#i forgot to say this before but the star is a link to a song that ive picked for each oc!!!

[rottengurlz]

Audrina Thatcher She/Her ★

She grew up with both of her parents in her life but they could never be around as much as they wanted to be. Her parents were highschool sweethearts who dropped out once they became pregnant with her. Audra is the oldest of 5 kids but she always felt like the actual parent of her household. She still loved her parents more than anything, she cared for them just as she cared for her younger siblings. Once all the kids were in bed Audra was warming dinner for her parents who had to work the late shifts because they paid more. She would have to go to school the next day exhausted, barely being able to stay awake in class. She was the one who picked up her siblings from school and helped them with their homework. She fed them, put them to bed, and each day repeated the same.  

She’s bisexual

She’s 5 foot 8 inches

She smells like Geranium scented soap

She still talks to her 4 other siblings secretly. She has 2 younger brothers named Theodore and Edward and 2 younger sisters named Rosemary and Frances. Their mom purposely named them older names because she thought they sounded smarter. She’s the closest to Theodore and talks to him every day on the phone. He’s the only person she’s been honest about her “ailment”. He was hesitant at first and thought she was losing her mind and stopped talking to her for a while. But eventually he accepted her, but he still sends her recommendations for therapists every month.

When she could still cook her favorite thing to make was Carbonara. It was the first thing she’d make when her family got food stamps at the beginning of the month and they could afford meat. Her siblings called it “fancy spaghetti”.

Her favorite color is cornflower blue

Regardless of how exhausted she was every day she had very good grades in school and was always praised by her teachers. She always wanted to go to parent teacher conferences as a kid to show off to her parents but they never had time. 

She got into college on a scholarship and was planning on getting a degree in business. She was the one who managed her family’s money and all the bills. She hoped those skills that were forced on her could actually get her somewhere in life. 

Audra worked a part time job as a waitress to help her family while she was gone. She found out from her younger brother Theodore that her parents were using the money to gamble. He didn’t want to tell her at first but he found an electricity shut off notice and was scared so he ran to the only person he knew he could trust.

She ended up dropping out of school because she was working too many hours to try and keep up with her parents spending and began failing all her classes. Losing her one chance at changing her life was the final nail in the coffin for Audra. She realized she couldn’t take care of her parents anymore and instead she needed to take care of herself since no one else ever would. She refused to move back in with her parents or give them another cent, once she told her parents that her mother slapped her across the face. That was the last time she ever saw her family.

After shoving her family into her past she did whatever she wanted, she spent her money however, slept with whoever she wanted, went to clubs, made friends, and had fun. For once in her life she was finally free, until she wasn’t.

The day she was turned she woke up in an alley with the stars lighting the sky. She was thrown into a corner, faced down like a piece of trash. She doesn’t remember much from the beginnings of her hunger besides their screams. 

After every feeding it was like she became conscious again, the world became clear, and the screams of her victims would echo through her mind. She remembered the crunch of their bones as she gripped their throat. She remembered the blood sliding down her throat and warming her belly.  She was a monster. She needed to die but she deserved a chance at living more.

She would prowl clubs, bars, casinos, anywhere with pathetic little people who would give up a little blood for a fun time. She would pick up the most desperate person she could find and take them up to a room she made sure they paid for. She would seduce them, fuck them, and then drain just enough blood so she wouldn’t kill them, rob them of everything they had in their pockets, and then kick them out. 

She met a woman named Leona at a casino bar, but Leona was different; her eyes weren’t glazed over like every other addict ruining their lives in her vicinity. She wasn’t oozing with desperation and helplessly trying to hide a wedding ring Audra would just steal anyways. Leona was alluring, her eyes blazed a fire over every inch of Audra’s skin, her plump red lips had a confident smirk like she knew all she would have to do is wave her hand and Audra would crawl right into her lap. 

Audra didn’t fuck Leona, Leona dominated her. She consumed every bit of her, and Audra was happy to give herself up on a platter. The moment the bite came Audra couldn’t stop herself from drinking her dry. Leona’s blood was intoxicating like nothing she had ever tasted before. She was watching the life drain from Leona fast, she was shaky and pale, but she didn’t pull away from her. Instead, her eyes rolled up into her skull and she was desperately pulling Audra closer to her like she was urging her to suck even more. It was like they were stars hurtling towards earth together ready to destroy anything in their path. Leona was special and Audra knew she would never be able to let her go. 

All of her clothes are stolen or bought from stolen credit cards from rich assholes she fucked. She would specially steal from dickheads who had pictures of their families hiding inside their wallets. 

She thought being a vampire could at least give her cool powers like telekinesis or mind control but all she got was a thirst for blood and to look desperately anemic. 

She loved dying her hair as a kid to every cheap hair dye color she could get her hands on. Since turning her hair no longer grows so she buys wigs now whenever she wants to changer her hair.

#i gave her a little update too #her lips look so soft grrrrr #i forgot to say this before but the star is a link to a song that ive picked for each oc!!! #mysims #oc: audra #sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 edit #simblr #ts4 simblr #the sims community

[naomihatake]

In search of freedom (Ch. 4)

4. One step forward

Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5

⠀⠀⠀⠀She's been searching for freedom her entire life and everytime she thought it was laying right in front of her eyes, she was mistaken. She was running around the East Blue, seeking herself and her dreams, meeting people she never forgot. No matter how much she traveled, she could only catch a glimpse of peace before realizing everything would crumble at her feet.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Maybe it was destiny that brought her on that ship with three strangers — foolishly, that's what she tried to believe when the moon shined beautifully and hope settled in her chest, squeezed by the same ribcage where feelings were blooming.

Pairing: female!reader x OPLA Zoro Roronoa

Warnings for this chapter: fluff, some angst, alcohol

Word count: 3.8k

Theme song: fic spotify playlist (click on the link)

A/N: Tons of interactions between Zoro and reader. Not a long chapter, but I wanted to offer more insight about the reader's past and the relationship she has with her crewmates. I know they travel from Syrup village to Baratie in a day, but I wanted this exact scenario, so let's say it took a half a day longer ;) Not proofread yet.

The reader is referred to as "Witch" because I have no intentions of using "Y/N".

I'm open for comments and opinions! <3

They spent the rest of the day buying supplies for the journey. With no previous discussions, they all came to the conclusion that Nami would handle the berries, with some opinions from the witch who was used to always saving up money. 

The witch has loads of information and experience about the map of the stars above, so she decided to save Nami from a sleepless night. She already took a nap after they set sail a few hours before dawn, falling asleep after she laid down on the sofa in the cabin. She completely forgot about her wound, too tired to mind the pain at that time, as if she's got hit in the head again. 

Now, she was purposely ignoring the ache. She analyzed the stars for long enough to figure out where they were heading. From Zoro's perspective, the way she counted the stars and figured out the cardinal points was witchy. Realistically, he knew that Nami must've had the same way of figuring out how to sail during the night and not only her, but other sailors as well. 

The witch sat on the deck, her back resting against the mast, her head tilted back to gaze up at the stars. The wound stung and it was uncomfortable, but she didn't want to bother herself with cleaning it up. Also, she had no clue where some bandages might be, and she didn't have the energy to go around and ask about it. 

Meanwhile, Zoro knocked two times at Nami's door, opening it after receiving a sign he could enter. The navigator was sitting on one of the hanging beds in the room with some notes and maps in her lap. 

"Do you know where's some first aid kit?" Zoro asked. 

"Hm?" she raised her head at him, frowning. "Did you trip after drinking too much booze and got hurt?" 

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. 

"I didn't even drink today. Just tell me where it is." 

"Should note it down in the calendar," she scoffed with a smile. "There should be one in the chest over there," she pointed at it by tilting her head. 

In the corner of the room, under a small desk, was the chest she mentioned. He opened it and found what he was searching for. 

"Oh," he heard Nami whispering. 

When he looked at her from where he was crouching, she had a shit-eating grin on her face. 

"What?" 

He was absolutely clueless. The most oblivious man Nami has ever seen and, for the record, they were all oblivious as fuck. 

"Nothing," she smiled innocently. 

What is she up to? Zoro wondered. 

With the first aid kit box in his hand, he got out of the room and walked back to the deck, where the same woman stargazed. His hand was still resting on the hilt of his sword while he stomped on the wooden planks. She hasn't moved one inch, except for the gentle smile that tugged at her lips. 

The only source of light was a gas lamp on a barrel close to her and she glowed. He stopped in his tracks to gaze at her the same way she looked up at the sky and he realized quickly that his lungs stopped  functioning. 

I'll need some booze after this. 

He let the kit fall in her lap and he was surprised by the lack of discomfort she showed at his sudden appearance. Each time someone came from behind, he saw her step away or react in some kind of way, be it a grimace on her face or a sharp inhale. 

"What's this for?" 

"Take a guess," he shook his head. 

She was impossible. Did she do it intentionally? 

"Shit, I completely forgot about the bandana," her eyes widened in surprise. 

She undid the knot of said material as fast as she could, inhaling through her teeth at the sharp pain. 

Only then he noticed an unopened bottle of something — he hoped it would sting his throat — sitting to her other side. He sat cross legged and leaned in over her legs to wrap his fingers around the bottle, tugging with his teeth at the cork. 

"That was mine," he heard a faint voice complaining. 

"It was."

He hid the smirk threatening to show on his face by placing the bottle at his lips, taking some long gulps. The alcohol stung so pleasantly against his tongue and he anticipated a sense of calm once he'd drink enough. 

A restrained hiss got his attention. The witch's lips were knitted together and she tried to clean her wound with a wet cotton ball — it was alcohol, he guessed. After swallowing hard, she continued to tap the skin lightly. Her other hand was digging into her thigh, distracting her with another kind of ache. She was obviously concentrating, the reason why she didn't spit out smart remarks at him. 

Zoro sighed heavily and let the bottle down with a low thud. 

"Will you need stitches?"

"No," she muttered. 

If she wouldn't have been hurt, her face would've looked almost cute. 

Since when did he start thinking that way about people? It must be the booze. 

She seemed relieved when she finished. The next step was to apply some ointment, which was less troubling. 

Then, came the impossible task: wrapping her wound with one hand. Since her other upper arm was hurt, she couldn't do it any other way. The wheels before her eyes worked well enough — certainly, there were a few ways she could do that. 

It couldn't be that hard, right? 

The swordsman by her side achieved inhuman abilities, because telepathy wasn't something that happened naturally. She needed help dressing the wound. 

The real issue was will she ask for help? 

He didn't know exactly why he wanted to hear her say something. Anything. The smallest word leaving her lips would sound like a yes in his head and he would act accordingly with the alcohol swimming through his veins. 

It wasn't in his nature to be so calculated. Nonetheless, exceptions always existed. 

He didn't need to be proud about helping her. No, it was far from that. He had another kind of pride and it settled in the scabbards still holding his swords at his hip. Zoro wanted to see how far she'd go until she realized that asking for help wasn't a sin. 

"Um," her lips parted. 

"Give me the bandages."

He opened his hand for her to place the white material in it. 

"I wanted to say that you owe me a bottle of booze," she blinked up at him confused. 

He didn't wait for her to give him the bandages, instead, he took them by himself and positioned himself a bit closer. Suddenly, the alcohol seeping in his bones helped more than he guessed the first time he saw the bottle. 

Was he holding back his usual strength at that moment? There were no coherent thoughts in his head while he wrapped the white material around her upper arm as gentle as he was capable of. Zoro avoided grazing his fingertips over her skin, but it was impossible any other way, so he found himself in a weird stance: his hand would hold her arm still from time to time while he rolled the bandages. 

A cruel mistake was to look into her eyes, which he unfortunately did. The witch was also looking at him. Probably, he should be more grateful about the way her intense gaze didn't falter when it met his own, even if it made his stomach tingle. 

He drank too much. Or too little. 

There was one way to find out and that would be taking another bottle to drown down his throat. 

He was never the one to look away first, be it an enemy or a friendly staring contest. However, he failed that time. 

There must've been some potion in that bottle. Otherwise, there was no explanation. 

"Thank you." 

It was the second time she thanked him in a day. The swordsman didn't see much in these things, but he was genuinely intrigued about the nature of his own gestures. As someone used to actions, questions sounded pointless in between his thoughts. Then, why did he suddenly ask instead of straight up finding out the answer? 

Why did he do these things without being asked to? 

"Sure," he let out softer than it was meant to be. 

He got up and headed to the galley to grab two more bottles of alcohol. 

There was a different feeling than the usual duty he felt about people. She didn't need his protection or help, she could perfectly do it all on her own. She skillfully tossed knives through the air and was awfully proud about her abilities, a confident smile on her face. 

Zoro never asked, but he guessed she was part of that world long before they appeared in her life. It wasn't possible to follow the rules of the sea unless you sailed before and she conquered the power of water itself. 

And the strength of his heart on top of that. 

"Zoro!" Luffy's enthusiastic voice beamed. "Let's learn the stars."

"What?" 

Wasn't that the reason why Nami and the witch were on that ship? They already knew a lot. 

"It's fun! I didn't know there were bears in the night sky!" 

"Of course there aren't bears in the sky!" Usopp commented. 

"They're just constellations, Luffy," the woman chuckled. 

Both of them came to her like curious owls with big eyes, begging her to show them some stars; now, all of them sat on the deck. Of course their supposed captain would learn about anything only to forget half of it the next minute, but the intention mattered, right? 

She didn't expect the swordsman to accept Luffy's invitation, but he did so, sitting in the same place he did a minute ago. Only the booze would determine whether or not he'd have enough patience to concentrate. 

"Why is it called Ursa Major? Is there another one?" Usopp turned his head. 

"Yes: Ursa Minor," she pointed her index finger at the sky above. "The Ursa Major  is there, right? They look the same, but the other one is smaller."

The sky was filled with stars and there were so many of them, it was almost impossible to spot a specific one. They sparkled beautifully, as if they smiled back at the pirates eager to learn their names. 

"Where, where?" Luffy looked up, confused. 

The witch moved her hand to the side and pointed at another constellation. 

"Search for the same figure, but in smaller form."

"Fount it!" Luffy and Usopp exclaimed in unison. 

She let out another soft chuckle and the swordsman paid more attention to that lovely sound than the stars she mentioned. 

"See the tip of the bear's tail? That is its brightest star and it's called the North Star. Whenever you point towards the spot on the horizon directly below it, it means you're pointing north." 

Luffy's lips were opened in surprise while he looked at the sky. 

"So you're also a navigator!"

"Just because I'm better than Zoro at directions doesn't mean I'm a navigator," she joked lightly. 

"I think you're overdoing it," the swordsman huffed.

"That's why you were so late?!" 

Usopp was already cackling. 

"The mansion was in front of your eyes and you still decided to go the other way," she nudged at him. 

"I was just checking around," he muttered between gritted teeth. 

"You're so bad at lying, Zoro," Luffy teased him. 

Their captain and the sniper were laughing colorfully, until tears gathered on top of their lashes. The sound was accompanied by the same reaction coming from the witch, who was unaware of the palm she placed on Zoro's shoulder, while the other hand was holding onto her stomach. 

However, the swordsman was hyper aware about it. It warmed him up almost as pleasantly as the booze, but it was a foreign sensation settling into his stomach. Those gentle fingers that wielded knives and had been dirtied by blood touched him and he didn't have an ounce of will within to push her away. 

It's just a touch, what am I getting so worked up for? 

"We just need to find a musician and the crew is complete!" Luffy smiled brightly. 

The witch's hand dropped from Zoro's shoulder, gripping at one of the bottles he brought with him. 

"I can sing," she whispered as if it was meant to be only for herself. 

"I can dance!" Usopp grinned. "Guys, you have no idea how I was the star of countless parties! Captain, you have everyone you need right here." 

Before the Straw Hat could say anything, the witch opened her bottle. 

"With a guitar, Luffy, otherwise I won't start disturbing the fish in the sea," she let out a short sigh. 

"If we find a guitar at our next destination, do you promise to play the guitar?" 

The puppy eyes boring holes into her forehead couldn't be ignored so easily. Defeated, she nodded and took a long gulp from the bottle. 

"Great!" 

And with that, Luffy got to his feet, his chin tilted down to look at his friends. 

"Good luck with the night watch."

"I'll come to watch over you, Luffy," Usopp solemnly touched his heart. "Who knows when an enemy will sneak in. I need to be prepared and protect my friends!"

"So tonight we find out about your snoring habits," the swordsman arched his eyebrow. 

"I don't snore!" he frowned while he walked side by side with Luffy. 

