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margalitarry · 2 years

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she lives in daydreams with me

she's the first one that i see

and i don't know why

i don't know who she is

warnings: cursing

word count: 2.0k

notes: harry styles x fan!reader, takes place right after hs1 was released, and harry wrote a song about you before he even ever met you. then he met you.

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harry styles woke up at 4 in the morning for the sixth day in a row, the same girl had been in his dreams for nearly two weeks. every single night. he hadn't ever met the girl, and he didn't know who she was. it started to stress him out, he had to have known the girl from somewhere.

harry also couldn't deny whoever that girl was, she was beautiful.

"there's this girl who's been in my dreams for the last two weeks, i have no fucking idea who she is though. starting to drive me crazy." harry told mitch while having lunch together the same day.

"are you sure you've never seen her? maybe she's a fan you just saw in the crowd at some point." mitch replied

"no! i don't know who she is! she nearly lives with me at this point. it's been two weeks, it's really making me go crazy."

"that'd be a good lyric" mitch said, thinking deeper than before. "like something like she lives in dreams with me and i don't know who she is? i don't know it just came to me while you were talking."

harry pulled out a pen and paper from his tote bag, always being ready for a potential song. he had began to write and make songs for his next album, but wasn't thinking too much about it. he had hardly just released his first solo album.

"she lives in daydreams with me.. i dont know who she is. we need something before or after that." harry said, writing down the thoughts on the piece of paper.

"we should head to the studio right now." harry blurted out as him and mitch were thinking.

"like right now? we gotta be at troubadour in four hours."

"thats four hours we have to write this song, come on let's go!"

so harry and mitch drove, actually speeded, to their recording studio. it was extremely comfortable with ambient lighting taking place of the normal overhead lights and sitting places all around. it was so comfortable, they had even spent the nights there a few times when they were really into writing a song.

mitch picked up one of his guitars and strummed a few stray notes as harry pulled out the notes he had written at lunch for the song.

"hold on, play those notes again but like- nicely." harry said to mitch, feeling the song coming together as mitch did what he asked.

"she lives in daydreams with me, she's the first one that i see, i don't know why, i don't know who she is" harry slightly sang out, letting him and mitch both gasp and stand up at the easiness of writing this song.

"that's fucking perfect harry!"

harry and mitch high-fived as they sat down to write as much of the song as possible, nearly completing it other than a few things they weren't sure if they actually liked or not. there was only thirty minutes before they had to arrive at troubadour, rushing them to be as on time as possible.

you couldn't have been more excited, your best friend had somehow found out that harry styles was playing a secret show at one of your favorite clubs.

you had forced your friend to leave for the club immediately when she told you, you insisted on being as close to the stage as humanly possible. and you were, you were at the very front of the stage.

although you couldn't deny that something was off about the night, it wasn't a bad feeling at all but you weren't nervous despite harry styles was going to be in front of your face any moment now.

harry himself also felt the tension in the air, and like yourself he didn't think it was a bad tension. until he entered the stage, the first person making eye contact with you.

he almost couldn't talk or move at all, he slightly stopped in his tracks but continued to try and not draw any attention to you. you were the girl that had been in his dreams. mitch saw his reaction towards you and realized who you were immediately without harry even saying anything.

"did you fucking see that!? harry styles just deadpanned at me! are you fucking kidding me right now!" you screamed at your best friend; trying to be as loud as possible over all the other screams of excitement.

"i definitely fucking saw that!" your best friend screamed back.

so the show continued, harry often looking over at you throughout songs. people had caught on to the looks he was giving you and you were renamed 'harry's crush' very quickly.

harry had been talking with the crowd when he decided to talk with you, he had to atleast learn who you were before he may never see you again.

"what's your name miss ma'am?" harry asked you, feeling the most nervous talking to you than he did they whole night.

"y/n!" you said back to him, in complete disbelief. you pinched yourself to remind yourself this was anything but a dream.

"and how did you find out about tonight's show y/n?"

"my best friend! she's right here!"

harry waved to your friend but still focused on you, he wasn't sure what to say. he wanted to exclaim how he had seen you everyday for the last half month, and it was crazy you were here right now. how he had just written a song about you but he knew he couldn't especially not in front of the whole crowd.

"it's a true pleasure to have you here tonight y/n, this next song is sign of the times. the first song i released of my solo career. i truly appreciate each of you coming here tonight and supporting me with everything. this one is for all of you!"

you weren't sure if you were overthinking your interaction with harry, but he had looked at you like he knew you and needed to tell you something. you didn't want to be annoying and ask if your thoughts were valid so you kept it to yourself.

once harry left the stage he ran to one of the security guards in the back as fast as he could, he needed to talk to you.

"hey! hey! can you please quickly grab that girl, y/n at the front! bring her to my dressing room!" harry asked the first one he saw, the security guard only nodding and heading out.

just before you had finally been able to clear out, a tap was on your shoulder. you anticipated another fellow fan to congratulate you on your interaction, which had been happening the whole time since it happened.

"y/n? i need to you come backstage with me briefly. your friend may come as well, but not entirely with you." the security guard told you, making you and your best friend nearly shit your pants at the thought of what may happen.

you both followed the security guard into the back stage. you felt anxiety coursing through you especially after your friend had to sit down in a random area and you had been asked to continue following him.

you stood outside a door as the security guard knocked, hearing an awfully recognizable british accent reply to the knock.

"come in!"

the security guard opened the door and nodded you to go in.

you and harry just stared at eachother for the first moment, you standing in the doorway and him sitting on a couch. the security guard bumped you in a little more by closing the door behind you.

