It's just the perfect size for your facial structure," she finished with a boop to my nose.

I scrunched up my face. "Did-did you just boop my nose?"

"See!" She pointed to my face. "You look so fucking cute; it's insane."

"Angel, literally," I breathed a low chuckle.

"Mochi, literally," she mocked while sticking her tongue out.

My fingers itched to grab it but Bryan's loud voice echoed through the trees from far ahead. "Let's go you losers! You're holding us up."

I swear to-.

"What will it be, angel?" I asked.

Y/N dramatically sighed before motioning for me to spin around, which I did with a quick wink.

"If you drop me, I swear to Hades," She grumbled while adjusting her dress.

The warmth radiated from her in giant waves as her legs wrapped around my sides and I hooked my arms underneath her thighs to hoist her up.

"I swear to Hades that I will not drop you," I promised while walking up the steep hill towards the rest of the guys. "Do you actually pray to the Greek Gods?"

She flicked my ear. "No, silly. I just like to joke around with them. They're my favorite mythology."

"Will you teach me about them?

"I'm honored you asked; I'd love to," she ran her fingers through my long hair and I briefly let my eyes flutter shut at the calming feeling.

"Only if you let me braid your hair."

My eyes snapped open. "Uh, we'll see about that."

She flicked my ear again. "You're no fun."

Hooking her tighter against me, I closed the distance between us and the guys in a few long strides. Nick gave the two of us a look as I set Y/N down gently on her feet, she quickly pulling down her dress.

"You didn't see shit," she pointed a firm finger to all of us.

"Nope."

"Nothing."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Bryan held up his camera and snapped a few pictures of Y/N; who in return, flipped him the finger.

I watched with a racing heart as she messed around with the guys, almost as if she'd been part of our little group for years.

"Alright," Y/N pulled the book out of her bag. "I'll let you guys do your thing. If you need me, I'll be reading over there."

She pointed to the edge of the mountain that looked over the small lake we drove past to get here.

"Be careful, angel," I warned.

"I'll be fine," Y/N rolled her eyes but as she turned, she tripped over a rock and stumbled a bit before standing straight.

I raised a teasing brow at her while crossing my arms over my chest. "What was that?"

"Fuck you," she taunted with her middle finger.

Don't tempt me, angel.

The next hour passed in a blur as we took countless pictures, just having a fun, relaxing time. Every so often, my gaze would fall onto Y/N as she leaned up against a large willow tree, book perched in her lap. The wind blew through her ponytail every so often and I marveled at how fucking breathtaking she looked when her face would scrunch in surprise with whatever she was reading.

I knew from the moment I stepped off our bus the first day of the tour when I saw her standing amongst the group; when we first met. It wasn't the typical love at first sight bullshit Folio talks about that happens in the movies. It was more like a familiarity, almost like 'oh, hello. It's you. It's always going to be you.'

"Noah, could you take a little step forward," Bryan directed.

Snapping my gaze away from Y/N reluctantly, I followed Bryan's orders for another long few minutes until he decided we got enough pictures. I motioned towards Y/N, who still had her nose perched in her book, and Bryan knew what I silently was saying because he snapped a few pictures of her.

Malcolm and Chase walked up just as we finished our photoshoot so a quick idea came to my mind.

"Angel," I called.

She looked up. "Hm?"

Not saying anything, I waved her, Malcolm, and Chase over to our position which they did hesitantly.

"If Bryan is cool with it," I pointed to him. "What do you guys say for a Hollow Souls photoshoot? New and reimagined?"

Bryan immediately agreed. "Let me change out some things and we can get started.

Chase and Malcolm also agreed with a nod. "I think it'll be good for us."

"You guys don't have to do this for us," Y/N stated. "You've already done so much for us, Noah by filling in."

I shrugged while stuffing my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans. "I take care of the people I care about."

She pondered my words for a long moment and eventually let out a long breath. "Alright fine."

Once Bryan returned, the rest of stepped back to give them space to work. Nick was the only one who watched me as Jolly, Folio, and I kept our eyes on Hollow Souls. We grabbed a few beers from the cooler Jolly packed and was nursing them slowly.

"You know, this would be a perfect opportunity to maybe slip away just the two of you," Nick whispered.

I peered over to him and rolled my eyes, shoving him in the shoulder. "Whatever."

"I'm just saying," he held up his hands in defense. "A night under the stars in the mountains. Anybody would kill for a date like that."

Nick's words weighed heavily on my brain and when she began walking towards me, I made the haste decision by grabbing the guitar that was leaning against the tree.

"Hi," Y/N smiled as I met her halfway.

My heart warmed at the sight.

"Do you want to go somewhere more secluded, just the two of us?" I suggested with a hopeful smile.

I didn't want to think how I would feel if she rejected me and walked away from me.

"Sure," she answered quickly with a glimmer shining in her eyes.

Ultimately, after walking for a few minutes, we decided on an area far from the rest of the group down the water's edge. We sat down in the sand, our knees brushing against each other, and held the guitar in my lap as I watched her stare out into the vast distance of the water. There was a faraway look in the depths of her eyes as she messed with something on her wrist, fiddling it between her fingers.

A hair tie; the one I gave her the last time we were on the beach together. I wondered where it went but decided that I never wanted it back. It's hers to keep; along with everything else I gave her.

"How are you doing, angel?" I asked, breaking the growing silence.

She didn't look at me, kept her eyes straight ahead.

"I'm-." A hesitant breath. "I'm not sure. I want to believe I'm doing okay with the breakup of not only my relationship but also the band. For the longest time, Hollow Souls was the four of us and we released three records together. The future scares the shit out of me. Can the three of us reinvent a new Hollow Souls or do we need to find someone to replace Trey completely?"

I strummed a few random notes on the guitar; the melody echoing into the sounds of the waves.

"I think a fresh start in all aspects is good for you," I answered slowly, trying to get my thoughts and words right. "I've said it from the start, you're the heart and soul of this band, Y/N. The screams were a bonus. It didn't make or break you guys."

She finally looked towards me and her eyes darted over every inch of my face, wondering if my words were the truth. With her, they always were.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, mochi. Truly."

I scrunched up my face to show that the nickname wasn't my favorite but deep down, my insides were floating in pure bliss having her call me something so disgustingly cute. If any of the guys heard it, though, they would give me shit until the end of my days.

"Ditto, angel, ditto."

I tried to play it cool, sauvé, and chill. My typical demeanor was chipping like ice though, the fear of what would happen if it broke completely had its vise grip on me. No one has ever considered a fuckin a nickname for me, not one without a punchline. Not one without a groan or a cursed tantrum that followed. I wasn’t sure if the pure bliss I was feeling was normal, but who the hell wants normal? Hearing it come from her lips meant everything to me.

"Let's play something," I motioned to the guitar.

"Ooh, what do you have in mind?" She asked while turning her body to face me completely head-on and letting her hair flow as she took it out of the ponytail.

The view of her sitting in front of me with the waves crashing behind her, the setting sun's rays breaking over the horizon stole the breath from my chest.

"Only Love," I answered without an ounce of hesitation.

Y/N's nose scrunched up with confusion and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't the cutest fucking thing ever.

"Noah, that was a demo song from three years ago."

I shrugged and played the first few notes of the song. "Might be silly to some but to me, it means a lot."

It was true. I listened to that song on repeat when it first came out. It was the first song I heard by Hollow Souls and Y/N's voice captivated my heart with its claws. I remember laying on the pullout couch next to Nick in his bedroom as I stayed there yet again. My mind was racing with only one thought.

I have to fucking make it. I needed to buy my own couch that brought a sense of comfort and security I yearned for.

That's when her soft voice came through my headphones and it shocked me to hear a feminine voice after Of Mice and Men. I brushed the hair away from my eyes as I settled deeper into the couch and let Y/N's angelic voice lull me to sleep that night and far too long after.

Cut to three years later and the girl who wrote that song is here in front of me. Some may call it a ‘rockstar crush. Would she be considered that? Who the hell knows? All I know is that I had pent-up memories, and needed to hear that sweet voice sing it, just for me all these years later.

Y/N's real, right there in front of me.

"I'm shocked you remember that song."

"Why wouldn't I? You talked about it being on the cloud during that one livestream," I answered.

Her eyes doubled. "You watched the livestream?"

"Twice."

A red hue brushed across the soft skin of her face as she tilted her head down towards the sand, long hair covering her face.

"No," I brushed away the hair behind her ear. "Don't hide your beautiful face, angel. I want to see all of you if you'd let me."

"Sorry," she muttered under her breath. "I don't even realize I do it."

"Don't apologize. Never apologize to me. Just understand that this is how I see you. Now, enough sadness. Sing for me, angel."

She looked up at me through lashes with a small smile. "Do you know how to play it?"

I snorted, a little hurt that she would doubt me, but proved her wrong as I played the opening part of the song.

"I told you I watched the stream twice."

"Okay," she nodded. "Where did you want me to start?"

"Sing the whole song for me. Please?" I begged.

"You want me to sing the whole song?"

"I do," I rushed out.

Y/N gave a curt nod. “Okay, I’ll play the whole thing- but only because you asked me too, no one else gets the privilege.”

I playfully narrowed my eyes at her. “They better not.”

She took a deep breath while shutting her eyes as I played the tune on the guitar.

"I’m hoping you weren’t heaven sent cause only hell knows where you’ve been. Your built composure’s wearing thin and all your walls are caving in. Before you shut this down, I just wanna lift you up. I’ll take all this love I found and I hope that it’s enough."

We both could hear the ache in our hearts as it bled out, the lyrics mean so fucking much right now.

"Now don’t you shut this down. Ooh no don’t you give this up. I took all this love I found and I hope that it’s enough. Is it enough? If we don’t bend, then this might break. Please don’t give into this pain. Just keep on counting down the days and dream of me to keep you safe."

Y/n opened her eyes to meet mine, a blaze of passion that cut deep into my bones.

"Before you came around I was lost and out of place. You’re the only love I found and I’m hoping that you’ll stay. Please stay."

As we played on together in perfect harmony, there was one thing bright in clear in my mind: I'd stay for as long as she let me.

"Fuck," she breathed. "I forgot how much I loved singing this song."

I nodded in agreement while setting the guitar down next to me. "It's one of my favorites. It's actually what got me into Hollow Souls. I'd been hooked on your voice since that first night on Nick's couch all those years ago when I first heard it."

Y/N beamed when an idea struck her with such force, she stumbled to her feet. "I have to talk with Chase and Malcolm about something."

She took off a few steps in front of me, clearly excited about this idea she had. As we reached the rest of the guys, Y/N made a beeline toward Chase to tell him about her idea while I walked up to Nick and Folio, the former giving me a look.

"So my date idea was good, huh?" He playfully jabbed my side.

I pushed him away with a groan of embarrassment. "Fuck off, Nicholas."

"Oh, he pulled out the full name," Folio teased.

Jolly and Bryan joined us as we finished packing up the van and when I glanced over to Y/N, I noticed Malcolm pinching her cheeks playfully and she smacked his hands away, her cheeks flushed with her own embarrassment and large smile.

NOAH

"Oh wow, look at all of these beautiful people tonight!" Y/N's voice carried through the sold-out arena.

It was the last show of tour and Hollow Souls just took the stage for their set. We could feel the nerves radiate off of all three of them all the way where we stood on the stage to watch them. This was new what they planned on doing tonight but the three of them spent the rest of last night after we parted ways at the hotel and all morning and afternoon today practicing nonstop a new setlist. They wanted to show everyone tonight the first step towards the new Hollow Souls.

"Where's Noah?!" a voice yelled from the crowd.

Jolly chuckled from beside me. "Think they'll be upset you don't show up tonight?"

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "I hope not. This is something that they need to prove they can do. The fans need to have faith in Hollow Souls."

"Well, about that," Malcolm spoke into his microphone while adjusting his bass strap.

"Now before you all start booing us off the stage," Chase spoke next from his spot above on his makeshift drum stage. "Noah has been fucking killing it not only with Bad Omens this tour but also helping us out a lot. But tonight, we wanted to do something a little different. We still have our guitar tech filling in for us!"

The crowd cheered for their guitar tech, which made him give an awkward wave.

"I know this may take getting used to, but we appreciate your support in doing what’s right for us and our band," Y/N said. "It means so fucking much to all of us you still showed up tonight even knowing Trey is no longer with us. For that, we're going to give you a kick ass show you deserved. Don't give up on Hollow Souls. We cut out the disease and are ready to fucking blossom."

Y/N peered over to me and with a small wave and wink, she sang the first few lyrics of Only Love.

NOAH

Darkness cascaded over my sleeping form, a brush of moonlight breaking through the curtains pulled tight in our hotel room, and I buried myself deeper into the cocoon of blankets. Sleep was within my grasp and after the last few weeks, the thought of finally being able to sleep in my own bed back at home made it that much easier to grasp it.

Until my phone buzzed from its place on the nightstand and my hand smacked around until it grabbed it. Through hazy vision, I blinked a few times for the words to clear.

Hey, are you awake?-Angel.

I sat up in bed and rubbed away the rest of the sleep from my eyes. It only meant one thing when someone texted you the typical you up text.

Yeah, couldn't sleep.

Bullshit, you were seconds away from waking up Nick with your snoring.

I stared at the bubbles that appeared on my screen and then disappeared, only to reappear right before her next text came through.