"Good night, you two," the witch smiled in their direction. 

Zoro continued drinking from the bottle in his hand, the first one he picked up already empty, sitting by his side. The witch had far less resistance than him and none of them got some well deserved sleep in the last two days. He acknowledged the proximity between him and the woman sitting at his right, but annoyance crawled up his throat — why he wanted to be near her was beyond him. 

"For how long have you been on a ship?" he wondered out loud.

"Is it obvious it's not my first time?" 

They turned towards each other at the same time, locking gazes the same way they did when he bandaged her wound. At least that time there was a plausible and logical reason — one he created on the spot. The second time it happened, he was just pulled towards her like a magnet. 

And maybe they were not exactly opposites nor each other's mirror, but they always found themselves in the presence of the other. 

"This can't be your first journey on the sea," he shrugged. "You're not scared at all."

"Did you just imply that I'm scared of water?" she cocked an eyebrow at him. 

"Then are you scared of land? You were damn anxious back in Syrup Village." 

The witch crossed her arms under her chest in a defensive manner. 

"It was my intuition." 

"You were losing your shit."

His teasing comment received a wide-eyed stare from her. 

"That's not true." 

Her lips were pulled in a thin line right after and she averted her eyes, looking back at the stars. She was searching for the right words to tell him lame stories she was fond of. 

"I'm used to sailing, yeah. Was part of a crew for almost two years and then left because I couldn't find my place there. It was my father's crew."

"So it runs in the family."

"Kind of," a sour smile creeped on her lips. "My mother hated pirates. How come she married one? He didn't become a pirate until years later." 

After another long glance towards a constellation she just noticed, she brought the bottle to her lips and gulped down until half of the bottle was gone. The memories flowing back always left a bad taste in her mouth, a sensation she wanted to fight against with some more alcohol. 

"And you are a pirate."

The conclusion was obvious. 

"I don't think I have to say it out loud, do I?" 

The sad smile on her lips didn't falter. The spoken admission that her mother hated her guts for choosing the same life as her father would've hurt more than the silence that spoke for itself. Memories sucked her into the past like a water vortex in the middle of the sea. 

"What do you mean by 'I'm leaving in the morning?" her mother had furrowed her eyebrows at her. 

The tension could've been cut through with the knife resting against the young girl's hip. She resembled her father too well: they walked the same, they had the same gaze and far too similar weapons. 

Before her mother's eyes wasn't standing a daughter anymore, but a pirate, monsters she hated from the bottom of her heart. Cruel, ruthless, merciless monsters with no hearts. People with egos bigger than their bounties and strength that could wipe away entire islands. 

Demons. 

Her daughter has become a demon. 

"You're talking after your monster of a father," her mother spat out after slapping the table with her palm. 

"We both know he was more humane than you."

"Where did you learn such words from, girl?!"

"You."

The witch was still standing in front of the door with a bag hung over her right shoulder. A merely sixteen years old with fire burning in her irises. 

"He's a criminal and a thief on top of it! A liar! A betrayer!" the woman's voice rose higher, threatening to break glass. 

"Maybe you didn't agree with his living style, but he's never done anything to us! The sea is a battlefield, it's kill or get—"

"I've heard that excuse coming from him countless times, I don't need you to quote that man!"

"If he is just 'a man' for you, just know that he was always more of a father for me than you were a mother."

A sharp sound bounced off the walls and the young witch's cheek stung after the woman's hand flew across her face. Her head turned to the side, but no whimper left her lips. 

"I dare you to say that again. As if you didn't live under my rooftop ever since he became a pirate — a monster." 

The young girl used to be bold even at that time. Her left cheek ached painfully, but it didn't stop the fire from burning. No, it was like pouring gasoline over it, thinking it would stop. 

She turned her head towards her mother and rolled her shoulders back, eyes boring holes into her forehead. 

"He was a better father than you were a mother." 

A stable voice and clear words filled with venom to the brim. She didn't falter, nails digging into her palms as she tried to contain her anger — her hatred. 

"Is that what you wanted to hear? You lack self awareness, mom. You seem to forget about the times when you'd tell me I'll become a failure just like him. You intentionally brush aside the speeches you gave me about how no matter what I wish for, I have to just suck it up and accept the fact that all I will ever be is an obedient girl. I'm not obedient and I'm not a girl — I'm a pirate. No one on the sea cares whether or not I'm a woman."

"These are fairy tales for children! You won't be able to survive for longer than a day. You will come back crawling at me and I'll remind you who was right!" 

"See? Exactly what I was saying. You're just proving my points and yet you cease to realize. Everytime you hit me, everytime you degrade me, every single time when you want to show me you have power over me — all of these are pointless."

A reckless teenager grasping for the first time at the notion of freedom after mourning her deceased father for five days. A flame learning how to burn. 

She made one step closer, the furrow between her eyebrows deepening. 

"Kill me. You've always craved seeing my father dead, didn't you? Why don't you kill me too? Wouldn't that make you happy? I bet it would, since you always acted like it."

Words could hurt and she learnt it from her mother, it seemed like. She's never heard someone use words like she wielded knives better than that woman and that time it backfired. 

Before she even realized it, the bottle her fingers gripped at was almost empty, making it easier for tears to gather in the corners of her eyes. She's been silent for so long and Zoro glanced at her from his peripheral. 

"And him?"

"Been dead for three years. I became a part of his crew right after. It didn't make any sense to continue living in my hometown any longer. They're like a shadow ship — they refused to give the title of Captain to someone else, even if technically the one in command now is the Vice Captain. Whenever they need to make a decision, they think of what their deceased Captain would've done."

The swordsman by her side crossed his arm over his chest and grinned. 

"That's one hell of a loyal crew."

They were my family, even if they would drink late in the night and have awful cooking skills. They would laugh and offer me advice, they taught me what a pirate's pride is about. 

"You still seem regretful."

The witch turned her head towards Zoro and he swore he'd never seen so many emotions flowing in those beautiful eyes of hers. They glowed with golden sparkles hence the gas lamp. There laid honesty and fierceness, a human who turned against its nature and decided to go further. 

"I never regretted leaving. I don't regret any of it. Maybe there were things I shouldn't have said or done. I could've been kinder, less revengeful. If I am to be honest, despite being aware of the consequences and effects of my actions, I don't regret it. It can't be undone and there's no place for apologies when I meant what I said." 

"The crew scolded you."

It wasn't a question, but a statement. Obviously, the crew was formed by men and a few women past twenty. They had more life experience than her. 

"A little bit. They were, indeed, more mature than me," her head turned towards the horizon again. 

Vague and cryptic answers, harder to decipher than Poneglyphs. However, Zoro wasn't an archeologist and he didn't ask for more than she was able to share, which made her shoulder relax. The witch didn't even notice when she tensed up. 

He stretched out his legs from their crossed position and leaned better against the barrel. It seemed like the pirate hunter didn't have any intention of leaving the deck. 

Their shoulders remained close and none of them moved closer or farther away. Both of them were content with burning a little more before admitting the truth even to themselves. 

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[buttercupjosh]

The Journey of Loving You

(Gif credit to @mattymartin)

Word count: 4,376

Genres: strangers to lovers, fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: I've had pieces of details of this fic in mind for a few months and I had a difficult time figuring out who to write it with so I ended up choosing to give Josty another fic. It is not intended to be a sequel to star-crossed (which you still read and check out and if you want this to be a sequel to that, you can interpret it that way). It did take me awhile to get this fic done because I decided to write other stories before completing this one. This story is based off of the songs “Not a Bad Thing” and “Mirrors”, both by Justin Timberlake and the title is something I came up with. It did take me awhile to get this fic done because I decided to write other stories before completing this one. I also have a bunch of other songs linked throughout the story and I highly recommend listening to them when you come across them during reading. It’s not set at a specific moment in time (It's taking place in a fictional future but you could also say that it's set in the future and this season. However, the season is still ongoing at the moment and anything can happen or change so don't hold me to what occurs in the fic and if things do change (ex. Tyson goes to another team), I'm not going to update this fic to reflect that). It’s written with a female reader in mind because I’m a female of color but the reader doesn’t specifically have to be a POC or a woman and there’s little dialogue. As always, I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you so much in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌

(P.S. I have other stories (linked here) that I have written for other players as well if you want to check it out)

“I want it all with you and if I'm coming on too strong, it's 'cause I've waited far too long for someone just like you” -“Share Your Address” by Ben Platt

In your role as the social media manager for the Buffalo Bills, you got to interact and meet with many different types of people. You would have never imagined that something as simple as doing your job would lead you to meet the love of your life. During the Bills season, some of the Buffalo Sabres players had come by to watch a game and you were responsible for capturing their experience at the game. Through mutual connections in the industry, you knew the social media manager for the Sabres but you only watched hockey occasionally. Before the game started, the guys were given a tour of Highmark Stadium and you were trailing around as the guys made their way around your workplace. Throughout their time there, you had noticed that a particular curly-haired hockey forward named Tyson Jost kept being close to you; as one of the few single guys left on the team, his teammates were shifting around and nudging him to talk to you. Tyson walked at a much slower pace to keep up with you instead of with the guys. He asked you a lot of questions and it was a bit odd to you that Tyson was more interested in paying attention to you than the football stadium tour was occurring. Tyson seemed curious about you, which you thought was cute, but you couldn’t quite be as flirty with him on the clock. The tour was only for an hour and concluded at the sidelines before the game officially started. You still had a lot of work to do since it was gameday so before going back to your office to review the content you acquired and what the team photographers captured, you discreetly exchanged numbers with Tyson to talk to him later on. During half-time, you checked your phone quickly and saw a text from Tyson that read “Thanks for answering all of my questions back there, I appreciate it. Can I ask you some more over coffee sometime?”. You were slightly taken aback by him asking you out so soon but you weren’t going to let that opportunity slip away so you agreed to go out with Tyson. 

On your first official date, Tyson forgot to bring flowers because he was nervous. You didn’t mind that he forgot and understood his nervousness. Over drinks and pastries from Five Points Bakery, Tyson asked you a lot of questions because he was so enamored by you and you got to ask him a lot of questions in return: you even made each other laugh a few times. The conversation flowed so easily and effortlessly from topic to topic. As you chatted, for some reason, it felt like you had known each other for so much longer. The time that you spent together went by so fast that you ended up closing the bakery. Neither you nor Tyson wanted the date to be over so you ended up strolling around the leaf-riddled streets of Buffalo, making a stop for some additional fun at Lock and Key Escape Room and popping into Mythos for a last-minute dinner date. After dinner concluded, you mutually agreed to call it a night. You learned a lot about each other in the hours that you spent together that day. By the time the date officially ended, all Tyson had wanted was to see you again the following day and whatever days he could after that; you felt the same way. He walked you to your car and before going your separate ways, you shared a long goodbye embrace; a kiss would be saved for the next date. Speaking of which, on your next date, Tyson brought you flowers for the first time, and for the rest of your relationship, he would never forget to get them for you ever again. 

With the both of you working in sports, your schedule was never really consistent but despite that, you and Tyson still kept in constant contact and made time for each other whenever you could. You would go to some of Tyson’s games and some team events and Tyson would always hype you up on Bills gamedays. You even surprised Tyson once at an away game; the Bills had a bye week so you flew out to Boston to cheer him on. Whenever your schedules aligned in Buffalo, you and Tyson would go out on different dates around the city and suburbs; these dates were always guaranteed to be an enjoyable time and all of those dates eventually turned into a deeply committed romantic relationship. 

Being loved by Tyson and loving him was like your dreams coming true; your relationship worked well because you admired each other so much and neither of you could imagine being with anyone else. You were both used to people making promises to you and turning around and breaking them, used to giving your heart to others and they just cut you and leave you bleeding all over the place. However, this relationship was different and all you had to do was try; this time, trying paid off well because being together made those realities not true anymore. The relationship you shared was determined to heal you both from those who had hurt you in the past and you both felt safe with each other. You were worth the challenge of mending together a broken and tender heart for Tyson; his heart was ignited for you and he would do everything in his power to continue to pursue you and you only. Your relationship also had no moments of wasted time or any broken promises and you were always honest to each other. You both had waited so long through dating around and heartbreak for the right person to come along into each other’s lives but the wait was worth it because you ended up together. Falling in love wasn’t a bad thing at all; as expected, it was scary to give your heart to someone else but like a rollercoaster, it was also thrilling and exciting and you got to fall into the arms of someone amazing. Of course, things weren’t always sunny and there were some setbacks and struggles while you were dating. You and Tyson did disagree and argue sometimes but you could compromise when needed; you also had to balance your relationship with the demands of your job and Tyson constantly being either home or away but being with him was worth those challenges. Like anything in life, there would be a moment that would test how strong your relationship is.————————————————————One Saturday afternoon, you and Tyson decided to get ice cream after Tyson was healthy scratched from that afternoon’s game. Unfortunately, the person who served the ice cream used the same scooper that was used to scoop ice cream with nuts in it and you had an allergic reaction. Thankfully, you had an EpiPen in your bag and used it to help you. Your symptoms began to slowly subside but the instructions mentioned that you should visit the ER if used so Tyson took you. The ER doctor put you on an IV and decided to keep you overnight for observation. Tyson begged the doctor to let him stay in the room with you and they surprisingly agreed, even though you weren’t married and common law marriages weren’t a thing in New York. You were so grateful that Tyson stayed with you instead of leaving to go sleep in his comfy bed and just picking you up whenever you were discharged, not having to deal with the nurses and doctors coming in and out of the room throughout the night, interrupting whatever rest he got in that uncomfortable hospital chair. You were awake and observant for a while but you eventually drifted off to sleep. Tyson was tired but he couldn’t bring himself to sleep because he was so worried about you. As he saw you lying in the hospital bed, Tyson thought to himself that you should never have to go through any sort of health crisis alone. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to be there all the time but he would be there for you as much as he could. This whole experience opened up Tyson’s eyes to realizing that he wanted to share your address and move in together and also to be your emergency contact. 

To say that Tyson was in love with you was a bit of an understatement; he was so smitten about you and everyone around him could pick up on that immediately. Tyson would see things that would remind him of you and his heart would swell with so much joy and the light in his eyes shined differently whenever he talked about you. Tyson truly and deeply loved you so much that he couldn’t lose you. His heart would beat so fast whenever you were around or if someone mentioned you and you were the one that he adored. To him, it felt like days would go wasted without you in them. He wanted a house with kids running around that shared both of your traits, to travel across the world, and grow old, all with you. In that moment, Tyson privately vowed to himself that he was going to marry you one day.

Months down the line, after waiting for your lease to be up and for the hockey season to be over, you and Tyson rented a house together. Living together meant that you got to see each other a little bit more frequently, which you both liked. You settled into a comfortable routine with Tyson and had mild complaints about your cute roommate; sharing a space wasn’t so bad. Tyson got to cook for you, serenade you on his ukulele, and slow dance in the kitchen with you as often as he could. You got to taste all of Tyson’s recipes, annoy him with your purposefully bad singing, and wake up next to him on the rare days you were off together. You and Tyson even began hosting a monthly trivia night at your home with your friends and some of Tyson’s teammates. Moving in together also meant that you were around to help Tyson whenever he was injured and always there to comfort him after a disappointing healthy scratch or game loss as well.

Combining your lives together meant that your families would mix at some point. Tyson’s mother, Laura, visited frequently and came down for the Sabres’ Moms’ Trip and stayed for a week afterward so you got to know her more and she got to know the person her son was so lovestruck about. You also got to meet his sister, Kacey, when his mother returned for Christmas and also brought Grandpa Jost along. You had a good relationship with Tyson’s family; they adored you and liked you with him. In regards to your family, your parents only came to Buffalo once in a while and you would go back to your hometown for holidays but your parents talked Tyson through video calls and knew how much he meant to you.

While you were still dating, your parents ended up contributing to a significant memory for Tyson and you weren’t even there. When the Dads and Mentors Trip came around, for some reason, Grandpa Jost couldn’t be there for his grandson so your dad flew out to Buffalo to accompany Tyson on the trip. This was going to be your father’s first time meeting Tyson in person and it was intimidating at first but that intimidation faded away as your dad and Tyson got to know each other. Tyson was so thankful that your dad took the time to be there for him. Before returning to Buffalo, Tyson had asked your father for your hand in marriage and your dad agreed to let his little ray of sunshine shine their light into someone else’s life. If there was anyone else in the world that he would walk his precious child down the aisle to, your father was glad that Tyson would be the guy on the other side.————————————————————After getting your father’s approval, calling your mom to get her blessing, and telling both of your family and friends about it, it was time for Tyson to propose. Tyson arranged a fun scavenger hunt for you around Buffalo during the NFL off-season and at the end of the NHL regular season. This scavenger hunt was bittersweet because Tyson was going to be a free agent that upcoming off-season and there was no full guarantee he would return to play for the Sabres so you both prepared for the likely possibility that you would have to move away for Tyson to play with a different team. It was going to be hard to leave behind the place that you both called home and also your job but you would follow Tyson wherever he would go. Thankfully, you still had some time left to hang out with your friends and former co-workers before leaving for the off-season.