"have we met before ever?" harry asked you, not wasting the unknown time he had with you.

"i- i don't believe so."

"are you nervous right now?" harry asked you, trying to do his best not to show his own emotions.

"extremely yes to be honest. but i'm thankful i'm here right now, but why am i here?" you asked him. you could tell he had seen you before somewhere, even more so after he had asked if you met before.

"can i tell you something that might seem really weird?" harry asked, you nodding immediately.

"i've met you before, you've been in my dreams for the last two weeks every single night. i couldn't believe that you were here tonight, i still can't." harry said, resulting in your jaw dropping as far as it could.

you didn't know what to say, you were in pure shock. harry styles had been dreaming about you? everything had suddenly made a lot more sense, why he stopped in his tracks when he first came on stage, him looking at you the nearly the whole show, the interaction during the show.

"i'm sorry i'm just at a complete list of words, are you sure it's me?" you lightly laughed in disbelief.

"positive, it's been driving me insane trying to figure out who you were. i shouldn't even tell you this but we actually wrote a song about you earlier today. do you want to read the lyrics? i feel like now i know you i have to ask."

"holy shit what? i'm sorry i just did not anticipate any of this, i mean yeah obviously!"

harry stood up and grabbed one of his bags, starting to dig in it to find the lyrics. once he found them he handed the page to you, watching your face as you read it though. he couldn't tell if you were happy with it or not, you showed absolutely no emotions.

your mind was screaming with thoughts though, in the weirdest way it did feel like this song was written about you. regardless of knowing it was entirely about you. you somehow weren't uncomfortable at all, sure you were bursting at the seams with anxiety but you weren't uncomfortable. you had actually felt extremely safe around harry.

"i'm so sorry, i'm just having a hard time wrapping my head around this all. this is an amazing song though, i love it a lot." you told him, unsure of what to say.

"thank you i really appreciate it coming from the girl it's about. i cant believe you're here, it's hard to wrap my head around too." harry said, not sure if he'd regret it his next words next but he felt in his bones he wouldn't.

"do you want to get breakfast tomorrow with me? i have to leave america tomorrow night but i'd love to talk to you more. you intrigue me more than i'd like you too." harry asked you, also slightly confessing feelings.

your jaw dropped for what felt like the millionth time that night, harry styles had just asked you out on a date. harry styles had also wrote a song about you. you were going feral inside your head, but kept your composure as normal as possible.

"i'd love too! i cant believe any of this right now, i'm sorry i'm truly in such disbelief."

"here, put your number in my phone so i can text you later tonight with details and just to have, maybe i'll get crazy and write another song about you." harry laughed as he handed you his phone.

you didn't realize it had almost been an hour since you came into the room to meet harry, hoping your friend wasn't going batshit. you handed his phone back to him, standing up.

"i've gotta go before my friend falls asleep on your couch. thank you so much for this all tonight."

"of course y/n, it was a pleasure to properly meet you tonight. i hope to see you tomorrow. give me a moment to write something for your friend" harry said, giving you a hug as he said it.

he grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a few things on it, giving it to you for your friend.

"see you tomorrow harry" you said one last time, giving him another hug.

"see you tomorrow y/n."

#angst #fanfic #harry styles x y/n #harrystyles #harry #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles #fanfiction writer #fine line #hslot harry #troubadour #hs1 #live on tour #she

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phoenixiancrystallist · 6 months

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Forspoken Photo Dump 117: Visoria; Inner Visoria, Part 6

#Forspoken #Forspoken photo mode #athia #visoria #inner visoria #fount of blessing #lilac fount #pilgrim's refuge #inner visoria refuge #fort ensenhamen #there's not a whole lot to tag in this set so have some fun facts instead :D #an ensenhamen is a style of poem the troubadours wrote that detailed etiquette or moral lessons #mostly dealing with things like chivalry and courly love but also more mundane things like table manners and ethical sex #but also if you plug ''ensenhamen'' into Google Translate it tells you it's Japanese and means ''noodles along the line'' XD

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whenthegoldrays · 7 months

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I am beyond excited for Angel Face but also, I'm a little sad that Stephen is calling it his debut album?? Easy On My Eyes was the debut album. It feels like he's just ignoring it completely even though that album absolutely made my second half of 2022. "Until I Found You" was on EOME and now he's putting it on Angel Face? And pretending that masterpieces like "Hey Girl" and "Because Of You" didn't even exist???

#not to swiftie-fy everything but #stephen is giving EOME the evermore treatment #I get that he's trying to do the whole troubadour/retro style now #but the indie style was what endeared him to me #should be celebrated a bit more I think #(but he tolerates it djfjdjshs)#stephen sanchez #angel face #easy on my eyes #elly's posts

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harrieslittlefreak · 1 year

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Troubadourry was a different time 🥲

#harry styles #troubadour

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eratosmusings · 1 month

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Stolen Destiny (I)

Feyd Rautha x fem!reader

summary: Your father had been promised an heir. But the choices made by another stole that fate from you. Now it's your turn to take theirs.

warnings: adults only, all characters are over 18, smut in future chapters, blood, misogyny, dark themes, canon typical violence

word count: 1.2k

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“Again,” the swordmaster calls out.

Gritting your teeth, you comply and fall back in position with the others. All this show for what?

With a nod, a troubadour began to pluck at the strings of her Baliset again. Your feet move in the familiar pattern, hilts of the swords bouncing against your hips. This is a waste of time.

