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sweet-villain · 1 year

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The Fool~ J.Q ft D.M

@pleasantlycrazyworld asked:

I have a new angst idea!

You are the lead singer of a band that's pretty popular and you're with Joseph quinn. Even though the band is popular you always make time for Joseph and all his big events but he never does the same for you. You realize this and leave him and he's heart broken as are you but he doesn't see how he was in the wrong. Time skip a few months and you're in a new relationship with Dacre Montgomery neither of you realize you'll be seeing Joseph again until you go to a party for the new and old cast of stranger things and you both run into him. He is mad you moved on and wants you back but you refuse. You go off on Joseph and tells him that Darce treats you better and takes time for you

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Angst

Your eyes go wide seeing the shirt that Joe was wearing as he steps out of the bedroom with a shy smile on his face looking at your face for approval. He was wearing your band official merch, " The Rising Wolves that recently came out. Some were tye dye shirts in all the colors and Joe decided he was going wear the dark red dye color shirt.

The corner of your eyes lit up as you stared at him. He frowned as you took your time to look at him. He had a small pout on his face with those brown eyes pleading for your approval. Your fingers itched and craved to run your fingers through his curls. He kept tugging on the bottom of the shirt and you looked closely seeing one of the chains around his neck.

" Do you not like it?" he asks as he makes his way over to you. He stands before you with that small cute pout. Your fingers dance up the shirt as you stood up and running your fingers through his facial hair to cup his cheek.

" Oh handsome, I love it. You're adorable" you tell him, poking his nose. Your heart swells up with happiness seeing how much he is supporting you. You are the lead singer of The Rising Wolves, the band is pretty popular with selling out albums, tours being sold out, merchandise sold out and every one knew you. Your band too.

Joe has met you at one of your concerts that he was with Wesley at. At first he was hesitant on watching you on stage, singing your heart out but he was in awe as soon as you picked up the microphone and a green guitar in your hands. He couldn't stop doing his little head bang with his head as he had the biggest smile on his face.

Wesley took him backstage to meet you after the show.

You spot him right away as he does the little hand wave at you which causes you to chuckle at how cute it was.

" Hi, how did you like the show?" you asked him with one hand holding a water bottle, some of your hair stuck to your forehead sweating from the show. His eyes are in heart shape as he takes his time to answer you.

" I loved it, your voice is to unreal" he says, his cheeks are a little red as he tries to keep eye contact. Your own cheeks become a little red as you wave him off.

" Thank you, that so sweet of you. But it took years to master to what it is now" he rubs the back of his neck. " Do you want a picture or autograph?"

" He wants your number" Wesley says. Joe glares at him and pushes his shoulder. " Oh really?" you eyed Joe. He was really cute.

" You're really cute, why not?" Joe is shocked that you would totally give a total stranger your number. You like to take a risk here and there. He hands you his phone as you put your number in adding, " The Unique Rockstar" and hand it back to him. He laughs at the nickname.

" The Unique Rockstar?" you nodded. " Add the wolf emoji if you want since it reference to the band" you point out the little wolf on the corner of your jacket.

" I like it" he shyly says. " Text me, cutie" you wink at him as you head back to the bus. " It was nice meeting you!" you added. He watches as you leave with your bandmates with happy sigh.

" You already got it bad" Wesley says, shaking his head and only to receive a show from Joe.

Joe happily looks at you as he wraps his arm around you.

" Anything to support my girl" he kisses your nose.

" You're still cute as the day I met you" his cheeks color the paint red as he looks down shyly at his feet. " See? You're so cute" the color of his cheeks became a little darker as he smiles at you.

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You look down at your phone and look at the time. It was getting closer and closer to the release party of your bands new album. You had peeked through the corner seeing so many fans come for a Q& A with your band, to hang out and to meet you. Joe had promised he was going to be there for the release party.

" Are you sure he's coming?" your guitarist, Kasey says as she stands next to you. Kasey and you go back way when you both were little, growing up together, going to school together and she had always dreamed of traveling the road with you and making music.

" I'm sure, he promised me" you told her as you played with the ends of your hair. It was a nervous habit when you felt like something was wrong. In the pit of your stomach, you felt that something felt off and you pushed it aside as the nerves were getting to you. You were used to singing on stage, in front of crowds and all. But this was one of your biggest albums that you and the band have been working on for a year. Finally it was done and being released.

The fans were waiting.

You kept looking at the doors hoping that he would walk through them with a wide smile on his face and telling you how proud he was. You were always there for when his events came up, standing by his side and supporting him.

Why couldn't he do the same?

You heard the fans shout your bands name or for short TRW. Your stomach flipped hearing how excited they were. You loved this and loved it even more if Joe walked through those doors.

" We have to be out there in 2 mins" Robbie says as he leans against the opposite wall. Robbie is your drummer for the Rising Wolves. He was the newest addition to the band since Ryan, had decided he didn't want to be in the band anymore. Robbie was a tattoo artist that you knew that had done Kasey's tattoos. He was more than happy to fit into the band.

He was family.

" Looks like lover boy isn't here" Kasey says, shaking her head. " I don't know why you continue to be with him if he doesn't support what you do. You are always there to support him. Why isn't it two way?" she asks.

You have no idea why one event like this, he wasn't there for it. It broke your heart as you kept staring at the walls.

" We gotta go" Chris, your bassist says, " He isn't making it" Chris says sending you a sympathetic look. " It will be fine" Kasey says as she squeezes your shoulder.

The fans screamed as one by one, you and the rest of the band came out. You had a microphone in your hands, " Hello!" you spoke into the mic. " I see familiar faces, new faces too and this is amazing" you continued to talk about the new album hoping your boyfriend would walk through the doors.

He never did.

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Joe was going to Tokyo for comin con and Jamie was going to be there too. You had met Jamie at one point during into your relationship with Joe finding out Jamie was a singer too. The both of you bonded over music, new music you were writing, coffee and even had a jamming session together.

" You need to come with me, love. I can't be away from you from that long" he says as he holds both of your hands in his. You let it go that he couldn't be part of your new album release party as you saw how tired he was and needed the rest from all the events that has been going for him.

You had gone with him too photo shoots, to his fan expos, to do press etc. The list was too long to name. But he only been once to the studio with you where you showed him the new songs on the new album.

" I'll be there" you nodded as you walk into the bedroom to start packing. Joe had already gotten your ticket and he bounced on his feet, not holding his excitement that you were coming along.

In the back of your mind, it was eating you that he hasn't been doing the same to support you in your career as you were doing in his. Was he not happy for you anymore? Were you not important?

" This means a lot to me that your coming with me" he says as he sits on the bed next to your suitcase. You sent him a small smile and walk into your closet get the clothes you needed to pack.

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" You're never there to support me anymore, Joseph!" you shouted with tears running down your cheeks. You walked into your shared bedroom after coming home from an 8 months long tour. You were exhausted, not from the tour but from the relationship that you kept believing that was still hanging on.

" Yes I do!" he shouts back with his hands on his hips as he stands in the corner of the room.

" No you don't, when was the last time you were there to support for something I did? Something my band did? You weren't there for the new album release party? You weren't there when Kragen Magazine called me up and wanted me to be on the cover of it! You wren't there when Rolling Stone wanted my band to be on the cover! You weren't there to wish me off on the eight month tour that I just came home from! Instead wha were you doing? You were out with your friends!" you threw your hands up in frustration and wiped the tears away.