Would it be alright if I came by to hang out? Or is it too late?

The clock at the top of my screen showed it was just before midnight.

Not at all. I've got snacks, and we can finally finish watching Spirited Away. Room 392

Be there in five minutes. I'll bring some goodies too! :)

I chucked a pillow at Nick, who was fast asleep in his bed, but when he remained sleeping, I threw another. Eventually, he groaned, slowly waking up.

"You need to leave." I scrambled out of bed and pulled away the blankets from Nick. "Y/N's coming by to hang out."

Nick smoothed down his bedhead, a sly smirk on his lips. "You're kicking me out right now?"

"Fuck yes I am. Go bunk with Bryan or Matt," I said while changing out of my old gray sweats for a pair of black joggers, opting to put on a shirt.

He yawned before grabbing the things he would need and dragged his feet to the door, sending a text to whoever he bunked with.

"Be safe!" Nick called out before the door shut behind him.

With seconds to spare, I quickly tidied up the room then set up a variety of snacks and pulled up the movie on my laptop, setting it on the bed just in time for a soft knock to sound on the door. I let out a few deep calming breaths and did a quick once over of myself in the mirror.

"Hi," I smiled once I opened the door.

Y/N's eyes grazed over every inch of me as she shifted on her feet in the doorway, clutching a bag close to her chest. She was dressed in a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized shirt.

"Do you always sleep shirtless?" she asked with a raised brow.

I stepped to the side, allowing her to step inside the room. "Every hotel room I sleep in can't get any colder than seventy degrees. I need it to be at least sixty-eight. I run hot when I sleep and the guys know not to mess with the thermostat back home."

"Wow, good to know. I'll keep my hands to myself when I come over," she wiggled her fingers after setting her bag down on the couch.

Please don't.

I peeked a brow. "When you come over?"

"Oh, if you thought you saw the last of me because the tour is over, you're wrong," she fell onto the couch with a huff of breath. "I'm moving to Los Angeles."

My heart thumped loudly in my chest but I did my best to hide my excitement when I sat next to her.

"You are?" I questioned.

She nodded with that room-brightening smile. "I had a long talk with Chase and Malcolm tonight and we thought it is best. With us trying to reinvent Hollow Souls it'd be good if we were together for the writing process. Malcolm already found a place big enough for us and while he's going there to get things ready, Chase is flying back with me to Vegas to help me pack my things."

I shifted in my seat, resting my arm against the back of the couch, behind Y/N. "Do you think Trey will be there?"

"Probably but that's why Chase is coming with me; in case things go south."

"I could come too if you'd like," I stumbled over my words only slightly.

Y/N rested a hand on my knee and squeezed it. "You need to stop worrying so much about me, Noah. I can't ask you to change your plans for something I should do on my own."

"You're worth it, angel," I vowed while running a finger through the soft waves of her hair.

We stayed in that position for a minute longer, simply staring into each other's eyes, and when I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, Y/N let out a soft whine. The thick tension that always seemed to be around us intensified now, and it was almost hard to breathe, let alone keep my thoughts off the way her hand grazed a few inches higher on my thigh.

I cleared my throat while nodding to the bag next to her. "What did you bring?"

"Oh," she snapped out of her trance and set it on her lap. "Last tour, I started this tradition on the final night I celebrate by doing self-care."

She pulled out an array of masks and different colors of nail polish and then set them on the small coffee table in front of us.

"Sweet, hand me one," I nodded towards the masks.

"You do masks?" Y/N giggled.

"What, you think I get this perfect skin with just water?" I jeered with a smile.

For the next while, we sat with our face masks on and watched the movie on the small screen of my laptop. It took almost no convincing from her to paint my nails black; her choosing a burgundy color for her nails. But now, what she was trying to convince of me gave me a slight pause.

"I don't know, angel. I don't let just anyone touch my hair," I said while putting away my laptop, us finishing the movie.

Y/N moved to the chair that sat in the room's corner and had her legs spread wide. "It's a good thing I'm not anyone. Now, get your ass over here and let me braid your hair."

For added effect, she pouted her bottom lip out and gave me those big doe eyes.

"Fine," I sighed before sitting on the floor between her legs, my back to her.

I shivered under her touch as she raked her fingers through my hair to break apart the small knots that gathered while I slept earlier.

"So, which Greek God is your favorite?" I asked.

She hummed. "Without a doubt, Medusa. Her story is tragic and sometimes often told wrong but that's the thing with mythology; there are so many different versions, you just have to choose which one you believe more."

"Medusa is the one with the snake hair, right?"

"Yeah," she turned my head to the left as she began braiding that side. "Some stories said she was an original gorgon sister but recent tellings from Ovid say she was a beautiful maiden who worked in Athena's temple. Poseidon saw her from afar and just like Zeus always did, Poseidon decided he wanted Medusa. He had sex with her on the temple steps and Athena punished her by turning her into the gorgon with snake hair and cursed any man to turn to stone when they looked at her."

I whistled low. "Shit, Greek gods were assholes."

Y/N snorted. "You don't even know the half of it."

Once she finished the left side, she turned my head to the right so she could start on that side.

"How'd her story end?"

"In tragedy, like every other myth. Perseus was sent to behead her by King Polydectes of Seriphus because Polydectes wanted to marry Perseus's mother. The gods were well aware of this, and Perseus got help. He received a mirrored shield from Athena, sandals with gold wings from Hermes, a sword from Hephaestus, and Hades's helm of invisibility."

"Wait," I turned to look up at her, which made her chastise me because I messed up the braid. "Athena, who turned her into this monster, helped the guy who was sent to kill her?"

"Fucked up, I know."

With stern hands, she turned my head to the right again. "Since Medusa was the only one of the three Gorgons who was mortal, Perseus could slay her; he did so while looking at the reflection from the mirrored shield he received from Athena. During that time, Medusa was pregnant by Poseidon so when Perseus beheaded her, Pegasus, the winged horse, and Chrysaor, a giant wielding a golden sword, sprang from her body."

"Oh Pegasus, from the Disney Hercules," I noted.

"That movie is so wrong but what do you expect for a kids' movie," Y/N chuckled then slapped her thighs. "All finished."

She showed me my reflection through her camera on her phone and I couldn't stop the smirk that pulled at my lips.

"I'll have to admit, angel. I look good with braids," I admitted while snatching her phone from her.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" She asked while reaching for it.

I leaned far back from her and posed for a few selfies. "I thought you'd like an updated selfie of me. I know you have the other two I sent you a few weeks ago."

With a red face, she snatched her phone back and held it close to her chest. "I do not."

Bullshit.

"Right, then let me see your pictures," I teased while kneeling in front of her, hands resting on her thighs, her skin ablaze with heat.

She swallowed thickly. "Fuck you, Sebastian."

READER

I swallowed thickly while clutching my phone to my chest, knowing that he was correct about saving those two selfies he sent me before.

"Are you going to look at the selfie I took?" Noah taunted.

With a breath, I peered down at the phone only to suck in a large breath, body shivering underneath his warm touch on my thighs.

"That's your new contact picture, mochi," I smirked while setting it and leaned deeper in the couch, not realizing that I pressed my core closer to Noah's face.

His eyes burned as his gaze darted from between my legs up to my face and his tongue darted out to wet his lips, almost imagining the taste.

"Angel," his voice was deep, it rumbling in his chest.

All the heat shot straight to my pussy as it clenched with desire, something that always happened when around Noah. Before, I took care of myself with this exact image in my mind but now that it was about to happen made me buzz with excitement.

"Can I?" He asked while breathing over my lap.

I raised my hips towards his face, all morals or thoughts if this was the best idea flew out of the window. We waited long enough for this moment ever since we shared that kiss so long ago. I wasn't a religious person at all but fuck, did I pray to Aphrodite about this moment countless times.

"Please," the word choked out on my lips.

With a low growl, Noah pulled me off of the chair and tossed me onto the bed before he crawled between my spread legs. His long fingers hooked the waistband of shorts and panties pulling them off in almost a quick snap and when blazed eyes stared down at my bare pussy, I tried to close my legs.

"Don't," Noah demanded while gripping my thighs tight to spread my legs again. "Don't hide a fucking thing from me, angel."

Shit.

"I've never actually-," The words died on my lips when I felt embarrassed about what I was about to say.

Noah leaned over me. "Wait, are you going to say what I think you're going to say?"

I turned my head away from him. "He never wanted to go down on me."

Noah cursed while cupping my chin so I could meet his gaze. "Don't think about him, angel. Just lay back and enjoy this."

I did my best to nod in his grasp. "Okay."

He suddenly crashed his lips to mine in a fiery, passionate kiss, as he forced his tongue past my lips to taste every inch of my mouth and I moaned into it, nails scratching against the bare skin of his chest. Noah's teeth dragged over my bottom lip as his hand dragged down my side to slide up underneath my shirt, fingers pinching at my nipples.

"Noah," I breathed while breaking apart from the kiss.

He buried his face into the crook of my neck to breathe me in. "Say it again."

I did, over and over like a mantra, as he left a mark on the skin of my neck while his hand switched to the other breast, mimicking his actions from before. The wetness that pooled between my legs was almost a new feeling, never being this turned one, and for a moment I wondered if it would be alright; no pain.

Noah helped me sit up so he could pull my shirt over my head and soon was laying bare in front of him, hair sprawled around my head.

"Fuck, angel. You're fucking beautiful."

For the longest time, I was told something different from how I looked. So hearing the truth and sincerity from Noah made me almost close my legs in front of him. But with his tight grip on my hips to keep me locked against the bed, I knew he could read my thoughts.

"Don't go there. Stay here with me," he said before his lips pressed over every inch of skin from my lips to my chest, down my stomach, and stopped right about my pussy.

I whined the smallest of sobs when Noah took his time, lips ghosting over me. By now I was almost begging and when I finally felt the wet flick of his tongue against my clit, I breathed out a shaky curse. Noah pressed the fullness of his tongue against my lips, licking me up from the bottom to the top, spreading my legs wider apart. I bit my hand to keep the noises at bay.

"I want to hear you," he left a gentle bit on the inside of my thigh.

"Fuck," I moaned when his tongue speared inside of me for a few strokes.

My hands now grasped at the blanket beneath me as I raised my hips farther into his mouth, his lips wrapping around my clit to bite and suck at the bundle of nerves. I always thought my Gspot was in my clit because it was hard to have an orgasm any other way than rubbing myself. Without even telling Noah this, it was as if he knew exactly what my body needed.

It happened so fast, before I knew it he was devouring me like a dying man. I’ve never felt euphoria until now; this must be how it feels to see the moon, the moon that changes its orbit. He had me spinning.

"I love the way you taste, angel." Noah broke away from my clit for a second before diving back it.

The familiar feeling of an orgasm built in my stomach, the tension pulling so fucking tight it was seconds away from snapping. My spine tingled with anticipation as my body tensed, knees shaking underneath Noah as he rubbed his tongue in faster but shorter circles, moaning with the taste that lingered on his lips.

"N-noah. 'M so close," I let my head fall back deeper into the mattress.

"Let go, I've got you."

With a strangled breath, I let the orgasm crash through me like a tsunami, a bright white light edging at the corners of my eyes while Noah licked me through the last few aftershocks. As my breathing calmed, I lifted my head in time to see him stand to his feet, stepping out of his joggers only to stand in front of me in his black briefs.

I licked my lips when I saw his cock straining against the confines of the material until he palmed himself in a few strokes.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

I shook my head with desperation clear in my voice. "No, please. I need this-I need you, Noah."

He cursed before sliding off his briefs with desperation and urgency, his hard cock springing against his thigh, and I nearly died at that sight alone. All of my imagination did nothing compared to the real thing, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared for a few different reasons. Sex with Trey was uncomfortable but with Noah's size, I feared it would only hurt. The only saving grace was that he worked me open and the added wetness would make up for the slight pain.

"Are you on anything?" Noah asked while kneeling between my legs.

A lot of different shit.

"No," I said.

He leaned over to a bag that lay at the foot of the bed and rummaged around for a few seconds before retrieving a condom. I watched with anticipation as pre-cum seeped out of the slit when he ripped it open and slid it over his length then perched himself between my legs again, the head of his cock pressing gently against me. He wrapped one of my legs around his hip then slowly, sunk deep inside of me, and I bit my tongue hard to keep my strangled cry quiet. I knew there was going to be some pain; it was inevitable, but I didn't expect it to feel so good either.

"Fuck," Noah rested his forehead against my collarbone. "So tight."

He didn't move at first, relishing in the way I felt gripping his cock, and I couldn't take it anymore; I needed him to move.

"Noah," I begged while grinding against him.

One hand gripping my thigh, the other was placed next to my head to keep himself supported as he finally moved his hips in slow, deep strokes.

"Faster," I panted, almost pleading.

Slow was good but right now I needed fast.

Noah accepted my pleas and began slamming into me with such force, I cried out in name with a mixture of pleasure and pain. My hand slipped between our bodies to rub at my clit, hoping that the sensation would ease the pain a bit, but it could only do so much.

He noticed something was wrong with the way my face contorted in pain. "Angel, do you want to get on top?"

"Fuck yes, please."