Air stills as the rest of the women swirl away from you when another Baliset, one played with a bow sliding against its strings, joins the melody. The blades gnash against their sheaths in protest as you pull them free. They sing in the air, spinning easily between your fingers. Faster and faster they spin to match the skirts of the others now twirling in a circle around you until the music slows.

Once, twice you clink the blades’ together before you stab one into the plush stool in the center. Soft, slow pattering of the drums begins as you turn your back to it. The sword that remains drags its tip against the stone floor. The women bend a knee where they twirled. Sparks follow when you twist quickly.

This is the silliest part. You face a non existent opponent. Bringing your sword forward you drop into a defensive stance. The music rises and now you fight. Thrust, retreat, parrie, circle, advance, lunge, parrie, retreat, parrie, parrie. On and on it goes until you drop the sword. Your arm extends to the partner who does not exist and spin into nothing as the music reaches a crescendo. Chest heaving, you stay there and stare into the abyss until the music and the last of your dignity finally dies.

One of the girls is quick to retrieve and return the swords to you. In contrast, you’re slow to sheath them. You’re not eager to hear the word you know waits on his tongue. But you can only stall for so long.

You turn and face him. His voice cuts sharply across the silent hall. “Again.”

“You look ridiculous,” your father says under his breath so only you can hear.

A gown, styled after your mother’s House, hung loosely on your frame, hiding any hint of the woman’s body beneath it. You feel ridiculous in it, but had thought it better than the other options. You should have known there was nothing you could have worn that would please him.

“My apologies, father.”

He scoffs. Nothing you do will ever please him.

It’s why you still cannot understand why this celebration is being held. He saw no honor in you being born, why would he see it in you coming of age? And to invite the likes of the Atreides? Was this all some masochistic need to see the son he should have had?

He says outloud, “Don’t embarrass me.” In your head you hear the word he leaves unspoken. ‘Again.’

The Major Houses arrive hours apart, the lucky few Minor Houses invited padding the time between. First is the Princess Irulan. Beautiful, graceful, kind. She compliments you, embracing you as if you’d been friends for life. And it feels as such. A connection left despite the broken destiny. There would be no marriage, but your father whispers that a friendship could offer nearly as much.

The Atreides come next. The Duke is handsome. His concubine, Lady Jessica, hides behind a veil. A Bene Gesserit indeed. Their son, Paul, is charismatic and not as handsome as his father, but more beautiful. He places a kiss on your hand, complimenting your dress and, as he calls them, your lovely eyes. They fall flat on you, but he seems to preen at your own compliment of his hair with a boyish grin painting his face.

Your father’s mood shifts when they and their people are led away to the castle. “Well done. Who knew you could charm so well.” The praise, as backhanded as it is, prickles your skin. “Let’s hope can you keep it up.”

At last, as the sun sets, the Harkonnens arrive.

Pale and hairless, they're intimidating in their black attire. The Baron did not come, instead having his nephews take his place. The eldest, Count Glossu Rabban, is a giant of a man. From the stories you’ve heard, he's a sadist but an idiot. In his shadow lies the true danger.

Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha. He’s deceptively slight next to his brother. But to be the chosen heir for a House like the Harkonnens there must be a brutal intelligence. Like Paul he takes your offered hand and presses his lips against it. They’re cold, chapped and rough. Unlike Paul he offers a grin that had no boyishness left. Blackened teeth bared, he tugs your arm harshly. You stumble forward into him. The hand he doesn’t hold presses against his chest to catch yourself, the one he does hold twisting out of his grip.

Warm metal presses against your throat.

Something akin to amusement dances in his eyes as they rove over your. It’s the only sign that he probably doesn’t want to kill you. There’s a measured pause of his gaze, first on the blade then sinking lower, before it flits back to your own. His voice is raspy as he speaks, “It is a pleasure to be here for your coming of age, my lady.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. The blade retreats. His eyes don’t leave yours as he releases you, flips it, and offers you the hilt. “A gift.”

“Thank you,” you say, hoping your voice holds firm, and reach for the dagger.

A hand flashes from behind you with a plea of, “Allow me, my lady,” from a guard.

Feyd, tisked, pulling it out of reach. “It is not a gift for you.”

You’re unceremoniously knocked aside when the guard steps between you. “She will be given it after an inspection.”

“An inspection is unnecessary,” you hiss, face warming. It was embarrassing enough he’d managed to catch you and your court so off guard. But to openly suspect him of intending harm, after such a brazen display of weakness, would cement the failure of any good relations between your houses. Your father would never forgive you.

“He poisons his blades,” the guard insists, not quietly enough.

Feyd-Rautha’s laugh is harsh. He turns to the Harkonnens behind him, lifts his arms, and bellows, “He worries I poison the blade!” It humors them. Rabben guffaws as if he’s never heard a funnier joke. When he faces you again his black grin is even wider. He stares down the guard as he slices the blade across his open palm. Blood soils the blade and drips on the stone beneath him. His eyes shift to you again. His tongue juts out. In a grotesque exhibition he licks it. “Death does not wait for you in my hands today.”

“I never suspected it did, Na-Baron,” you agree, stepping around the guard. He moves to stop you, but a harsh glare has him backing down. There’s still a chance to save this. Appease the Harkonnens and quell your father’s resentment you can feel rolling off him in waves behind you. Feyd offers the hilt again and you take it. The blade slices across your own palm without hesitation, your blood joining his on the stone. You extend your hand to him again.

a/n: my first fic! any thoughts would be appreciated 🥰

be my muse

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#feyd x reader #feyd rautha x reader #feyd x you #feyd smut #dune part two #feyd rautha x you #stolen destiny

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fangirleaconmigo · 1 year

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for 'I can't believe it's canon', what about Jaskier/Dandelion's youthful looks? I know it's common fanon to make him at least part elf or fae or some other type of creature to explain the longevity, but i think in canon he's just like that? Babyfaced?