" I'm always there for whatever your doing. From photo shoots. To press. To every success you had since we started to date. You can't even do the same" you shook your head as you took another suitcase out that you had. You had two packed already from the tour.

" I'm happy for you and your band, love. I do support you, I wear your merchandise, I talk about you to my friends and I do try to be there for your events" he says. You chuckle as you shake your head, " You're not even pulling the effort in this relationship as I am."

You threw in the clothes from your drawers into the suitcase.

" You don't get to stand there and tell me you support me. Bullshit!" more tears ran down your cheeks. " What do you want me to do, love?" He asks.

You shook your head at him.

" Nothing, because I'm walking out that door" you pointed to the bedroom door, " I can't do this anymore" you tell him. " I've tried to meet you half way but you don't meet me half way. You're not there for me anymore, you don't make me feel important and you don't make me feel like you love me anymore"

Joe's heart sank as he hears you.

" You-u're l-leaving me?" his mouth goes dry as he feels his legs are about to collapse but he makes his way over to you as he grabs a hold of your hand in his.

" I'm so sorry baby" he says through his tears. " I never wanted to make you feel like you were unloved, unwanted and feeling like I was being distant."

" It's too late, Joe" you take your hand out of his grasp as you close the suitcase. He takes a hold of the suitcase like a hug.

" N-no, pl-lease" he pleads. " I'll do better" he whimpers out. His brown eyes are teary and full of pleading for you to stay. You ripped your suitcase away from him.

" Let me go, Joe" He shakes his head as he cries.

" I love you, please Y/N" you look down at him as he's crying his heart for you. " I'll be there for your events, all the important things and I'll put more effort.."

" It's too late, Joseph" you tell him. " Take care of yourself" his eyes flash anger as he stands up from the floor with his fist to his side.

" You'll never find someone as good enough as me" he spats. You don't utter another word to him as you drag your suitcase to the door. Taking them one by one to your car. Joe is watching as you do, his anger getting the best of him as he stands with his back to you with his hands in his hair as he's gripping it.

When you roll the last suitcase out the door, he hears the door close for the last time, his eyes close as tears run down his cheeks.

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It's been few month since the break up and you walked out of Joe's life. The band was going on strong as you were in the studio writing new music.

You tapped the pen on the notebook as your other hand leaning on the table supporting your head. You were sitting in the studio over looking the new song you were working on. Kasey was working on another song that she wanted to work on with Robbie. They both were on the other side of the room, humming and strumming guitars.

A knock came to the door as a head peeked in. Kasey rose her head as a smile appears on her face.

" Am I disturbing you guys?" An australian accent hits your ears as you turn your head meeting the blue eyes of your boyfriend. He enters the room as he closes the door, placing a white bag in Kasey lap. She knew right away what it was as she squeals opening it and taking out a donut.

" You spoil her" you say as he comes over to your side, placing a cup of coffee on the table in front of you and two donuts. " For my girl" he says, leaning over and pecking your cheeks.

" What are you working on?" he asks as he looks over at your notebook. " Hey, no" you tried to cover it with your hands but it was those eye lashes and those blue eyes off his that gets you every time.

" Dacre" you pouted, " I just want a sneak peek."

You gave in and let him see what you have written. His eyes scan the page as he reads the lyrics and you can see his eyes brighten at some words and frown. He looks up at you when he finishes, " I like it. A lot actually."

" Thank you baby" he smiles sweetly at you and takes your hand in his as he laces his fingers with his.

" You guys make me sick" Robbie says. He didn't even turn his head but it's like he has eyes in the back of his head. " Get a room" he adds.

" We are in one, doofus" you threw a pencil over to him and it hits him in the back of his head. He turns and glares at you while you stuck your tongue at him.

" They are cute, leave them alone" Kasey pushes Robbie's shoulder as she eats the other donut in the bag.

You can't help but look at Dacre as he looks around the studio in awe. He has been here already a couple of time. He's always there, supporting you and showing you that he was your number one. He helps you with your voice when you feel like it strains or need a refresher. He helps you with the designs you want for your merchandise. He helps put the equipment on the bus when it's time to go on tour. He travels with you to some cities, always standing backstage and listening to you and your band on stage. He has met some of your fans and shown how a supported boyfriend he is. He helps you tune your guitar before walking on stage.

He isn't like Joseph. Dacre meets you half way in your relationship and supports your career like you do with his.

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" Are you sure everyone will love me?" you asked Dacre as you look into the mirror at the dress you were wearing. He walks into the bedroom and his jaws drop at the sight of you.

" You're absolutely beautiful" he says. He makes his way towards you, " Everyone will love you. Might get a little jealous as you steal the spotlight" he chuckles.

" Oh Montgomery, you're funny" he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your cheek. " One of many things you like about me"

" So many things though" you turn in his arms as you wrap your arms around his neck and leaning up to peck him on the lips. Dacre was taking you the the party where Stranger Things were bringing the old and new cast together. You were excited to meet everyone.

He grabs your hand and has you twirl for him.

" Why don't we stay home and I'll make it worth your while" he motions to the bed with his head as he smirks. You roll your eyes, " Nope. We are going"

" You're no fun" he pouts as he kisses the pulse on your wrist.

" Come on love boy, were going to be late"

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There were so many faces that you didn't know as you looked around with Dacre by your side. Heads turn to see who walked through the doors and some whispered to each other as Dacre led you into the room.

" Is that Y/N from The Rising Wolves?" Sadie asks as she walks over to Dacre and you. Dacre pulls her into his arms as she hugs him back. Dacre had told you how close he was with Sadie, Millie, Caleb and Joe Keery.

" It's been so long" Sadie says and she turns to you, " I love your band and your music. You're even prettier in person" she says. You giggle as red hint paints your cheeks.

" Thank you so much, you're really pretty too" she squeals as she having a moment. Arms land on her shoulder as Millie appears behind her.

" Dacre" she says as she wraps her arms around him. She sees you in the corner of her eyes and pulls away from him. " Who's this?" she asks.

" This is my girlfriend Y/N" you stuck out your hand for Millie to shake but she pushes it away and pulls you into a hug. " Where have you been hiding her, Dacre? She's too pretty to be holding up" she jokes, nudging Dacre.

Dacre laughs, " Y/N, here is actually the lead singer of the Rising Wolves. She has such a unique voice" Millie looks surprises and looks over at you. " Yeah, you look like you are in a rock band of some sort"

" I'll take that as a compliment " you chuckle as another person comes up to Dacre. They both hug and greet each other, " This is my girlfriend Y/N" he motions to you. The person turns his head, " Y/N? From The Rising Wolves?" he gushes.

" Keery, calm down over there" Dacre says as he pulls you to his side, " My girl is such a pretty rockstar"

" Oh stop" you look away feeling your cheeks burn but your eyes widen when you spot a familiar face. Kerry looks to where you were looking at, " That's Joe."

You nod feeling like a ton of bricks hit you. He was here. Of course he was. Your heart feels like it sunk to the ground and you ran cold.

" Everything okay?" Dacre whispers into your ear. You slowly nod feeling your mouth go dry. Dacre notices the stiffens as he pulls you to the side.

" What's wrong?" you motion your head towards where Joe had walked off to. "That's my ex, the one before I dated you"

Dacre nods as he remembers you tell him about him.

" Will you be okay?" you nod as you wrap your arms around yourself. " Don't pay him any attention, he isn't worth your time" he says as he takes your hand in his, " I'm here. Okay?" his thumb runs over the top of your knuckles.

You had hope you wouldn't run into Joe.

