#✨ ′ i'm alone and that's all there is to it ⦗ musing ⦘

[salvatcrechild]

       on october  8, 1881,   a  celestial  event  occurred  where  the  gemini  coven  entrapped  their  first  prisoner  into  a  prison  world.   the  idea  of  siphoners  turning  into  heretics  was  something  that  the  coven  feared.   true  abominations  with  the  bloodlust  of  a  vampire  &&  the  power  of  witches,  only  made  them  a  huge  threat  in  the  natural  world.   so  during  a  meteor  shower,  with  the  help  of  a  bennett  witch,  they  successfully  trapped  their  first  prisoner  &&  were  on  the  move  to  find  lily  &&  her  coven  of  heretics.

[mischiefmanagers]

Azriel Fic Rec Library pt. 2 🦇💙

I'm back with another list of one hundred Azriel x Reader and Azriel x OC fics for the Azriel lovers out there! these are in no particular order. enjoy!! ✨

🌼 personal favorite 🥀 angst 💞 fluff 🔥 smut

by @ellievickstar

River Side Confessions 💞

by @itsphoenix0724

Peony 💞

Gardenia 🥀💞🌼

Hold Me Gently 🥀🔥

by @azrielslostshadow

I see you 💞

lemon tart 💞🌼

by @imaginesmai

i love you 🥀

right around the corner 🌼

Something new 🔥

by @daycourtofficial

Cassian is a Nosy Busybody Who Can’t Keep to Himself 💞

We’re Bumping Booties, Having Us a Ball 💞

Prophesize Me 💞

Love Potion No. 9 💞

Everything is Not As it Seems 🥀

Your Love is My Drug 🔥💞

by @lidiasloca

even in sickness 💞

by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

only you my girl 💞

Pretty like the wind 💞🥀🌼

by @gothicbabydollz

more than a distraction 🥀🔥

by @azrielslightintheshadows

Princess 🥀

Best mistake 💞

Scary mate 💞

Failed proposal 💞🥀

Oops 💞

by @thesunloveschips

Eye of the Storm🌼

by @azriels-shadowsinger

Confessions 🥀

by @writingcroissant

As a Trophy 🥀🔥

by @tadpolesonalgae

Milestones 💞

The Secret World of Borrowing

Unchained 🔥

The Dregs of Tragedy

by @spellbookd

Little Mouse 🔥

by @serpentandlily

Untouchable 🥀

Mystique 💞🌼

Arcane 💞🌼

Scared to be Happier 🥀🔥

by @angelshadowsinger

Assistance 🔥

by @batboylover

mating bond snaps with a stranger 💞

Rhysand's Sister 🥀

protective w/ pregnant mate 💞

degradation gone wrong 🔥🥀

by @sxnktaalxna

Threads

by @mika-no-sekai-blog

Mirror, Mirror 🥀

Not my cup of tea 🥀💞

by @florencemtrash

The Artificer 💞

by @readychilledwine

Losing Forever 🥀

Love and 100 Other Lies 🥀💞🌼

Cat and Mouse

Whispers in the Dark 🔥

Lollipop

The Last Cabin on the Left 💞

Past and Future - Threefold 💞

Breathe 🔥

by @sarahs-library

Forgotten 🥀

by @parkerslatte

Drawn to You 🥀💞

Strings That Bind Us 🥀💞

Not Fated 🔥🥀

by @fieldofdaisiies

Just a Little Bit of Your Heart 🥀💞

by @fairydustblossom

losing control 🥀💞

encroaching promises 🥀🌼

by @mxigo

soul sick 🥀

by @leafsandstarlight

Bad Idea, Right? 🔥🌼

Never the One 🥀

Inadvertently Yours

by @jeannineee

Resolve 🥀

by @lure-of-writing

forgotten anniversary 🥀

by @danikamariewrites

Binx 💞

I Just Feel You 💞

Back Off 🥀💞

Alone? 💞

I'm Married 💞

Combined Aesthetics 💞🌼

by @theostrophywife

in my head. 🔥

by @cosmic-whispers

Control 🥀

by @artists-ally

Only Me and the Devil Know🔥

Train Wreck 🥀🌼

Smoke on the Water

by @soulessjourney

Autumn's Whispered Secrets 💞

by @aroseinvelaris

Guardian Angel 💞

by @pricklepearbloom

Late for Dinner 🥀

Baked With Love 🥀💞

by @moonlightazriel

Fake it until you make it… 🥀💞

by @lalacliffthorne

sleepy in the library 💞

sunday mornings 💞

when Azriel has a nightmare 🥀💞

by @whisperingmidnights

To Long-Forgotten Gods 💞🔥

by @sapchat

We Are Not Our Fathers 💞

by @thelov3lybookworm

Don't grieve 🥀

Babysitting 💞

by @throneofsapphics

bad idea 💞

by @throneofsmut

Size Difference 🔥

Hunter/Prey 🔥

by @shadowdaddies

The Greatest Casualty 🥀

by @fever-fluff

Home

Cats Out of the Bag, Claws and All 🥀

Take my Hand 🥀💞

by @thevanserrras

Tricks For Treats 💞🔥

by @moonlightazriel

Mask Off

by @azsazz

Midnight Muse 🥀💞🌼

by @acourtofmenandthirst

Love You In The Dark 🥀

[mclarenviolet]

To Be Alone With You

Astarion x GN!Reader

Warnings: Reference to smut if you squint, fluff fluff fluff

WC: 300+

A/N: Just a short snippet of one of the millions of Astarion ideas in my head rn because I'm desperate to share them with you all lmao, longer fics with this absolute babygirl of a vampire to come soon 👀 Title inspired by this Hozier song I was listening to whilst writing ✨