Hello dear! Ok, so,

Dandelion's looks and longevity/(and potential elven lineage) in the books, now with English and original Polish versions.

Alright, in order to answer this ask, I conferred with the wonderful and helpful @cherrypoison1889, who is Polish and has the books and is willing to indulge my obsessive absurdity.

(In my post about Geralt and Religion, I put out a request for any Polish fan of the books who wouldn't mind me bothering them with silly and ridiculous questions occasionally to get in touch. Cherry was kind enough to dm me.)

Basically, my meta has powered up. XD I now have a partner in crime. I am going to include our conversations about the words used in the original Polish and in the English translation to describe Dandelion.

We are just having very silly fun here, this isn't academic or anything pls my god, if you want academic or authoritative consult a doctor (phd in languages and whatnot). This is just fun, that's all.

Ok, so we know Dandelion looks young for his age.

In The Blood of Elves, which takes place AFTER the first two short story collections, Djikstra says that Dandelion looks like he is in his late twenties, even though he is in his late thirties. Here is what he says.

"...I know you're almost forty, look almost thirty, think you're just over twenty, and act as though you're barely ten."

So he looks a good ten years younger than he is and This is in Blood of Elves, which for TWN fans is around S2.

We also know he is a 'pretty boy'.

Dandelion is called pretty, by the narrative and other characters.

When Angoulême is being interrogated in The Tower of Swallows, and she is asked who Geralt is traveling with, she describes Dandelion like this....

"...a comely fellow called Dandelion, who's a troubadour, and carries a lute."

So she uses the term comely, which in English is typically usually used to describe women. I think that's the first time I've heard that word used to describe an adult man. Here's how Oxford dictionary defines it:

Comely: pleasant to look at; attractive (typically used of a woman).

So to me, this implies a pretty boy and yes the baby face.

I asked Cherry about what the Polish word is, and here is their answer:

Angouleme calls Jaskier "Przystojniak" in Polish, which is colloquial of Handsome Fellow (see also the word Przystojny, which means Handsome). This word is generally used only to describe men, but has been, in the past, also applied to women

So, there is some subtle gender-y stuff going on in that translation, but either way, he is considered good looking.

Then I asked Cherry about whether Dandelion is really often mistaken for an elf. There is a passage in the English translation that suggests that he is, but the wording in English is a bit ambiguous and slightly awkward.

In the process, Cherry and I found that there is a word in that section that changes pretty significantly in translation, suggesting again that he is very pretty.

Dandelion and longevity or elven lineage:

As far as his longevity, there is never at indication that he is part elf except that sometimes he is mistaken for an elf. The English translation implies that this is because of his style, but the original Polish implies it is his pretty face as well.

In Baptism of Fire, Geralt and Dandelion are in a forest, caught in a thunderstorm. They happen near a group of men who are waiting to meet elves and the men call to them:

"Over here, Master Elves!"

Geralt is not surprised by this mistake, as visibility is low, and they are both wrapped in grey elven mantels. Also, apparently, this is a regular occurrence for Dandelion. The book says:

"As far as the foppish Dandelion was concerned, he was regularly mistaken for an elf or a half-elf, particularly since he had begun wearing his hair shoulder-length and taken up the habit of occasionally curling it with tongs."

Ok, so, the English translation uses the phrase 'as far as...Dandelion was concerned', which could mean two different things. It could mean "regarding Dandelion," or "according to Dandelion." So I asked Cherry what it says in Polish.

fangirleaconmigo

So that phrase in english could basically say that dandelion WAS regularly mistaken for an elf

OR OR OR

it could mean that he CLAIMS he is regularly mistaken for an elf

cherrypoison1889

So, in Polish it is that Dandelion is often mistaken for an elf or half-elf.

fangirleaconmigo

ok, so it isn't that he claims it, but that he IS mistaken for an elf.

ok perfect. thank you.

cherrypoison1889

As in, it's other's opinion that he looks like an elf

Then, Cherry asked me about the word foppish, and we realized that the original word in Polish has quite different connotations!

Foppish, in English, generally refers to a man who is "concerned with one's clothes and appearance in an affected and excessive way." (Oxford dictionary)

So, an English speaker sees this word as a commentary on Dandelion's vanity and clothing. But actually the Polish word is different. Here is what Cherry said:

cherrypoison1889

In Polish it's "Gładysz", which means someone with a smooth, unblemished visage (see also the word Gładki, which means smooth)

fangirleaconmigo

the word they translated to foppish?

cherrypoison1889

Yep, that's the word. So, 1 count for Dandy being called a pretty pretty boy <3

fangirleaconmigo

haha that's awesome thank you

cherrypoison1889

So in english, you could say he's described slightly more pejoratively?

fangirleaconmigo

foppish it's less about his attractiveness and more about his own vanity or obsession with appearance.

just stylish and vain basically

you could see that negatively, as interest in appearance is often looked down upon in men, (eta: unfairly of course, in macho cultures, not by me obviously) but not everyone does see it as negative. but yes, it has more potential for negative implications

cherrypoison1889

Just looked it up in a dictionary, apparently Gładysz also means someone who is nice, i.e. kind

So in Polish it's just he's a sweet pretty boy uwu

fangirleaconmigo

ah interesting! so the original word has better implications all around

that's so cute

cherrypoison1889

Baby boy baby

So, there is no conclusive evidence for Dandelion being part elven, other than just the fact that he is mistaken for one. He is a pretty pretty boy who looks young for his age.