Still buried deep inside of me, Noah rolled our bodies so now I was straddling him and almost immediately, the pain subsided; it was still there but not as strong. My hands sprawled over the tattoos that covered his chest as I leaned down to lick my way across the snake and apple on his neck. The noise he made, and his moans were so soft as my hot tongue went up and down his neck, I grazed over his Adam's apple with my teeth and bit down. Noah shook underneath me as he wrapped an arm around my back to hold me closer, burying his thick, aching cock, deeper inside of me.

We felt the rush, the aching, burning blush. We surrendered to the touch. I gave him a show. This is heaven in hiding.

"Angel," he begged as my teeth worked on leaving a mark against the hand on his neck. "I need-."

"What do you need?" I ground my hips against his pelvis and the sensation sent sparks to my clit and I clenched around him.

"Fuck," he cursed. "Don't stop what you're doing. It feels so good."

"Oh," I bit down on a new patch of skin on his throat. "This?"

"Yes," he dragged out the S for a few seconds.

My hands went to run through his hair but I almost forgot in our haste that I braided it a few minutes before this.

"Angel," Noah's voice was raw. "You have no idea how much I've wanted you."

I sat up slowly to stare down at him in awe as his words made me feel unspeakable things.

In one quick action, his hand snaked behind my head to pull my lips back down to him to kiss me feverishly.

"Noah," I tugged on his braids.

"Shit, give me a minute. I can take them out."

I didn't stop moving my hips against him. "Noah. I-."

"Just second, angel."

His hands left their vice grip on my hips to take out his hair but I quickly slapped his hands while sinking deeper on his cock. "Leave them."

The same sensation of a cresting orgasm filled every inch of me, ecstasy shooting through my veins like a drug, and when Noah's thumb pressed fast circles against my clit, I leaned my head up towards the ceiling, lips parting as my hands wrapped around his braids, pulling with such force he choked on my name. I rode Noah faster, needing that last little bit of friction to tip me over the edge and when I finally let the bliss plow through me in droves, I held my breath.

"Angel," Noah cupped my cheek so I could look down at him. "Breathe through it with me."

I did as he said, both of us breathing out my orgasm as our eyes locked intently with each other. I writhed against him, my arousal soaking the condom and parts of his hips. It was such a simple action but the way it set my body on fire intensified the aftershocks to something I'd never experienced. Noah stared down to the place where we met and with a noisy moan, he wrapped an arm tighter around me to pull me flush against his chest as his hips stilled for a second before he emptied himself inside the condom.

NOAH

I pressed light kisses all along Y/N's shoulder blades, in shock and almost slight jealousy as I took in every inch of the large tattoo that covered her back. It was of a large snake that wrapped along every groove of her spine with an array of different Japanese flowers.

Afterward, I let her fall onto the mattress with a happy sigh, immediately grasping the pillow closer to her chest and that's when I noticed the tattoo.

"I can't believe I've never noticed this before," I mused while running a finger over the ink.

"It's taken like two years to complete. It's my second favorite after the one on my leg of the Gods," she rested her chin on her palm. "You know what I just realized? We have similar tattoo themes; copy cat."

Her finger grazed over the snake and apple along my neck.

"Yeah," I chuckled. "All you need is an apple right here."

I smacked right above her ass and she shrieked while falling into the pillow once again, a long but content sigh falling from her lips. I kissed from between her shoulder blades down her back, my nails grazing beyond the wake of my lips.

"Are you okay?" I wondered while gently squeezing her hips.

“Yeah, I think so. I feel content, just basking in it. You?”

I nodded and kissed the side of her head as I lay next to her. "I feel great."

"Do you know what you want in 10 years?" Y/N blurted out.

“That’s a random question” I chuckled while kissing her lips.

She sighed and looked up at me through her lashes. “I know but think about it, like really think about it?”

I thought deeply about her question, fingers still grazing her spine. “Alright I’ll bite, I don’t know, I’ve always been trying to make it with whatever bullshit has been going on in my fucking life- just wanting to mean something to somebody, make music- for anybody out there to listen. To be the fucking king you know?”

She laughs. "And?"

"Way down the road maybe one day in the future- to live in the middle of nowhere with a dog, cats, and a family of my own. In my wooden home that I built."

Y/N's body went rigid with my words.

"But right now, no dog, no family just…just Bad Omens," I finished with a hopeful breath.

She hummed in response but turned her head to face the wall opposite of us, something bothering her. Not wanting to push it, I left another kiss on her spine before I slipped out of bed to discard of the condom in the bathroom trash, a light red color catching my attention.

Once back in the room, I slipped back underneath the covers.

"Angel?"

Another hum vibrated from her throat, sleep weighing heavy on her shoulders.

"Did you get your period?"

I swore I saw all the breath leave her body with my question and my mind panicked, thinking she was embarrassed.

"It's fine," I rubbed her back soothingly. "I just saw some blood on the condom, that's all."

When she still said nothing, I nudged her face with my nose. "Are you alright?"

"Yep," she said quietly.

"Stay till morning?" I asked, hopefully.

Finally, she turned to face me and left a kiss on my nose. "I have to go."

My heart fell into the dark pits of my stomach as I watched her slip out from underneath the sheet to gather her clothes. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Noah." She slipped back into her clothes rather quickly. "I just have an early flight to catch and I know you have one too."

I shook my head and stood to my feet while slipping my briefs and joggers back on. "I don't buy that. We were great, where did you go just now?"

She doesn't want to leave, I can see that in the way her movements slowed once she was dressed, almost as if she was buying time for me to say something that would change her mind. But she refused to meet my gaze.

"Angel, look at me. What's the matter?" I asked again.

"Nothing-," she began with a sigh.

"Then why won't you stay?"

The fear of her slipping between my fingers was debilitating.

"Noah, you know I can’t; we can’t," Y/N stumbled over her words.

I stretched my arms out wide at my sides. "Why? Why can’t you?"

With her gaze still cast down to her feet, she shook her head. "You don’t want me Noah, trust me, you don’t want any part of this."

"Bullshit," I spat as my anger got the best of me.

Y/N's head snapped up towards me, finally looking me in my eyes and all I saw in hers were the wetness of tears. "I have this condition that already makes my life harder every fucking month. I don't need to bring you into it and ruin our future, alright?"

My heart stopped for a few seconds. "Condition? What the fuck, are you dying or something? I don't know what the hell this means."

"No," she rushed out. "I'm not dying. I-I don't want to get into this right now. All I know is that I would need you a lot more than you'd need me. And you deserve better than me, anyway."

"Don't-" I started while pointing a finger at her.

She ran a distressed hand through her hair. "You know it’s true Noah, please. This is hard enough as it is. Walking out right now."

The bed stood between us and I hated feeling so far from her even though we were still in the same room so I walked around it, standing a few inches in front of her now.

"I’ve been through a lot of shit in my life too, Y/N. Don’t sit there and tell me what I can and can’t handle. Don’t sit there and tell me what I want or don’t want. You’re just so afraid of us," I pointed between us.

She grasped her elbows to hug herself and I could see the way her mind was running, gears turning hastily. Y/N was shutting down in front of me and I fucking hated it.

"Don’t fucking do that. I’m not him," I assured her with a gentler tone.

All of this was a trauma response, something so embedded deep into her brain that it was the only way she knew how to act. I know she felt the same way that I did; it was clear with what happened not even an hour ago. If she didn't feel the way I did, she wouldn't have shown up tonight. Y/N wants to stay, I can see it in the way her eyes keep darting to the bed but the pain and trauma were too deep.

"I’m sorry angel, I just- you’re wrong. I know how I feel about you, and I know what you feel about me."

I went to reach for her hands but she took a step back, a few tears falling to the ground below.

"I know what I feel. It’s not you, it’s me, Noah."

Not that fucking line.

"No. Fuck, angel! Stop! The future hasn't even happened yet. Please, don't-what do you need to happen?"

Her bottom lip trembled as a broken sob clawed its wait through her throat. "I-I think we need to remain friends right now. I can't-I can't get lost in you, Noah. It's so fucking easy to. I think we need space."

"I-I don't fucking want that, Y/N. I just want you."

"Noah, please understand where I'm coming from," she begged.

I paced the room, hands shaking in anger. Defeat? I wasn't sure.

"Angel-I. Please, just-," I eventually sighed in defeat.

"I'm going to head out."

Y/N nodded towards the door after gathering her things and stepped past me to leave.

The fear of losing her completely is what made me give in to her wishes. As much as I wanted to fight her choice, I needed her as a friend more than something more. I'll take what I can get for right now until she realizes she feels the same; I know she does.

As she opened the door, my feet closed the distance between us in two large steps and I grasped her chin, forcing her to look at me. The tears burned with the need to fall but she held fast and strong, refusing to show me how badly walking away was affecting her.

I brushed my lips across hers in a soft kiss. "I can wait for you."

She tried to disagree but my grip was too strong. "Noah- I can’t ask you to do that. That’s not fair. You deserve-"

“Don’t tell me what you think I deserve." I let out a shaky breath. "Look, heaven knows I’m not getting over you, I can wait”

“Besides. I’m known for having a lot of fuckin patience. I will wait." I finished with a shrug.

If I wasn't already staring intently at her, I almost would have missed the small nod she gave me; but I didn't. I saw it.

“Goodnight Noah.”

With one final kiss, not enough to remember the way she tastes, Y/N let the door shut behind her as I burned my hateful gaze through it. She left? How the fuck could she just leave after the night we had together?

No, fuck that.

I barreled through the door in time to notice she was only two doors down, frozen in her spot.

"Angel," I called after her.

Slowly, she turned, and I sucked in a breath when I saw the redness in her eyes, puffy with teh tears she let out as soon as the door closed. Mine mirrored hers.

"Please," I begged. "Just come back to me. I'll wait for you."

Y/N hesitated but within that hesitation, something stood out clear as day; she took a small step towards me until that doubt filled the back of her mind yet again. I stayed in the hallway watching as she turned the corner, disappearing from my vision and life; my words not being enough to make her stay.

Back inside the room, I let the door slam shut and made a beeline toward the minibar. I screwed off the cap of the Hennessy, downing half of it in one go.

"Bitter ends to the night. I'm along for the ride," I raised the bottle in the air before taking another long, slow gulp with my eyes screwed shut.

Suddenly, they snapped open, and I rummaged around the mess of my room for my phone, quickly typing out a text to Jolly.

I need to write a song, now.

Only a few minutes passed before he responded, just enough time for me to pop open another bottle.

Now? It's three in the morning and we have nothing here.

Doesn't fucking matter. I'll figure it out. Come to my room.

Letting the bottle slip from my fingers, I stalked over to the wall and slid down until my ass hit the floor with a thud; the image of Y/N crying and walking away burned into my brain. I was out of breath, out of time trying to stop her but, in the end, everything has a price. And I was paying for it. 

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alternative tarot meanings and rules

a collaborative project by tumblr (I hope)

instructions

0 - the fool Meaning: Do something you meant to but never did. Submitted by @lazywitchling Element: surprise

1 - the magician Rule: look through the deck and put whatever card I want in his place Submitted by @lazywitchling

2 - the high priestess you're going to become a milf or be adopted by one Submitted by @happydayes28

3 - the empress Meaning: You got this! You're the HBIC! Reversed: You don't got this. Maybe take a rest. Submitted by @citrinemystic

4 - the emperor

5 - the heirophant Meaning:

Submitted by happydayes28

6 - the lovers Meaning: Just make a fucking choice already. Submitted by @upthewitchypunx

7 - the chariot Meaning: You'll get it, but... are you SURE you want it? Are you **reallly** sure? Submitted by @windvexer Meaning: you're going to be in a car chase soon Submitted by @happydayes28

8 - justice Meaning: Whose Justice? Can refer to the law abused or misapplied, seems like a split card, with Justice as an Ideal juxtaposed against how it can be used to harm and oppress. Submitted by @promiseiwillwrite

9 - the hermit Meaning: live your best secret mystic life. You need to go find forbidden magic and hole up in your wizard tower to study it for a little while. Basically, whatever magic, occultism, whatever ur doing, keep researching it, go into the depths of theory if you can. Reversed: maybe you've cast too many spells banned by the wizard council, or made too many deals with the pale folk under the hill. Submitted by @compasswitch Meaning: manipulative or abusive relationships - may indicate an affair in combination with the three of cups. Submitted anonymously

10 - wheel of fortune Meaning: you should listen to more podcasts. maybe find some new music. see what people recommend y’know? Submitted by @musings-on-wisteria Rule: When it comes up, flip all the cards over! Reverse the uprights! Upright the reversals! It's Topsy Turvy Day! Submitted by lazywitchling

11 - strength Meaning: Kindness is a danger to and weapon against the cruel. Take care of yourself and others. What in this situation is threatened by your tenderness? Do you want to piss it off? Reversed: You're so ready to start throwing hands, but did you remember to drink enough water first? Yeah. I thought so. Get that self-care in and then go absolutely go buck-wild. Element: Bismuth. Submitted by @the-wizard-spiderose

12 - the hanged man Meaning: Sometimes it’s time to look at things from another point of view, even if it’s bonkers, upside down and backwards. Reversed: Sometimes that shit looks really fucking weird regardless which way you look at it Submitted by @stormwaterwitch Additional Meaning: "chill the fuck out dude" (give in and let it flow), "swing with the vibes" Submitted by @shrinekeeperatnight

13 - death Meaning: you are trans. Submitted by @jasper-pagan-witch Meaning: have you been a bit broody lately? Maybe it's time to leave that phase behind, reinvent yourself in a bit less "edgy" way. Reversed: Come on man (genderless), let go of the broodiness already. Submitted anonymously.