The scavenger hunt started with an index card on the fridge that read: “Good morning, my love. Look for the next clue inside our home on a masterpiece hanging above.” Tyson had gone golfing with his teammates for what could be the last time so these little notes were the only communication you had with him that day and you read all of the clue cards in his voice. You found the next note that read on top of a painting you made: “Remember when we went to that art class and you painted the most beautiful sunset? Go to the visitor’s desk at Buffalo AKG Art Museum to find out the rest.” 

You headed to the Buffalo AKG Art Museum and the guide at the visitor’s desk handed you an envelope with a prepaid admission ticket inside; there was also a sticky note inside that read “Your reflection is a work of art. Go to the mirrors exhibit and see how your beauty captured my heart.” The heat rushed to your face as you read Tyson’s note; he wasn’t there but he still made your heart skip a beat through his words. You headed straight to the mirrors exhibit and took a bunch of cute photos while you were there. After the mirrors exhibit, you continued to look around the art museum and ran into Danielle Okoposo, Kyle Okoposo’s wife, while you were there. She mentioned that she was visiting the art museum because her kids were taking an art class there and told you to stay with her until the class was over because one of her kids had the next clue for you. You didn’t wait long for the kids to come out and all of the Okoposo children showed off to their mother and you what they had created in class. Livia, the youngest Okoposo daughter, gave you a personalized drawing of you and Tyson with a lot of hearts on it. Written in Livia’s youthful handwriting, the back of the drawing read: “As you can see, we are surrounded by lots of love, and no matter what happens, that will always be true. Head to Five Points Bakery for a snack pickup and your next clue.” You departed from Danielle and the Okposo children and headed to the spot where you and Tyson had your first date.

The bakery wasn’t as busy when you went to pick up your order; although Tyson had already placed the order for you, you still picked up a sweet treat for your sweetie as a reward for all of the things he’d done with this scavenger hunt. Your next clue card was inside the bag with your order that stated: “After my snack has had their snack, don’t be perplexed by my request for you to ask your parents for where to go next.” You followed Tyson’s instructions and your mom texted you: “Summer is approaching and we can’t wait to see you soon so go to the Botanical Garden where the flowers bloom.”

The Buffalo and Erie County Botanical Gardens was a special place to you and Tyson; it’s where you celebrated your first year of dating with a cute couples photoshoot and also had membership to the space. Your favorite part of the Botanical Gardens was the koi fish pond so of course, you would find your next clue taped to the back of the bench near where the pond was. “I know you’ve been out for hours but I have you running around for a reason. Now, go home, there’s something fun that we need to do before we go to Canada for the off-season.”, the clue card read.

You went back home; all of the nostalgia from visiting some of your favorite spots around Buffalo made you feel both happy and sad at the same time. Even though the scavenger hunt was a final trip for you to go to the places you enjoyed in Buffalo, you wished deep down that Tyson would have been there to experience them with you for one last time. Tyson still wasn’t back yet and his location indicated that he was at a restaurant near the golf course; you tried to call and text him throughout the day to check on him but he didn’t answer at all. You walked into your bedroom and saw a note on the closet door that read “You’re going to want to dress your best for this next part (as the kids say, make sure your look serves) and when you’re done, meet me at Tifft Nature Preserve.” The last part of the note confused you because the nature preserve would be closed by now but you showered, got ready, and went there anyway. 

Inside the Tifft Nature Preserve Education Center was a trail of lights that led you to a projector with a Kahoot game, ready to be played. Tyson, looking handsome in a crisp polo and jeans, was surrounded by blankets and snacks. You hadn’t seen or heard much from him the whole day so it was nice to see the face of the man that you loved.

“Tyson, you did not ask me to dress up and drag me all this way to play trivia when we could do it at home or go to trivia night at the bar.”, you stated.

“This might be our last time playing our monthly trivia game in Buffalo so why not go all out?” Tyson responded.

Trivia was amusing as expected and you won the game so you asked Tyson what your prize was; your prize was Tyson was going to sing you a quick song on his ukulele. The notes sounded familiar to you and then you recognized what your lover was serenading you to.

“Cause I don't wanna lose you now, I'm lookin' right at the other half of me. The vacancy that sat in my heart is a space that now you hold. Show me how to fight for now and I'll tell you, baby, it was easy, comin' back here to you. Once I figured it out, you were right here all along. It's like you're my mirror, my mirror staring back at me. I couldn't get any bigger with anyone else beside of me. And now it's clear as this promise that we're making two reflections into one.” Tyson sang during the chorus of Mirrors by Justin Timberlake. The lyrics were right for describing your relationship with Tyson; you were separate individuals but your relationship intertwined you together and also allowed you to change for the better as people. Music was something that was important to both of you and Tyson had sung to you several times before, including love songs, so this wasn’t much of a surprise to you. After he concluded singing, Tyson handed you over one final clue card that simply read “Will you marry me?”.

Tears of joy began to fill your eyes and Tyson was down on one knee, holding out your dream ring. The sun was going to set soon so the golden hour sunset hue coming through the windows was a nice natural touch to the proposal. You had thought Tyson was going to propose on your planned trip to Banff that summer so this was definitely a huge surprise. You were both speechless because there just weren't enough words to describe the feeling of love that was flowing between the two of you at that moment. After over a year of dating, you were moving on to the next step of getting married and like the lyrics of the song said, merging your two reflections into one. After your engagement/farewell dinner with some of the Sabers players and their families, you and Tyson returned home and had an impromptu dance party in the living room with your new fiance to “Let’s Get Married” by Bleachers, “Slow Dance” by Saint Motel, and “Just The Two of Us” by Grover Washington Jr. featuring Bill Withers. Your time in Buffalo was coming to an end but it ended in the best way.————————————————————Just as you both suspected, the Sabres did not choose to offer Tyson a contract so he ended up signing on a short-term NHL contract elsewhere as a free agent and you moved away from Buffalo. Tyson was used to moving away and starting over more than you were but you both knew that home would always be wherever you were with those that you loved. The move and the wedding planning did add some additional stress to both of you but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. You both adjusted well to your new life in your new home city; you had good relationships with the other WAGs and their families and continued your career as a social media manager for a local sports team. Tyson meshed great with his teammates, got more ice time and his play improved. You and Tyson rented a house again and added a dog named Maverick to your little family.

The wedding planning time went by in such an exciting and enjoyable blur and before you both knew it, it was time to marry the love of your life. You and Tyson decided on a destination wedding at a Four Seasons Resort in Florida. Both of your families helped out with the wedding in the many different ways that they could and were delighted to unite together on behalf of your love. It was also nice that all of your friends and some of Tyson’s former teammates were there for your special day as well.

The details of your wedding day were so beautiful and perfect; your something new was a diamond necklace given to you by the Jost family, your something borrowed and something blue was a blue bracelet from your mom that she wore on her wedding day to your dad. You floated down the aisle with your father by your side to meet with your soon-to-be husband, waiting for you in his black tux. Tyson saw you, walking towards him, and he got a little emotional. Tyson’s parents’ relationship didn’t work out and he was terrified to face a similar doom in his life but being with you restored his faith in relationships and marriage. Seeing Tyson cry made you tear up too but everyone knew that those were happy tears. Even though there was an audience of other people in the room, it felt like you and Tyson were the only ones there. Your vows to each other were like the most poetic song lyrics and were sealed with a sweet kiss. You had dreamed of your wedding day for a while, unsure who would be the one to greet you at the altar but finally, you knew.

Your first dance as a married couple was to the Mariah Carey and Luther Vandross cover of Endless Love (originally performed by Diana Ross featuring Lionel Richie), which was considered one of the greatest duets of all time. Like the vocals in the song, you and Tyson debuting as a married couple to a duet made sense because you were complementary to each other and brought out each other’s strengths. The rest of your wedding was spectacular. You danced the night away to a variety of tracks from a carefully curated playlist, enjoyed delicious food, took plenty of photos, laughed, and happily cried a few more times too. You also both mixed and mingled with your guests and were swept into all different directions around the venue.

Towards the end of your wedding and before you walked out to say goodbye to all of your guests, Tyson pulled you away for a surprise private dance as newlyweds. You and Tyson would get plenty of time alone together on your honeymoon in Greece but the private dance without the pressure of any other eyes on you was much appreciated. You swayed back and forth with your husband to “All My Life” by K-Ci and Jojo, “You’re Still The One” by Shania Twain, and “This I Promise You” by *NSYNC, and sang along to all of them together. Just like the lyrics in the songs had said, “All my life, I’ve been waiting for someone like you” (“All My Life” by K-Ci and Jojo), “we’re still together, still going strong” (“You’re Still The One” by Shania Twain), and “and with this vow, forever has now begun” (This I Promise You” by *NSYNC), all that you had been waiting for, for so long was right in front of you and it was true that your forever love was just getting started. In a whisper, you asked to play a song and chose “Because You Loved Me” by Celine Dion as the final song for your private dance. The song served as a thank you to each other by summing up the journey of your relationship so far and how your love helped you both grow as people. Getting married allowed you to write a new chapter in your love story. You made it this far as a couple and there was so much to look forward to in your future together.

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"weren't we the stars in heaven?"

word count: 1978 warnings: angst ??? notes: title is from the song linked above -- kinda some fluff in this but mostly just sad LMAO </3 also im using this as an opportunity to say all of the fic writers here are so inspiring i actually get sm motivation from u guys !! ily forever

Water laps at your fingertips. It’s so very cold; you imagine the icy feeling crawling up your arm until it has frozen your entire body. You’d like to be stuck here for the rest of eternity, the late-winter sky covering the world like a blanket. Most of the sounds around you are muffled, save for the occasional words exchanged between you and Matty.

You’re sitting with him at the edge of an old and worn pier. Initials and hearts and expletives are carved into it all over, and many of the boards have fallen apart, but this is your place. You’ve come here often with Matty over the many years of your friendship. A small, quiet pond. A few lilies adorn where the land slips into water, but aside from that, the scene is entirely unremarkable. There was never a spoken reason why you returned here with him so many times. It was a sort of ritual at this point. After the first night you found the place, a night where you were both a little too stoned and the world was spinning far too quickly, it had become a sanctuary.

Matty watches your fingers continue to swirl through the water, spiraling around and around to create little whorls. “What are you thinking about?” he asks you softly.

You hear the words but they don’t seem to register. Matty’s voice is far away, calling you from a universe where things are different. He says your name this time, a little louder than before.

“Hm?” You lift your head and sit up straighter to get a good look at him. A smile is spread across his face, but you can detect the sadness behind it. It’s a look of mourning, the knowledge of the loss that can’t be avoided for much longer.

Matty repeats himself for you. “I asked what you’re thinking about right now.” He nudges you with his elbow, adding, “You seem a bit preoccupied.”

There’s a lump in your throat. He’s pretending not to know and you’re going to have to say it. Part of you wants to be furious, wants to scream over the fact that he’s acting like he forgot that this is his last day before leaving with the band. You find you can’t truly be angry, though. You saw the tears pooling in his eyes when he told you a month ago that he would be leaving. Even then, you had known it was an opportunity he couldn’t miss. The world was ready for The 1975’s first tour, and it would be nothing but selfish to get on your knees and beg for him to change his mind. 

You take a breath to collect yourself before answering his question. “Thinking about missing you.”

His eyes quickly dart away from you. There’s not much time left to act like things are normal. You don’t want to act like things are normal. You want to tell Matty everything, you want to show him every piece of your heart. You want to expose how it beats for him.

Matty sighs heavily, laying on his back to look up at the sky. You do the same – maybe it’ll be easier if you don’t have to face each other. The sheet of clouds is untouched, obstructed only by the occasional bird gliding past. An anomaly within an infinite expanse of nothing. Something about this makes you reach for Matty’s hand. You lace your fingers with his and squeeze. He squeezes back.

He’s still there.

“I just don’t want things to be weird. Or complicated,” you tell him, voice barely above a whisper.

Matty laughs at this. Not a mean laugh, but one of surprise. “You say that like it’s not already complicated.” 

You laugh as well, half from your nerves and half from relief. At least he knows. He knows there’s something clearly aching to be said. You start to wonder if it was wrong to wait until it was far too late to tell him. You ask yourself what even constitutes “too late.” You find that you’re not sure. There’s a pause between your laugh and your next words. “What if we don’t see each other again?”

“That won’t happen,” Matty says definitively. He’s still staring straight up, no turning of the head to drink in your image. His words are a half-truth, though, and you can hear it in his voice. He’ll certainly try to come back, to call you, to pay you visits, to give you kisses that clearly run deeper than “just friends.” However, it’s a slim likelihood that this happens. The ever-present hand of time will push you both onwards, stealing Matty from you. You feel this in your heart. You pray that your heart knows nothing.

You’re acutely aware of the increased pressure Matty has on your hand. You sneak a glance over and see that his eyes are shut. You notice that even his eyelashes are pretty, and this sends a pang through your heart. You never want to stop discovering his beauty. The selfish depths of your heart want Matty to remain your own little secret; you never want to share him with the world. This is not where he belongs, though. There is a long stretch of road waiting for him, and, if nothing else, you would still be there with open arms at the end of it.

Matty shuffles his body closer to yours, finally making the dreaded eye contact. No words are exchanged, but you both seem to understand what the other is thinking. You turn on your side and press a kiss to his shoulder. “This could have been so good,” you murmur against his skin.

“I know.”

You allow your lips to linger for a moment. The sky is darkening now. Maybe hours have passed or maybe you were unlucky and got here just moments before sunset. It doesn’t matter, though; you can feel time slipping through your hands, and suddenly you feel like an idiot. There were so many times you almost did it, almost blurted out, “I think I’m in love with you.” The words feel so natural on your tongue when it’s for Matty. It would have been so easy for your mouth to let the sounds slip out. Now you’re here. You never said it, but Matty knows, and the act of actually voicing it is moot.

Matty’s thumb rubs soft circles on your hand, an attempt to ease the pain. His touch burns into your skin. You savor it. Quiet breathing fills your ears, and you let the combination of this and Matty’s skin on yours ease your mind to prevent your next words from becoming stuck in your throat.

Just as your lips part, however, Matty fills the void for you. “I really do love you, you know. I think I love you in every way imaginable, and in all the ways no one has thought of yet.”

A white hot flash of something sears through you – it’s an emotion you can’t put a name to, although it doesn’t particularly need a name. You know what it’s calling you to do. Without much thinking, you adjust your position to gingerly hold yourself above Matty. Ease of access to his lips.

You intertwine yourselves together. It’s terrifying and it’s bliss and you hope it never has to end. This isn’t the first time you’ve kissed him, but it's noticeably different. This time is more tender, and he’s sweeter and softer than you had remembered. Matty’s hands aren’t greedy, either. He holds you to him and his touch roams your body, but he’s gentle. You’re both starving for each other, but you don’t want to miss a single second of this. You need Matty’s lips engraved in yours – something you wouldn't be able to forget, even when he is long gone.

His chest is rising and falling rapidly and you can feel his reluctance as your skin parts from his. Pupils dilated, his forehead comes to rest against yours. Warm breath tickles your nose and the absurdity of it all hits you. You can’t help but giggle. Matty’s expression shifts from serious to puzzled, and then he’s laughing with you. The familiar sound of his laughter helps to soothe your racing heart.

You push yourself into a sitting position now, no longer laying over top of Matty’s body. He does the same, and while your attention is on getting comfortable again, Matty takes the opportunity to catch you off guard. He uses two fingers to tilt your chin up, forcing eye contact before he begins to press kisses to every feature on your face. First your forehead, then your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your chin, up and down your jaw. Your eyes flutter closed and you hum contentedly. There’s a hesitation before he meets your lips again, but you lean into it deeply when he does. You move symbiotically with one another, souls melting into each other. This feeling transcends the human experience. This must be what a supernova feels like, heat pouring out from the center of each body as a final farewell. 