But since he looks like an elf, there's a bit of fertile ground to headcanon it. It's not canon but it's a reasonable use or extrapolation of canon! Would he even know if he were like a quarter elf? Who knows? We don't even know where Lettenhove is. Go crazy!

So, TWN accidentally not aging him turned out to be not too 'off canon'. And it is no surprise that he is often head-canoned as part elf.

Actually I think Hexer actually makes him part elf as well. Hell, I make him part elf in most of my fics.

So there's no canon evidence? But it's not an outrageous thing to headcanon or anything.

THANK YOU CHERRY FOR DOING THIS WITH ME. IT'S SO FUN BEING A NERD WITH YOU ABOUT TRANSLATIONS.

#asks #the witcher

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falene · 5 months

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🌿✿ 𝔄𝔪𝔬𝔯 ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔢 ✿🌿

Thanks @zinebash for holding a zine event centered around Middle-ages! This opportunity finally pushed me to analyze and imitate early Medieval art and mixing it with my own style - something I've wanted to try for a long time! In the span of 7 pages I narrated the story of a secret love; usually, secret loves between a dame and her knight are sung by troubadours (hence the title, Courtly Love). Just, what if the relationship had been between two women?

Full zine under the cut!

#queer art #middle ages #medieval art #medieval history #women in history #sapphic art #sapphic #wlw art #zinebash04 #zine work #sketch #medieval #illuminated manuscript #zine

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the-doctor-3000 · 8 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 {The Witcher x F!Reader}

1: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (pt. 1)

The chirping of birds woke the nineteen-year-old y/n up. She cracked her eyes open, having a difficulty to do so due to the light of the sun, and found herself laying in a forest. She sat up slowly, clenching the pendant that was hanging around her neck tightly and looked around in sheer confusion.

How did she even end up here? She was on a mission with her siblings. Knowing that it didn't include the woods. She quickly searched around for her stuff. She had her seraph blade, her stele was on her jacket's pocket along with a sensor and her witchlight stone. She stood up on her feet with a small stumble and continued to look at her surroundings confused.

The air was clearer, deprived of pollution. It was nice but scary too.

Where was she? Had she been teleported there and how?

Not expecting to get any answers from just standing there and staring, she walked her way out of the forest. Or at least tried to. No sign of a city but a small village. Too medieval-like for her own liking.

Hopefully the mundanes were just filming a movie with that theme. As she approached, her nostrils picked up some unpleasant smells which caused her to gag in disgust.

It smelled worse than a farm or litter boxes. She had been to villages before but none of them smelled like that.

She went pass a few locals, all of them dressed in medieval styled peasant clothing, and some gave her some odd looks while others minded their own business. Y/n's brows furrowed. She looked around, expecting to see some cameramen filming the entire thing or the staff.

She saw none.

What she did see was a cart, drawn by two piebald mares. She tilted her head to the side as she cautiously followed and examined the people on it.

Three. The driver. Nothing too unusual for the theme of the movie - if it was a movie; he was wearing sheepskin over his bare skin and his hair reached his brows. Next to him sat another man; that one was slim, he was wearing a fancy bonnet with a heron's feather decorating it. She noticed that he was holding a lute. A troubadour, she mentally noted.

Her eyes trailed to the man next to him. He was skinny, unhealthy pale and had milky loose hair. What she could make of his appearance from the far back was that he was a warrior of sorts.

She didn't know what but there was something about that man that piqued her interest. If her brothers were there they would be able to restrain her from going off to satisfy her curiosity. Her sister, though, would go along with her.

The white haired male spoke to the driver and he brought the horses to a halt. Y/n didn't know why but she felt like the white haired man could tell that she was following them.

Her suspicion was confirmed as he jumped out of the cart, daggers on each side and a steel sword on the back, and approached her.

She came to a halt as she gasped instinctively. His face. She had seen worse but there was something unsettling about him. His eyes were frightening and cat-like and there was something about him. . . Cold and threatening.

Her fingers tried to reach for her blades but he spoke. "Why are you following us?"

His voice was just as unsettling as the rest of his appearance. It was very unpleasant and hoarse. Y/n never had encountered anyone like him. She had seen things and yet this man made her feel afraid.

Why? She had killed demons, a man with a disturbing appearance should be nothing compared to her previous encounters.

He asked her again. More demanding but still calm. "Well?"

She flinched but finally found her voice. "I am sorry." She apologised and thought that the truth would be the best answer. "I am new around. . . . here and you three looked like an interesting bunch. Would it, ah, be alright to tag along until I find a way back?"

He seemed to think about it. His inhuman eyes stared into hers as if he were examining her. "Where are you from?"

"Manhattan, New York."

He arched a white brow. "Come again? Is this a new kind of joke?"

"Why would---? Listen, if you don't know where it is then just say so." She said, irritation building its way to her chest. "Don't have to act as if it doesn't exist."

"That's because it doesn't. Never heard of such place."

The seriousness in his tone made it difficult for y/n to tell whether he was messing with her or not. She crossed her arms over her torso, trying to keep a straight face and mask her worry. "Then where exactly am I?"

"Near Lower Posada, Dol Blathanna."

She barked a laugh. "Okay okay! That's creative but, for real, where am I?"

"Do I look like someone who is joking?"

Her hair went up like wires and a chill went down her spine. She croaked nervously, "Probably not."