14 - temperence Meaning: What would happen if we did a little experiment? Think outside of the box! Make mistakes! Get messy! Reversed: Too far out of the box. Maybe take it a step back. Submitted by @citrinemystic

15 - the devil Meaning: bondage Submitted by @jasper-pagan-witch

16 - the tower Meaning: sometimes the universe is just like

Submitted by @rose-colored-tarot Additional Meaning: the stairs are broken, you'll need to take the lift Submitted by @silverandirontales Additional Meaning: Casting out the old to rebuild the new, a breath of fresh air, renewal of a space. (Declutter and forced Marie Kondo your shit) Submitted by @shrinekeeperatnight

17 - the star Meaning: Never lose your sparkle! Submitted by @fernthewhimsical

18 - the moon - it may be a death star Meaning: Look out for deception or danger, proceed with caution and remember sabotage and subterfuge are your friends. Submitted by @silverandirontales Meaning: hey maybe you’re not for everybody. maybe you’re a bit weird. a bit counterculture. that’s fine! it happens. NOW DONT LET THEM MAKE YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT IT Submitted by @musings-on-wisteria

19 - the sun Meaning: What wild-ass solution would your 7-year old self come up with if they ran into this problem during one of their pretend games on the playground? Start there. Reversed: You should just touch some grass probably. Element: Niobium. Submitted by @the-wizard-spiderose

20 - judgement Meaning: Time for a glow up and

Reversed: Ooo careful there! You’re too high up there on your horse. Submitted by @stormwaterwitch

21 - the world Meaning:Step forward and recognize how far you’ve come. you have reached apotheosis, and if you look back from the peak you are standing upon, you will see the person you were when you began this journey. Looking forward you can see your future self reaching towards you. They are smiling. they are saying, “you are going to be amazing.” Alternate meaning: you’ve learned about as much as you’re ever gonna on this topic Element: Identity Submitted by @musings-on-wisteria

ace of wands Meaning: big dick energy Submitted by me, Crow Meaning: pretty hair

Submitted by happydayes28

2 of wands

3 of wands Meaning: Starting journey, get prepared, compass, map, walking stick, check! Submitted by promiseiwillwrite

4 of wands

5 of wands

6 of wands

7 of wands Meaning: Swiftness! The speed of winds and diving falcons! Submitted by promiseiwillwrite

8 of wands Meaning: Travel, but not to somewhere physical. This could be a memory of a vacation/camping trip/adventure. Taking yourself out of the current "place" and breathing a different air. A nice memory and a good head space, maybe some perspective and joy, very content and not desperate. Reversed: Want of a nice memory of travel, but being stuck just ruminating on why you're not able to get back there. Submitted by @s-l-e-e-p-y-p-u-p-p-y

9 of wands

10 of wands Meaning: You got that? Are you sure? There's no shame in asking for help. Submitted by @upthewitchypunx

page of wands Meaning: I got this long ass trip and forgot to pack snacks - unchecked ambition leads to lack of foresight Submitted by @rose-colored-tarot

knight of wands

queen of wands

king of wands Holy shit, you can see everything! Now use those big eyes and that big brain of yours to do something about it, yeah?

Submitted by @muis-daydreams

ace of swords Meaning: Be confident in yourself; you’ve got a fucking sword Reversed: Bad news bears- It’s double edged. Submitted by @stormwaterwitch

2 of swords Meaning: challenge someone to a duel Submitted by @fernthewhimsical

3 of swords Meaning: polyamorous, throuple. Submitted by @amerwitch

4 of swords Meaning: You've been fighting something, and you need to retreat to take a moment and figure out what to do next. Contemplate what's holding you back. Reversed: Don't listen to your brain. Take a damn break. Do some self-care and self-love, but don't push yourself to fight back. It'll only make it worse. You're burned out Submitted by @severeinternetparadise

5 of swords Meaning: A duel with one person is fine, but duelling 4? You're either mad or some sort of holy warrior. Maybe consider talking it out instead? Submitted by muis-daydreams

6 of swords Meaning: Take yourself on that damn adventure already, stop stalling. Life's too short to wallow in worry or wait until your plan is Perfect™. Submitted by muis-daydreams

7 of swords

8 of swords Meaning: I am looking away. I do not see it. (alternatively: I can't read suddenly. I don't know) Reversed: I am Looking directly at it Element: farsightedness Rule: clean your glasses Submitted by @solarintentions

9 of swords Take a step back. Everything's fine, you're just worrying too much. Time to put down the precautions and cards and just relax. What's gonna happen will happen regardless of your worry. Reversed: Stop overthinking and just make the choice. Submitted by @rue-cimon

10 of swords - fuck your spine forever Meaning: the curse of back pain be upon you Reversed meaning: acupuncture Element: long-suffering Rule: check your posture Submitted by me, Crow

page of swords Meaning: Shifty human, beware. Submitted by promiseiwillwrite

knight of swords

queen of swords

king of swords Meaning: Positive omen for formal dealings, especially in career and spirit work. The king has bargained well, and has the right people in his inner and outer circles. Reversed: Check your deals. Specifically thinking of spirit work here, but the king needs to reconsider his alliances. @compasswitch

ace of cups Meaning: item of mystical power heading your way! Submitted anonymously

2 of cups Meaning: Just make out with them already. But only if you're serious about it! Trust me, they would love you if you were a worm. Submitted by muis-daydreams

3 of cups Meaning: Possible romantic affair, especially in combination with The Hermit Submitted anonymously

4 of cups Meaning: You know that feeling when you want something but you can't decide what or nothing sounds good and no amount of people offering you things will change that? How's that going? Submitted by @cloudselkie

5 of cups Meaning: There's no point crying over spilled beverages. Accept your setbacks or losses and move on. Also, consider whether you really need that much glassware in your cabinet. Is it all dishwasher safe? Reversed: A need for self-acceptance and kindness. Maybe also keep an eye on your hydration. Submitted by @hoochieblues

6 of cups Meaning: Emotional, nostalgic escapism. Submitted by @thatgrungewitch-x

7 of cups Meaning: Consider the options! There are excellent paths you probably haven't considered yet. You should go to a cool bookstore and just, like, *l o o k* at everything. Reversed: You've got too many options. Go through the tabs on your computer and close all the ones you aren't using or aren't going to use today. Element: Gallium Submitted by @the-wizard-spiderose Meaning: you’ve been doing that unhealthy thing with social media again Submitted by @musings-on-wisteria Meaning: Consider learning to juggle. Submitted by @coinandcandle

8 of cups

9 of cups Meaning: The good news is you’re hydrating on life! Reversed: The bad news is you’ve got to take all those cups back to the sink. Submitted by @stormwaterwitch

10 of cups Meaning: Get absolutely smashed. Can also mean other kinds of revelry and pure partying. Dionysus indicator, if the querent worships or is asking about him. Reversed: Drink some water. Vitals check. Have you been ignoring some things that you don't like doing? Maybe go take a nap or look at the important spreadsheet. Submitted by @compasswitch

page of cups

knight of cups Meaning: meant to be a lover, not a fighter. May mean that a person is bad at their job, or not right for it. Submitted by @promiseiwillwrite

queen of cups

king of cups Meaning: Stand the fuck up for yourself and your mental health. Submitted by @musings-on-wisteria

ace of coins Meaning: Lucky! You've found a penny in your path, literally or otherwise Reversed: It was be a fae gift, literally or otherwise. Fuck Submitted by compasswitch

2 of coins Meaning: flip a coin for this decision man, its not a big deal Reversed: DO NOT FLIP A COIN THAT IS A VERY BAD IDEA NO Submitted by compasswitch

3 of coins

4 of coins Meaning: Hold on tight, buckaroo. Reversed: Let go, buckaroo. Element: Screaming Astrological sign: Yes Submitted by coinandcandle

5 of coins Meaning: you're walking on eggshells to get out of uncomfortable situations Submitted by @darlingdearesth

6 of coins

7 of coins Meaning: This card is all about forgetfulness. It asks: is there anything you’re forgetting? Something you’ve be been putting off so long it slipped your mind? Or perhaps someone else forgot to do something and you interpreted it maliciously. Mistakes happen! Submitted by @wariomolly

8 of coins

9 of coins

10 of coins

page of coins

knight of coins

queen of coins Meaning: you’re in the garden when the edible hits and everything is kinda awesome - material success brings joy, but so does sitting back and watching the birds Submitted by @rose-colored-tarot

king of coins

[yukidragon]

I put this as a reply to your incubus AU head cannon post, but I thought I should send it as an official ask. Out of curiosity, what does this AU look like if it took place in a modern setting (kinda similar to your Alice as a half-vampire chapter)?

I saw your reply. I was going to respond to it, but I appreciate that you sent it as an ask. That makes it a lot easier on me to answer it. I’m glad you like the fantasy version of the incubus Jack AU so much. 💕 I think I could probably come up with some ideas that are more contemporary fantasy for a demonic Jack similar to the vampire AU.

Let’s start with the regular universe as our base like in the vampire AU. As always with these more specific scenarios, I’ll be using my version of the MC, Alice. Things go pretty similarly to Sunshine in Hell when it comes to Alice’s background - she’s human, broke up with Ian after a failed attempt to make their relationship work after he cheated. Then everything changes when Jack arrives.

Jack will be the one whose background is most changed from the game universe, I’d wager. Though it would be kind of funny if all that’s changed is that instead of being the star of a kids TV show, he was a movie actor and died while in the role of an incubus.

Then again, with a costume like this, Jack would probably be acting in a porno given how it’s a bit too revealing for a mainstream movie in the 80′s.

I mean, it’s tempting, and it’d fit the spirit of a smutty sex demon, but let’s stick with Jack being an actual incubus, shall we?

As always, all credit goes to Sauce for their fantastic artwork that they’ve freely shared with us publicly on the their (now gone) twitter, as well the official Sunny Day Jack twitter and the official Sunny Day Jack tumblr.

Remember, don’t repost anything privately posted on the SnaccPop Patreon. Let’s do our best to show them our support for all their hard work with these fantastic games, shall we?

Now, back to the AU crafting.

Since we’re sticking with Jack being an actual incubus, let’s use the setup I came up with for the ‘cubi race in the fantasy version of the AU to start as our base. However, let’s have a few little changes to fit with the theme of a contemporary fantasy in a modern setting where, overall, people have no idea supernatural things like demons (sexual or otherwise) actually exist.

I’ve got to admit, I went back and forth on which direction I wanted to go with a modern version of the setting. I was torn between Jack being a natural born ‘cubi, or if he was transformed into one due to a ritual. Instead of being turned into a ghost(?) through a murder while filming, he would be transformed into a ‘cubi through some ritual.

If I were to go with that route, the questions then is who did it and why. Imagine if it was a failed attempt by Joseph (reinventing himself as Jack Haberdae after he ran away) to find love. He was so desperate for love that he participated in a magic ritual that supposedly would grant his desire, but instead was transformed, enslaved, and trapped. If someone tricked him, then it was for nefarious purposes. If he did it out of ignorance of what would really happen, then it would be a tragedy.

While that is tempting, let’s just go with the simple classic natural born ‘cubi background. ‘Cubi are supernatural entities from a different plane of existence who can be summoned to the human realm to feast on sexual energy. They have a pretty simple system in place - humans who know their ritual summon them for sex, and the ‘cubi get their desire-based energy in return. Both parties are consenting and both of them get something they want out of the transaction.

Like the fantasy version of the AU, the default for ‘cubi is that they are aromantic pansexual. However, like in anything, there will be exceptions, and Jack is one of those exceptions. Unlike other demons, he craves love. If he didn’t know that’s what he wanted, it would be a wordless feeling of want in him. He tries to fill that want with sexual energy and learning amazing sex techniques, but, ultimately, it’s all empty. He is fed, and the sex is good, but there’s a hole inside him that is never filled.

I imagine eventually Jack figures out that what he’s missing... though that doesn’t necessarily help him find it, especially not in a place full of demons incapable of love. It just makes him long for it all the more, and envy the humans who can find real love, and not cheap lust.

It doesn’t help that the demon realm isn’t exactly a pleasant place. Jack doesn’t exactly get along with other demons, even other ‘cubi. He struggles to make connections, though he is charismatic. When he was younger he had a really hard time and had to become tougher as a result. He might be an excellent lover, but he knows how to shed blood if the situation calls for it.

So, yeah, Jack has a bit of a devilish side to him, you might say.

(Yes it was an excuse to flash this gorgeous incubus Jack pic by Sauce again and make a pun. What of it?)

Now let’s switch over to Alice. On the night Ian confessed to cheating on her, she drowned her sorrows in alcohol. In the regular SDJ universe, this led to her getting seriously injured. In this universe, well... I did mention she was a pastel goth during her college days, didn’t I?

Alice has an interest in “witchy” things, stories of supernatural entities, rituals, and other stuff like that. In this universe, one of the books she got her hands on was a lot more real than she ever expected. While intoxicated, she got the “brilliant” idea to summon an incubus. After all, if Ian could cheat then so could she!