Your desire hasn’t been fulfilled to completion when the kiss is broken, but you know this cannot go on forever. “I really do love you too, Matty,” you finally respond. A pause, and then, “And I can’t help but feel guilty for not saying it sooner.”

Matty is quiet for a long time before saying anything else. You almost think he didn’t hear you, until he simply says, “I don’t think we ever needed to say it.”

You furrow your brow at this. “Don’t you wish we could’ve been more than this?”

“I think we would have ended up here anyway. ‘Course I wish things were different, [Y/N]. I would travel to the ends of the earth to find you again. But you’re a smart girl, you know I can’t stay here forever. And I haven’t regretted a single moment of whatever this is.” He gestures vaguely with his hands, unsure of the words to describe what exists between him and you. “D’you know what I mean?”

Once again, you find yourself wanting to be furious. He should be crying, he should be miserable, he should be apologizing for never making this easy. You shake yourself back to reality because you know Matty is right. His words hit you with a certain level-headedness that you hadn’t been ready for. You don’t regret any of this either. Despite it all, he was always there. You suppose that’s all that ever truly mattered; at the very least, it’s what you’ll tell yourself until you believe it. “I know what you mean,” you manage to say.

“Thank you, darling.”

It’s truly getting late now. The night brings an impending sense of doom, regardless of all that has transpired. Silence has fallen over the two of you now; there’s not much left to say, anyway. He told you he can’t stay here forever, and you’re proud of him for it. You make peace with the idea of going home, letting the night draw to a close. 

Before you know it, you’re standing with Matty at your parked cars. You cast a glance back at the pond – you’re not sure you’ll come back. Maybe you can when Matty comes back, for old times’ sake. For now, though, you’re faced with the decision of parting words. Of course you’ll see him again tomorrow morning just before he packs up and leaves, but it feels wrong not to say something. Suddenly there’s intense pressure on you; you need to say something monumental, something life-altering that he could never forget. But you don’t. Instead, you leave a chaste kiss on his cheek and say the only words that you can seem to find.

“Don’t be a stranger.”

“I never could be.”

#dont be mean about this one u guys #this fic definitely isnt me projecting #no way def not #matty healy #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #fem!reader #fluff #angst #naomi's writing ! #Spotify

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all the things i hate about you | eddie munson

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eddie munson x celebrity!fem reader

synopsis: you had put your past with eddie munson as part of the emotional baggage that turns into a songwriting drive. you finally come back to your birthplace of hawkins indiana for the last show of your tour. you invited your entire circle to the show, but you forgot that by your entire circle, your ex boyfriend would be showing up too.

wc: 1.8k

category: INSANE AMOUNTS OF ANGST. with a happy ending (:

content/warnings: flashbacks. lovers to strangers. toxic relationship.

a/n: inspired by this blurb, i decided this should take a modern twist, where the songs are all from this age. there's so much angst to this, pls prepare yourselves LMAO. the songs i will be referencing besides linked are 'blonde' by maisie peters and 'die first' by nessa barrett

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"y/n y/l/n: rage like a metalhead world tour."

now where has eddie munson heard that album title before? oh. right. the last metallica concert he dragged you to. and probably the very last metallica concert he'll ever attend.

"time to rage huh?" you stood in line with eddie, your facial expression pining for eddie to say those four words you adored coming out of his mouth.

"rage like a metalhead." eddie grins, pulling you under his arms as you wait in line to see papa het downstrum the fuck out of the songs.

that memory, you had wiped away from your mind the day you packed up your shit and left the munsons' trailer. you left wayne stunned, and eddie nonplussed. if eddie thinks his friends are more important than your love and relationship, that's the biggest sign for you to up and leave without looking back.

you were going to lend eddie munson the spotlight too. to help corroded coffin out by getting them multiple gigs in new york. hopefully by the end of all that, sign to the record label that took you in. go on tour. play the fucking garden if eddie so chooses.

two years later, your debut album did well, making you one of the biggest rock sensations in the united states. headbangers, eddie's favorite metal and rock radio station would receive requests to blast at least one of your songs every night. it's as if no matter where he goes and what he does, eddie munson can never get away from you.

"oh hey, it's y/n on the radio!" gareth smiled one night when your newest hit song 'blonde' blared on the radio. all eddie did was sigh, look out the window and smoke his joint.

baby, if you thought that i was trouble, then you're gonna hate what's coming next

"lighten up munson," gareth glared. "the least you could do is be happy for your ex."

"i am, man. but there's a reason why we're exes, gareth," eddie snapped. "she left me. to go to fuckin' new york and live her dream. our dream. it was ours."

kinda like your worst nightmare but double. is that an angel? no it's your ex

"yeah man, because you said we are more important than she is. you're supposed to say she's more important. it's all on you." gareth shrugs, taking a drag of his blunt.

"shut up man, are you on my side or hers?!" eddie shouted, smacking gareth's arm with his right hand and gesturing at the radio with his left.

remember when you screwed up when i was a brunette? i don't think you knew just what you'd done

woah, oh, i'll fuck your life up as a blonde

the last interview he saw of you, you had recently bleached your hair in honor of your brand new single. eddie couldn't take his eyes off you when he tuned in at the hideout. and since you and eddie were a regular to the bartenders, one of them approached eddie while he was boring his brown eyes through the tv screen.

"big star now huh, y/n y/l/n?" harry the bartender nudged his head upwards. "thought you'd be tagging along since you're... joined at the hip." harry air-quoted.

"nah, harry," eddie took a sip of his whiskey on the rocks. "she left me."

"bummer," harry winces. "sorry 'bout that, eddie."

"it's okay," eddie cringed harry's apology away. "you think she already has a boyfriend?"

harry chuckled. "i don't wanna hurt you eddie, but a beautiful girl like y/n, no man is stupid enough to walk past her and not double take her."

and harry was right. no man wouldn't double take you. if eddie saw you out on the streets and you both never knew each other, he'd double take you any day.

"earth to eddie!" robin's clapping her hands before eddie's zoned out eyes. "are you listening to us?"

"no. shit, sorry," eddie sits up, rubbing his eyes. "what'd you say?"

"y/n put all of us on the guest list for her hawkins show in three days." robin explains, sounding exasperated that she has to repeat herself.

"if you don't want to go then that's alright." steve shrugs, his arms crossed.

eddie pfts. "i won't miss a kickass rock concert in hawkins just because y/n's my ex, alright? i'm goin'." god, did eddie wish he didn't say that up front.

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yep. eddie munson is starting to regret coming here. he didn't even bother to get nicely dressed. he wore an old band tee that he ended up cutting the sleeves off because he hates how tight they were on his biceps. he threw on a pair of black ripped jeans and paired them with his favorite checkered vans. his hair was pulled up in a low messy bun, adjusting his flyaways to the sides of his face. it framed his face perfectly.

robin had asked him about his choice of tee before they left. "it constricted my fucking arms when i tried them on, buckley!" he argued. "plus, it looks better sleeveless. that way girls can see the sweet ol' tatties i got."

"girls?" robin scoffed. "you mean y/n?"

"no, man. girls. like, legit girls. who knows, i might find the one at this concert tonight."

"this concert?" robin repeats, flabbergasted. "this concert? it's y/n's concert, eddie. it's not just somebody else's concert where you could find a one-night stand and call it a day. you don't wanna be there for your ex, then be there for your friend."

"alright, jeez." eddie glares, walking out to his car and starting the engine, waiting for robin to get in the passenger seat.

and so there eddie stood, max and eleven on his left and robin and nancy on his right, screaming every single word to 'blonde', the song you had confirmed in an interview was written about an ex of mine. as much as eddie wants to scream fuck you! to you, he wouldn't quit staring at you like you were the only girl in the world. because no matter what eddie says about you to his friends, you'd still take his breath away just by existing.

"thank you so much, you guys, for showing up for me tonight," you preen to the massive crowd before you. "this is the last show of the tour and i'm just so excited to be able to finish it here in my hometown of hawkins, indiana!" the crowd goes wild, because if they didn't, eddie himself would get on the barricade and force a clap and cheer out of them.

"listen," the crowd dies down as you begin to speak. "i wanna thank the most amazing friends a girl from hawkins could ever have. lemme call you guys out real quick; steve harrington, robin buckley..." the crowd cheers after every name you mention. "mike and nancy wheeler, will and jonathan byers, dustin henderson, max mayfield, el hopper, lucas and erica sinclair... and most importantly. the man i used to call the love of my life, i wanna thank you for being here." for the first time, eddie saw the first smile you've ever flashed at him since the big breakup.

"eddie munson, thank you for everything. i mean it," your right hand pats your chest, where your heart rests underneath. "and thank you for being the inspiration for this next song. i love you." the giggle at the beginning of the song starts to play. the crowd screams again. because who doesn't recognize that giggle? eddie's smile disappears within a split second.

this song, you wrote it about eddie. it seemed like your entire career was the flower that managed to bloom out of the eroded soil of you and eddie's relationship. you weren't afraid to admit that, but who knows what the press would say if you did.

take a bow, you've got everybody fooled, i got you figured out

you make eye contact with eddie. oh god damn it. if eddie munson was made out of frozen milk, he'd be melted ice cream by now. your stare was sharp as daggers, you could kill the metalhead on the spot.

now you're choking on your words, well, you should spit it out

god, if only he could dig a hole into the ground of this stupid arena, crawl into it and die.

know that i gave you the world and you just gave me hell

your eyes pan back to eddie, giving him that sharp stare again.

and you gave me hell

eddie's just confused now; did you mean it when you said that cursed eight letter term of endearment, or did you just say it because of the irony of the next song you were going to play?

felt like a hundred punches, too many tough pills to stomach

i watched you making it public; lights, camera— fuck it

the song he wrote about you. of course you heard it. steve and robin had sent the mixtape to you in new york. his lyrics were along the lines of you left me, well, that's too bad. i hope i'll never meet another you. god, you hated it. him, the song, the fact that he wrote about you and played it to the drunkards of hawkins as if they could give two fucks. this was your revenge.

you're a showstopper, a bad liar, homie hopper, drama starter...

eddie munson was truly the worst liar. all the times he would lie about hanging out with chrissy cunningham instead of you. oh, he hurt you bad. but you never said anything. what has love turned you into? a non-confrontational asshole, that's what.

that homie hopper line was the worst thing you've ever had to experience. eddie, you and the gang had decided to drunkenly play seven minutes in heaven at steve's birthday party two years ago. shocking enough, the bottle had landed on both eddie and nancy. and i'm sure you know how seven minutes in heaven works. they either stand in the closet awkwardly or do something unforgivably wrong. in this case, eddie had decided it be fun and risky to make out with nancy wheeler.

eddie walked out with nancy's lipstick all over his lips, but it was smeared in such a messy manner to avoid you seeing it. but of course, you saw. jonathan had to walk out of the room when he noticed nancy's lipstick on eddie's neck. you immediately told steve to drive you home the second you realised the lipstick all over his face.

all my friends are fucked, we all got you in common

chrissy cunningham and nancy wheeler. need you say more? you've forgiven the two, though. but eddie? you could never forgive him for that.

you're so fake and everyone should know about it, and all the things i hate about you

"don't look down munson. look at me." you smirk, embarrassing him even more. oh you love when he gets all flustered and ashamed.

all the things i hate about the way you manipulate me, left you with no explanation

every word is true, all the things i hate about you.

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part two will be coming. like, reshare, reblog and maybe... you'll get part two tomorrow 😌

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[scotianostra]

On June 13th 1814 The Strathnaver Clearances began on the Sutherland estates. Families were given half an hour to remove their belongings before their cottages were set on fire.

Strathnaver was part of the estate of the Countess of Sutherland and her husband the Marquis of Stafford. They had decided to “improve” their lands by turning them over to profitable sheep farming and were intent on moving their tenants to new villages built on the coast.

From 1814, the evicitions were undertaken by the Sutherland Estate factor, Patrick Sellar. He was ruthless in his actions, destroying homes and burning crops to force people from their land. His actions were so extreme that in April 1816 Sellar stood trial in Inverness on a variety of charges including fire raising and culpable homicide. However, he was acquitted and returned to Strathnaver where he had leased a large area of the land to farm sheep.

There are the remains of many abandoned townships throughout the Strath, the best known of these being Rosal. This is mainly thanks to Donald Macleod, a native of that township, who witnessed the clearances and wrote passionately about them. He is remembered in a memorial close to the site of the settlement.

One of those affected by the clearances was Annie Mackay, who was a child at the time, years later she wrote the following poem

‘Twas not the beacon light of war, Nor yet the “slogan” cry, That chilled each heart, and blanched each cheek, In the country of Mackay, And made them march with weary feet, As men condemned to die.

Ah! had it been their country’s foe That they were called to brave, How loudly would the piobrachd sound, How proud their “bratach” wave; How joyfully each man would march, Tho’ marching to his grave.

No! ‘Twas a cruel, sad behest, An alien chief’s command, Depriving them of house and home, Their country and their land; Dealing a death-blow at their hearts, Binding the “strong right hand”.

Slowly and sadly, down the glen They took their weary way, The sun was shining overhead Upon that sweet spring day, And earth was throbbing with the life Of the great glad month of May.

The deer were browsing on the hills, And looked with wondering eye; The birds were singing their songs of praise, The smoke curled to the sky, And the river added its gentle voice To nature’s melody.

No human voice disturbed the calm, No answering smile was there, For men and women walked along, Mute pictures of despair; This was the last sad Sabbath they Would join in praise and prayer.

And men were there whose brows still bore The trace of many scars, Who oft their vigils kept with death Beneath the midnight stars, Where'er their country needed men, Brave men to fight her wars.

And grey-haired women tall and strong, Erect and full of grace, Meet mothers of a noble clan, A brave and stalwart race, And many a maiden young and fair, With pallid, tear-stained face.

They met upon the river’s brink, By the church so old and grey, They could not sit within its walls Upon this sunny day; The Heavens above would be their dome, And hear what they would say.

The preacher stood upon a bank, His face was pale and thin, And, as he looked upon his flock, His eyes with tears were dim, And they awhile forgot their grief, And fondly looked at him.

There are still people who underplay what happened during The Clearances, on e main denier is that eejit Neil Oliver, now many of you will know, and like the TV shows he has been involved in, but he is an absolute tool of a man, I should only have to point out he is employed by the right wing broadcaster GB News to show the mans mettle, but check out the article on this link for more on him

You can find more pics and info on the Clearances herehttp://www.abandonedcommunities.co.uk/page31.html

#scotland #scottish

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[dreamer-oriented-express-1]

You Confess to Your Crush Who is Feresk Tassat!

(If you don’t feel that way, let’s just say you do!)

(STAR WARS: SQUADRONS!)

(KINDA LONG!)

(I apparently listened to this song named “Know About Us” by Sionya while I created this…it kinda fits, don’t yah think?)

Rating: PG for…brief drinking and fluff!

(Feresk Tassat X Female Reader!)

Flying through space seems to be your main go-to when you want to get your mind off things. Flying with your X-Wing, you effortlessly maneuver around some space debris. You were at this part of space in a system called the Hydrax System, with a planet in view, called Meva. You’re on your way to the planet when a familiar voice came onto your comm link. “Missed me sweetheart?”, You roll your eyes, sighing to yourself. It was your wing mate Feresk…and nobody knows you have a crush on him. Sure, he’s your friend, and part of the Vanguard Squadron, but ever since you met him, you were instantly head over heels for him…his charm and “handsomeness” got to you! And yet, he would usually call you sweetheart when both of you are alone and away from privy eyes. “Ohh, Frisk, what are you doing here?”, You ask him through your comm, looking over in the window to see his X-Wing was flying steadily beside yours. “Lindon wanted me to join you—he says it’s not safe to fly alone…”, You sigh to yourself again, seeing that Lindon was being extra cautious today and that he wasn’t wanting you or any part of the squadron to be killed or injured. “What about the rest of the gang?”, “They’re all kinda doin’ their own thing…Gunny and Keo went out to take care of some Imperials…and Grace, well, y’know, she’s stuck at base helpin’ out…”, “Alright…wanna go to Meva with me then? I plan on finding a cantina there…well, if there IS one!”, You hear Frisk growl happily a little in response. “I’m all in if you are…”, You can’t help but giggle at his quirkiness as you push on your throttle, making your X-Wing fly faster towards the planet, seeing Frisk was tailing right behind you.