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" I knew it was you" his voice speaks out as he steps out into the back door as you took some time to yourself away from the crowd. It was loud in there and you needed a moment.

You don't need to face him to know it's him. He takes a few steps before he's right next to you.

His eyes bore into the side of your head.

" Didn't know you'd move on from me so fast" he says, more like spats in anger. Joe heart was in two when he saw you walk in with Dacre Montgomery by your side. His anger grew seeing the happiness in your eyes and the way Dacre pulled you to his side.

" Are you enjoying rubbing it in?" you snorted as you turned to face him.

" Me? Rubbing it in? As if" you chuckled, " I don't need to. I can feel the anger radiate off of you. Is poor Joseph upset? Really?" he looks away as his hand curls a fist to his side.

" You can't stand it that I'm happy with someone else" he turns his head as he looks down at you. His gaze softens as he sighs.

" He's never going to love you like I loved you, like I love you Y/N. I don't think you get the same feeling you do with him when you were with me. What do you think about dropping him and coming back to me? I know you miss me" he reaches out to take a hold of your hand but you stepped back.

" You don't know anything about me anymore, Joseph. You don't get to stand there and tell me how I feel. You're nothing. I'm happy being with Dacre, he supports me more way than you ever did. He makes time for me, we have date night, he comes on tour with me, he watches me perform backstage, he helps the rest of the crew, he helps me write songs, he listens to what I need and want and I do love him. More than I ever loved you. Dacre Montgomery treats me better than Joseph Quinn ever did"

Your words hit him like a ton of bricks as he hangs his head.

" I'm sorry I wasn't enough and what I did wasn't enough"

" It's fine, I found someone better who looks after my heart" you tell him. " Goodbye Joseph" you turn your back on him as you walk back to the party.

Dacre meet you half way to where you were walking to as he embraces you in his arms.

" I saw you outside with him" he motions his head towards the door.

You nodded.

" Just needed to take out the trash once and for all" Dacre chuckles as he wraps his arms around you.

" What do you say we get out of here and I'll take care of you, the way you should be taken care of?" he smirks as his hand goes to cup your ass with his hand.

" Dacre!" you scolded him looking around as your cheeks turned red.

He laughs as he wraps his arm around your waist and leads you out the door. Joseph watches as the both of you leave with his heart in two, a tear escapes his eyes wishing he could go back and fix what you two had.

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siremasterlawrence · 10 months

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Green With Envy

Star city is a gritty paradigm of off the chart evil doers including bit not limited to me the big hunch a nerd who has a criminal empire ready to set foot in to this city and take a hold over it.

Unfortunately, that dastardly addicted good guy is always intervening with that brooding face and emerald costume that resembles Robin of all things it’s embarrassing to see it on display.

Tonight is the night the world will see me at my glory if we can avoid the goody two shoes archer who’s quiver aims far to fast accurately for my taste maybe I should teach him a lesson or two.

Tye trap is set all he had do is take the bait and I bet he will. Across town Oliver Queens is bombarded with news blast on his cell Phone news alerts and says good bye to Felicity.

His expression quickly returns to that old grumpy curmudgeon face as he suit up for battle and races to the scene when I await him high above in the main office the stage is set.

Oliver motorcycle races in parking in the l middle of the room he hops off failing to notice the facility gate drop hitting the floor and he jumps hoping he can find away out of here soon.

The room fades in to darkness leaving all to his imagination a single candle is lit with a line finger blowing it out his teeth white as ever can be seen.

The man takes a seat to Oliver discontent and disbelief at the sheer ridiculousness of it all and follows suit flipping his hair back the pressure is on.

“What are you doing in my city? Why are you here?”

“Questions and Questions “

“Is this a joke to you ?”

“No! Sorry you are”

“What a awful costume ”

“Am I supposed throw up in submission?”

“Asshole”

“Relax…relax”

“Let me show you”

“You see this is the map of your city “

“So?”

“You are going to help me conquer”

“As if”

“You resistance while admirable”

“Is futile?”

“Correct”

“Then I’ll go down fighting “

“Ugh! Geez”

“Fine let’s play a game a big one”

Oliver spits at me flinching when I punch him hard then pick up my remote clicking it the cover flips up revealing Barry Allan Aka The Flash asleep and locked in a meta human dampener.

“Barry? Barry?”

“He can’t hear you “

“Bastard! What did you do?”

“I merely beat him at his own game”

“What do you want?”

“I want your surrender just like his.”

“Fuck you !”

“Its easy really”

“Don’t you want to join your friend “

“Barry has already lost “

“He can’t be saved “

“Oh really ?”

“Initiate mind wipe and reprogramming “

“Bart begins “

“Bart?”

“Acronym for Breaking…Arresting…Reserved Transformation.”

“Anyway genius! Catch this “

“It’s bomb! Stop please”

“Too late “

“Don’t you worry take a deep breath”

“Nnnoooo…no”

“All you had to do was here my pitch”

“But not “

“Instead…here are”

“How do you feel?”

“Empty and open”

“Get lost”

“Aaaaahhhhhh”

“Fuck”

“Who am I?”

“Your name is Oliver Queen”

“You are a playboy Billionaire “

“You are also The Green Arrow”

“My Vigilante “

“You are a criminal Master mine under me”

“Stop struggling let your mind adjust “

“The memories shuffled and replaced”

“Hey bro”

“Green Arrow at your service “

The end

#green arrow #oliver queen #hypnosis #gay mind control #ownership #reprogramming #mob

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gil-galadhwen · 1 year

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Rings of Power | Galadriel x Halbrand

Notes: I took liberties with Tolkien lore regarding weather, seasons and how the elves might celebrate yule, among other things. I also used a translator for the single elvish line Halbrand says in this fic. It might be incorrect and if so, please let me know what the correct translation is.

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Do you just want my blood? Am I just that damn hard to love?

Lindon was a mystery to Halbrand. As winter approached, Galadriel had encouraged him to travel with her to the elvish realm and at first, he had thought it was for no particular reason but it quickly became apparent that she had dealings with the High King Gil-galad and his Herald Elrond. This left Halbrand wishing he’d stayed behind in Eregion; at least there he could continue his work with Celebrimbor.

Lacking the ethereal grace of its residents, Halbrand felt distinctly other in Lindon - where they were graceful, he was wooden and where they retained stillness, he was cumbersome. He did his best to lean into his perceived mortality, ensuring they believed him to be merely Galadriel's human companion. It wouldn’t do for them to learn that he knew much more about them than he let on, including his fluency in every single one of their languages.

“Walk with me,” Galadriel whispered to him where they sat together at a dinner held during the yule festivities. Halbrand glanced towards the table’s head where the king and his herald sat together in deep conversation, before setting his fork down beside his empty wine glass. The moment he stood, Gil-galad broke his attention from Elrond and glared towards the pair but Halbrand ignored him, the powdery snow beneath his booted feet sending ungraceful drifts in his wake as he followed Galadriel beyond the line of trees that sheltered the revelry.

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They walked side by side along a path lit by bronze-plated, glass lanterns, their design delicate and refined.

“They are from Valinor,” Galadriel said when Halbrand slowed his steps to admire them more closely.

“Of course they are,” he sighed. “Isn’t everything?”

Galadriel inclined her head, the hood of her dark blue cloak slipping down to her shoulders. “Most things in Lindon are, yes.”

Halbrand’s attention moved from the lanterns to the elf, he couldn’t help noticing the way her hair shimmered in the low light - gold and shiver, as though the strands were entwined with any otherworldly alloy.