It really is a wonder that Alice actually performed the ritual correctly in her drunken state. Jack was only mildly surprised, as he wasn’t a stranger to drunk college students trying to summon a sex demon for thrills. It was disappointing, as he wasn’t about to take advantage of someone intoxicated and unable to consent. A shame too, since this one was so cute...

Alice, however, panicked when the ritual worked, since even in her alcohol-addled brain, she didn’t actually want to call for a demonic hook up, it was just a strange train of disjointed logic that didn’t actually make sense. Jack fortunately knew how to handle a drunk college student and calmed her down, promising not to do anything to her that she doesn’t want him to do.

Jack surprised Alice by being so friendly. Why was a demon being so nice? Why was summoning a sex demon the first ritual to ever work for her?

Why did Ian cheat on her?

Alice broke down crying and poured her heart out about what she just went through with Ian, as well as other issues with the relationship that plagued her for a while. Jack comforted her, got her some water, and listened as best he could despite how being drunk made her story a bit hard to understand at times. Still, he picked up the basics - boyfriend cheated on her, claimed to love her even after cheating, and boyfriend has a habit of hurting her then offering apologies.

Jack insisted that wasn’t love. What Ian felt for her couldn’t be love. How could it be? Love was this beautiful, glorious thing. He dreamed every day to finally experience it for himself. He wanted it so, so badly. If he found it, there’s no way he would ever let that go.

No, what Ian felt was lust. He lusted for Alice and, without her around, he found someone else to lust for. Jack has seen it far, far too many times.

Alice protests - Ian only ever wanted her because he loved her. She’s fat and ugly and gross and no one would ever lust after her.

Jack is more than a little surprised at the assertion then frowns. He asks if Ian told Alice that, now liking Ian even less. She answers no, but Ian said that he told her she was the only one he wanted to have sex with. What they had is special...

Of course, saying that just makes Alice burst into tears again as she wonders what is wrong with her, why wasn’t she good enough, why did Ian lie, etc.

Jack does his best to comfort her. He asks if Alice would want a hug, and she nods.

It’s a surprisingly warm hug. Alice buries her face against his gently glowing chest, right at the center of the heart marked there. Jack can’t help but marvel at how nice it is to hold her.

Jack tells Alice, once she’s calmer, that whoever told her those lies about her is wrong. She’s so beautiful, and so soft... Her heartbeat quickens at the praise, but she doesn’t believe it. He goes into more detail about things about her that he finds appealing, and as a sex demon he is an expert at sexual attraction. It gets to the point that it starts being overwhelming for her, but at the same time she needs to hear it right now.

Eventually, Jack manages to calm Alice down enough that she starts to get sleepy. He carries her off to bed. He was going to leave her to sleep it off after putting her safely on her side, but she clings to him, tears still in her eyes, as she begs him not to leave her alone.

Jack feels his heart squeeze at the request. He wasn’t exactly planning on leaving the apartment in the first place, since he stays in the human realm for as long as the summoner doesn’t send him back - why would he stay in that hellish place otherwise? Still, it’s an invitation he can’t refuse. He cuddles up with her in the bed, stroking her back and hair and speaking in soft soothing tones until she falls asleep.

Her desire, purely platonic, feels so sweet but has such a sad note to it. Still, Jack finds it strangely filling, even when compared to full sexual encounters.

The next morning Alice doesn’t remember much, hung over and in pain. Naturally, she’s pretty shocked by the presence of an incubus in her bed, though quickly she pieces things together. What helps is how sweet Jack is being, getting her water, medicine, and even making her breakfast. Is he really a sex demon?

Jack gave Alice a sultry smile and struck a sensual pose as he asked if she wanted him to prove it. Now that she was sober, it meant she could give her consent.

Alice, naturally, rejects the idea with intense embarrassment, lamenting that she was so stupid as to summon a demon while drunk. What’s weird is that the book was torn up in places, probably damaged while in her drunken state. Or at least that’s the implication. Jack got rid of the parts of the book that would show how to banish him back to the demon realm. He would rather not go back, thank you very much.

Still... for as shocking as it was that Jack appeared, he’s surprisingly kind and helpful. When Alice asks him not to flirt with her or use innuendo, he stops and sincerely apologizes for making her uncomfortable, never doing it again (at least not until they get together as a couple when she gives him permission of course~) He can even transform to pass for a human. They wind up rooming together, as Alice is responsible for summoning him and that summoning did create a temporary bond between them until the summoning is undone.

The two become friends and get close far faster than either expected. Jack picks a random last name (Haberdae, after a district in the demon dimension or some place he found ironic) and takes on a fake identity as an exchange student. Magic helps a lot with making fake identification paperwork.

Between Jack’s gentle advice and experience, plus Shaun and her other friends offering their input, Alice breaks it off with Ian despite the apologies Ian keeps bombarding her with. She moves to a new place and Jack goes with her as her roommate. She’s still amazed at how quickly they become friends despite the strange situation, but he really is just so sweet and kind to her it’s hard not to like him.

Alice still gets the job at yogurtopia and so does Jack. He has more fun getting into the role of yogurt-slinging clown than she does and has a way of charming the customers into buying more. He also has a way of talking the boss Barry into not pushing so much overtime onto either of them. The job is still cringe, but it feels less awful with a friend working shifts with her.

Jack doesn’t exactly have much in the way of a goal beyond staying with Alice at the start, but that changes over time. The more he’s around her, the more he finds a sense of fulfilment that no one else has ever given him. She’s not looking at him like a piece of meat to pleasure her... though, to be fair, he would enjoy it if she did. She’s so kind, caring, and sweet... he just can’t help falling in love with her.

Alice makes Jack feel love. Finally, after so, so long aching for it, he finally found it... and he will not let anyone take her away from him. Soon he finds that all he wants is to stay with her, always.

Unfortunately Alice doesn’t love Jack, not in the way he does for her, at least not yet. Still, he’s patient. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep basking in his sunshine’s warm, happy light and make her so satisfied that she won’t ever even think of getting trying to send him back.

Someday Jack wants their bond to be so strong that he leaves a soul mark on Alice to bind the two of them together... forever. But only if she wants it. He just has to do everything in his power to entice her into wanting forever with him.

Over time, Alice starts to fall for Jack despite herself. His status as a sex demon is very intimidating, but he’s always so sweet and kind. He never forces her to do anything she doesn’t want, and he always reminds her that he won’t ever do anything she doesn’t want. He respects her boundaries and puts her comfort first. It’s just hard for her to find the courage to change their relationship after Ian hurt her so badly.

The same can’t be said for other people interested in getting together with Alice. When a certain customer asks her if she has a boyfriend, she seizes up with fear. Fortunately, Jack is right there, not as an invisible entity, but as a big imposing man with a friendly smile that has quite a sharp edge to it.

Unlike the game, Jack can’t exactly sweet talk Alice right in front of Nick without Nick overhearing, so that tactic won’t work. He can’t coax her into saying yes then and there. He can, however, say that actually he and Alice have a movie date tonight.

This is true. Alice sometimes calls their movie nights after work a movie date. Jack doesn’t say a single lie, but through “pleasant” conversation, he manages to imply very strongly that they’re dating. Nick, dejected, leaves, as he gets the hint that he’s been rejected.

Alice is relieved in the aftermath, but flustered by the implications. She thanks Jack for pretending to be her boyfriend to help her out of that situation, but he says it doesn’t have to be a lie.

This leads to a bit more of a conversation between them on the topic of the two of them dating, and Alice, though terrified of being hurt again, takes the plunge and accepts. Jack, naturally, is absolutely thrilled by this, and of course melts when he coaxes her into admitting that she loves him. It felt even better than he imagined.

It’s not a quick jump to sex, no matter how much Jack would enjoy that. Still, he easily accepts Alice’s request for them to take things slowly. It’s absolutely fine, because her love is so much more filling than any sexual encounter he’s ever had... but oh, how he looks forward to finally making love to his sunshine.

Naturally, when they finally do make love, Jack has the most amazing meal he’s ever had in his life. If he wasn’t addicted to Alice before, he is now, and if someone tries to get between him and his sunshine, well... there’s going to be hell to pay.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney

[gloriaregalirp]

Welcome to Gloria Regali

On this Tumblr, you will find all of the information regarding the discord rp server Gloria Regali : Wizards of Glory, a roleplay based on the universe of Harry Potter.

DISCLAIMER : We completely despise the author of the Harry Potter books, and do not claim to support her at all. That is probably the main reason why we take great liberties regarding the universe, adding our touch to it or totally reinventing some parts. Remember that writing a story that touched billions of children does not allow you to be a total c!nt.

In 2024, you drop your luggage on the pavement of Hogsmeade's train station. Teacher, student, or anything else you want to be, you are now in England, struggling like everybody else with your life and your career. But a threat hangs over Great Britain: the muggles are no longer naive, and they seem ready to reignite the fires.

The Ministry of Magic can no longer contain the rumors that the magical world is hanging by a thread, and it is now time for them to take up arms. For this, what could be better than to draw from the new generation of wizards to forge their weapons of war? Under the pretext of wanting to give more education, Minister Arthur Talley extends the years of study at Hogwarts by five years. A year later, he declared that he wanted to recruit an elite of wizards through competitive events and thus form the ranks of the English magical power.

THE GLORY IS COMMING SOON... Join the temporary server in the source link.

[barnabytremayne]

A Splash of Colour: Reimagining Belle and Sebastian Album Covers

Hey, fellow music lovers of the Tumblrverse! I'm bursting with excitement to share: I've embarked on a journey of re-colourising Belle and Sebastian's album covers, and the results are simply breathtaking.

Belle and Sebastian have gifted us with their whimsical melodies and heartfelt lyrics, creating a musical universe that feels like a warm embrace. But what if we could infuse their album covers with a vibrant array of natural colours, mirroring the beauty of their sound?

That's exactly what I set out to do. Armed with a palette of hues and an unwavering passion for their music, I meticulously reimagined each album cover, breathing new life into these cherished artworks.

Witnessing the transformation unfold is like stumbling upon a hidden treasure. The original artwork takes on a renewed vitality, as if the music itself is swirling within the colors. It's an invitation to delve deeper into Belle and Sebastian's sonic tapestry and unravel new layers of meaning.

From the gentle nostalgia of "Tigermilk" to the dreamy allure of "If You're Feeling Sinister" and beyond, each re-colourised album cover encapsulates the essence of Belle and Sebastian's musical universe. The subtle nuances of their lyrics and melodies find resonance in the carefully selected shades and tones.

My hope is that these re-colourised album covers will inspire you to revisit the music, to let the colours guide you on a visual and auditory journey. Let's celebrate the artistry of Belle and Sebastian in a way that adds an extra layer of magic and captivates our senses.

So, dear Tumblr community, I'm eager to hear your thoughts. Which re-colourised album cover resonates with you the most? How do you envision the connection between music and visuals? Let's come together and revel in the beauty of art and music!

Here's to the captivating melodies of Belle and Sebastian and the power of artistic reinvention. Stay inspired, my friends! 🎨🎶

[wetcatspellcaster]

I deeply apologize for the amount of spam I've just given you. While I'm here I have thoughts:

1. One of my literal writing inspirations doesn't think they're good at writing??????? What type of dark twist of faith is this????????? I literally think about your writing all the time it's so good. I reread it religiously and gain new knowledge. I recent reread the latest chapter of an honest lie and had my eyes opened further to the greatness that was that chapter. I am OFFENDED on your behalf.

Literally you're writing reminded me of my favorite book series of all time, the folk of air, and I was so delighted when I found out you've read it too. (Cardan and pieces!Astarion would think they are the same and shake hands, and then Cardan would be like "anyway so that's why I became a better person" and Astarion would start hissing. Also Jude would break Astarion in half. I'm sorry ik he's like Ascended or whatever but Jude would destroy his ass.)

I say it reminded me of it because you too have such a great upstanding of character, dialogue, and misdirection. Which doesn't mean you lie to the reader, but more that characters make assumptions with the facts given to them, and we as readers have to sort of take ourselves out of their head and view the facts objectively. If you listen blindly to Rose, you will be more blindsided and confused than of you think critically. Like, the idea that beta Astarion actually likes her is Very obvious even from the first chapter but it takes her a good while to really click that in her head because well from her pov it makes more sense that he hates her. GAHH ITS JUST???? UGH. UGH!!!!! ITS SO GOOD

2. I totally plan on book binding Pieces when it's finished. Probably party favors too. Like all of your writing is so good but pieces is so ambitious and it is so rewarding. Stories like this often struggle to reinvent themselves after revelations and the climax (or toward the end of the rising action), but Pieces has managed to keep its identity and change at the same time. While the story is not the same as it was when it started, I'm reading it for the same reasons. And this is doubly hard with dark romance. Dark romance is hard to write because a dynamic like that HAS to have a resolution, whether it be one party giving in or one party acting out. And often dark romances struggle to reach this esolution gracefully, but the direction pieces is going is so good. It's so intentional. I'm insane. YOURE INSANE.

3. I am LIVING for the ACU (astartion cinematic universe) like each story on it's own? Amazing. Lovely. The stories together??? Wretched. Painful. Delicious.

4. I'm happy things went well with your surgery!! Wishing you a speedy recovery.

5. Obligatory take your time with updates, there's no rush. The strong among us shall survive the winter and flourish in the springtime.