The campfire crackles softly, casting dancing shadows across the makeshift camp. Astarion's gaze never strays far from you, his usually sharp eyes softened with concern. The battle had been fierce, leaving you battered and fatigued but your racing mind unable to let you sleep.

"You should rest," his voice low and gentle as he approaches you. His fingers brush against your arm, a touch that still sends a shiver down your spine despite how many close nights you have already shared together over many months of travelling. "I'll keep watch tonight."

You offer him a tired smile, grateful for his presence. "I appreciate that," you reply, your voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude. "But I can't just lie down while you do all the work."

Astarion's lips quirk into his signature smirk, his eyes holding a playful glint. "Oh you never do, darling." he muses with a teasing tone, his fingers lingering against your arm. "Very well, have it your way. But don't push yourself too hard."

Together, the two of you sit by the campfire, the warmth of the flames chasing away the chill of the night. Astarion's watchful gaze never wavers, his sharp senses attuned to every sound and movement around you. Despite the weariness that clings to you, there's a strange comfort in his presence, a sense of safety that allows you to relax your mind.

Your head rests against his shoulder, and you relish in the cool smoothness of his bare shoulder against your cheek. You close your eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion that has been gnawing at you all evening.

The warmth and steady crackle of the fire eventually lulls you into a peaceful slumber as Astarion's gaze shifts from the flames to you, his fingers continuing their gentle caress. He watches over you, his heart swelling with a feeling he will not allow himself to name, and a soft smile graces his lips. "Sleep well, my dear."

A/N: Thank you for reading 🥺 Super excited to write a lot more for my snarky vampire husband and appreciate any feedback as always!

[neonscandal]

This week is Sk8 3rd anniversary.... So for celebrating, can I ask a few things :

-Who are your fav character from this series? Why?

-What are your fav moments from this series? -What are your opinions on this fandom's famous ships : Reki/ Langa, Cherry/ Joe, Adam/ Tadashi?

Season 2 and an OVA are coming (eventually)! Which is more than we can say for other series' so I'm going to remain delusionally hopeful. I think it'd be nice if, instead of announcing long awaited continuations, new seasons dropped like Beyonce albums. Without warning and like an unexpected blessing. Just like this ask so thank you for reaching out!

FAVORITE CHARACTER

Sk8 has a wonderful band of idiots who I adore but Cherry is, by far, my favorite. Most specifically through the interactions he has with Joe because they are just so catty and mean to one another but you just know it belies an affection from their entrenched history together whether you consider them a ship them or not.

I love that Cherry had this rebellious era and continues to do so as a respectable adult while juggling such a disciplined craft and career. Like, that dichotomy is just 😘👌🏾. Goals, honestly. He maintains this split by ensuring that his S persona and his everyday persona remain mutually exclusive similar to how Adam conducts himself. Which, now that I'm thinking about it, might be kind of sad but he is, somewhat, of a man of contrasts.

Like, the way his talents splinter is so interesting. He is a founding member of S wherein he remains a threat, an established and respected calligrapher... plus, I feel like he customized Carla himself. What a nerd! Plus, Cherry is so gender. ✨

THOUGHTS ON SHIPS

Reki & Langa - idiot x idiot, I love it? But also, how silly to show someone something you love so intensely only for that love to envelope them so completely. Both in how they receive your hobby but also in how they just become a part of your life. Plus, Langa sees Reki's strengths that he takes for granted and its so necessary because they both think the sun shines out of each others' ass. Also, I see them as a reincarnation of AshEiji from Banana Fish.