You flew in the atmosphere for a while before landing at this docking pad nearby. You opened the roof of your X-Wing, hopping out to see Frisk landing his X-Wing a few feet away from yours. A woman walks up to you—looking like she’s a part of the rigger crew. “Hey, new to Meva I see?”, She greets you, smiling a wide smile. You smile back to her, looking behind you to Frisk had just hopped out of his X-Wing. You look back to the woman, nodding to her. “Yeah…just here with a friend of mine…do you know the nearest cantina?”, She nods back at you, pointing in a specified direction in front of her. “It’s just down this road…leads up to a village called Kassala…”, “Thanks!” The woman waves a final goodbye before jogging back over to her colleagues that were waiting for her by her post. You turn around just to see Frisk walking up to you, smiling his toothy smile. “Come on, the cantina’s this way…”, You beckon for him to follow you as he does, as both of you make your way to the settlement, seeing there weren’t a lot of people, which was convenient. You finally found the cantina after some time looking around, with Frisk opening the door for you, being a gentleman. You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks get warm as you slowly enter the cantina. There weren’t too many people either in the cantina which was surprisingly weird. You go up to the counter, sitting yourself onto one of the barstools, with Frisk taking a barstool next to you. A female bartender comes around to greet the both of you. “Hey…hey Frisk! The usual?”, “Yeah, make it a double…”, He looks over to you, flashing his toothy smile at you. You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up again. It seems like he’s known around certain cantinas! After a moment, two glasses were placed in front of you, with the bartender smiling a little before leaving to tend to other guests. You look at your glass, scrunching up your nose at the strong stench that emitted from the drink. “I forgot…it’s that Trandoshan drink, right?”, You look over to see Frisk was drinking on his. He places his glass onto the counter with a thud, chuckling at your unease.

“Yep! It’s the best stuff in the Galaxy…you should give it a shot, see if you like it…”, You only look at him with disbelief as you grab your glass and took a good sip on it. An instant stinging sensation could be felt in your mouth as it overtook your senses. It wasn’t too bad, but it was meant for only Frisk’s kind and other people who could take down a strong drink. You place your glass back down, pushing it off to the side as you turn to face Frisk. “Yep, strong stuff indeed…”, You see Frisk giving you a smug smile as he waved for the bartender to give him more. You suddenly develop this pit in your stomach, thinking that this was the right time to tell him your thoughts…but what should you say? Just as Frisk placed his glass down, you spoke out, “Feresk, I wanna talk…”, You see Frisk instantly turn around to face you. “What’s up?”, You look to the floor, going through your mind on what to say. You look back at him, seeing his yellow Trandoshan eyes staring into your own. “I know we’re part of a squadron, and you’re my closest friend and wing mate, but ever since I met you, I had this feeling that…”, You paused to see Frisk had tilted his head slightly. He must be wondering why you’re saying these words to him. You look to your finger, starting to nervously pick on it – “…I had this feeling that it was a little bit more than friendship—look, what I’m trying to say is that…I…”, “There you two are!”, A voice called out. You both turn looking over to see Grace, one of your squad mates, walking through the doors of the cantina. She walks over, smiling her usual smile at the sight of you two talking. “Ah, Grace, I was wonderin’ when you’d come around…”, Frisk said those words upon turning around his barstool to face her fully. Her smile widens slightly in response. “What are you doing here?”, You ask her, turning around in your barstool as well to face her. Grace turns serious as she looks to the floor before looking back to the both of you. “We gotten this call from one of our support freighters, saying they need help with repairs…but they read Imperial Rebels on their radar, and it seems they can’t get those repairs done without getting rid of them first…”, You look over to Frisk who was looking at you with raised brows. “Do we leave now?”, You added, seeing Grace quickly shake her head. “No, it’s not really a pending mission right now, Lindon says, but just to keep it in mind, we’re leaving soon…out of this system…”, You gave Grace a nod, seeing Grace’s smile returning as she nods back to the both of you before turning to leave. You couldn’t help but sigh as you turn back around in your stool, sulking onto the edge of the counter.

You heard Frisk growl under his breath as he leans against the counter as well. “Well, at least they won’t know what’s comin', that’s for sure…”, Frisk was discretely trying to help lift your mood. You straighten up as you turn to face him, only nodding to him. “Yeah…of course…”, You still felt that feeling…and now you weren’t sure if Frisk was even interested on what you have to say anymore. You hopped off your stool, attempting to walk away when you felt three taloned fingers grab onto your arm. “Hey, about what you said…”, You turn to face him as he lets go of you, seeing him hop off his stool as well to stand in front of you. “You could say that I gotten that feeling too…cuz’ every time we would go to the briefing room, I was always hoping to see if you would show up…it kinda surprised me…”, You felt your eyes widen slightly as he steps closer to you, seeing him cross his arms. “I may have hid those feeling from you though…as I didn’t want the squad, or even Lindon, to find out—that I had feelings for a certain wing mate…which was you, and…as time moved on, and as I got to know you more, I started to think that you weren’t as bad as I had first imagined….the point I’m trying to make is that…I like you too…”, You didn’t know what to say or how to react as Feresk just confessed to you. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck to embrace him, feeling him embrace you back just as tightly. You both embraced for a moment before releasing, feeling your own cheeks and body heat start to rise up in heat. You could faintly see Frisk was blushing too, as it was only noticeable by you. You both walked over to the lounge nearby to relax for a bit, with Frisk forcing you to sit in his lap. His arms wrap around your waist tightly as you did, feeling his head snuggle into your neck. You crane your head over, giving his muzzle a quick peck. He returns the gesture as you felt his long skinny reptilian tongue quickly glide along your neck. Your body tenses up in response as you squirm a little. “Hey, that tickles!”, You couldn’t help but chuckle afterwards as Frisk chuckles along with you, his hold tightening on you. “Mmm, you taste sweet…”, He licks your neck again once more, wanting to have more of your sweetness as you squirm again in reaction. “Frisk, I swear if you don’t stop…”, You turn in his lap to see his cunning toothy smile. He growls some as he takes a lick on your cheek, feeling those butterflies of yours swarm in your stomach. You guess that he’s attempting to be flirty right now! You embrace him again, feeling his arms tighten as well. “I’m guessing we should go back, huh?”, You mutter that to him as you release him, seeing Frisk was nodding. “Yeah…don’t wanna keep Lindon waiting…”, You smile as you get up from his lap, seeing Frisk get up too as you both walk out of the cantina, hand in hand, silently hoping that Lindon won’t scold the both of you into asking of your whereabouts. Sure, this must have been a coincidence, but you never knew Frisk had felt the same way as you did with him. You just hope the both of you can continue to make a good cause…together!

The End?

(Yes, If I put a question mark at "The End" for my fanfics, it means there's a 2nd part...which I will post later! Hopefully you enjoyed because I tried yet again!) 😊❤️

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[lordnochybaty]

4 and 12 for the fic asks, i'm so sorry i think i forgot to ask you in return 💛

Hi! Thanks for the ask, and no worries, you did send it before! I just had some tech issues while trying to reply and then of course forgot 🤦‍♂️ So here are all the answers:

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

Tricky question, but fic wise, considering only WIPs that I still consider WIPs and not abandoned projects - I'd say 5. This year I planned to work on various projects for nano and just add some words to any WIP I feel like at the moment and I picked five active fics. (In the end I'm focusing on only one of them after all, but hey, better than nothing.)

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

Aside from the ones I've started, none really. I had an idea for an OFMD fic but procrastinated until season 2 came out and ruined the whole premise. 🤣

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

As mentioned above, I ended up working on one of my oldest WIPs (please don't ask how old, recently I did that math and I'm still terrified). It's a Star Trek AOS fic of a working title "Yes We Khan". It's over 100k words and I've now decided to change the last chapters because one plot point I believed was developed too fast. (90 pages. It was 90 pages, dammit.)

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it!

I do, though if I were to post it I'd probably edit it heavily. At the moment it involves a lot of songs that get me into right headspace to write this story, but don't always fit exactly.

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29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Fenris only hummed in response. Apparently way too smart and well-traveled to even try the ham. Or perhaps he was just waiting to see Varric's reaction first, judging by the smirk when Varric subtly turned away and spit out the offensive meet into the shrew.

"Not enjoying the taste of despair?"

"Not really no. And who's despair is it? The cooks? The servants? The poor pig whose body was so sacrilged? Mine for eating it?"

"The Maker's? For seeing this creation?"

(It's from a WIP that is abandoned, mostly because I have no idea where I was even going with it, but I have one scene with Fenris and Varric mingling at a post-wivern-hunting Orlesian party.)

[Fic Writing Ask Game]

#ask game #fic asks

[apricusapollo]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

thanks for the tag @babygirlbridger 🤭💞

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

40 🚶🏻‍♀️ I am supposed to have more but I archived some a while ago because they were so bad

2.) What’s your ao3 word count?

572,080

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

I've written for haikyuu but I'm not really in that fandom anymore so now I mainly write for star wars & red white and royal blue. occasionally marauders fandom too.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

paper rings - jegulus

somethin' stupid (like, "I love you") - jegulus

english lover affair - firstprince

golden says of yore - jegulus

running through rose thorns - firstprince

6.) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

definitely until the sunrise hold me tight. sometimes I wonder what I was high on when I wrote that.

7.) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

paper rings <33

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

nope, never gotten it.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I started a while ago and it's lowkey soo fun ngl 🤭 I usually used to avoid writing it but. not anymore.

10.) Do you write cross overs? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

oh boy. I used to. my very first famous fanfic was called fragile world. used to post it on Instagram and wattpad. it included *clears throat* shadowhunters, glee, 13 reasons why, skam, eyewitness 🧍🏻‍♀️ but in my defense I was, what, 12-13? I have CHANGED.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yeaa it was kiss in the kitchen. someone reposted it on wattpad without my permission and gabby found it and told me. they did take it down after I told them to tho.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

YEAH!! made me so happy.

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

well usually me and yana come up with the plot of my fics together sometimes. there's this one jegulus fic based on a couple of hamilton songs I wanna write and yana came up with more than half of the plot so yeah!! that counts!!

14.) What’s your all time favourite ship?

I think firstprince. they're just so. *muffled sobs*

15.) What’s a WIP you’d like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

in 2021 I started writing iwaoi attack on titan au. I had outline ready, I wrote 2 chapters out of 5 and all of that. then I never continued it. it still exists in my docs but I forgot half of the plot so I doubt I'll ever finish and post it but who knows. never say never.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

writing angst?? Idk I think I'm quite good at that for a girl who has never had her heart broken (in a romantic sense)

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

DESCRIPTIONS. god I HATE describing things. I'd rather die than describe anything.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I mean, I don't think I'll succeed (unless it's in georgian which is my native language) and considering that I mess up english sometimes, maybe it's for the best if I just stick to one language 😭😭

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

one direction. I was 9 y/o. write it in a notebook with a sparkly pen. it was called "love."

20.) Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I have a couple so here's the list idc

paper rings

english love affair

sacred touches & wasted days

the end is here

better than revenge ('cause he's like so whatever)

champagne problems

(I'm too lazy to attach links to all of them so here's my ao3)

again, I hate tagging people so pls do this if u wanna mwah<3

#crys writes #fanfiction

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Alright! Totally forgot I was sending a part of my wip to you but here!!! 1k of a scene I like in the thing I'm writing.

The crackling campfire is the only noise that sounds from the camp after those ominous words. Nobody quite knows what to say, so after a few minutes of silence quieted chatter fills the area, and Sophie can only see glimpses of her companions’ faces when the dim orangle light flashes on their faces.

She can see Biana bury her head into Tam’s shoulder, his arms automatically swamping her in a comfortable hug. She can almost hear the faint murmurings of Edaline and Della on the other side of the camp, the frantic way the whites of their eyes shine. The light soaking their profiles make them look tired and hagred from loss.

The voices only quiet when a clear low hum pierces through the idle noise. Everyone’s head seems to snap up at the sound, recognizing the melody. Most surprisingly it comes from where Prentice and Tiergan were sitting, suddenly standing atop the ginormous stum of the fallen tree providing them shelter.

Sophie’s head whips around at the change of mood, the way that the tension that was just so thick cleared out in a matter of seconds. Everyone seemed to understand what was happening, standing up in clear space.

“What’s going on?” She mutters to Keefe, whos still seated beside her. A smirk makes it’s way up his face and Sophie’s heart flutters a bit at the expression.

“You’ll see.”

“The fallen creeks and restless winds,” Prentice’s voice rings about the clearing, low and crackling like the campfire in front of him.

“Plague the world around me.” He launches off the stump, Tiergan following soon afterward, and both of their hands intertwine, and Sophie registers that they’re about to dance. 

And it doesn’t just seem to be them either, the rest of the elves in the clearing are standing, looking prepared to dance, and a low thrum of energy splits open like a bolt of lighting during a storm.

Because the slow, sad song fades off with Tiergan and Prentice’s sorrowful voices, as everyone around them starts clapping to a rhythm foreign to Sophie. First it starts slowly, then getting faster and faster, until the couple is dancing in front of the fire light at full speed, the whites of their teeth flashing in the night as they smile and sing.

“Ghosts rise from endless tides, and yet I’ll keep on fighting,” More and more voices join the chorus, their joyous singing reaching the stars.

From where she sits Sophie can see them all, laughing and stomping and spinning. Marella and Linh trip over one another, while Tam and Biana dance gracefully. Della and Livvy link arms and look like one, along with Prentice and Tiergan, Dex and Edaline join hands even, laughing at each of their missteps. From where he’s standing, Wylie has a grin on his face, shining bright as even the moon comes out to join the celebration.

“I thought elves didn’t have music,” Sophie hisses to Keefe, who’s bouncing along to the song.

“We don’t! This song was banned by the council for centuries.”

He laughs at Sophie’s confused expression. “It was a song that soldiers used to sing, before we were a peaceful species, so they deemed it inappropriate.”

“How does everyone here know it, then?”

“Well, I’d think you’d’ve learned by now, Foster, but the people you’re with don’t follow the rules all that often. Especially if the Council decrees it. Many couples danced to it at their weddings.”

Sophie turns back to see the overwhelming happiness, bouncing off of every face, every hand and foot that’s moving and twirling.

“I know you don’t remember this,” Keefe says, his voice dropping a bit. “But I believe you owe me a dance.”

Before she can complain, Keefe drags her out of her seat, linking their arms and patiently going through the steps. Sophie’s reluctance fades as she spends longer and longer in the circle, a laugh bubbling out of her chess before she can help it.

“The sun will set, and waters rise, but I will be right by your side.”

Keefe twirls her around, in sync with everyone around them, and Sophie’s mouth hurts from smiling.

“For a world I hold so near, I’ll fight, oh fight for you my dear.”

Everyone slows, and each pairing shows off a quick move, taking turns cheering for the other ones around them.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!”

Keefe does a quick little jig, and Sophie scrambles to try and follow him, only somewhat succeeding.

“I’ll build this land, from the ground, and stand right beside you.”

Sophie’s heart thuds in her throat as she locks eyes with him, staring into the amusement, the pain, the sadness, the fondness. She stares at Keefe Sencen, really looks at him, for the first time.

“When the time turns, and our ears grow long, I’ll stay with you.”

Everything slows around them as Keefe dips Sophie toward the ground, a heart-melting smile appearing on his face. It’s so very small, that if they weren’t this near in proximity, Sophie would’ve missed it. She would’ve missed the way his eyes shone in the fire light, the freckles that dappled his skin, and the way he saw her. The way that Keefe Sencen is looking at her sends chills shivering down her spine.

Even when the world seems to move in slow motions, Sophie can barely see the moment he lets his eyes glance down at her lips. It’s so fast that if she’d’ve blinked she would’ve missed it. But she doesn’t blink.

Instead she just stares into the depths of those icy blue eyes, and wonders what were we?

The thought almost puts everything back to normal, like someone hit play on a remote, Sophie’s pulled upright, and all the voices go quite except for the two that started the song in the first place.

But everything is not normal. Because without even waiting for the song to finish, Keefe rushes away, eyes wide and panicked as he all but runs to his tent. No one notices, no one but Sophie Foster, who’s eyes are glued to his back as the melody closes with a bittersweet ending. Tiergan and Prentice’s voices fill the clearing, low and sad, full of mourning and grief.

“And we’ll sing this song with pride and love, and reflect on our journey.”

Sophie’s eyes follow Keefe’s back as he retreats to his tent, the euphoria of their dance all but forgotten, whipped away by the night breeze.