Oh God, this got long. Oops! Have a nice day!

hello lovely! thank you for the message, and the extensive tumblr blog peer review 😌😌😌😌 no one is ever going to complain about activity on their blog, we live under the Sway of Statistics :')

unfortunately, either I'm a cesspit of self esteem, or (equally likely) if you were to do a survey of all your favourite fic authors, around 8 out of 10 would express concerns/dissatisfaction with certain parts of their writing. we spend the longest time with our work so that even the things we're proud of become a little taken for gratned, we see all the things we executed different than we planned, and even if we're happy with the final draft the first draft Haunts Our Dreams. I am very happy with a lot of my fic and at this point in this unexpected "oh shit, people like me now" boom I can't exactly pretend it's not successful, but I can and will always see my areas for improvement! I always really love the moment after a project is done where I can go back to the fic and read it again with fresh eyes, and actually appreciate it for what it is! right now, I'm in the trenches lmao.

Though I think the final book fumbled it's execution (I was happy with the 'make each other worse' energy of books 1 and 2, trying to pretend Cardan wasn't a bully wasn't it for me, especially because by that time Jude was on his level), The Cruel Prince is one of my favourite series, so thank you for the comparison!

Book binding is and will always be fine with me, I am very jealous of those with The Skill and still reeling over the idea that anyone wants to do that work with my writing :)

Thank you for the compliment about the development of Pieces and the pacing! I don't read much Dark Romance, but I have noticed some issues in the manga/webtoons I read that seems similar to what you're describing. For me, I'm a big fan of the kind of heroine/villain pairing where everyone's thirsty but no one's moral compasses are budging even an inch, so the people involved have to just glare at each other with lust and hatred, and then go to the privacy of their own home for a morally correct, guilt-free wank lmao. That's the kind of dynamic the story has been serving the whole time, and what it means is that if you ever want them to finally get together, something seismic has to shift - hence the end of Act 2. Luckily for me, I feel like there's room for the kind of interpretation in the Ascendency ending that can give me the artistic license to make that change! It's my genuine hope that people feel sympathy for both Astarion's soul AND the Vampire Ascendent by the end... we'll see soon whether I hit those beats or not lmao.

Idk if I'll do the plot behind Pieces justice yet (I say, hyperventilating in my gdocs) but what I have is an outline I've kept since the beginning, and occasionally elaborated on (I realised a new plot point last night, very exciting times for me) but otherwise stuck to religiously. Some commenters and some wider canon revelations (e.g. the epilogue being released) have not changed it, I've deliberated over doing that in the past but ultimately decided I'd rather have an ending I've planned for from the beginning than swerve and change course halfway through and undermine the delivery! I am hoping, like you say, this will make the conclusion rewarding, because it's foreshadowed from about Chapter 2? It might not be the most perfect or even most original story as a result, but I'm hoping it feels like the groundwork has been laid, and that there's an equal mix of surprises and things people can see coming from the very beginning. It is, indeed, intentional, so that's a nice word to use to describe it, thank you! :)

The curse of concurrent WIPs is a joke I've played on myself. The fact that I had to write a Pieces scene that foreshadows but doesn't ruin the Act 3 conflicts of my canon-playthrough fic is so stupid, I have clowned myself specifically :'))))))

Thank you for the well wishes! Recovery is going well. Idk when updates will happen or with what speed I'll finish the fic, but the good news for readers is I'm autistic, hyperfixated, and an introvert 😌😌 as such, I tend to update things pretty regularly lmao

[omegatheunknown]

15 Questions For 15 Mutuals

Are you named after anyone?

No, but if i had been afab, I would've had to wear Jocasta, which is an impressively heavy mantle.

Do you have kids?

In this economy?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Only at work.

When was the last time you cried?

Across the spiderverse got me a bit, but Saturday morning we watched one hunded and one dalmatians and thinking about the fellowship of the animals helping reunite the family really got to me.

What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Energy, posture, vibe.

Eye color?

Sorta hazel.

What sports do you/have you played?

Played box lacrosse, basketball and tennis until I didn't want to be around the kids who played sports in high school. Which is lamentable, in retrospect.

Any special talent?

Mostly silly memory tricks. A few times I've managed to tell someone i've met for the second time, many years later, exactly when and where and who else was present/introducing us when we met one time before. So... trivia, I've got you covered -- Countries of the world? Stanley Cup Winners? Presidents? Every premise of every episode of TNG or the magic school bus? Usually able to remember things on the basis of remembering when and where I learned them. Have been accused of never forgetting anything ever, but that feels the opposite of true, though maybe I'm just more aware than is typical of everything I have forgotten, for some of the same reasons. Should also point out that I've gotten lost walking home a few different times in my life, so... we all have different talents.

Where were you born?

Calgary, AB

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings mostly. Prefer comedies, at this point in my life.

Do you have any pets?

Sandwich is my partner's familiar, but she counts:

How tall are you?

About 184cm.

What are your hobbies?

TTRPGs, writing, reading, being terminally online, watching/arguing about pro wrestling, cooking/baking new things, sometimes i draw comics.

Favorite subject in school?

in senior year i was allowed to take a class called 'script writing' which was essentially spending an extra hour a day in the theatre department working on literally whatever and occasionally directing freshmen. led to hilarious days where i'd have theatre, film, scriptwriting, free block, lunch, then english lit. best university elective was probably either obituary writing or a film class based on the works of the coen brothers and jim jarmusch.

Dream job?

Talk show host. Roddenberry-esque creator of a thing people love enough to keep going well beyond my paltry limitations and see grow and invert and reinvent itself decades on.

I was tagged by @unbound-shade

I'm going tag, sans obligations, my 15 most recent mutuals. Which is to say, I don't know much about you even to know if you do these sorts of tumblr socializing games. Presumably most of you are mutuals because you like my smut blog but feel free to ignore me! @kittencrack @alexisairhead @cuckoosnestblog @strawbabiezs @witchybibabe @soft-greengoddess @submi55ive-kitten @vera-vondoom @eldritchhbagel @dolliespit @the-harpy-celaeno @sunniedayzxo @dinedwithwolves @420xbabydollx @ripescrumptiouspeach

[bleachbleachbleach]

I think what the last anon meant is that Kubo assigned for each race (shinigami, visored etc) a different font on the chapter title pages (chapter 266 for example) and while all other shinigami have both first and last names written in brush strokes, Rukia's first name is written in a different font that'd suggest she's not a pure shinigami. Kubo confirmed it does have a meaning and he said he might draw it at some point. But the theory's not that she's Yhwach's child, but that she's some kind of a shinigami/hell demon hybrid and that it'll be revealed in the hell arc if Kubo decides to continue it. Here they go more in detail with this https://www.reddit.com/r/bleach/comments/qovgi2/big_investigationpart_2ichigos_friends_special/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

Thank you for the clarification! So we're not talking about kanji--we're talking about fonts! The original ask wanted to know if we had thoughts on the concept. We do not! But we did talk a lot last night about why we do not. Because you know B3; we love a good font discussion.

Speaking for myself, I'm substantially more interested in Rukia's thoughts on fonts; her thoughts on the typescript class Hisagi and Hinamori co-ran in advance of the 1st Annual Gotei 13 Recruitment Poster Design Contest, since in the aftermath of TYBW recruitment needs are at their peak and the last set of posters (See: Colorful Bleach) aren't gonna cut it. How much time does she spend specializing her own font, trying to imbue it with as much of her personality as possible, and maybe even a sense of Sode no Shirayuki? Does Byakuya show up in her office to talk about the last 300 years of Kuchiki craftsmanship that have gone into designing their clan letterhead? Does she give her esoteric calligraphy advice? How similar is it to Hinamori's calligraphy advice, which in the end is Aizen's calligraphy advice because damn it, he may have been sentenced to a lifetime in Muken, but he did have phenomenal penmanship?

I'm interested in these kinds of details as they are experienced by the characters living their lives. I wanna know how Ikkaku decides what he wants for breakfast. And I wanna know less goofy things, too, I mean--I want to know how Hinamori understands her experience of trauma. But that's the vantage point I'm really after when I daydream about Bleach by myself and also when I log onto Tumblr dot Com.

When I think about these ideas from this vantage point, I think they might be a little dangerous, because treating blood status like a puzzle to figure out has gotten Soul Society into a lot of trouble! Mayuri's "studies" of Quincy are probably the big example here, and similar thinking underpins the Vizard execution order; the seeming viability of Rukia's execution order; etc. I imagine that once the aftermaths of TYBW have settled in a bit, the ethics/defilements of Urahara's Hollowfication pills might become a topic of discussion. Or the kinds of soul-quilting Mayuri did for Kira, the whole Zombification thing, all that. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm not sure Soul Society has the capacity to have a discussion about any of this without reinventing scientific racism and justifying genocide all over again.

Let me be clear: I'M NOT SAYING THAT THIS IS WHAT THAT REDDIT POST IS DOING, IS INTERESTED IN DOING, OR ANYTHING SIMILAR TO THESE SENTIMENTS. But in-universe, I think that's probably the first place such a conversation would go. Soul Society batting a thousand as usual! (And that I am interested in!)

I'm also very enthusiastic about the idea that people are interested in taking a more symbol-driven approach! But it's not how I'm personally most excited to engage with this text.

If a Bleach Hell Arc ends up exploring such things, the reality is I spent most of the Hell Arc fixated not on Hell and its potential cosmologies, but on the idea that Hollow bearbaiting is part of the traditional funeral rites in Soul Society. Guys. What. XDD

[gryptids]

do all your ocs know each other or do they have subgroups?

EEE thank u for asking!! The OCs I tag for on Tumblr generally fall into three universes/stories. (Also I had to rewrite this like 3 times bcuz Tumblr's ctrl+z function is broken and I kept doing it reflexively, so apologies if this makes no sense lol)

As The World Caves In (#culecore): A 70s-inspired eldritch horror romcom about a woman on the verge of a nervous breakthrough. When a one-night stand leads to world-shattering revelations about her connection to a distant eldritch god, Cara (far left) must confront love, loss, forgiveness, and her community in order to halt an impending apocalypse. Dealing with centuries of relationship drama from her demigod paramours is just the icing on the cake. Messy, queer, and unapologetically indulgent, this is essentially a creative sandbox that I play in almost 24/7!! I love smashing together these terrible little bitches like dolls :]

From left to right we have Carolyn Klein (main character, cuntress supreme, can easily whip a dish that will bring you to tears), Saoirse Ross (not-really-tortured artist, grappling with the world's most protracted identity crisis, eldritch splinter of Chaos), Jude Collins (walking Leyendecker illustration, Captain Autismo, eldritch splinter of Light), and Victor Ward (depressed line cook energy, massive flirt, eldritch splinter of Void).

Threads of Gossamer and Glass (#tgg): A high fantasy political thriller about what comes after survival, reinventing your mind upon meeting someone new, and trying to not break the world in half a second time. This is a novel-length work I'm currently working on, which means I have a novel-style blurb for it LOL:

"Maria has worked her entire life to secure a seat in the Artea Crea, an artist's guild that serves as the highest governing body in her home nation of Trevigi. But when her sister's illegal magical abilities are discovered, she's given an impossible choice; play diplomat in a suicide mission to a land of savage mages, or see her sister hanged. However, Maria quickly discovers that there's more to Peykangraz that meets the eye; deadly games of magic and politics, a mountain range that appears to be shifting, and a powerful mage who is as confounding as he is alluring. With every new ally, deal, and discovery, she begins to glimpse the buried truth that lies between the land and her mission. But what is she willing to risk -- and to lose -- in pursuing what she believes in?"

(art by the lovely @dying_anniris on Twitter!!)

&Lavender (#&lav): In a story that extrapolates the machinations of the fae courts onto high-class mob politics, Lav finds themself walking the razor edge between worlds when their quiet life collides with the unknown. As a jeweler specializing in intricate gem faceting, Lav creates flashy pieces for humans and fae alike, performing humanity for their clients through a combination of glamour magic and ascerbic wit. The Courts ignore them, and they ignore them right back. As a wyldfae -- too unimportant to be considered Seelie or Unseelie -- they're used to the lack of interest. But when a dangerous artifact comes into their possession, they must risk everything and forge an alliance with a member of the Unseelie Court to protect it. What follows is a saga of lust, destruction, and all the terrible things that happen when you understand how much you're truly worth.

Plus, I've got a few miscellaneous OCs (including Beverly, a waifish Texas cannibal, and Ariadne, a vampiric Oath of Conquest paladin) who fall into their own individual universes! Together they form the Insane Blood-Splattered Women Brigade <3

TYSM for asking!!! I love the chance to talk abt my guys... feel free 2 ask more questions abt them if you're curious!!!!