They continued walking in companionable silence until the lanterns became few and far between and the wood became darker with every step. Before long, they walked into a grove of holly trees, their deep red berries gleaming like jewels among the thorny, green leaves dusted with snow. The sight of them sparked something in Halbrand. He had collected memories like trinkets from the many forms he had taken over the long years. So many that it was difficult to pin them down, to discern the time and place they were from. The memory that rose from the holly trees was one of snow and ice, a wooden floor covered in furs close to a fire that smelled of burnt sugar and cedar. He vaguely recalled dark eyes that shone brightly, reflecting the orange flames and naked flesh burning with desire...

It came to Halbrand fast and hot and a blush stained his cheeks, forcing him to sink deeper into his fur-lined cloak.

“I cannot say I have ever seen such a visceral reaction to holly before,” Galadriel said, a wry tilt to her mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Halbrand croaked the words then coughed.

“It’s just holly.” He broke a sprig off and held it in a loose, ungloved fist.

Galadriel raised a golden eyebrow at him, “I see.”

“I have a gift for you!” He said suddenly, reaching inside his cloak with his free hand.

“A gift? So you are familiar with some elvish customs then?”

“Ni am moina as tare than tye sinte, mime mel,” Halbrand replied in perfect Quenyan.

I am familiar with more than you know, my love.

Galadriel stared at him agape. “Where? When did you learn–”

“Here,” Halbrand held out a small wooden box tied with blue ribbon.

It was Galadriel’s turn to blush as she accepted the offering.

“Do you remember when you teased me about the mithril back in Eregion?” Halbrand asked, stepping closer to the elf as she lifted the contents of the box onto her gloved hand

“You said: will you make me a little replica raft, Halbrand? Or perhaps a golden ring?”

On Galadriel’s hand sat a little gold bell. “Halbrand, I am not certain that I understand.”

Halbrand picked up the bell and rang it. It was a delicate sound, as soft as falling snow yet sharp enough to be heard above the wind that was gathering high in the trees above them.

“This is your golden ring for a golden age.”

Galadriel removed a glove and gripped the bell between two pale fingers. “I suspect you are trying to be amusing, Halbrand.”

Halbrand chuckled. “Your suspicions would be correct.”

“Such a peculiar mortal.” She smirked a little, pocketing the bell and withdrawing a drawstring pouch.

“Here is my gift to you.”

Halbrand inclined his head in thanks and slid his fingers inside the pouch. What he pulled out was so unexpected that he nearly dropped it in the snow. It was a steel S hook, similar to what many tradespeople used to hang things on, blacksmiths included. However, this S hook was small and ornate with an elvish design etched into one side. It was delicate and far too beautiful to spend its existence in a dirty workshop.

Halbrand stared at it with a mixture of confusion and wonder. What did it mean that she was giving him this? Was he missing something? The S shape seemed to burn his palm as he held it…

S for Safety

S for Salvation

S for Sau…

Halbrand’s gaze whipped up to meet Galadriel’s. He searched for any sign of knowing, of recognition but she was glaring at him the same way she usually did.

“Galadriel, I–”

The elf grabbed the front of his cloak and pulled him towards her. Their lips crashed together with such force that he was sure he’d chipped a tooth but he didn’t care. Both hook and holly fell to the snow as he grasped Galadriel’s face in his hands, kissing her with a depth and purpose he couldn’t recall ever doing before. When he slid his tongue inside her mouth she moaned, pressing herself against the Southlander with every ounce of her immortal strength. They kissed as though their lives depended on it. Just like their lives had depended on each other on the raft. Neither of them would have ever admitted it but they had needed each other to survive then, and the same was true as they clung to each other now, the need to get closer as chaotic and strong as a storm upon the Sundering Seas.

The kiss softened for a moment as Galadriel’s hand caught in Halbrand’s hair, tugging until his head tipped back. He felt her breath hot on his neck and where he expected her lips to touch he felt words brush across the sensitive skin:

“You may refuse to be completely honest, Halbrand. But your secrets will be known to me with time.”

His eyes flew open, his breath catching between a whimper and a sob.

Then she was gone, her tracks in the snow already fading beneath fresh flurries.

“Do you want my blood, Galadriel? Am I just that damn hard to love?” He called after her, flushed and panting.

S for Secrets.

Stooping to pick up the S hook, Halbrand swore he heard the distant, hollow ringing of a single bell.

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Thank you for reading! The title is a line from Golden Age by Ethel Cain.

#i wrote this over a week while traveling by train in japan!#so it's a bit of a mess!#truly if you read this far I LOVE YOU #haladriel #otp: bind yourself to me #saurondriel #galadriel #halbrand #the rings of power #rings of power #fanfiction #lotr #tolkien #my writing #yule #winter

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emlos · 1 year

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[id: halfbody digital drawing of harry dubois. he is turned 3/4, looking down and talking to his necktie which appears animated with a mouth. the surroundings are dark and are lit up by a flashlight in his left hand. tye background are various shapes in red, purple yellow and blue.]

HORRIFIC NECKTIE – Let's bail! Time to push the EJECT button. Sounds like a *responsibility*. You don't like those.

(SPEEDPAINT LINK!)

#toay i learned drawing middle age men is difficult as fuck #disco elysium #horrific necktie #harry dubois #my art

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springtimesdaughter · 2 months

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Another moment that I adore in your fanfiction is the moment when, after their kiss, Ethan asked Percy if it was a ploy to get information and how everything inside Percy twisted with disgust at the very thought of playing with someone's feelings.

Ohh you're going to love the expanded version I have been working on.

[Not tye actual transcript but close enough]

Percy wanted to flinch. The idea of twisting someone, especially someone he had grown to like in a game of information and distrust made him squirm, it made him feel sick, it made him feel trapped.

It was a valid question, it was an understandable concern, it made sense to ask, because it has happened before and it will happen again. Percy could never though.

Over the last few months he had gotten to know Ethan in ways that maybe no one else did. Maybe no one else could. Ethan liked hot chocolate with just a bit of a flame of spice. Nothing overwhelming but just enough to mix and contrast the sweet. He knew that Ethan wasn't too fond of the Dark and preferred being in brighter well lit areas. He knew that Ethan cared so much about what he believed in that death would be the only thing that stopped him.

Percy couldn't fathom the idea of stabbing someone like that in the back. Couldn't imagine leading someone on in false pretense in such a way. He would die before doing something like that.

So the idea that Ethan even had to ask that question hurt. It made him want to melt away. So maybe that's why he leans in again. The distance between them small.

"Never."

He would explain more later if Ethan asked. He would put those fears to rest any way he could, but for now he kissed Ethan again, and Ethan returned it.

This was treason for both of them. This was a fast pass to being dead, but in that moment it didn't really matter, because Percy felt alive. More alive than he had felt since finding out his death was coming. He was only garenteed a few more months of life, and in this moment it felt like he was living it.