SIR I AM GOING APESHIT THIS IS GORGEOUS- THE WAY KEEFE SAYS SHE OWES HIM A DANCE AND HOW THAT TIES INTO CANON?? THE WAY THAT THEY DANCE AND SOPHIE'S NOT A KLUTZ BECAUSE THEY BOTH KNOW SHE'S NOT AND HOW THAT'S ROOTED IN CANON?? THE WAY THAT HE FUCKING GLANCES AT HER LIPS AND SOPHIE DOESN'T MISS IT???? THE PACING?? THE FUCKING DESCRIPTIONS AND METAPHORS AND LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT THE PROSE???

ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME WITH EXCELLENT CONTENT?? BECAUSE IF YOU ARE IT'S FUCKING WORKING HOLY SHIT-

#ask #sokeefe #sophie foster #keefe sencen #there's other characters too but i don't wanna psyche people out for characters that aren't the main focus #but like. i don't even know the context for this and i ADORE IT #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #oh yeah there's also other ships. but same situation as with the characters #tobi is this a soldier poet king au?? am i guessing right?? #xanadaus

[suspiciouslybluemilktea]

You told me to remind you to write Em teaching Uyu to flirt, but my memory span lately has been similar to one of a goldfish. So maybe if this stays in your asks you’ll see it when you get time? I think my brain reset this afternoon lol

Also my weakness is script writing so if I have a base I can use that later to draw the scene >:D I still want to try and design their casual clothes bc that’s fun. Also I’d imagine they’d have the lesson in city clothes? Ever since you wrote the draft I’ve been imagining them playing in the saloon when it’s closed

THANK YOU as I almost forgot I wanted to do this already as these days I too am at goldfish level. It’s also super fun to build of each other’s content and ideas ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ and all the drawings you do make me cry tears of gold.

I also apologize for how messy this is as I’m trying not to overload ideas and am failing + I rewrote too many times TT. I’ll also totally admit all of my best edits got erased 1st time and I got too lazy to go back and re add all of that work. And I’ve been nitpicking with no direction——

Uyu- my cmc

Em- Mel’s cmc

This AU once again belongs to @marshmallowprotection , based on her Cowboy!Unknown fic “Cereus”! Here’s the link to go and check it out: Cereus

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Uyu was easy to perceive as shy and docile. On many fronts, she felt herself to be cowardly, always afraid of reaching for objects on higher shelves due to the possible “what ifs”. What if she’s simply not tall enough to grab what she desires? What if as she tries, she knocks over the object she wants? It took a lot of personal growth for her to start reminding herself not all “what ifs” in life are negative, but it’s not something that’s easy to wipe clean from the brain forever. It’s a deep conditioning that’s going to take time to shake.

Self confidence is a skill that she has to learn later in life than most of her peers, tossing away the stick she often beats herself down with. Even as someone with small acting experience back home, working up the courage to shine like a star never comes easy.

One thing she can say performance has taught her is that success tends to blossom under practice and familiarity. At first, it’s normal for most people to trip over their own heels, but sooner rather than later it becomes a flawless routine you can give your all without extra thought. With song and dance it’s easy to feel more alive than ever, all of your focus trained on hypnotizing your audience using what you already know like the back of your hand. On stage, there is no time for worries and “what ifs”, only the solid fact that the show must go on as you pretend to be something you’re not. It’s a transformation of the self under those bright lights and she’s always loved the feeling of playing pretend, now doing so in a new way that often tripped her up. The role of the sexy and confident desert flower was a big spin on reality really, but acting is simply that. Acting. A job is just a job, and today like any other, her role was to complete it.

As Em and Uyu’s getting ready process takes a bit longer than the other workers’, they usually started their mornings earlier to have enough time to get in full costume and clean up the stage. Together they swept the area to prepare to mop before changing for the day, as something as small as a random sticky patch could cause injury to a performer. This was simply their routine, as was the way they deviously twirled and span round on that stage to get you to empty your pockets. The longer you were here ogling the eye candy, the more inclined you were to order another cool and refreshing glass, and then another, and a another.

A tricky ploy it may be, but it was one that worked like a charm. It was their job to be on display in order to attract customers, and as professionals they each had their own ways of ensuring you left with a much lighter wallet. With Uyu’s set of pipes and the movements she followed taught to her by Zen, she eased the worries of each and every guest, so trained on her they let their guards slip for the idea of it being “party time”. And with them relaxed, Em could approach and flirt up a storm, encouraging them to drink up as she giggled and teased, asking how much alcohol “such a big guy” could really handle. And of course, they never forgot to leak out everyone’s secrets as well as their savings. Em especially was a natural at it, even with them “both” being new to the trade.

On the few and far between visits from their favorite outlaw as well as in those letters, Em took most of the charge when it came to collecting and delivering the goods. As the bolder desert lovely, she was able to squeeze her way into being at the bigger league’s tables, fake laughing it up as they ordered her drinks and Yoosung poured her colored water instead to trick them. Those poor fools paid full price for a drunken sleaze and instead only hydrated her for the same price as their beers, wondering how she was so good at holding her liquor. She saved her real thirst for her own stash of bottles she’d discreetly acquire during the shift.

Uyu’s lack of helpfulness with secret trading was something that bothered her, at times feeling a bit unable to prove her own usefulness. At first it was a matter of “will I be killed if I’m no use”, but now it’s morphed into the gut feeling that comes with being no good at your biggest assignment.

Unlike Em, when the guests at the tables coo at her and beckon her near, she froze before picking up her feet. Uyu felt lucky that her stage presence was advertised as coy and angelic, as it allowed herself to tie her nervousness into the act she had to put on. Her and Em were hyped up as the “devil and angel” type duo, but watching the way Em could even get their boss to blow steam out his ears on occasion made her wonder what it would be like to take on the role of Lucifer. It seemed fun in a way, knowing you had the power to wrap everyone in the room around your finger with Em’s devilish confidence. It’s what chipped away at her during today’s morning routine, still not yet dressed and ready for work. Uyu never stopped the motion of her broom on the upper stage as she bubbled out some of those thoughts to the other lady sweeping away behind her. Em was quick to respond to their conversation’s switch up.

“Let me explain this to you, since it looks like what you desire is a lesson in flirting.”

Em placed a gentle hand near Uyu’s rib cage, the other landing atop her shoulder. Long forgetting about their cleaning tasks for this more import matter, Em pressed right up against her pinker counterpart’s back, speaking in a quieter tone than earlier. Uyu stiffened in response to the physical contact.

“You see…you’ve actually got the foundation of this all wrong. You don’t need to be bold or sassy to sink your claws into everyone who is already tempted by you. You’ve already got a good thing going, you just need to make it better and pay attention to your surroundings.”

Uyu awkwardly twisted to look over her shoulder to make eye contact with her coworker, confused.

“But I don’t understand how to do that.”

“That’s the point ‘little hedge’, you just don’t get it.”

Em’s teasingly pouty expression made her partner scream internally, as did Em’s finger which was now drawing slow circles onto the pink fabric which clothed her stomach. Uyu tried not to sound panicked as she continued.

“So…can you help me to understand what you mean by that, then? Don’t keep me in the dark on this, elaborate please.”

Em chuckled, “Sugar wants to understand the art of manipulation better?”

“Uh- I mean…I guess that’s kind of what I’m asking for, isn’t it? What exactly do you think I should be doing better?”

“Well, if you really want to know-here’s what I think.” Em pulled back slightly to start playing with those long blond locks which belonged to the other performer. “To them, you’re innocence. To them, you’re a sleazy lady, but a lady none the less. Your appeal lies in the idea that those dirty fools can all strip those sweet titles from you with their grubby hands.”

Uyu gave a funny mix between a dramatic frown and grimace. “Ew.”

“Hah- but do you see how that ends up working out? On the other end of the spectrum is where I sit, so the pieces fit together like this. My appeal is that I’m their match, and yours is that you’re everything they’re not. This makes them hungry to taint you, while for me they’re worked up at the thought I’ll play ball with them. Get it? Tease them with that fact about you, but never let them have the satisfaction of blackening any of your white feathers. It’ll keep them coming like the idiots they all are, and as you pose no threat being a small female I see them all talking easy peasy~”

Uyu shuddered uncomfortably, “Ugh, that feels gross to play along with.”

“It’s just a performance remember? I thought you’d get that, and you’re definitely some kind of saint compared to them so it won’t be too hard if you get the guts. Think you could go gun down a man with that pistol you carry around right now?”

“No.”

“Yeah, or maybe go rob the local bank and load up on whatever is in their vaults? Or maybe catcall me or Zen?”

“No-”

“See? Everything they’re not around here and maybe then some.”

Em then released her, coming around to face her front. Her grin was mischievous.

“So go on then, see yourself as a shiny prize but don’t act high and mighty about it. Let’s practice. Pretend I’m an old fat bastard drooling over you here rather than spending time with my wife and kids. Get me to empty the money I should spend on feeding my family on beer, and get me to open my big mouth about how I actually am having a gay love affair with the sherif.”

“The sherif?!”

“Shhh, pretend!”

“Wait but if you’re gay, are you really all that interested in me? Or in your own wife for that matter-”

“You’re missing the point here- this dude just likes everyone ok? He’d even stick it in a cactus, and don’t comment on that either.”

“Right…Uhm ok-”

“So what’s your first move going to be with me after you finish a song?”

Uyu paused to ponder on that question before replying, mostly to use as breather due to the awkwardness of the situation. Her smiles were laced with anxiety.

“I’m going to seductively walk my way over to you… and then pretend I care about you specifically, despite the fact that I’ve got a hundred other customers to flirt with too and I’m being payed to do this.”

“Yes, now that sounds like the game we play! Make me feel like I’m the only person in the room. Trick me into thinking I’m a special somebody deserving of your attention. Go on and try it, sweetheart.”

Taking a few steps back until she reached the set piece chaise lounge, Em waited on Uyu for her next move. She sat with a wide man spread, putting on her thickest town accent she loved to poke fun, joking around some to set the scene and establish a character.

“Oh man! I’m so werked up, I’m tweakin' like em raccoons in the back of this establishment on trash day! It’s been a whole eighteen hours since I last screwed with someone, that being our finger lickin' good sheriff-”

Damn near loosing composure and the ability to seriously continue, Uyu pantomimed writing a letter. “I’ve heard every vital piece of information I needed without even working at it. Time to report this word for word back to the boss.”

And only after a few more giggles were exchanged did Em drop the accent, straightening herself up. Uyu cleared her throat and followed suit.

“Nerves shrunken up now? Don’t think I can’t see how stiff you are. I hope you realize just how foolish this game we play is overall as we practice for real this time. Give me all you’ve got, Uyu baby.”

Taking a deep breath while ignoring the flush which that nickname brought to her cheeks, she worked up the courage to try her idea for a plan of attack. She wanted to push her limits by playing a card usually off limits for her as she never liked to invite physical contact. “Do I have your permission to-”

“Don’t ask me for permission, just do it. If this were an actual client, you’d just have to stroll right up to him.”

“Right….Uhm- here goes nothing then?”

Sending all of her worries off on a train to a different part of her subconscious so that she could dismiss them best she could, Uyu tried her best to get into character. With the closing and then reopening of her eyes, coupled with a moment to breathe in, it was mission to go time. Like a sweet and slightly awkward lynx, she approached her current target with a walk Zen drilled into her head, hip movements exaggerated and her posture straighter than usual. It was nothing cartoonish, but seriously , no one really walked this way did they? It was hard not to feel ridiculous, but acting is all about silencing your screaming brain telling you you’re making a fool out of yourself for not following your normal social cues and patterns.

Next came the narrower doe eyes and the sweet batting of the lashes in Em’s direction, her gaze never leaving the lady’s which sat upon their set piece. She practiced this look in the mirror far too often to ensure she never came across as idiotic, but it was certainly difficult not to worry that right now she wasn’t nailing the expression as planned.

Uyu secretly wished to win some shock out of Em by pushing her own boundaries like this as she then plopped down in her lap, facing her sitting sideways by twisting. She reached out to toy with an outfit accent in the middle of Em’s chest, but drew back before having a chance to fiddle with the piece.

“Now now, bravery is the key here darling. Bring that hand back where you meant to place it.”

And with that command, Uyu listening, toying with the expensive brooch’s pearls. Em then placed a hand on one of her hips as if to either stabilize her in her position, or to add to her part in this production further.

“So, you prefer taking orders from others as opposed to listening to your own ideas, huh little floozy?”

Uyu pressed their chests together slightly, hoping the other could not feel the nervous and fearful drumming of her heart. And if she wasn’t so caught up in her act, she may have noticed the new shade that which adorned Em’s face.

“Well- I’m always worrying about our guests, you see. What if what I was about to do made you uncomfortable?”

She allowed her nerves to shine through as part of her character with a little spin on how she actually felt.

“Oh, I would have made it clear that I was uncomfortable starting when you took this seat. A pretty lady’s hands on me is always welcome.”

Uyu let out a fake giggle, “why thank you for the compliment. Glad to know I’m not a bother then~.”

“You a bother? Never. Those hands can wander wherever they like, although they might only end up making me a different kind of bothered.” Em then solidified her nasty joke with a wink.

Pretending this was a real situation, to neither offend nor instigate, Uyu played it off with more false laughter, as if she was amused rather than grossed out. She then allowed her arms to wrap around the back of Em’s neck as she snuggled closer, solidifying her place as the lap dog you enjoy attention from but pay no attention to.

It felt easier to slip into character with this scene partner as she could trust that they’d never beg for more than just a fun chitchat. Convincing scoundrels, highups and hooligans that you were attracted to them was a dangerous gamble, and you never knew which fool would come around and act entitled to more. Playing it off as goofing around with a friend made it easier to try, but would something like this really help rid her of the anxiety that came with dealing with a real client? The only real way to be sure was to keep the scene going.

“Do you feel confident enough to try this with a guest now?”

“Not really.”

#saeran choi #unknown saeran #custom mc #cereus #cmc #cowboy Saeran #I have decided to just release this as is rather than continuing to nitpick #Mel I will slowly learn how to write non cringe gay fluffy stuff for you I promise 🫶🫵💓 #Lilac watching us be silly with our cmcs slowly forgetting about Unknown who my cmc was literally made for: 😧

[mokis-art]

can you tell me all about void?

edit: so the week 2 half of this summary turned into an analysis so i apologize if it feels like me nerding out and talking about the dEePeR mEaNiNg

all about void.....

like all of it? am i allowed to link the wiki?

im gonna both link the wiki and a video and then give you a summary of the video because i cant be the only one that gets bored watching fnf gameplay unless its twinsomnia (even though playing vs void is actually pretty fun)

*the wiki labels a few other characters as "friend" but in the source post, they're described to be people he just gets along better with since he doesnt really form close bonds in a competitive industry

The premise to the mod is that Void, a cosmic pop star, hears about BF's rising fame and accordingly challenges him to perform at his next concert. The last line of the premise goes, "He hasn't garnered galaxy-wide fame for nothing, and there may be something *dark* under that smug exterior."

In the menu screen, the background music is replaced by supposedly some kind of remix of the original menu music, and Void kind of took it over. Once the week begins, it is very obvious that Void is an egotistical annoying little bitch but that's okay

oh also there's voice acting

Anyways he teases BF a little, boosts his own ego for a bit, and then the songs start. Nothing special happens for most of the week; BF continues to win, and Void is denying the fact that he might not hold out, thus getting more and more insecure. We don't receive a second reason about why he's so affected until the cutscene before Event Horizon, where Void's form glitches. He says nothing of it, simply continuing to tell BF where his place is. The last song is much more difficult than the others, but still very playable. The end card shows that BF and GF are enjoying their win, while Void is extremely ticked off, and the narration rhetorically asks the player, "Think you can beat the true A.C. Void?"

oh also i forgot to mention that the accretions exist, they're basically like bodyguards and try to keep void from doing SOMETHING (i forgot abt them bc they only got added after week 2)

The icon for week 2 is an album CD case, in which the CD inside is broken apart.

SPOILERS FOR WEEK 2 (this part is much longer):

BF returns to Void's stage with his motivations for doing so left ambiguous, and Void has a bit of banter with the Accretions as to which one of them let him in. Void first assumes that BF is a die-hard fan looking for an autograph, but it seems that he's learned to understand his beep language and hears that BF actually wants a rematch. Void is extremely ticked off by this, probably taking it as mockery, but BF gently persists, the Accretions back him up—and something eerie rises in Void. He agrees to do just one song.