There was a long silence between. The man's travelling companions were observing this interraction from afar, seeming quite interested to see how this would evolve. The bard was the most intrigued by it out of the two. Y/n avoided making eye contact with the man standing in front of her, her gaze was fixated on the medallion around his neck. It was made out of silver and had the shape of a wolf's head.

The longer she thought about it the more scared she became that maybe she was indeed in another universe and/or time period. Everything looked far too real, they smelled like it too, to be just a film production and the actors decided to mess with her.

Then it hit her. How could he, a mundane, see her? The glamour should have made it impossible unless, of course, he wasn't human himself but he didn't look like any of the Downworlders she had known of. The only distinct feature about him which only fit the warlocks' was his eyes, which were cat-like, but she could tell that he wasn't one. Mostly due to the fact that he was carrying weapons and, as far as she knew, warlocks needn't any of those. Not when they had their magic.

She gathered up some courage and spoke, "Do you---" She cut herself, thinking carefully of her next words and tried to make eye contact without flinching. Her mother and father always told her to stare someone in the eyes when speaking or else it would make her seem like a fool. "Is it alright to stay with you until I figure a way to return to my home? I promise that I won't get in the way of whatever it is that you are doing."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "And what is that you think I'm doing?"

Y/n shrugged. "Don't know and don't care. It's not my business either way as long as you don't cause any trouble that is."

"Hm."

He just hummed. No comment or any reply, just a hum. Y/n didn't know what to make of that guy but she followed him when he nodded for her to do so. They went to the cart and there was yet again an uneasy silence.

"I'm y/n Lightwood, by the way." She introduced herself to him, with a smile, hoping to at least learn his name. When he didn't respond, she quickly added. "Sorry if I crossed over any boundaries. It's just that people usually tell their names when they make an acquaintance." No response still. "So, ah, what's your name?"

"Geralt of Rivia."

"Geralt of Rivia." She tested his name, mispronouncing it completely, sounding like 'Jerald'. She noticed from the corner of her eye, his scarred eye twitching a little.

At least she got a reaction.

Not wanting to make things worse, she decided not to speak any further. When they reached the cart, the troubadour was the first one to acknowledge her.

"Ah! And who is your feminine friend, Geralt?" The bard asked, his cornflower blue eyes though were fixated on her.

He seemed pleasant, he looked like it too. His attitude so far was also friendly. She gave him a small smile, "I'm y/n. Y/n Lightwood."

As Geralt climbed on the cart, the bard hopped out. He took her hand and gingerly planted a kiss on the back of. "Charmed. I am Master Dandilion! A poet, a minstrel and a bard."

She chuckled, her cheeks flushing red a little. "Yeah, I got that. The lute gave it away."

"Would you be interested in hearing one of my ballads, my fair lady?"

An exasperated groan came from Geralt. Y/n was yet again curious but also bored.

"Music is the perfect way to pass the time while driving, so yeah!" She said with a warm smile gracing her features.

Dandilion beamed with joy.

She climbed the cart, Dandilion followed, and she was inbetween him and Geralt. The driver did not question her and continued. Y/n continued paying attention to Dandilion, too scared or uncomfortable to look at Geralt.

Disclaimer: I don't own the The Witcher nor the pictures/gifs, all credit goes to the original creators. This is a crossover between the Witcher and the Shadowhunter Chronicles. This will be based on the books and *not* the Netflix series and the story will be according to the books (though I'll add some scenes of my own and/or change some things in order for the mc to fit in the story).

This fanfiction will be also published on quotev.

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Pierre Révoil Joan of Arc imprisoned in Rouen

Pen and brown ink, watercolor, and wash on two sheets of laid paper, mounted together on a sheet of laid paper, 48 x 68,2 cm, 1819

#pierre révoil #saint #joan of arc #jeanne d'arc #martyr #19th century #troubadour style

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could you do another musician ig blurb thingy with Suki Waterhouse as the fc?? i love these things so much

rockstar girlfriend!reader x matty healy instagram blurb

FC: Suki Waterhouse

yninstagram look hot, feel hot. thanks seattle.

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ynfan1 already got post-concert depression

trumanblack you’re right.

>yninstagram i know <33

ynfan2 she’s so ethereal omg

ynfan3 only 3 more days until my showwwww

yninstagram san francisco, you were lush.

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charli_xcx how is my bff so hot

>yninstagram no, you!

ynfan1 I LOVE YOUUUU

ynfan2 i cried so hard

trumanblack fit

yninstagram I love you, San Jose. Unfortunately you were upstaged just a little by a surprise backstage…

TAGGED: trumanblack

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ynfan1 omg im dying she’s so hot

ynfan2 OH MY GOD WAS MATTY AT MY SHOW???

yninstagram when in doubt, boyfriend’s shirt

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ynfan1 i hope matty knows how lucky he is

trumanblack oh thats where that shirt went

>yninstagram sorryyyyy

ynfan2 omg yn in matty cosplay

ynfan3 style icon of our generation

yninstagram cause you got that James Dean daydream look in your eyeeeeeeeee

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ynfan1 yn on 1989tv WHEN???

ynfan2 omg im obsessed with this look

charli_xcx queen

>yninstagram love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

yninstagram The Troubadour. I’m so thankful for everyone that helped me get to perform at my dream venue. I love you all.

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ynfan1 shut up im crying rn

ynfan2 im so obsessed with that top but i KNOW it’ll be like thousands of dollars

ynfan3 how can someone look so beautiful???

trumanblack very proud. Xx

yninstagram San Diegooooo!!! Thank you for having me!!

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ynfan1 I WAS THEREEEEE

ynfan2 please come to italy!!!