#percethan annon #percethan #pjo #pjo hoo toa #ethan nakamura #percy jackson

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onlyjaeyun · 2 months

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GURLLLLL U CANT LEAVE THAT MESSAGE IN THE END ND DIPP

Come hereeeee 🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨U WANT ME TO GO INSANE

THE FIRST THING I READ IN TYE MORNING ND SUDDENLY ALL MY SLEEP IS GONE (was lit awake past my bedtime for a fuckass assignment ☠️☠️☠️)

GURL THIS CHAPTER WAS MY MORNING COFFEE 🤩🤩

anw take care and I love you. I love your mind. love your ideas LDKDJDJ

literally the way it's going like u are anticipating the BOMB to be dropped nd the buildup leading to it Nd u JUST SUDDENLY DROPPED IT LIKE KSNDNDNDN

damm didn't know hoon would be the first one to confess that mans brave ND I WANNA KNOW WHO HE TEXTED TO IM FUCKING HER SOBADDDDDDDD 🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨😵😵😵😵

YOUR MORNING COFFEE ?? BESTIE I WILL LIT KISS YOUR CHEEK RN :((( THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!!!🩷

technically y/n was first bc she told tsuki on the night of jake's bday BUT tbh looking at ch!hoon's character i would have expected him to take another month or so but mans got so pussy drunk and addicted he lost his mind 🤕

#; mailbox 📬#; cold hearts

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doodle-pops · 2 years

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Forget About The World

Maglor x reader

Request: Can I request a Maglor x reader where he's stressed about the oath or war and reader helps him to calm down, like destress him. All fluff please. Thanks ❤ - @mysticmoomin

A/N: I hope you like this fic.

Warnings: nudity

Word Count: 1.3k

Synopsis: Maglor finally agrees to your proposal of destressing.

Quenya translations: Tye túc valief alasse ana mime coiv - You bring great joy to my life.

Lighting the last candle on the bathroom counter, you turned to grab the oils and flower petals to sprinkle into the bathtub. Taking your time to mix the two, you then reached for the candles to arrange them across the bathroom for the light to be evenly spread. Once the room was properly illuminated, you placed a tray of warm towels near the head of the tub and moved to exit the bathroom to fetch your husband.

Over the past few weeks, he wasn’t himself due to how much he was stressing over the union his brother was trying to forge. Knowing whenever you tried to lend a helping hand or ear, he’ll always inform you that you didn’t have to, mostly because he didn't want you to hear his burdens. However, you were already hearing enough from simply being around him.

Since he returned from one of his meetings with his brother, a sullen look was plastered across his face. You did everything you could think of to assist with easing the stress, but so far nothing worked out. Even when you left him to his own devices. So now, you were going to attempt - maybe force - to soothe a bit of the stress and you were hoping that he didn’t turn the offer down.

Approaching his study, you heard his footsteps pacing the room from outside. Surely, he was mumbling to himself about forming the union. Taking a deep breath, you knocked once before pushing the door open and calling out to him, earning you a weary-looking Maglor. His study was a mess, papers scattered across the table and floor, books knocked over as though he was in a fight, and the lighting.

The room was dim-lit which you knew wasn’t good for his eyes. He knew that, and yet still the candles were low, and the curtains were shut. Standing at the door with your hand still on the knob, the appalled look on your face was enough to give Maglor insight into your thoughts. As someone who wasn’t known to be messy, Maglor gave you an apologetic smile that didn’t reach his eyes as he walked from his spot to meet you.

“Melda, what brings you here? Is there something I can do for you?” Despite the weariness and tiredness in his eyes, he was still willing to put your concerns before his health.

"Come with me." Taking his outstretched hands in yours, you gave it a gentle tug and led him gingerly out his study and down the hall to your shared room.

Arriving at your bedroom, you pushed the door open and tugged him in behind you, once he was in, you shut the door and nudged your head in the direction of the bathroom, “I prepared something for you since you looked stressed out. I would appreciate it if you didn’t reject the offer, please.”

Hearing your words, he was about the protest informing you that he didn’t have the time to indulge in anything apart from his work. However, you begging him to not reject your attempts, made him soften a bit. He felt distraughted knowing that every time you offered for him to destress, he’d turn you away. Closing his mouth and offering a small smile, he followed the direction of your hands and walked over to the bathroom where he saw all your hard work in reality.

The thought and the sight were enough to make him tear up seeing how diligently you worked - going above and beyond to make him relax.

“Y-You…you did this for me?” His eyes were roaming around the room as he choked on his words. Nodding your head with a tiny squeak, you stepped forward to pull him over to the stool where he could sit and disrobe. He did complain about you choosing to remove his clothes, believing that he should be the one to do so. Instead, he received a few silent glares and a hush before choosing to remain quiet, allowing you to do your work.

No words were spoken between you two as he stepped into the water, releasing a light moan at the temperature being just right to aid his aching muscles. You had chosen to sit outside the tub on a short stool while he soaked in the water to give his shoulders massages. Leaning into your touch his head fell back to rest against the edge of the tub and gaze up at you.

The dangerous dark circles he wore under his eyes told you about his fatigued state as you gazed back at him.

Removing your hands from his shoulders, you brought them to his hair to loosen his braid weaving your fingers through his scalp. At this, he closed his eyes and parted his lips to release a breathless sigh – it was clear that he was enjoying this moment.

“How are you feeling? Is the water good enough or do you need it to be a little warmer?” You didn’t stop your ministrations with his hair while you spoke softly, instead, you ran your fingers through his scalp and into the nape of his neck causing him to arch his back like a cat. Humming at the sensation, it took him a while before he remembered your question posed to him.

“The water’s fine…though I believe it may be better if you joined me?” Pulling away from your touch, he turned around to face you, tilting his head to the side and waiting for your response. Baffled but his question, your fingers froze mid-air to digest his words and compute a proper answer.

Eyes locked on him, but you weren’t really staring. If anything, you were gazing off thinking of a response. Opening your mouth and closing it a few times, you let out a heavy sigh once you had made up your mind and spoke.

“This bath is really for you, you know, not me. I don’t think it would be wise for me to join you.” Frowning at your words, he didn’t understand why you’d reject the offer to join him, it was just a bath, plus, you’d get to relax alongside him – wasn’t that the plan?

“This bath was made for me to relax, correct? However, I believe that I’d relax a little better if you were to join me, please.” Looking at you with those warm blue eyes, you couldn’t say no, plus, it wasn’t a bad idea to join him in the first place, but you really wanted this to be just for him. So, standing from your stool, you began to disrobe while he sat in the tub waiting for you to enter.

Once you had placed your clothes on the counter, you walked over and motioned for him to lean forward so that you would sit behind him. Complying, he leaned forward and allowed for you to slip behind and wrap your arms, pulling him into your embrace. Shifting himself to sink further into the water, he leaned back to rest his head against your chest, took your hands in his and sighed in bliss at the skin on skin contact.

“This feels better,” he had paused to recollect his thoughts before continuing, “I...I’m sorry for pushing away all your attempt at destressing me, I shouldn’t have don’t so. Forgive me, melda.”

You had chosen not to verbally respond to his apology, instead, you leaned in and placed a kiss upon the crown of his head. Your kiss was enough for him to realize that you had forgiven him for his heartless actions – so he believed them to be.

“You stress too much Káno, there are some things out of your control that you and your brothers can’t command. Don’t stress about such things. Just focus on the now, we’re in a time of peace,” you place another kiss upon his head, “so let us have peace,”

“You are right, I shouldn’t worry so much in such good times, forgive me. Let us simply relax and be at ease.” At this, he brought your hands up to his mouth where he placed a kiss upon each and gave them a gentle, reassuring squeeze. In turn, you tightened your arms around him, bringing him further into your embrace as an unspoken form of telling him you were here for him, and he didn’t have to be alone.

"Tye túc valief alasse ana mime coiv."