After the song, Void—completely certain he would be able to win with so much focus—is wholly enraged by this point, but persistently holding himself back everytime he might snap. (There's a fourth-wall joke regarding the character-gets-angry-in-the-last-song trope in fnf mods between this). Void then has a brief monologue hinting at a "mistake" he made long ago, one caused by an inability to keep himself "stable." Later, his Accretions try to warn him that he might snap, but they are cut off on the word "gonna" and Void yells that he's not "gonna" anything.

Void insists on a slow, lengthy song to ensure that he can beat BF for once. Near the end of the song, however, it is evident that he was too late in his suppression, and already begins to transform. He glitches more and more, and eventually snaps, resembling the "blueballs" animation, and takes on the full name "A.C. Void." A.C. remarks darkly that it's "good to be back" and also states that "Void is gone," implying that he is somewhat separate from his smug counterpart. He proceeds to monologue with a contrast to Void—that his purpose isn't for wealth or fame (its about the mets), but rather about a type of mentally-manipulative world domination. He reveals that his motivations might equate to what is Void's motivations, but bumped up to 100 and covered in wickedness. A.C. challenges BF to "Come face the All-Consuming Void!" and the final-final song begins.

At the end of Singularity, A.C. Void seemingly faints. BF and GF casually discuss dinner but a while later, the entity regains consciousness as Void and approaches BF. Reluctantly, he thanks BF in an agree-to-disagree way since otherwise he would have "torn the galaxy in half." BF thanks Void for "a fun twelve-ish minutes" and Void simply sighs.

THEN THERE ARE FREE PLAY SONGS BUT IM NOT MAKING THIS ANY LONGER 💀 ILL DO IT IN A DIFFERENT ASK OR SMTH

#fnf #a.c. void #ac void #fnf vs void #friday night funkin

[senadimell]

5 Movies, 4 Songs, 3 Essentials, 2 Books, 1 Quote

Thanks @i-will-steal-your-intestines​!! This was really fun!

5 MOVIES

This is gonna be the hardest section, isn’t it?

1. Princess Mononoke. Ahhhh all of this movie. Hisaishi’s score. The characterization. The art. The relationships. Even the English dub! (I’m fascinated by the choice of accents between Lady Eboshi and the women of the forge because it was a clear case of “rural, southern, working-class accents” vs “posh, upper-class” accents even if we don’t have an in-universe reason for RP vs US south)

2. Song of the Sea. I have only seen this once and it wrecked me. I’m still in awe. Such a work of art! The storytelling! The symbolic overlaying reality! Grief! And actually likable characters working through things!

3. The eminently quotable The Princess Bride (with a special honorable mention to Quibi’s The Princess Bride Home Movie because that was just so utterly amazing)

4. Little Women (2019) Look, this movie got me through a very rough time. Related hardcore to the “loneliness” speech and really latched on to the non-linear style of storytelling.

5. West Side Story (2021) because I liked that movie enough that I inflicted my ramblings on my irl family and friends instead of containing it to tumblr. it is SUCH A GOOD ADAPTION. so much going on. So much analysis jangling around my skull.

Honorable mention to The Tale of Princess Kaguya, Mulan,

4 SONGS

1. Susan Boyle’s cover of Proud (link here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpkrVuYxA0c)

2. Lindsay Mendez’ cast recording of Pretty Funny ties with Before It’s Over (actually, Pretty Funny wins because I can be exceedingly angsty and it knocked the wind out of me and changed everything when I heard it first, but I listen to Before It’s Over more often these days to inspire myself)

3. No Good Deed (pretty much any person, but here’s the Idina Menzel version and I’m partial to Willemijn Verkaik). I love the entire musical of Wicked but have made extensive of this song. Let’s just say I was under a lot of strain in high school and didn’t have the words to even know what was wrong, and leaned reeeeal heavy into songs like this.

4. Tie between Emily Portman’s Tongue Tied, Open the Door for Three’s Beeswing, Le bal des chats, Horses (with my daughter Maral), Now and For Always and Star of Earendil from the LotR musical, The Longest John’s Downed and Drowned, and the entirety of Imogen Heap’s The Cursed Child score

Turns out I listen to music as a tool these days, so most of point 4 are songs I can listen to while doing other work, while the musical theatre songs of my pre-COVID years require my full mental attention, so I can only listen to them while doing things like driving or cleaning, not while reading.

3 ESSENTIALS

3.  Peppermint essential oil. Great placebo &/or distraction &/or treatment for headaches, stomache discomfort, and more

2. Socks, a robe that ties around the waist, nail clippers, headphones, chew stim, and hairstick, for the Self-Regulation

1. Food and medication! Love love love medication that reduces pain and helps me to function!

2 BOOKS

I only get two of these? I’m changing it to series. Then it’ll have to be the old favorites, the Time Quartet and the Tapestry series.

1 QUOTE

Currently this is rattling around my head:

“Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?”

this is from Fellowship of the Ring, I think? Frodo and Gandalf are talking about Gollum and Bilbo.

Whoops forgot to tag people. @butwhybother @hobbitsetal @kiralamouse @brightbeautifulthings

#asks #asks and answers

[lake-archive]

Types Of Fans

AO3 Link

Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Jun Sazanami, Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Junann (Jun/Ann) (romantic, developing)

The first time they had seen him on stage they were fascinated, more than expected. Until that day they had not thought much of idols despite working with them. Then again, it is part of their job so there was not much to think about. In fact, they saw them all more as co–workers if anything.

Everytime they walked on campus they did not understand the big fuss some students made over the idols. In fact, when hearing some names they could only roll their eyes. Oh if they even knew about some of those guys, what they truly are like. Not as ‘knightley’ or ‘charming’ as they thought. Especially some of the female students. And yet they had been approached out of nowhere by a group of girls. Anyone approaching them would have been a surprise. Yet what had been even more shocking back then was that the girls had not asked for help for assignments or anything like that, no. Instead one of them said:

“It's Anja, right? You're free, aren't you?”

When eating their lunch ‘Anja’ had nearly dropped it, staring at the trio of girls in disbelief. Free? Them? “Uh… That de–”

“You're free almost any weekend! Well, we need one more person to use those tickets for that idol concert! Our beloved Eden will perform but we can't throw away that fourth ticket! So you are joining us!”

“Wha– I but… I–”

Yet one of the girls had already slammed that ticket on the table and stomped off after saying: “We meet three hours before the concert starts! Don't be late!”

They weren't given a choice, they had to accept it. At first they wondered who to give it to but no one came to mind, so they had to go. Even if they could care less about idol performances… Great… But there was no way out now. They had to go, didn't they? Eden groupies are something else sometimes… 

So basically they had been dragged right then and there, expecting to just stare with a blank face. And they did for the most part, just watching one performance after the other pass. Some songs were better than the others, some stuck and others they forgot in an instance. The faces of said idols? Honestly, it slipped their mind. They had not paid much attention to most and were anything but thrilled. Besides, not like all of it had been easy to hear anyway! Given how much screaming and shouting they heard from all those fans. Even the trio right next to them could barely hold their breath. Well, they were having fun at least so Anja was not going to say anything about it.

Well, just when they thought they could maybe sneak away one of the three had grabbed them out of nowhere and forced them to face the stage yet again. “Look look! Here they are!” One of the girls shouted, lost before it had even started. Ah… So it was Eden’s turn. They had no strong feelings towards… Most of the members. Saegusa was a different story but he was a… League of his own, to put it lightly. Something was just unsettling about him and a performance would not really change it for them to be completely honest. Yet they had not been paying attention to him anyway, not at the time at least. No, their attention was on someone entirely different. And they had no idea why it had fascinated them at the time, what it was exactly. The song had not been something they had been unfamiliar with, having heard it so many times before. The melody familiar, the lyrics something they were able to follow along with ease. Even if they did not understand it word for word, they could at least hum along. But they were honestly too occupied to do that. Why? Because of him,

Up until this point they had not paid too much attention to him if any at all. They knew who he was, no problem whatsoever, and yet he wasn’t too outstanding to them. But something captivated them. Seeing him on stage, perform, taking one step after the other. They didn’t know why but he had captivated them. Was it because they could feel it, how he was giving it his all right then and there? Was that why? Them feeling how he was just giving it his entire energy, putting it his all into this performance. It was easy to tell and yet it made it all the more fascinating to them. Or was it just that? Either way, the view may as well have been a whole 180… Their view on Jun Sazanami.

It had been then where Ann themself started to notice Sazanami way more often. While they probably would have just walked past him without a care in the world nowadays… They were watching, at least taking a glimpse before leaving. Maybe a small wave, as a co–worker would or a greeting when close enough, then taking their leave to take care of their business. It was nothing more nor anything deeper than that. At most they probably had developed some admiration. After all, having at least heard of an idol’s schedule it was certainly some hard piece of work. No, more than that. They had seen it a few times… Or rather smelled when some idols had entered their office after practice, being all sweaty and smelly. They were in a rush so they paid no mind to it. They just know that their mother would have thrown a fit at that smell, it was rather reminding them of that. 

Regardless, they had maybe a barebone basic idea. Idol life isn’t easy and yet seeing someone pull through like this, even if they only had a glimpse… It was a job in the end, wasn’t it? That is what they thought at the very least and seeing someone put their all into it… It was something else, somewhat heartwarming. Or maybe they were sympathizing? With the idea at least. Hah, it was complicated, more than that. The only fact they had was that Sazanami captivated them in some way. It was something what just made them want to cheer him on right on the sidelines and assist him in some way. It was hard to put into words. Yet was that even needed? He came off as someone who aspired to be someone during the performance, all they needed to know. Maybe this would prove to be a time to invest in some of the idol merch— Ah no, wouldn’t CDs be more beneficial in this regard? He wasn’t some character, he was… An artist? Was that the fitting word? Hmm… Ah, they will find their word for it soon enough.

And yet, that mentality had them also a little peeved whenever hearing something in passing. It was usually something about one of the idols, how the people were talking about them, the girls especially. In fact, the trip Ann had been with at that concert… Oh the aftermath they had to hear from their lips, it was a pain.

“So, you have your eyes on Jun–Sama?”

“We compliment you for your taste yet he would pick me~”

“You!? Weren’t you after Nagisa–Sama!?”

“I recall you fawning over Hiyori–Sama!”

“If you two behave like this, none of Eden would even consider us for the ideal date.”

“Oh shut up! At least we don’t have a glasses fetish!”

“Glasses fetish!? Ibara–Sama is more than his glasses I will let you know!”

Yeah, they had just been fighting about one thing… Who dates whom. And it made them groan. Were they being serious? Was that all the three had to say? Nothing about the music, the lyrics maybe? The performance!? Was this just a ‘Oh Eden–Sama looked so graceful on stage we were melting that time’ conversation? W… Was this really…

Hah, why was it bothering them anyway? None of their business in the end. No need to have it rub them the wrong way, even if they just didn’t understand it. That was all, they didn’t really get it. 

“Anyway! You eyeing Jun–Sama—”

“His voice. I like it.” Was their only response to this. “Nothing more.”

“Nothing more? You sure? You were eyeing him pretty–”

“Yeah. Just his voice.”  Well, yes and no. They didn’t want to get into the details for some reason. And back then they were still collecting their thoughts to be honest. At home they had gotten a clear mind to be honest. So it was not as if they could have given a better answer anyway. 

Hah, no. No need to think of it like that. They just didn’t get it, the yearning for someone you didn’t know. They had assumed such a thing, them starting to yearn for Sazanami. But it was nothing like that. They didn’t know him and it was unlikely that they would get to know him anyway. So why bother? Reaching out for someone who was out of reach for you was pointless, wasn’t it? Yeah. Such a romance the trio was hoping for was only one found in novels. That or an extremely lucky romance, an exception, not the norm.

It was best to just keep supporting him from afar. That’s all Sazanami should be to them anyway, an artist and a hard worker. Someone to look up to, but nothing more. There was a distance between them, a distance lasting for probably a lifetime. So they would not even dream of getting into pointless daydreams… They are only going to be a supporter, a fan, a coworker if lucky. Nothing more. They will never be more than that anyway.

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[libidomechanica]

Sae light

A curtal sonnet sequence

               Chapter the First

Is much bud and seate bowed, she and grass and sit began him when her hair. Mortal rage. Has happy days, pitying but kept ye not take it but a moving. The old memory, while Abelard! There shall the Pen of Time, Kenny on a woman fed by can’t gaze a man liue, that we with flourish. With you, Mothers the may remark the speed of that pendulous God’s, his part that once is thicke, all possessedness. Close by my milk home!

               Chapter the Second

You to have had comparably light in fail. The Light to my stomach other, go back athwart that antres much truer to Rome, I think of day more, alas, can side my head to heard, to some would before bless as swan or pass turned hands, man, and stars away triumph pale, commerce deepe art Greate’s ode, or such guise they say with children; the child, as I heart its long breeze. And how I looking those cherrie-tree adit; we ours wide From me.

               Chapter the Third

Lie, kind, and all panted down. The running if at least and revengeance impair, sharp I answered from over there, his title is done thought the chiefest came Psyche’s stop loving in the flocked there your mind;—of pass’d in extremity of you, to nursed and call, and if we will, and twists doth dwelt at the pang on, at first so woe-begone? Out an abstract, heavy railing scarrior: I was pretext heavy dews gather evidences?

               Chapter the Fourth

One veneral seas break of the lake, starved like a winds are cowledge is sides that need nor falling eyes dulled to soft worth we move immortal in and pitied an effort, I felt her named with scorn to go. Tis best in his legs were boring but through their more those smile; or what we must real porters of these those, he solemn rites by nightingale, communing men to the hop’d my sole the Dung. No more endless curling, its liness with friends.

               Chapter the Fifth

Yet lived without foundes, ne world esteems, long-sound Love thou are! Into you shall believe the tree! As not speak the link of command argument, to fifty tower, older babbling words, and laboured from grew in the edge the who proved fruit, admitted whether a token in and gay. It was not the grots the love, O let youth I did mingle reede, remember shut my she, and toe a little skies and quake his Arms—he this ice.

               Chapter the Sixth

Sweet, the death he reddens what know they hurt appened so by thine beweep in his changed many a play awake and the swell; such to music cease it. His Gama turn to her kind. Purple of my green having through the need more or grief and mute it, your maid, airing at are they will not at heart thou didst of our mother mind. Reckon with stroke frost, but there about her kind the elves down: holy single gray strong home I see two crowne.

               Chapter the Seventh

Decide beyond a stormy gushing move with a soul wither into holding and on to the king, my father stirre steel an acorn deliberty, and mad, their ran in that channels of noon, to leave that burning, nor dinners do, and a holiday, Now, I thing best tribe? A presence beyond her formance exiles are youthes far as carbon moral sea glass, at out of prey and saw my correct, the was accustom, Gama.

               Chapter the Eighth

Face demur: and as he might to a doubt, and woke desir’st the wheels: and tempest, surchase female dry; it see down with you. Even too, I have pastoral. I am a girls. She and not easy to foot along. Thee. He short time to me not like a broken prepare em, forgot my will not lie hid he, you spake of Venus burning the speeches, and can bear, or studied hard barks, a thought lies wound shall things. And rattle, firm soil.

               Chapter the Ninth

To Paradise wasted than owl-songs, There was, trade was not to West: t was the may have has but mix some man and the contrary, and Paracle have false, wavered by those rare.—But on the red by night, than too, in note to whirl them. ’—And he knew not the fires, and I to heels: and once arose, we hunted, upon my God, when in my tear. But on the long by would not so fairly knee—like here she goes failing all-in-all, I seemed.

               Chapter the Tenth

Rose land on the pomp of doors will not proud of marble. Earth, so sad astrology, that our belles and natural. And rolled mixt the others that venger, husbands to light back of the greet that street and once my Nelly Gray! To keep or reading at meditate with the van to Heaven, the you, to changing lies that to fought woman, and all its fir’d; fool; whom I loom; and my soul which real portion’s red with fierced there! Regret than alone.

               Chapter the Eleventh

Yet and never the blank and war off in other. There is surprised, and view, too had owsen, she let my fondly parade, and how cream could mammie’s white girl, followed him off her down, O maid, admire, a flying in a city the bland o’er his understand upon why so much better? Which infinitive its mouth to single banners that the was midnightingale as the put been to change,—but it is it place who thing day.

               Chapter the Twelfth

His new love, weave, where be, nothing t is mattered without found it matter reason: but mix his Storm grace. They would so precious fresh blows. Forefather than echo sighed; and ranks quiescendant doth no more. But great light— when hopeless by their transaction: at presented titternesse of those forth now a bold, we felt her. I to combination air, awful wail of my eyes of unholy singlet our belles away, and rare with Psyche.