[alectricblue]

uh oh I've seen people trying to reinvent tumblr university

have we learned nothing... /lh

[tanadrin]

@duct-taping-zhenguo​

feels like this is really easy--some people enjoy studying the humanities, so why shouldn’t they? the same reason people study the arts, or pure mathematics (cf. the discussion ‘round these parts lately about how transfinite numbers probably have no practical application and never will just bc reality doesn’t deal in mega-infinities)

but hedonism aside, there are instrumental reasons to want to study, say, history. if you want to formulate, say, robust economic models that work across many different times and places, maybe you want to incorporate historical data. and to do that you need to collect and sort through that data, and to do that you need to understand your sources, and it will really help if you don’t have to reinvent the wheel when it comes to basic historical methodology every single time. and that you’re not vulnerable to the field-specific equivalent of insane conspiracy theories because your knowledge of history is paper-thin.

and i think people really underrate the extent to which maintaining useful knowledge about some areas requires, like. continually refreshing that knowledge? it’s not enough to have it sitting in books somewhere. i remember stumbling across a discussion on new translations of the medieval scholastics a little while back (I probably linked it on tumblr?), where the translators had made some pretty basic and glaring errors because scholastic latin in a particularly difficult and finicky register of the language, and the state of latin education had decayed terribly in most of the english-speaking world because it’s regarded as unimportant. and like, sure, maybe it is. maybe not enough people want to be able to read the scholastic writers anymore to make it worth it. but this is clearly an instance where having knowledge of the latin language just sitting in books isn’t enough--people need to be trained in it, and trained pretty comprehensively, or we lose the ability to read certain authors.

and (to run with the history example) as the ability to read those authors falls off, because knowledge of the sources and the languages they’re written in falls off, our ability to double-check our theories and judgements against primary sources is also lost, and in the extreme case eventually we’re reduced to a game of telephone where we’re relying on secondhand interpretations of secondhand interpretations. that’s a terrible way to do any kind of systematic inquiry, not just history! imagine trying to write about the themes of jane austen or what you think jane austen’s political opinions were or what the culture and social climate of early 19th century Britain was like without being able to, y’know. read jane austen, or any other texts produced in Britain from ~1750-1850.

now, there’s a separate question which i think sometimes gets conflated with “why should we study the humanities,” which is “why should there be humanities gen ed requirements for people who are majoring in something totally different like STEM,” to which i would say, this is (AFAICT) principally a north american thing. in the (english-speaking, anyway) universities of Europe, if you study law or medicine or physics, every class you take is relevant to the course of study you were admitted for. though i don’t think that produces markedly better or worse education outcomes. i liked it better (it meant i didn’t have to take any math classes as an English major), but it doesn’t seem to produce notably better or worse educational outcomes. (the thing which I think American universities should more directly emulate is not making law and medical school postgraduate courses of study--you can get both a law degree and a medical degree as an undergraduate in Ireland and the UK, without wasting four years farting around in a “pre-law” course or whatever)

the underlying educational philosophy is something like intellectual well-roundedness, which is a virtue so far as we can cultivate it deliberately--if you have a little interdisciplinary knowledge you are perhaps less likely as a physicist to come up with dogshit stupid ideas like “languages lose phonemes the further they get from africa,” because you know the polynesian languages are an extreme outlier that is going to fuck up your data set; or as an economist you are less likely to get your models of past societies wrong because you subscribe to some weird theory of history that was disproven to the satisfaction of most historians fifty years ago.

it is kind of funny how every time we have discourse about the humanities, a large slice of this site will come out and tacitly endorse the opinion that everyone who didn't go to college is not a complete or interesting person

[chimbamuerto]

You know, the whole conversation on tumblr about What Watchers Really Are (and slashmagpie's excellent post) has made me realise. If you wanted to implement Watchers, you could. You know, make your own. Something I do not see a lot is just, different Watchers! Watchers without wings! Watchers with ocean motifs! Teeth motifs, card motifs, death motifs, fire motifs... Grian's Watchers are that, Grian's Watchers. They are cheeky and judgemental and praising and made stone statues of angels and had winged motifs and Grian blew them up because he simply didn't like being told what to do by those people. But the truth is everyone has Watchers. Watchers overlap, and change and mutate and shift and grow and make the same mistakes and repeat themselves as they are replaced and die and more emerge in their place. Even Grian's Evosmp Watchers are Evosmp Watchers. They don't have to be all the same purple robed weird guys! The traffic life's Watchers are specifically "evil" because they crave the content created there. We saw what a hardcore did with unsuspecting hermit-and-adjacent players and we wanted more. Our comments in everyone's series were the demand to keep the series going. It is honestly so on the nose saying that and seeing all those posts about "I want them to milk the Life series for all it's worth I want to see them maim and kill each other and betray themselves all the way down to a bitter ending" but it's just. Exactly That.

And I think that. Comprehending that there are no inherent Watchers other than us opens the way to so many other possibilities in terms of meta, and art, and everything! Like, imagine how cool it would be it more people understood that Watchers are not a central monolothic concept and don't have to be. Watchers can blend in great masses and groups; they can be the small, always present feeling under a player's hair, they can be the guiding force in a peaceful mode world, and a devil on their ear in a hardcore world, all with the same player. Like, I would love a Watcher fic where Bdub's member streams are full of terrified Watchers, where as some of them move on to Scar they begin to go "not this again" and warn Scar about it and they are mortified because Bdubs is explaining shipping to him like a dad who learnt about his daughter's passion for a webseries the week prior.

I know it would technically be like reinventing the concept of "cannonical chats" in an elusive way I believe but. The concept of Watchers as Grian originally conceived it was cool, in the way that they affect the world the player lives in. Bdubs asks for a dress on stream? BAM! Catgirl Bdubs strolling across spawn. Impulse asks for a dwarven skin? BAM! (but for a prize commissions cough cough). Some Watchers follow people on to other games, some other don't, who knows (We kinda get hinted that Martyn's Watchers cannonically do this, at least, since all of his streams under the vtuber handle are part of the same universe). Just, you could have so much fun stuff with the same concepts that allure most people in to the Watcher concept (players are sort of not in control with what happens to them in certain series/contexts and must grapple with being treated sometimes as marionettes) ... while infusing a whole new wave of creativity and personality and just stuff of each's own. Sprinkle in some flavour y'know?

[azure-cherie]

Pick a card

Future spouse reading ( Intuitive)

Choose one of the six posters above : seven song lyrics from your future spouse. ( Confession , praise , upliftment)

Hey love's hope y'all are doing great 💙 , sending beautiful healing energies towards you . Hope you resonate and if you don't please choose another pile . Alter the pronouns according to yourself . Take what can be applicable to you and leave the rest.

Some of these lyrics are based on your present and the others your future .

I've already answered all the asks that were sent during the Intuitive game ,check it out if you haven't and if you didn't receive an answer Tumblr probably deleted it .

Hope you enjoy 💙.

𝕻𝖎𝖑𝖊 1:

Hit the road jack - Ray Charles

Now baby, listen baby, don't ya treat me this way

'Cause I'll be back on my feet some day

Heaven California - Honey gentry

Take me to heaven when you go

If you want me, let me know

Take me to heaven, California

If you want me, I'll adore you

Sweet but psycho - Ava max

You're just like me, you're out your mind

I know it's strange, we're both the crazy kind

You're tellin' me that I'm insane

Boy, don't pretend that you don't love the pain

Little did I know - Julia Michaels

But little did I know

You would be the one I confide in

Learn how to try with

Little did I know

It was you before I ever decided

Home with you - Fka twigs

I didn't know that you were lonely

If you'd have just told me, I'd be home with you

I didn't know that you were lonely

If you'd have just told me, I'd be running down the hills to be with you

Future games - Fleetwood Mac

So you better take your time

You know there's no escape

The future sends a sign

Of things we will create

Baby it's alright

And so have faith

Oh yeah

You invent the future that you want to face

Dionne - Katelyn tarver

And I know it's not very sexy

When somebody loves you this much and knows you this well

𝕻𝖎𝖑𝖊 2:

Big plans - Why don't we

I got real big plans, baby, for you and me

So love me for who I am and for who I'm gonna be

Ain't got everything you want, but got everything you need

So take a chance, take a chance on me

Never be me - Miley Cyrus

But I hope that I'm able to be all that you need

If you think that I'm someone to give up and leave

That'll never be me, no

It's over isn't it - Steven universe

War and glory, reinvention

Fusion, freedom, her attention

Out in daylight, my potential

Bold, precise, experimental

Who am I now in this world without her?

Petty and dull, with the nerve to doubt her

Freaky deaky - Doja cat , Tyga

I've been feelin' freaky deaky

You're on your way to see me

Got the mirror on the ceiling

You're in the mood to please me

Sad girls luv money - Amarae, Kali uchis , Moily

I really like your body, I really like your body

I don't know why you hide it

I wanna see you behind me

Link up- Tinashe

For my next act, watch-watch me cut these bitches off

Yeah I'm a boss

Our song- Anne Marie, Niall Horan

Just when I think you're gone

Hear our song on the radio

Just like that, takes me back

To the places we used to go

𝕻𝖎𝖑𝖊 3:

Vehemence purity ring

Oh my, an angel

If we are brave enough, oooh

She'll take my anger up

Oh my, an angel

I've waited long enough, oooh

The mountain opened up

Dinner and diatribes Hozier

The look of mischief in your eye

Your friends are a fate that befell me

Hell is the talking type

I'd suffer hell if you'd tell me

All your exes : Julia Michaels

I want to live in a world where all your exes are dead

I want to kill all the memories that you save in your head

Late night waltz - Silk skin lovers

Follow me 'til morning rays

I'll follow you 'til daylight fades

Symphony clean bandit , Zara larsson

I've been hearing symphonies

Before all I heard was silence

A rhapsody for you and me

And every melody is timeless

Rainbow - Kacey Musgraves

Well, the sky has finally opened

The rain and wind stopped blowin'

But you're stuck out in the same old storm again

You hold tight to your umbrella

But, darling, I'm just tryin' to tell ya

That there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head

Nikes Frank Ocean

I may be younger but I'll look after you

We're not in love, but I'll make love to you

𝕻𝖎𝖑𝖊 4:

Ugly Nicole Dollanganger

Anything that is beautiful

People want to break

And you are beautiful

I'm afraid

Pink in the night - Mitski

With every drop of rain singing

"I love you, I love you, I love you

I love you, I love you, I love you

I love you, I love you, I love you!"

Inside out- Zedd, griff

When the lights come off and the night is done

Everybody's left, can I be the one?

If it's all I do

I'm gonna love you, love you

She used to be mine - Sara barailles

She's imperfect but she tries

She is good but she lies

She is hard on herself

She is broken and won't ask for help

She is messy but she's kind

She is lonely most of the time

She is all of this mixed up

And baked in a beautiful pie

The bones - Maren Morris

When the bones are good, the rest don't matter

Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter

Let it break 'cause you and I remain the same

All you need to know - Gryffin

I'll lift you when you're feeling low

I'll hold you when the night gets cold

You'll never have to be alone

And that's all you need to know

You must love me - Lana del rey

Deep in my heart, I'm concealing

Things that I'm longing to say

Scared to confess, what I'm feeling

Frightened you'll slip away

You must love me, you must love me

𝕻𝖎𝖑𝖊 5:

City of stars - Ryan Gosling

A look in somebody's eyes

To light up the skies

To open the world and send it reeling

A voice that says, I'll be here

And you'll be alright

Isabelle - Zach Hood

Now I'm wasting time with Isabelle

Five foot sweet with skin like caramel

Every time it feels brand new

Wish I could rewind the things we do

Daddy issues - The neighbourhood

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

Heart shaped box Nirvana

I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks

I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap

Cover me in sunshine - Pink, Willow sage heart

From a distance all these mountains

Are just some tiny hills

Wildflowers, they keep living

While they're just standing still

Bonnie & Clyde - YUQI

We don't need money to feel good

'Cause you're the ride or die the rest of my life

Don't need a party to feel high

We're like the modern version of Bonnie & Clyde

The moon song - Beabadoobee

There's things I wish I knew

There's no thing I'd keep from you

It's a dark and shiny place

But with you my dear

I'm safe and we're a million miles away

𝕻𝖎𝖑𝖊 6:

Superstar -Sonic Youth

Don't you remember you told me you love me baby?

You said you'd be coming back this way again baby

Baby baby baby baby, oh baby

I love you, I really do

How true is your love ? - Hannah Grace

I'll take the pain with the glory

I'll let the love just fill me up

I'll let the hurt run through

How sweet? How deep? How blue?

How true is your love?

I hear you in the music

East of Eden - Zella day

Call me wild, drinking up the sunshine

Be my man and show me what it feels like

Safe and sound - Taylor Swift

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down

You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now

Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound

Dandelions - Ruth B

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

Dancing queen - ABBA

You are the dancing queen

Young and sweet

Hey there Delilah - Plain white T's

A thousand miles seems pretty far

But they've got planes and trains and cars

I'd walk to you if I had no other way

Please decipher the meaning according to your situation , since this is a collective reading .

Hope you resonate !

Thank you so much 🥰❤️

Have a great day 💖

[asweetprologue]

Nili’s Benchmark Geraskier Fic Rec List

hey yall! I officially hit 750 followers (a few days ago, I blew past the benchmark without even realizing!), which is... insane. I truly can’t believe that so many people over the last year have enjoyed my presence in this fandom enough to continue to follow my work. you guys are so great and I love you all so much, so I decided to put together a gift for you!

this is a list of my favorite geraskier fics from the fandom, which I have been putting together over the last year or so. a few of these are big in the fandom, but a lot of them are smaller pieces that I feel deserve more attention! I have provided ao3 and tumblr links where I could find them, as well as ratings and summaries. Most of these are canon!verse because I’m not personally a big fan of modern au’s, but there will be a few of those scattered throughout as well. I’ve divided the fics into two sections: oneshots and multichapter. See the list below the cut!