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h4zardousch3micals · 9 months

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Performance of a lifetime - 2

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Heyyy look who wrote a thing again! I've only got two things to say this time:

1) Aaaaaa thank you Caldin and Mew for your incredibly kind words <3 <3 <3

2) Yes I will be throwing in a bunch of oc's I can justify to you why it's crucial for the narrative but I won't because teehee spoilers

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"THIS IS TOO HARD! I CAN'T DO IT!" Plixie howled. In a fit of juvenile rage, they flung the juggling balls across the room, causing a few to rebound and come flying back their direction. They ducked - wings fluttering desperately - to avoid the onslaught but a few still hit them with a loud 'BONK!'

"Please, just try again." Leyera muttered, not even looking up from her current task: untangling an extremely matted string of fairy lights.

"NO! I DON'T WANNA!" The plasma monster thrashed furiously in midair, before landing specifically to stomp their foot on the ground like an angry bunny. A few frustrated tears leaked from their wide eyes.

The little temper tantrum was enough to get the gloptic's full attention, "I swear, Plixie, you are driving me up the wall..."

"Look, how about I demonstrate it for you again? Here..." They dropped the mound of knotted lights and psychically levitated the juggling balls into their grasp. They were able to throw and catch at least five of them simultaneously without even looking, "See how I'm doing this scooping motion when I toss it? Try doing that."

This only seemed to upset Plixie even more, "IT'S NOT FAIR, LEYERA! YOUR ARMS ARE LONGER!"

"You can fly!" Leyera protested, pressing one tentacle to her closed eye in her equivalent of a facepalm. She exhaustedly muttered to herself, "...I spent all last night working myself half to death because our only other fortune-teller Tye-dye left the show, and this is the thanks I get?"

"What's a fortune-teller?" Plixie tilted their head to one side and their eyes glittered with curiosity, apparently that was the only part of her angry little rant they actually heard.

"I've explained it to you before..?" They grumbled.

"Yeah, but I wanna hear it again."

"I will never understand little kids..." She shook her head to clear it and begrudgingly elaborated, "A fortune-teller is a monster who can tell other monsters what will happen to them in the future and tell that what they should do about it."

"Woah!" Plixie's wings flapped excitedly, "How do you do that?!"

The magical monster seemed a bit less bothered by the injustices of the world now that they were discussing something familiar to them, "Well, there's lots of different ways. There's looking into crystal balls, there's tracking the movement of the stars, I specialise in palm reading, kind of ironic since I don't have any but, heh..."

"Cool! Cool!" They squeaked, hopping about as though this was the most fascinating information they had ever heard. Then, an idea crossed their mind and their face lit up, "Can you tell me MY future?"

"Uh, sorry kid, but I'm really not supposed to, Fennec's orders." She muttered. Fennec had been firm (well, as firm as Fennec can be) that she was under strict orders to only use her psychic powers for those who approached her booth during opening hours, lest she drain her magical energy stores.

"PLEASE!" Plixie took flight again and hovered as close to the Gloptic's eye as possible, hoping that their adorable face would persuade them.

"Come on, not the puppy-dog eyes..." Leyera protested. They had always had a hard time not giving in to the puppy-dog eyes...

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

"Okay, okay: I'll do it!" She threw her tentacles up in the air in defeat, "...If you promise to practice some more afterwards."

"Deal!" They nodded profusely.

"Deal, give me your hand," Plixie's palm was so small, it was hard for Leyera to find any of the tell-tale lines they used to predict fortunes, "Oh, wow, it's so tiny!"

"Hehehe!" The plasma monster giggled, having already forgotten about their earlier upset.

"Hmm, well, this line here tells me that you express your emotions freely." She said, pointing to a long line across their entire palm.

"What does that mean?" They tilted their head to one side.

"It means that you like to say how you feel and don't try to hide it," She replied.

"Oh! Oh oh oh! Yeah! That sounds like me!"

"You don't say?" They rolled their eye, then turned their attention to a curving, sloped line in the middle of their hand, "And this one, this one tells me that you're very creative."

"And this one..." Leyera went froze as though she were a robot that had ran out of battery. For a few moments, they stared blankly ahead as though gazing into a distant future - a future not at all pleasant.

"What? What does it mean?!"

"It... It doesn't mean anything important," They eventually admitted, looking away.

Plixie folded their arms again and stomped a little more, "Aww, that's boring! You should make it something cooler!"

"What? That's not how it works—"

"Please! I wanna be a big, strong monster that can destroy entire islands!"

"That isn't..." She grumbled, "Ugh, fine. This line says that you'll one day be a big, strong monster that can destroy entire islands. Now can we please go back to juggling like you promised?"

"Nooo... Ugh, fine..."

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It was late, long past closing time. A pale moon hung gloomily amongst the glittering stars like a giant spotlight. Hardly a monster seemed to stir, until...

"You're just being hysterical!" The voice was distant and muffled - almost impossible to decipher - and yet the pure, bitter disgust in their tone was enough to make the voice seem as loud as thunder.

"Huh..?" Syncopite drearily sat up, blinking rapidly to quell their sleepiness. They had already been struggling to properly get some rest, and the occasional faint argument sound was doing them no favours - but now their curiosity was piqued.

Driven by intrigue, they got up and waddled over to their friend's room and knocked once... twice... No response.

"Pppsst, Hornacle, can you hear that?" They whispered, pushing the door open with their foot.

Hornacle was silent for a few moments, before slowly murmuring, "Ugh... No, Soxy, I don't want to eat the vegetables..."

Oh. She's sleep-talking. Looks like they're gonna have to figure this one out alone...

They slowly followed the source of the noise; every tiny little creak or thud made them flinch. Eventually as the noises got closer, it became apparent that there were two monsters speaking and they were arguing intensely. Thinking quickly, they dashed behind a nearby storage create so they wouldn't be spotted.

"I'm telling you, I know what I saw!" The first voice insisted: weary yet stern, "That line, it's not good! It can only mean..."

"Leyera, I know your fortune-telling is very important to you, but you can't let it dictate what we do around here..." The other replied. Syncopite knew that voice well, it was Fennec.

They slowly peeked out from behind the box, eventually spotting the two older monsters standing under the light of a single lamp. The air was thick with tension: Leyera seemed both furious and anxious while Fennec was somehow even more frightened than he usually was.

"Very important? Very important?! It's more than 'very important', Fennec, it's my entire life!"

Fennec flinched, pressing his body low to the ground. His ears were pinned back and his tail was between his legs. He quietly replied, "I know, but Audrey says..."

"No! Listen to me!" She snarled, "I've been doing this for years! Over a decade, even. I know my way around a palm reading, and the future is not bright for that kid!"

Both went quiet again, glaring at eachother bitterly as though they could break into a fight at any moment. Fennec trembled wildly, his fur standing on end like a frightened cat; Leyera stared at him with a strange, almost pleading look in her eye.

Eventually, he worked up the courage to say, "Leyera, I'm going to be as gentle as possible when I say this but you're acting crazy. Maybe you just read it wrong, or maybe it isn't accurate because it's not real—"

"OH REALLY?! I'M THE ONE ACTING CRAZY WHEN YOU THINK THOSE KIDS ARE G—"

"Stop fighting! Please!" Syncopite bolted out of their hiding space and hurled themselves between the monsters in a desperate attempt to shield one or both should things get worse.

"Syncopite?!" "Kid?!" They both yelled at the same time.

"I..." Unable to quickly think of an explanation, Syncopite looked down at their stubby feet, "I don't like it when monsters fight."

Fennec was the first to react, approaching the crystal monster and patting them with a colourful paw. It felt a little condescending, but it was better than nothing.

"Oh, we weren't fighting, sweetheart." He soothed, eager to quell the tension in the air, "We were just having a... friendly discussion."