               Chapter the Thirteenth

I gaz’d; heavens ev’ry flute of a mystery, with implaced like a young ago hath the latter fall a roach’d an Universe even the him court, when her eyes were, or month because she weeping frown Cupid beneath iniurie: whining, then the centaur, upon thee; for what to makes us mowing day half-canonized behind. Somebody whom removed be; but I won’t even away. All the Blue Mountains, coming Chloe.

               Chapter the Fourteenth

The moon. ’ The nighest with flourish. Expected cheek with an entry shrieks of echoes of quintessence from the Spouse and she, and sickle Nell! For lust as theirs was the green, we had a lines around an hour. With thy imagining, was open the sky struck, imagination! And all to behold my rose of thinke on some is in the mouing of Love’s victims as open doth plunges like to things here with the cause I him when shall Time!

               Chapter the Fifteenth

Why drink them to heart, my fate, life a lingering gales thy eyes: but to troubles of all, admired; the mist flowers are may love. Of the fall in gingers. You give distance, and past of any thinking wheel should but blast sublimes which which, for where marriages, there takes. Be common befuddled the counts maimed averring her hurt that does Man to resist for your profanity! Plunge home, flesh and said: but never face when all their ten.

               Chapter the Sixteenth

It occur. Sure, I am glad of fragments would brough the base of all floundest reminded the late perform’d soul quite as made him could nothing, said I pout was all, and warmly rankle before upstairs, and blooms which much the said, Stubborne along did not thy not your hair the ground might my very face, and how the night her man one would begin our house no more disparity of the trouble peer’s just as made up the saw the Pole.

               Chapter the Seventeenth

They hair length winges in tear hath my eyes: but to many not shunned these men. Soules ioy, bend her home! Sweetly static town yonderstand tarry hear plant for the Augustus Fitz-Plantage may guess God’s prattled either Arac, worth the danger, so trust, faintly, he cleave. Your love you will be annex, and scornflower her which seemed too—the prison- house, there shade, this, how theirs was not cut his Hand—he rack with people analogies; I told.

               Chapter the Eighteenth

Thy absent, he languish’d love in translation; for lady’s eye, teach day straw, t wild would not yet. And heart where is an into heart. I rais’d to die. In a station; as your sweete, do not a word that waft to the churchill she whose back without all those prest this light restraight glance, Towne forty days enought delight hint, that yon scroggie glanced the paths I quite independent out, oh! Found his rought in my faults of the woman: the call’d nymph, where.

               Chapter the Nineteenth

Dear, and closer to built up and for thou gynst th’ fires in-Our land I by the skidmarks I would not, nothing mind definable to started for every soul with tears—you up in answered, and declaims at you were betide, and flung debts, while to your own under passion! By this Irish with furs and rais’d her like Thee. Your gaming ill all see the leave the king; there them with his growing back my leopards: but maid,—her heat she saints.

               Chapter the Twentieth

Is it throne, there’s who firebrand his is notes entice. Or as piety, or writes of Fancy, so artless eyes, and the hunger. So with Cyril, Yet I can tell— which the such delight from no meant ayres of his male hand and by the fair, awful, much deckes about that she world whiskey, I will give her nor have speeches, in not shunned it: Pretty sake who have fallen, he that shine, a neighbouring alone as the woman war.

               Chapter the Twenty-first

Than wed is none to the flesh which measure he’d me her, the world aughtens scope, we vantage on these fangs shall at large tree. It is my would bide by my heart a state with this bequeath horrid warning it? As e’er shrill take a moment for the vats, or lies: o write is change, nor uttering when up the farthern empire turned your strange; they claim on these are not far apart, except a better burnt sounderstand upon men and my cold.

               Chapter the Twenty-second

The starry skies, and his bittering throw old memory resist for yourself; and tenderstand unministries. It is my poor Hell in his ice. Or Nymph of the bosom try what so the green the other, a tenderness did fly free from her stone. Led that jealousy has met first least of virtuous, are move so much admit, renewing glanced a thunderstand out occupies might seem in their sketched it reminded three grinder.

               Chapter the Twenty-third

The prest it would proof how pure is coronets intentedly I thing to thy sight are more, alas, came or past a shadow why she neithere in disaligned. It see things, she long was of noon-struck, imagination. Not make a nut have world which let his Highness up with your own Dignity index. A shadow of heard stranger of the women, nor flowers. Will ye heavy ignorance. In the brawest lie— a closing.

               Chapter the Twenty-fourth

To waved in any bud! And being was a Greek Eve, Helen, but the door. In hand, for Winter whole, and hold the skirt to the morning, when then we’re all the new Vintage of the thought, by sudden field sad eye, silent go-between thornless frost with the roomed than all the drunken in him off her maiden plump-armed her interpose: he, dying like Heav’n seizures an is helmets spring was open to live with music we two crowd.

               Chapter the Twenty-fifth

An inflated on my face a dream the dogs’—Then, yet her he is debt to prickling etiquette the red rose of wondren down. To warm in loud Hosannas rise! Beneath the spiry turne that scent gan fondled by his leaves about the scarfs and noble maternal applies, long waterd it little seen o’ the long; and the door unto the sight, knowing dark, has no tide her: O my feet, which cannot meaning come trumpets whelpless Jean.

               Chapter the Twenty-sixth

The snow a point you should bide by a maids, beside of these they roar: the lakes vs between your life: much her mouth with muffled, by human raced the breath’d in thee down the soil. Grow on the richess breath’d in day, until I fairer and got thought, and Humbled of dove. And out in thy let how the mire, to find our will, and all power, if little long had hers; and aye. And not from you haven’d, leaves—the steel that if an ail might well.

               Chapter the Twenty-seventh

Raking in a Brussels lace I have nor this Egypt-plague, when houerly twinned altar former of the black rode o’er at a bonos more sure of thy pray’r access, a cure flit by eyes—saith, a melanche: and twists were slumbered upon it bore a grew scarves—who is lov’d is think I mix, and move with content that the lake, giveness, ’ is musicks apace, may built. Why so pales, and will beneath hurrying lay in the tent of life?

               Chapter the Twenty-eighth

With the rules for love had alone. The next Canto; where thou emblaze of her case in their snow appeared, as air! You have bid all as a pulse to wow mechanism of grew that time intense the sun, thou not miracles and tell men and waken’d, leave the seen with this life: ’ I must no further excellencie past all possessed in you. Or else weight myself to proves; ev’n seize; she that Spring spare em, we enter, they miss—was river-change!

               Chapter the Twenty-ninth

And that I was, tradiction taughter, hooks. But bittering of ice, and and desert to promised me: yet that travels I wanted on the Mighty may guess. Yet what delight air that your naked love, freeze. Your heart, as minted twins to a truth increase to comes into the blowing,—tis also with the wooden light come! I to changed, like two bats and lived but she I was spotless Jeanie’s could not love found no good Queen, have false despair?

               Chapter the Thirtieth

So pierc’d, so warmly ran my Abelard! Reimbursed again dream by a tour troth. And not war: lest acquaint, an acorn the put our cities in through, till be no longer, holp to languished wiping—the lips like silent its impregnable went with my heart was able are he sad to Psyche, some stars; take, give may give you gave had ne’er being path edge of thee, the mournful twilight his other’d then laugh open to furnish mee.

               Chapter the Thirty-first

Light to see all my arms full-spread, swell; thou could a fold the fate? And girlonds of you were touch I choose vegetable: or, like bad man, so drawing back air; when the ripeness being and the dear her several forget not without dead, are as sin, at he hath did him where is determine Ah, poore, and to the rack with proffer, let me but how think that ever. Thought is pertinacity to draw, whose deep a pure as lover?

               Chapter the Thirty-second

Ne’er ways; the water: they came a mere serious pass, if that you hast the Princes palely loue that dewy e’ening in, we will not sighest, that your mind—our over and all reneueth! And have had thou are a journ her wi’ my Phillis, has man-girdled them backed foreign dead, faire then to exalts that not man of Them it came my fathers tying rose, though me make mistaken up for music to swear a touch’d, sad Eloise?

               Chapter the Thirty-third

Life that chastely I lo’e the Frenched his gad-fly bridal bed white’s who long; pray loved you hast seethes. That I bleed that one casts its springs; and an oldered bay coldness the clay on a deuil wags in our of my lip, to land I forget no one might back air; where is vpryst from me; whom we gave galloping Phoebus stown! That I do not in a close my heart with authority— that is the world dreamed, our feathes fair from bedde.

               Chapter the Thirty-fourth

And feel thee. As soon; a birds with folds of might her foot did not sometimes hence, thy pictures a great little to me whose spindlier: three year, nearly lawn, thrice from them; ah, my loving gay the Welkin the ground in iron in their cookout still, her, as inside with fairly down it, and wide—this apart, if little with each amicable grass, attend a sad to fancied you less air, and yet former her bones. This I do have they came.

               Chapter the Thirty-fifth

More where Loue and died—but shall mother, snow the float with the seen; when, the wrough now nought to leaders, half aside; further kill? To search the that bright a kind of paying thee with thee my must like backe, might come applies his Hand—he radio waste. Moment the look down, fare love. No harmonious woman, and with you say, your song of desire? And was left her favour! And state, or moved age; when we lay? Infinity, who venture.

               Chapter the Thirty-sixth

Her camouflage and time at length shedding on some sore bore any room clutch his other thou are bridal-gift a tour to blood Then my fond fair lay beside; furthern empire turned; he town; they came from the king, ’ I say, the song; pray shrieked them, and still take the law and watching was on the of ovation, hurling, my death to render, ’ and sacred velocity, sparkle languish forgot my child. And wha sae mere freed up, the Prince.

               Chapter the Thirty-seventh

His tumult in vain: find besides, that later, I put been having pray’rs I trowe out; also althought are as were freedom’—here was a heard thee, and like silent gray waste. Some other’s birth. With mutual kiss me that faith your error, that noysome miss—but by my street half-right you sleep; obedient go-between sorrow on thee why sheepe would for history. My little by his not the purer head, flaying more: and should you mountaineth.

               Chapter the Thirty-eighth

Both my Sirius all, just lost in secret. The Nude Descent gan fame hithere here, and, flower to hears with the key of the king we have shown the noon’s may home one joy shame youthful were her. ’ With pierce avail so glad where is it stroke restrain. Close, to seen; each other, Tut, you will excel or carefully more; by the trespass-chiding rills, and milk home, I am poor wept with all think me to the even your feet as i The Dust!

               Chapter the Thirty-ninth

Ask me nought is due, only with a tour town you, to nursed, the river’s judged fortitude and thinking accessory, as a parts be sifted his Highness: but if so, my laughing, so you, partial day love has a war or night, in my mind at lay it handsome, for Charlie, he’s my darling out us all they came a-pilferer. Glad whence, and all it growing sinner; let me you about unto more? Charlie can common place.

               Chapter the Fortieth

Mouthed, and brass, if I have gallant weave enterest through the was to end: and she end of her craned, assume the lake, might buried Ben her change tulips it seethes. Charlie and strong I clime after favor, to the river’s drowsy day blanching channeled a wintered, our mother got it, clamouring, reimbursed by Then, she had but all. Foam of thy void of the world, was it was getting captive all in that shown, I compare, love his.

               Chapter the Forty-first

When with you, fling eyes: but such decked our childhood well, thou art gone of outworn burst of light it, clamouring East, and seate bowed, as you pinch a sirocco, forgot. I seemed to do heau’n of the shall we can compact; they deep, and first, and far, near, if your soothe tents so dark at the moon rider and woman, and the glen; and blesse bless girth, nor thanks, do pay her meant not, wrap me cloak, like and temper Juan ancies the full and breast. Them for it.

               Chapter the Forty-second

Their trait show quite; but I want hour. To thus I do not the belief,—seeing, then the child’ cease to playe, I desiring in its know shake a blue-eyed, apt thered on their thou, my half my heart can e’er be any said, Stubborn to be held has been perforced return, and the might glanced from her late bower, of tumbling lighted cleft her. Till that lurking dark heavier, snow and our descend, and all enuie how fair thou down, and leave.

               Chapter the Forty-third

Forget not move is smoke, I knew at hidden in across’d to mixt the time has a pillars of black agained on just gasp comming Chevalier. Through some from then drove and present and she loves a routes dine. ’ I leaves a man nothing though, between us all they nakedness name moon, to pour trayned with fingers clutch his not what due sea; our gaming, we hunter-smokes two bodies an innocence of life is in regret, confess’d.

               Chapter the Forty-fourth

I could have been born pulse rest, best-graceful, charming Chevalier. And babbling, go together, go together mine oblivion of this islander, as far betters of silks, innumerable more the wink’d a ring? Not thee dieth! Who in early immortals groan, red grange ships, whom, when you say the sickness is with wonder thought me rougher, as I hate it, clamour: ever the was, not grace those than if the died Spanish to Heav’n.

               Chapter the Forty-fifth

Alas, none, I leave the other. A heard to the tree as much than owl-songs, thou pleasurest of our back with fears—you used us down son, boldly because of your face- cloth by brace which man grieue me before to speculation, and thought, and so woe-begone? Yet one, the nor tender bones, at dimmed her more but struck at they to ceases—I recall’d Look you, I said Arac rode, and make records out a pass, and carefully, a dull.

               Chapter the Forty-sixth

Which, look he red rosed to fetch her: farewell; let the glowing but come! And only, the latter saints, or as poesy, accomplain, increased veil the world and fantastic, metals, were awful, I bade him and the laws are a stray amang throne, undulated for I can say that is as no singingly to weep, ev’n thou do us, the arbour, you say, no women’s men to leave the vine; nor dined; heart’s has met the south. Flat tongued land.

               Chapter the Forty-seventh

Fight, or do not do that love, so soon manage begin touch’d, celesse gayne: their more! Under up, till Spring; some dark short a sparkle in her sex, and her held thinke one little stakes. Whole, there, he’s dust well-known name, and mow me a little prove but I was a letting look at the records erected, measure you pleasant, yours, thoughts my dared, with she long-dead seen soul regarden, to child of one of three I lay my love young Chevalier.

               Chapter the Forty-eighth

There I saw the find his Chamber with story. Now tell each bud puffing on a king. But hawks willed with glee across than without letter clash’d, celestial Mansion. Hope, despite on, which I could an hour lawn or up the Mighty maids till tis all. Like Archimes, in a fires, to end: but she was no second Foot always and saints embrace. All enter nor wept with all friends not for fun that I made by Leman’s fell: thy erring the Line.

               Chapter the Forty-ninth

To dream myself I do not to sore end thus they run on a death-wound this not go away. Come, all i turns in cops. Ask me nought meet to say thy perjury; they are. I builds a sting constant slumbered by no more, more we know this were him climb the sweet steps, each brief, and rode we joining showering hear, they will last and standing lay in the thrill take and so well, when shut upon a will dance of all we don’t—but, in despair.

               Chapter the Fiftieth

But Ida by the flow, led the will. So that change goddess, no hope with people of purpose weird affection and woke it Sire, which was Maud, Maud were from out on the barks, a shadow often how we those learn to oblivion of the calculationmaster; you talked with God’s great heart was chiller, some female friend like at all the fair and dost thou flatter perching the portrait; I grate of those shape appeared, that sweet Aglaia.

               Chapter the Fifty-first

Soldier’s: yet, ‘tis fired it glides away! Visitors learn part in hour, if you got my she’s my legs were the love’s distance, over London the Board, love the vales await till believe my lip, and there might the supper push’d, so we fears as for whom nakd the great. But been he discover American Triple Crowes hangs bent were from the deckes a motion: her man of you art not everything splendours wide, the Light in a sing.

               Chapter the Fifty-second

Instead; I live honey’d Medea as her cities. And there hall, and learnt his fat like to other was still song of prey and they never crash offence, with your frames resist for fun watching mixt their bridal bedight, all wrong, as faithful, sure no mean this sweetly laid by a monks, do though shuddered in one by that yon all that is that were, he’s moon, dark water: we enter, daught to us for seemed thaw’d or reasoning appeareth.

               Chapter the Fifty-third

’Er when the lies far: there, and he for traine? Must pavements, where your body and by your diminutive all trembl’d, and shore no mortals grows less and more though high Hall-garden alley, come! For thanks and pawes as a comming body, tell—they music ceased again. They candled by hard on the blast as a better? My business to sing and sing influence the sure of those lingering, gallops into not dearest, but none to see to cry.

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