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yninstagram via instagram stories:

Caption: miss u

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ynupdates YN and Charli XCX at an event for New York Fashion Week

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ynfan1 idk if i wanna be them or date them

1975fan1 matty and george better learn to fight because I AM COMING FOR THEM

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trumanblack via instagram stories:

Caption: my girl is hotter than yours

#matty healy x reader #matty healy blurb #matty healy imagine #matty healy fic

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foxes-that-run · 5 months

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Peace and Harry's Peace Ring

One Direction had a tour break starting in Harry's hometown of Manchester on the 20 April 2013. He arrived in LA alone on the 23rd without the ring (left). It was first seen when he left LA on the 28 April 2013 (right). It was only a 9 day break between the UK and Paris, the rest of the band stayed in the UK.

20 April - One Direction perform in Manchester, no ring. This performance is in This is Us (37 minutes in) when they sing Teenage Dirtbag in Manchester 20 April. Taylor in Tampa (Red Tour, I almost do Surprise Song) and starts a 5 day break.

21 April - Harry stayed with his mum who beat him a scrabble, he posted the board to Instagram and saw friends

22 April - When the Holmes Chapel/Bakery scenes are shot for This is Us. (no ring)

23 April - Harry arrives alone in LA without the ring

24 April - Neither Harry or Taylor seen.

25 April - First day Ring is seen. Harry has dinner with Rod Stewart, Rod then plays the Troubadour and Harry stayed at Rod Stewarts house. You can see the ring in photo holding a doggy bag. Taylor in Cleveland (The best day surprise song)

26 April - Harry attends an Instagram party in LA, leaves at 9 and posts photos with Instagram and Facebook execs. Celebs post photos with him, his hand is hidden in photos. It's the anniversary of Facebook's acquisition. Taylor in Indianapolis. (Mine)

27 April - Taylor in Lexington. (Our Song)

28 April - Harry posts photo of sunglasses on beach. Taylor photographed in a gym in Los Angles. Harry leaves LAX wearing the ring and there is an absolutely insane mob because he is there alone with no security.

29 April - Arrives in Paris alone, still wearing ring, described as a riot. The ring is in This is Us in Paris

So we don't know, I actually think he bought the ring himself as a reminder, but it could have been a gift.

Louis stayed in the UK, he rode the Orient Express in London with Eleanor and her mum on 26 April, 3 days before the Paris show. To be clear, Louis, was in the UK and Harry in the US when he got it.

Have Harry or Taylor marked 22 - 24 April

I don't think it is an anniversary, but they have marked it, at first it was Harry, but he stopped when Taylor started dating Calvin and Joe. Taylor stopped and he stopped wearing the ring after she released Peace.

2012 - 23rd Taylor's instagram story about him kissing a girl in NZ and they broke up. Harry then got the Never Gonna Dance Again tattoo (song about regretting infidelity). So in 2013 he got the ring on the anniversary of this - Maybe it represents being faithful, an agreement of some sort or about insane media about them.

2013 - Harry went to LA and started wearing the ring

2014 - Harry's fern Tattoos were first seen (healed) on 26 April covering "might as well..." on his lower hip.

2016 - 23rd Harry tweeted "it's not the Ribbons in your Hair" Cars - Just what I Needed lyrics, about not minding anything because a person is who they needed.

2018 - 23rd Taylor played Angels with Robbie Williams at Wembley.

2019 - 23rd Taylor played Time 100 show w/Style, Delicate & NYD

2020 -23rd Taylor shared a photo of Olivia. Folklore 24 July.

2023 - 23rd Taylor Eras surprise song - Begin Again from Red

Wish You Would and Clean

Taylor wrote Wish you Would while on tour in May 2013 "it's about this guy that drives down the street and passes his ex-girlfriend's house and he thinks she hates him but she doesn't."

On 18 May Taylor posted Roses to IG and with a Gatsby quote that things do not grow.

Clean was written 10 months after Harry started wearing the Peace Ring, on 9 February 2014. "Ten months older, I won't give in / Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it"

Harry wore the Peace Ring pretty consistently

Harry wore on his left ring or middle finger pretty consistently up to 2020 and played with it when singing romantic songs or in interviews.

Taylor wrote Peace in 2020

It is thought of as a promise ring, to me I think Harry and Taylor agreed to be together in the future, when they were less famous. Taylor foreshadowed Lover in the Red Liner notes and planned the album when she was 30. Closer to the time saying she thought it would one of her last. It wasn't though, and Folklore was largely about her feelings about Harry and included Peace.

Peace is about Taylor's fame making it difficult to love her. It references to Joe Alwyn's brother in the second verse, which Harry doesn't have so it's not thought to be about Harry. However, the first verse with coming of age also doesn't work for Joe who was 25 when they met, but does if you made a promise to an 19 year old 8 years earlier. I think the first verse may explain why Harry stopped wearing the ring a few months after it came out:

"Our coming-of-age has come and gone / Suddenly, this summer, it's clear / I never had the courage of my convictions" [...] "'Cause it lives in me / No, I could never give you peace" [...] All these people think love's for show / But I would die for you in secret / The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me / Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?"

It was replaced by the Pearl ring in March 2021

Harry started wearing the pearl ring in March 2021, below you can see he has worn them together sometimes. The Peace ring has appeared a few times after the pandemic:

Bowery Ballroom Session for Fine Line February 29 2020 and in the Vogue Cover in December. Last pre-pandemic show at the Bowery, it's on his wedding finger.

He wore it the day before their 20 May anniversary on the Today show appearance on May 19 and Harry's House release.