"A friendly discussion about how you won't heed my warnings..." Leyera muttered ominously.

"Yes, that... Look, it doesn't concern you, kid. You should go back to sleep."

"But—" They couldn't just leave it at that! Clearly both monsters were very passionate about the issue - it needed to be resolved!

Fennec whipped his head around to stare at the Glopitc, shivering slightly, "See, Leyera? You're frightening the poor things!"

"What? I didn't mean to, I—" They sighed defeatedly, slumping to the point where it looked as though they might melt into an exhausted puddle at any moment, "...Fine. Syncopite? Fennec? I'm sorry. I was wrong. I won't bring it up again."

"But you were just-" Syncopite protested, baffled.

"I know, but I was wrong. Please, it's too late for this..."

"But—"

"No buts!" With a flick of her two-toned feeler, Leyera effortlessly lifted the crystal monster into the air with their psychic powers.

"Wh— HEY! PUT ME DOWN!" Syncopite squealed as the ground seemed to disappear underneath them. Their stubby legs flailed uselessly in midair and the magnetic stones that usually floated peacefully around them spun as though they were caught in a tornado. They hated every second of it: they couldn't get away, they couldn't run, they couldn't hide!

"Leyera! Stop it!" Fennec cried, trying to sound firm but stuttering and stammering the whole way through, "What's wrong with you?"

Leyera hesitated, but she didn't have the energy to argue back anymore and just let them go, careful to levitate the crystal monster gently to the ground instead of dropping them, "Yes. Sorry, Fennec. I'm an awful monster."

He didn't rebute their claim.

"Come on, Syncopite," Fennec instructed. He padded quietly towards the exit and beckoned the little monster, "It's late."

Syncopite's need to obey their trainer overrid their courage, but their little mind still swam with questions as they hobbled after him, "But, wait! What about—?"

"Leyera realised the error of their ways and apologized. There is nothing more to discuss." He replied, crimson eyes dull and weary with tiredness.

Syncopite wanted to object, but they had a feeling that any complaint they had would be quickly dismissed. Maybe they were overthinking this; maybe they were wrong; maybe it would just be for the best to not think about it any longer...

They didn't dare utter a word as the ethereal monster ushered them back to their room, leaving an uncomfortable silence as Fennec's paws hardly made a sound on the cold floor.

"Remember, we only want what's best for you." He muttered as he shuffled away, leaving Syncopite to try and get back to sleep despite their racing thoughts. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day... Hopefully...

#My singing monsters #Msm #Performance of a lifetime AU #Arrow Authors #Notes for people who read the tags:#Look I figured out how to write my guy Syncopite in!#.#I love Fennec he's such a lil baby #..#I tried to use both she and they equally when referring to Leyera sorry if it's confusing #...#Idk if I made it clear enough but Leyera does NOT believe that the Celestials are actually reincarnated gods #I'll get into it more later but it's my hc that the Magical Islands developed very different ideas about monster history #Because they were isolated from the rest of the world for so long #Most notably Psychic Island is majority atheist

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virgo-dream · 1 year

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I have Cool History Professor story if you’d like it :) my old ancient lit prof was super cool, he dressed like a goth rock punk and was very rebellious against authority etc. I think he rode a motorbike. His lectures were such a goddang highlight of my time at uni. the last lectures for the semester, he made a slide show about his time working in Pompeii, and how he gOT PUT ON AN ARCHEOLOGICAL BLACKLIST for breaking and entering with his phd students to take measurements. And the PHOTOS, were incredible. 90s punk and nerd students climbing over a giant security fence, posing for photos with their measuring sticks and stuff. It was crazy. He died suddenly during my last semester, so he’s likely off breaking rules in the afterlife these days. Or maybe interviewing ancient folks or ghost-pranking other history professors. He was a really cool guy. OH GOD I DONT WANT THIS TO MAKE YOU SAD THOUGH THATS NOT THE INTENTION

Don't worry! It didn't make me sad at all :) it's nice that you can share the memory of such an amazing individual like this!!! i'm sure he's having a blast measuring the columns in heaven

Also reminds me of two of my favourite teachers in school. One of them was a biker lady that was the literal leader of a biker gang that did cross country trips and all, and she always showed up wearing the sickest leather jackets and no student dared disrespect her. And then there was the art teacher, who was this super tall, hippie lady with long blonde hair and even longer tye dye skirts, the most friendly person you could ever hope to meet. And they were besties which made the whole thing even better, bc Biker Math Teacher was tiny and menacing and Hippie Art Teacher was tall and soft. They really were the best of friends, and we loved seeing how they were so completely opposite on the outside but seemed to get along so well.

It was really heartbreaking getting to school on the day that Hippie Art Teacher died. She was killed during an armed robbery, and one of the kids eavesdropped on a conversation between Biker Math Teacher and another faculty member saying that Hippie Art Teacher had been having nightmares and visions about dying for about a week by then. It was really sad.

I still remember them both very fondly, and I think the both of them and your Punk History Professor would get along really well! Hob would be a great addition to the gang tbh :)

#thank you for sending this!!!#reminded me of some great memories with my art teacher #she was one of a kind #and it's nice to remember the people that shaped us every once in a while #virgo dream replies

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hwajin · 11 months

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UGGHGGG hyunjin starting tye second 2nd verse in get lit UGHHSKWKDKAKSKA

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this-is-a-dystopian-parable · 2 years

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Right! I was going to talk about my shop director's thoughts on DSM bc I made him watch it!

He did generally enjoy it, and thought the concept was interesting and could go really far with a little work (in fact, he wants to direct it and get the change to tweak it himself). But here's the criticisms:

That he didn't really get time to relate to any of the characters before they died. Now I disagree, but I think it's a matter of target demographics, you need to work a little harder to get a 30 y/o invested in your teen characters. He says he actually kinda missed some of the little intros in the opening song, even if they were cheesy and made it drag.

Said that Dancing Plague wasn't a very good imitation of medieval music, but that he's a huge nerd for the stuff and it's probably ok. He just wishes they had done more research to better match the style form the ground up, instead of just imitating it. Or, like Bacchanal, do more of his own thing just inspired by it.

He didn't like that so many people die during Bacchanal in the MSM version, and this one's an agree from me. The main songs should be for the main character deaths they're focused on, and though it's nice to have more people actually in Bacchanal it's kinda strange to have more than just Janelle and Harper die. The leftover ensemble just sort of collapse.

Not a huge fan of the MSM dj. Partly because I got his hopes up describing the YMTC one, and he's a big fan of just how evil and charismatic he is. He thinks he deserves to be powerful and unflappable, and thinks the demonic swagger lends itself to a scarier character and better fits the themes than the edgy garage rockband version. I agree that it works better for the show as a whole, though I ADORE Jacob's performance.

Didn't like the Mo ending. Now Mo is his favorite character, but he didn't like the ending both for the characters or for the themes. He said that if Grace and Tye are the main characters as we see, they deserve to have the final word, even if Mo is the one who's technically responsible. That if there's another force killing the dj, then Grace choosing to listen to Tye and the two of them just slowing down and waiting, their whole arc, doesn't really mean anything. And thematically, the dj is a demonic allegory more than he is a person, it makes more sense for him to be killed thematically rather than logically or literally. You can tell I agree on this one too! I much prefer the original ending.

Just generally that some of the stuff is handled too heavy-handed, which really is just all of DSM so I get his point. I'm a big fan of the heavy-handed lyrics but I do think it hasn't quite found it's place in the directing of it.