Being in this fandom truly has gotten me through the pandemic in a big way and I have made so many good friends while here. thank you all for validating my weird obsession with these characters and enabling me in these trying times <3

Oneshots

all that was good, all that was fair (all that was me is gone) | M | 7517 | WARNING: Graphic Depictions Of Violence | @xdandelionxbloomx

Somewhere, deep in a forest, a man drags himself from his grave by sheer power of will. He lies gasping on the forest floor and does not know who or what he is. The world is wide and wonderful, though, and there is so much to see.

Or, Jaskier is so stubborn that he literally comes back from the dead.

Another fascinating addition to the mythology of the Witcher. Jaskier’s slow rediscovery of himself is so well done here. One I’ve come back to again and again. 

As Fast As Love Can Go | T | 9628 | @bygodstillam

There are Faeries in the Wood.

That's what everyone said, at least, not that there was any solid proof. Jaskier had tried, more than once, to find some. Just a hint somewhere, of a real story, of real magic. But all anyone seemed to have was stories.

Jaskier was determined to find proof. He wasn't expecting to find a witcher in the process.

Fascinating fic with some really interesting worldbuilding, and a fresh new take on True Love’s Kiss. Also with some great art by @hehearse!

beautiful, he stirs up still things | T | 2575 | @alittlebitmaybe

“You’re not asking me to dance,” says Geralt.

Jaskier turns his palm up on his knee, offering it. “I think you’ll find I am.”

Just them dancing. This is a lovely sort of pre-relationship dynamic. So soft.

Dialogue Prompt | NR | 2932 | @reinvent-and-believe

Dialogue Prompt 48: “You make me want things I can’t have.” Wordless I-love-you 50: buying them a special treat when you go out shopping

Geralt gets Jaskier a gift, which prompts some confessions.

Even a small love | E | 22,272 | WARNING: Rape/Non-Con 

“Well,” Jaskier replies distractedly. “Lots of things want to strangle you.”

“You don’t.”

It isn’t a particularly troublesome accusation, or even necessarily an accusation at all.

This is one I read early on in the fandom, and it really stuck with me. The dynamic between Jaskier and Geralt is perfect, and the misunderstandings between them feel so realistic. The non-con is not extreme, but do mind the warnings. 

For the Space of a Heartbeat | T | 2021 | @drowningbydegrees

As it turns out, falling into bed with your very best friend who you are privately very much in love with isn't nearly so nerve wracking as waking up with them the morning after.

Just sweet, morning after discussions. I love to see them talking for once.

Greensleeves | T | 10,414 | @rebrandedbard

When Geralt crosses paths with Jaskier in the spring, the world is dressed in green. Quite literally. Everyone everywhere is wearing green, and it all comes down to a song Jaskier has written that, to his mortification, has become popular throughout the Continent. It's torment, being forced to preform the song over and over again and have his heart broken anew. But who is this Lady Greensleeves the people say Jaskier is so maddeningly, heartbrokenly in love with? At the baron's wedding party, Geralt is determined to find out.

This is one of my personal faves - there’s just something about Jaskier’s feelings being put on blast while Geralt remains totally oblivious that I think is so very them. And the resolution at the end is delightful.

I Don’t Wanna Fall (If It’s Not In Love) | E | 13,902 | @writinglizards

The first time it's out of desperation. Things get rapidly out of hand from there.

OR the building of a relationship through mutual wank sessions.

I love everything Ashley writes, but this one was the first fic I read by her and it still has a warm place in my heart. I also highly recommend It’s Been A While (makes me cry every time) and Tell Me Honestly

Like a Storm, Like a Flood | T | 1065 | @valdomarx

Jaskier is leaving for the winter, and Geralt can't bear the thought of not seeing him for months.

It was soooo hard to pick only one fic by George, but this one is so soft and sweet and yearning I just had to go with it. This is really just about Geralt finally hitting a breaking point and saying enough is enough.

one flesh | E | 10,763 | WARNING: MCD 

“Well, then. I’m a ghost.” Jaskier spread his arms grandly. Geralt held his gaze for a moment, then dropped his head and laughed. Jaskier put his hands on his hips. “Do fill me in on what’s so funny.” It wasn’t funny. It was just so - ridiculous, the things Geralt’s fucked up brain would invent. This had to be the last nail in the sanity coffin, it just had to be.

Or: Jaskier is a ghost, and Geralt is a mess.

Jaskier dies and comes back as a ghost to haunt Geralt into taking care of himself. Geralt does not handle this gracefully. This fic is so sad and heartbreaking, but the ending is so sweet.

to render it transparent | E | 23,901

Geralt wakes up warm, peaceful, and utterly content, which is how he knows that something is severely wrong.

Sigh. This fic. This is a time travel fic - Geralt ends up in the future living with Jaskier on the coast, just after the mountain. It’s slow and beautiful and extremely bittersweet, all about how we choose to love people despite how much it can hurt us.

With All the Continent A Stage | M | 4745 | @greyduckgreygoose

Later, Geralt learned that the play was four hours long. Four hours long. It didn’t feel like it. Most of it passed by in a fever dream of ominous music, dance-fighting and dryads in gossamer leaves, swinging from hoops attached to the ceiling. Yennefer made an appearance, played by Priscilla in a glittering negligee. She sang a song to Geralt about putting him “Under Her Spell”, and they had a sensual dance number which was made a little strange by a sickened Jaskier (played by Jaskier) coughing loudly in the background.

(Jaskier invites Geralt to a musical production inspired by his own life.)

Jaskier basically writes Geralt a love letter in the form of a four hour long play. Geralt is an idiot about it.

Multi-Chapter Fics

A Lover’s Lament | M | 25,364 | @somedrunkpirate

So,” Jaskier begins, as casually as he can, “you are telling me, that in theory, if I were to be in love with someone — anyone — that person could well be in terrible danger?”

Of all terrible and ridiculous things that have threatened Geralt’s safety, Jaskier’d never thought that loving him might be what will get him killed.

I honestly can’t count the number of times I’ve read this fic. The monster is so interesting, and the mythos of it fits seamlessly into the world of the Witcher in my mind. Jaskier being so afraid that his feelings are going to put Geralt at risk, clearly unable to see that Geralt is going through the exact same thing. I think about the scene with them looking at each other almost daily. 

A Pair of Gloves, the Scent of Roses | M | 24,134 | WARNING: Graphic Depictions of Violence

In the bustling days before the Midsummer festival, Geralt is sent into the countryside to deal with a monster - with Jaskier once again by his side. But the bard has not forgiven him, and while he's not hiding his contempt for the Witcher, he is recalcitrant about revealing his true motives for joining him. As the hunt turns into a desperate mission to save an innocent man and the monster is not what is seems to be, Geralt learns a few new things about his old friend and decides to finally attempt to mend the rift between them...

This is one of my favorite’s in the fandom - it feels so believable, the world is so rich and the oc’s are convincing and charming. Geralt and Jaskier feel so honest here, stumbling around each other but still drawn together. Beautiful beautiful beautiful

Bearing the will of the flower | NR | 11,449 

The way Jaskier sees it, his hobby of following a witcher around was always pretty likely to get him killed.

The fact that it's happening now because the witcher in question doesn't love him, he thinks as he coughs up crumpled flowers, hardly makes a difference.

My favorite hanahaki fic in the fandom. I’m such a sucker for these, and these two idiots being so incapable of talking about their feelings really makes them prime candidates. 

Food of Love | T | 22,488 | @wallatile-qvibbler

I brought a dead princess back to life through the power of song is the kind of thing that would have got an eyebrow raise even from the stone-faced Geralt of Rivia, so it's a good thing he and Geralt will probably never see each other again.

(or: the one where Jaskier channels magic through his songs, and it almost never goes as expected.)

This is a Jaskier and Renfri centric fic, which wasn’t something I knew I wanted until I read this. Jaskier is a bard which in this AU comes with magical powers, but it feels so well integrated into the universe that I wish it was just... how the Witcher is. Renfri is so good here, and even though Jaskier and Geralt barely even interact you can feel the tension and love between them. Cannot recommend highly enough.

friends and allies of the witcher | T | 10,312 | @theamazingbard

Yennefer crawls over to her newest cellmate. They’re curled up on their side. Breathing, but only just. She’s not sure what she’s hoping for when she turns them over. Still isn’t when she sees that it is indeed Jaskier.

“Shit."

Yennefer and Jaskier each suffer in more ways than one at the hands of Nilfgaard.

Yennefer and Jaskier get capture by Nilfgaard and tossed into a cell together. Exactly what I want out of season 2 honestly. Their interactions are gold.

I’d Be the Choiceless Hope | E | 45,188 | WARNING: Rape/Non-Con | @lesdemonium

As a baby, Jaskier was visited by a fae, who gifted Jaskier's mother with Jaskier's obedience. As Jaskier grew older, the "gift" became more of a curse.

You know I’m not gonna make a rec list without listing Zoe’s Ella Enchanted au. Need I say more?

Silver and Copper | M | 56,139 | WARNING: Graphic Depictions of Violence | @kaer-cuan

Geralt is just supposed to pass through the quiet Lettenhove area. He's not anticipating being begged by its people to help save their viscount from a curse that keeps him from daylight. Lord Jaskier, they call him, and he's likely dying.

As Geralt struggles to untangle the ugly web of history that has lead to the increasingly complicated curse, he finds himself spending more and more time with the strange young viscount and wondering just what he might have been before the curse, and who he might be after. But things are not always as they seem, and as the curse tightens its grip on Jaskier, Geralt is forced to face the fear of failing yet another person whose choices were stolen from them.

Or-

Jaskier is kept from becoming a bard. Geralt finds him anyway.

This is a fic that haunts me. It’s very scary in parts, and mind the tags - there are some very heavy themes here. But it’s beautiful and touching, and Jaskier feels very true to himself even though his origin is so different.

we could be married (and then we'd be happy) | E | 50,222 | @a-kind-of-merry-war

Jaskier reached into his pocket, fingers grasping around the little box. He pulled it out with what he hoped was a romantic flourish, flipping it open to reveal the simple gold band inside. “Geralt,” he said, confidently, cooly, like this wasn’t terrifying, “Will you marry me?”

Geralt and Jaskier fake marriage proposals to get free deserts and shit but it goes tits up when Vesemir catches them in the act. Not knowing how to fess up, they go along with it for a while, which is hell because they’re both pining like mad. As I said, I don’t love modern au’s, but it’s merry so of course this one had to end up on my list.

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And that’s it! 20 fics for you, and hopefully you can all find one or two you haven’t read before. There are a lot of people and fics that I didn’t include in this list only because I was trying to not put a million down (which I could). I highly recommend anything by @wherethewordsare, @julek, @contemplativepancakes, @witcher-and-his-bard, and @inber, as well as those linked to fics above, and I’m sure there are others I forgot to mention. Yall have truly made being in this fandom worthwhile <3

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I usually don't look, but i took a gander, and Occamshipper is shitting on you and Jared on his/her tumblr again haha. S/he is talking about how out of date and you are, especially with Q scores, and reasons why jared isn't really popular again. Looking at track records and intelligence and analytical skills, my money is on you and your insites over her today his tomorrows views on the industry. One of you actually tries to give a balanced view and also places value based on more than one factor. I guess wanting to see misha and jensen or their characters touch weiners is a second value. Just like his opinions, that is going to not happen as well. I don't know weather I love the fandom for all the drama and entertainment or hate it for the complete lack of comprehensive ability and entitlement so many of the fans have. It almost seems like all the green and blue hair dye has permanently damaged parts of their brain.

Occam thinks if he says Alabama abracadabra then everything he says must be believed lol.  

Like how AAs reinvent history, hellers like Occam does the bizarro and flip reality such as falsely claiming the highly desirable holding deals = bad awful terrible deals.  Why?  Because Occam is a grifter selling one specific narrative to bitter pressed fans in exchange for MONEY, which I heard is not much these days.   Probably because Occam knowingly LIED about Destiel becoming canon and then LIED again by blaming Jared & CW on why Destiel didn’t go canon.

Nobody has the right to invent an alternative reality and force other people to play along.  In Occamshipper’s case, force people to pay $$ along his The One Ring narrative to rule them all and in the darkness bind them.

But as you said, there are more than The One Factor when trying to draw conclusions. Walker and The Boys have the same number of viewing time: 600 million minutes per episode. But that does not mean they have the same number of viewers because another factor is emotional attachment. Walker probably has at best, half the viewers of The Boys, but viewers are more emotionally invested in the Walker characters and rewatch episodes.

We all have our One Ring in our lives, the thing that drives us beyond ourselves (anger, greed, lust, and power). But at some point, we need to confront such darkness and learn to overcome it, otherwise our greed, anger and desires may turn us into something we don't recognize.  Everyday Occam turns himself more and more like Gollum in order to cover up his LIES by spreading misinformation and slander against Jared (and CW by default) and doubling down on his The One Way narrative.

Poor Occamshipper  

Two Northwestern University marketing researchers, David Gale and Derek Rucker carried out experiments where they subtly manipulated their subject’s confidence and found that when subjects were faced with doubt, people shout even louder. (X)

"When they were asked to write something to persuade someone else about their opinions, those who felt less confident wrote significantly longer missives. With a sliver of doubt in their minds, they spent more effort in their attempts at persuasion."  Look familiar, right?  Occam circular argument designed to confuse and exhaust you lol.