7, 8, 9, 11, 15, 22, 27, 28, 29, 30, September 2022, LOT shows (MPM press)

2, 3, 6, 8, 9 and 10 October 2022, LOT shows

Last seen Love on Tour wrap up being tipped out of a bag

Harry had worn a ring in the past, on 13 February 2012 Harry wore a ring to dinner with the whole band in Paris. It looks darker than the Peace ring, but can't really be seen. He didn't wear it in interviews the next day or wear rings reliably till 2013.

#haylor #harry styles #taylor swift #peace #peace ring #folklore #Harry’s rings #Harry's Rings

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No one can claim that I'm fast, but hey! I finally had a moment to sit down and find some fics for a lovely anon who wandered into my inbox looking for classical musician!larry. A few of these are a little bit of a stretch, but hopefully there's something here you enjoy! You'll see little blue hearts along with a lil comment from me on those I have read (admittedly not that many, oops) This is definitely an AU I'd love to see more fic for! It's possible there's more out there, alas it doesn't seem to be commonly tagged. Make sure to tag your fics folks! It makes filtering for things like this so much easier! 💙

🎼 the school of extraordinary lovers // stylinsoncity @stylinsoncity - 191k "We keep telling the other, I love you and I love you, and we do, though we both know where the knives are." - Laura Van Prooyen

harry is a third-year witch and violinist at Laitswold, the only magical academy in the UK, with dreams of taking on the world, and hopefully breaking the centuries-old curse on his family while he's at it. he does not dream of facing off against his childhood rival and duet partner, but louis is back in town after six years abroad, so that's exactly what happens.

🎼 Love Is A Rebellious Bird // 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews - 134k AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

💙 zannithinks: one of those 'classics' that many love! I really enjoyed this fic, and as someone who hears Bolero every year at a local festival I think of this fic often

🎼 Saving Symphony Hall // HelloAmHere @helloamhere - 124k “I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

💙 zannithinks: I looooove this one! A well developed world and lovable OC's, this is definitely the first fic I think of when I think Larry and Classical Music

🎼 Where Words Fail, Music Speaks // Larry_you_know @larryyouknow - 45k Louis is a world class violinist. He’s one year over forty, living his best life in New York. One day, he comes to a small town in Connecticut where he inherited a house from his late father. The town looks nice and its people welcome him warmly. The problem is that Louis never knew his father and he doesn’t intend to change anything about it - his father can stuff his last will up his treacherous ass. In a strange coincidence, Louis meets town troubadour Harry, who seems wonderful to him just right until he reveals that Louis’ father was like a dad to him.

Even though Louis tries to convince himself that it shouldn’t - it hurts.

🎼 Until You Remember // Throwthemflowers - 21k Talented London pianist Louis Tomlinson moves to a small coastal town to escape the elites of his job and the mundanity of his life. Through the music of Debussy he finds a charming, wonderful friend in Harry Styles, the fiancé of the town's mayor. Louis thinks his pining is in vain until he discovers that all may not be as it seems….

🎼 And I'll Be Here When Only the Silence Remains // louisniall @louisniaii - 19k The one where Louis is a top notch mute violinist and Harry might just be the person he trusts most

🎼 Back to the Sign, and Play Through the End // tomlinsunshine - 17k Louis is a globally renowned pianist; Harry is the worst page turner this world has ever known.

🎼 Take more of my space, why don't you? // otfuckingp - 10k Of course, the universe is not on Louis’ side, nor on the side of his mental health. Just as he starts to think they might get away with this empty seat -- yes, they. He and Instrument Man are in this together, a united front against the forces of any more people-- one more person steps onto the plane. He bypasses the first fifteen rows without so much as a falter, but the fact that he slows around 17 gives Louis pause. There aren’t many empty seats in this section... Surely not. Surely the universe wouldn’t be so cruel as to do this to him.

And then there’s another body landing in the seat next to Instrument Man. Well, “landing” might be too polite. Crashing, is more like it. Within the first ten seconds, he’s elbowed instrument Man in the side, dropped something on the floor, and nearly tripped a stewardess with the exuberant flailing of his legs. All in all, completely shattering the tentative silence in row 21 DEF. Fuck.//

Harry and Louis meet on a plane. Louis is not impressed, until he is.

🎼 What is simple in the moonlight, never really is. // judgementdays @judgementdays - 5k And then they're talking, like they always do on late nights. They talk about the future, about the cute girl who was checking Harry out at Tesco's, about the cute boy who asked for Louis' number the other day. They mostly end up talking about their auditions for the school of their dreams, though.

Louis plays piano and Harry plays guitar and they're both trying to get into Juilliard but feelings sort of happen.

🎼 Play Me Something Sweet // nonsensedarling @absolutenonse - 4k “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Louis says. Harry just looks at him and lifts an eyebrow in silent question. “How about if you pretend I’m your cello as you try it out, like we used to?” Or Harry's good at a lot of instruments, but his favorite one to play is Louis.

💙 zannithinks: this one is spicey!!!!

🎼 And I've got something missing tonight. // whisperedbrave @louistomlindaughter - 2k That night, much like many others, he finishes his dinner and falls asleep to the sound of his neighbor and his piano.

or the one where Harry's upstairs neighbor plays the piano every night. one night he stops and Harry can't sleep.

#tracksintheam #trackinghome #hlficlibrary #hlcreators #hljournal #larry stylinson #larry #larry fic #larry fanfic #one direction #harry styles #louis tomlinson #1d library #1dlibrary #zanni fic rec #still not sure how that became a tag i use #classical musicians #fic rec

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