Cherry & Joe - Yes. Was that not evident from above? Yes. They fight like an old (and sassy) married couple and then will have a moment of saccharine sweetness that's just... too much. There's also a hilarious sense of patience Joe must have to adapt to Cherry vs. Kaoru and its more evident because there's who the pair are when they are around others, regardless of who the others are, and then who they are when they're alone. Like, why put on the act, guys? Just kiss already.

Adam & Tadashi - As long as it's consensual, I guess, but I'm sure Tadashi could do better.

Oka & Shadow - Okay, but go with me here. Please thank the chokehold umikochannart had on keeping this ship sailing before they wiped their IG of all evidence.

Adding a few other artists guaranteed to give you the brainrot because I fell down a rabbit hole while looking for umikochann and fan artists deserve so much appreciation for covering the spread when we are awaiting new content so go follow them and join their patreons, buy them a kofi and bark on all their posts because we are not deserving of their labor: angrymorilas, bunbun.ji, @pochiikou and @ratcarney IG.

These artists are my gift to you. As a gift, that means that we should love and appreciate the people whose talents enable us to experience the characters we love even more and be thankful for, however long the stretch, the time that our favorite characters and ships were their muses. And to subsequently not be a prick when their muse changes.

⚠️ Spoiler warning for S1 of SK8 the Infinity anime.

FAVORITE MOMENTS

"Push me, Reki." - needs no explanation.

Reki defending Miya's honor - When you see Miya's backstory, his isolation is really sad and makes him vulnerable to Adam's predation but Reki punched well above his weight to defend Miya and it effectively brought the kid into the fold and I loved that. And that's on the power of friendship. ✨ Reki really subjugated everyone in that friend group and is not appreciated enough for it.

When everyone cockblocked Joe - Not every show needs a beach episode. This one does.

Sia La Luce after hours - the fact that Kaoru, after being bride carried by Joe, broke out of the hospital just to go running back to Joe is just so... beautifully chaotic and unexpected. Add a zest of Jonah Scott murmuring "We're not alone, right, Kaoru?" and I am undone.

When the might of Reki's rain wheels kicked in - Overcame insecurity by utilizing the gift he'd had all along? AGH. So perfect, so proud.

When Reki's laughter melts into that of young Adam's - only because that was really sweet

Not in the show but: sharing this series with my niece and nephew and them loving it just as much as I do. They're pretty young so the Venn Diagram of "Shows I Love" vs "Shows I Can Share With Them As A Discerning Adult" has a pretty narrow overlap. So imagine my surprise when my nephew randomly makes a SK8 joke or observation or when my niece drew fan art of Carla? We also sing and dance and laugh during the intro and outtro so I hope they remember the series affectionately when they're older.

[tortured-gaylor]

from the journal of ava: but daddy i love him notes

according to swifties, this is a little mermaid reference: she gave up her voice to be with the man she loved

idk i haven't seen the little mermaid since i was 5, i'll take their word for it

i just learned these people only raise you to cage you

links back to who's afraid of little old me?: "you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me"

growing up famous, she was never able/allowed to just be or do what she wanted. this is also made clear in the miss americana documentary. seems like scott especially tried to keep her quiet and caged

she has used cage imagery often throughout her career in music videos and visuals (look what you made me do music video, the shadows in the visuals during the midnights set at the eras tour, the speak now ornament, the glass cage in the willow music video,...)

the spotify library installation also had a cage, but the birds were free on another shelf

sarahs and hannahs in their sunday best, clutching their pearls sighing "what a mess" i just learned these people try and save you cause they hate you

this seems to allude to religious people being homophobic. they try and "fix" you by praying for you

she's the odd one out, doesn't fit in with the norm (the sarahs and hannahs)

they slammed the door on my whole world, the one thing i wanted

again with the controlling

is the muse the whole world? is it simply freedom? or is it something else entirely?

now i'm running with my dress unbuttoned, screamin' "but daddy i love him"

like the love story music video

song themes are similar to love story as well with the disapproving father

i'm having his baby... no i'm not but you should see your faces

GAGGED

you should have indeed seen my face

dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid

idk what to tell you

it's queer

her parent (likely her dad) planned her whole life out for her and she fulfilled this "destiny", even if that life doesn't suit her

tendrils tucked into a woven braid

links back to seven: "your braids like a pattern"

the saboteurs protested too much

homophobes

lord knows the words we never heard, just screeching tires and true love

links back to getaway car

this could mean words of acceptance, likely from the church(goers) again

i'll tell you somethin' 'bout my good name it's mine alone to disgrace

she's done being sheltered and ready to make her own decisions, decide who she is all by herself