Ok that's all! I want to re-iterate that he really sees potential in the show, and when I brought up that I would love to see an actual live-streamed version he lit up, saying his production company had a full four-camera streaming setup and he'd love to experiment with it. We're both see a lot of possibility in making the streaming factor a big part of the character of the show in how cameras are aimed or pulled around by characters. I wonder if they'd let anyone hold a workshop...

#don't stop me musical #dave malloy #don't stop me #don't stop me dave malloy #don't stop me krista knight #don’t stop me #malloysicals

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long dream

1. makeover time! 2. time loops with my friends, but i consider abandoning all of them to save my sister 3. god wants me to kill everyone in the city again but it didn't work right this time

1. my cousin's friends owned a makeover place (my cousin the one recently married in colorado also worked there) and offered to do me my sister and my dad for free. my cousin did my hair, and I asked her for cool stylish braids, like the kinds that go around your head since idk how to do those. also the makeover room was like really dark lit & kind of small, about 66% the size of my bedroom. she gave me some kind of headscarf? it was yellow. not braidds, but I did look cute. my sister had like 40 braids but just the ends of her hair. and they black washed my dad. it was really weird. he was not happy he was like why did y'all put shit on my skin to make me darker. i Iook like robert downry Jr ‘s character in tropic thunder.

2. something about time loops.. there was kind of a fracture schism. my sister got taken somewhere else. I was travelling with 5 people total but the girl who was driving the time machine (it was a huge bus) sucked at driving & couldn't hit anything. we were driving through hyperspace or something? it was kind of like that part of rainbow road in mariokart wii. i wanted to go back but the world we came from was destroyed, so we had to keep going. two of our people were outside. one was a guy named Adam who had curly hair light brown & always wore sunglasses and rainbow tye dye and he was riding a bike towards us, but the girl drover sucked!! & like while trying to swerve towards him made him miss, and he was gone. the other guy was Austin powers in a white suit black bowtie. they were both scattered off. and we ended up in some other universe.

I was no longer the main time traveler. my sister was here, but unconscious, with a bunch of other people from my world & probably other worlds who were also unconscious. me & the other time travellers my friends were here, and we had to sit on the bleachers next to the other people. the lady who had overseen the makeover session was one of the old twins and she had some kind of ability. she was scary and our enemy and it was probably her fault that everything happened. my sister still had on the makeup from the makeover - dark blue shiny eyeshadow. i was scared, but when I talked to her she woke up and she remembered me and she was fine. i was supposed to leave this place with my friends, but we were scattered through the room. it would be hard to get to all of them as long as the lady was here now. she had some vibe that if any of us tried anything, There Would Be Severe Consequences, and i was worried that if i made myself too much of a target walking on the bleachers with my sister, she’d call me out.

she was teaching alongside this world's traveler who was an Asian dude named Daisuke Shiraodori or something like that his initials were definitely DS. (reminded me of Steven Yeun’s character from nope combined with the Japanese cowboy post..rawhide kobayashi). he was the original traveler from THIS world but the seas became rough and all things that were his were scattered through time, so he had older twin (like she was legit old) fuck everything up to return his property to him. i didn't know how to time travel but i was ready to ditch my friends and take my sister home. i’d figure it out. i’d leave them behind. i tried it.

3. I think my time travel event failed. god took my sister from me again, and I was in a city in the desert. it had a dome over for weather maintenance and to keep our sandstorms. inside the dome was like if someone ran my college campus through an ai generator. sunny, spring weather, brick roads and small trees & buildings everywhere. the god of this world looked similar to scaramouche genshin impact. he wanted the world to change, so I had to find this one obscure art and design book and bring it to him and set it on fire. this would reset the world. I'd done it before. I'd brought him the book, burnt it, and the result had occurred and I'd leave the city with no survivors to watch it all collapse inwards on itself. the book had a green and dark blue cover with big tex.t the font was in Covington. I had never read it.

this time as I had the book, people were so kind to me. I got a free drink from this one shop. I made friends with this girl who wore bright coral lipstick. a really gorgeous lady let me ride the back of her bike bc I was in a rush to get back to my hotel to burn the book. I re entered the hotel and there was a beautiful mother with her son Jimmy & I paused & told her she needed to take her son and get out of here. something bad was going to happen. and then a cop heard me but none of the people were suspicious of me bc I was such a goodie two shoes - i was a pawn in a grander scheme. you have to believe me - i need to do this. please don’t tstop me. i’d pat my back for that performance. anyway I was given things to monitor me and press this button to call us if you need help etc etc. and an evacuate the building order was placed, but a lot of people ended up just coming to sit on the ground floor anyway. people from studio were there. I had the book in my bookbag and this weird square lighter. while we all sat around waiting for something to happen, I got the book out and pretended to read it while trying to grab the lighter out without being suspicious.

when it became the correct time and I wasn't at the meeting spot, the sky went dark. the lights went out. there was a dull roaring from outside and you could see the shadow of the sand on the black sky. this always happened so I was used to it, but everyone else was uneasily preparing for a tornado. it was pitch black, but I saw light from around the corner - the glowing star of god's eye, looking for me. I wasn't afraid - I knew he was much more patient. as long as I did it i would be fine. god’s eye slowly floated closer to me & everyone watched, not realizing he was coming towards me - just thought he was going down the hall past me. I would betray everyone for a chance to get my sister back, but I didn't feel guilty. I'd done this before so many times after all.

then thr girl sitting across from me saw me clenching the lighter in my fist and grabbed it and set my hands on fire, & I fought her & put the fingers of my left hand in her eyes and then just took my right hand taking my burning melting hand and plunging it into the book. this worked. the book burnt quickly, god saw me, and there was the implosion.

I leaped out the window and turned into a bird. I'd seen this before and had no desire to be near it. first it was a black hole, but darkly shimmering blue. and then a dome, a ball, and then it would rapidly expand, erasing everything inside. I caught an updraft and made it to the cliffs bordering the valley, and turned into a snake to traverse the sands easier. my goal was this little shelter made of dark green shiny material underneath the normal concrete and paint. god always waited the 3 days i had to find & burn the book for me there, and approaching him while he was here would put in in a bad mood. I reached it and turned around, fully expecting the explosion radius to be on my heels as always and to suck me through into the next world. but it wasn't. it destroyed the city and then hit the cliff walls and disappeared . why..? and I got to the shelter and the walls were still in place. there were glowing burn marks - remnants of fire going out radially. and scaramouche dropped his boss weapon, which was a long climbing axe named after the traveler from dream 2. it had different info written on it: the faster it was the less dmg it did, but at different speeds 1-20 ( I could enchant it like a terraria weapon) it performed different tasks better. lower speed/higher damage was good for catching fish. at 1 (highest speed) you could sacrifice centipedes to him for a "sex boost".

as I was reading this there were people - some people I'd seen. the girl with coral lipstick, & some girls i saw in the h mart parking lot yesterday. and I realized god was no longer in this world so I wouldn't have to repeat the cycle of killing everyone - his weapon was here, in my hands, with me. a gift from him - or he'd died in fire and dropped it. which meant my sister was in this world, since we'd made an unbreakable vow to continue until she was close enough I could reach her. anyway I explained to the survivors, i pointed at the lines of an explosive fire that had melted the sand to glass outside the shelter - the cracks and windows had the dust outside like environmental storytelling. his body was here while his eye was elsewhere, maybe, and he died. one of them were particularly mad at me they just went oohhh I get it. i looked to the right. there was another city on the horizon & then i woke up

#dreams

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