god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me sanctimoniously performing soliloquies i'll never see, thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me and counteract the chemistry and undo the destiny you ain't gotta pray for me me and my wild boy and all this wild joy if all you want is gray for me, then it's just white noise and it's just my choice

this is her saying people have no business being all up in her relationships. they seem to think they have the moral upper hand and get to decide what's best for her, even if they don't know her or her partner at all

she pulls an uno reverse on them by asking god to save them, just like they did for her

this could mean she's gonna love who she loves, despite what the world wants/expects from her

this calls back to the people "saving" her cause they hate her (so homophobes again)

this is a reach but did they try to strip her of her pride colours and she finally decided to ignore these very loud voices?

scandal does funny things to pride but brings lovers closer

✨ shared trauma ✨

for real though, scandal could be her being outed by whatever tabloid

forced her deeper in the closet, but closer to the (also closeted?) muse

we came back when the heat died down

the scandal forced them to keep a low profile for a bit but they came back (stronger than a '90s trend?)

went to my parents and they came around

reminds me of That™ miss americana scene

also reminds me of how the dad in love story eventually came around

time, doesn't it give some perspective?

there's something in this line but i'm not sure what

[pleasingsatellite]

i love your posts! y/n seems like a real celebrity 😭 could you do one where singer!y/n releases an album and people think its about harry? your choice whether they’re still together or not :) thank you so much!

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yourinstagram new album dropping friday at midnight

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y/nfan1 OMG I CANT WAIT STOP

y/nfan2 she's done it again

harrystyles so proud of you

↳ harryfan1 harry gotta be the muse, she mentions curly hair and green eyes too much for him to not be

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vogue Introducing the real y/n. "Making this album was the greatest time of my life. I felt like I was fully coming into myself with this album and was so lucky to have such amazing people to help me along the way to create something so full of love."

For vogue magazine's June/July issue, y/n opens up about dating in the public eye and how her boyfriend helped her to find herself and find her voice in music. Tap the link in our bio for the full profile.

styled by harry lambert

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y/nfan1 y/n is coming for all the grammy's

harryfan1 how did I already know lamby styled her before even seeing it

yourinstagram thank you so much for allowing me to be the cover star, a dream come true ✨

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yourinstagram I can't believe my baby is out in the world for everyone to hear it. I spent days and nights in the recording studio making this album sound exactly how I envisioned it. Thank you harrystyles for the many coffee trips you went on, you're an angel.

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y/nfan1 it's all I could hope for and dream of it's amazing

harryfan1 album of the year in the bag

y/nfan2 slay queen

harrystyles brown sugar oat milk lattes are my specialty

↳ yourinstagram love you 🥹🫶🏻

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fallontonight y/n is in the studio tonight to talk all about her 3rd album and the meaning behind all those love songs TONIGHT at 11:30/10:30c on nbc!

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y/nfan1 bestie we already know

harryfan1 her and harry are so in love I can't

y'nfan1 those love songs are sickeningly sweet

yourinstagram thanks for having me ❤️

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enews Harry and y/n celebrate the release and success of her 3rd studio album by vacationing in Italy! Despite being a rather private and lowkey couple they packed on the PDA while taking a dip in the ocean later on in the day.

harryfan1 leave them alone, let them have privacy

y/nfan1 he's her biggest supporter

y/nfan2 can't they vacation without ya'll being annoying?

harryfan2 he's so hot I can't

your Instagram stories

okay so reading this back thru I'm realizing I made it more obvious the album was about harry than people guessing so I hope this is still what you wanted! I loved making this and super happy with how it turned out 🫶🏻

[trulybetty]

wip wednesday

happy wednesday all! coming in with a hat trick of wip's as I have three tabs open and can't seem to concentrate on one.

thank you @nerdieforpedro, @wildemaven, @frenchiereading, @thelightsandtheroses & @burntheedges for the wip tags - if you're not following these amazing writers, I suggest you do! I'm very excited about all their wip's 💕

frankie for @undercoverpena's rain challenge 🌧️

Frankie had been so enthusiastic about getting away from the hustle and bustle, spending time together alone, with no nagging responsibilities to answer to. You weren’t too sure you trusted him to pick a cabin after the last time. But the secluded cabin nestled among the towering pines and large oaks you had to admit wasn’t actually a bad choice. It had already ticked boxes with heating that worked and a bathroom that in all its slick white porcelain and subway tiles looked like it belonged in a designer magazine rather than in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

javi p. for @beskarandblasters taylor swift challenge (and maybe a sneaky second entry for jo's rain challenge 😋)

The summer rain of Laredo was supposed to break the humidity, but instead it seemed to just turn it up. You wiped at your eyes, your tears lost to the rain that had soaked through your clothes and clung to your eyelashes. You patted the pockets of your jeans until you found the keys to your truck. You’d hoped that once you’d reached the truck you’d find Javi at your heels. You paused to squint through the endless sheets of rain, half-hoping to see Javi’s figure emerging from the shadows. But he was nowhere to be seen.

then finally joel was nagging me this morning for something not filled with angst and this quote @wildemaven posted this morning has stuck with me.

You shifted in the stillness of the room, straining your ears for the sound of the shower. But instead the only noise was the rhythmic hum and creak of the ceiling fan that whirred above you. You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment at waking up alone, not that you hadn’t spent the last two days in Joel’s constant presence. It was just that this was your last full day before your flight home the next morning, you wanted to soak up as much of him as you could before you had to return to reality.

NPT's for the following: @rhoorl, @bluestar22x, @morning-star-joy, @avastrasposts, @mysterious-moonstruck-musings & @maggiemayhemnj ✨

[acountrygirlsfun]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday ✨

tagged by @exhuastedpigeon <3 I did just post a completed fic yesterday *cough* here *cough* so this is from my next WIP that I'm starting the immediately just in case the muses run off on me 😅 it's a sentinel/guide au spanning season 2 forward.

Buck had a fairly turbulent year with the 118 as a probie. During the first 6 months he made more than one poor choice, both on duty and off. Everything changed at the halfway point when he came online as a sentinel. After that, he was too busy figuring out how he was going to stay a firefighter, and if/how he was going to find a guide, to get into too much trouble. To the point where he really thought in the last month or so that he was proving to his captain and the other firefighters on his shift that he is someone they can trust to have their backs. He thought they were starting to see him as a key part of the team. He certainly thought they saw him as a friend. 

Then they all assumed he was dating multiple women online despite his protests that he wasn’t dating anyone now that he was online as a sentinel, let alone multiple women at once. 

And then his promotion to full firefighter came and went without any kind of acknowledgement from anyone other than Bobby, and he realized maybe he wasn’t as close to his team as he thought.

no pressure tagging: anyone who wants to share!

[floofweaver]

Mismatched, Misunderstood

I don't know if I'll finish this in time before the event ends because my muse is fighting me and motivation is saying no, but I'm posting what I have done so far in case anyone is interested. If I do end up finishing the fic, I'll delete this post.

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Ugh, definitely not him. Swipe left. Ooh, this guy’s cute. Swipe right. Nope, not another jock. Swipe left. Cute, but doubt he’ll match back. Swipe right. Not a football fan. Swipe left. Hmm, cute blonde dude. Damn, look at those muscles. Must be a bodybuilder of some kind. Swipe right. Swipe left.

Placing your phone down with a sigh, you take a sip of your coffee and relax as the warm, sugar-filled drink fills your mouth. It’d been nearly six months since your break-up with Orion. Dating for you had been rough; as had life in general. Certain textures on your tongue or your hands could lead to feeling nauseous. Too many sounds overlapping each other or loud noises all at once could lead to headaches. Socializing was made difficult by many aspects. Like the fact anything you enjoyed usually stuck around tenfold. Some people would watch a show and then move on when it ended. But for you, some shows or movies stuck with you. They became part of you. It was hard finding other people like that to make friends with, let alone dating.

Orion had felt like the perfect match. He showed interest in your artwork, your favourite media, and even indulged in your plushie hoard. Anytime he saw you eyeing a plushie while the two of you were out and about, he’d nudge you or tease you about it. You’d act like you didn’t know what he was talking about, of course, but later on in the day when the two of you returned home; you would then burst out in glee with your feet tippy-tapping away while you held your latest plush to your chest he just gifted you. The exact same plush you were eyeing in the stores earlier.

Little did you know that the gifts were almost always well-timed; meant to distract you from finding the truth. The truth that you discovered months ago that led to the breakup. It was a simple accident, really, but everything fell apart that day. You and Orion were just doing typical apartment cleaning on the weekend, like always, when he suggested you pull up your music playlist on his phone; which was connected to the apartment living room speakers. 

You pulled up YouTube and navigated to your profile, where you had your playlists set up and organized. Today felt like a “✨Hype Up!✨” kind of day, so that was the playlist you went with. Upbeat tunes were always perfect for cleaning. Or rather, dancing while cleaning. And singing. While cleaning… You were just about to press play when the message came through. 

Your heart stopped and you froze. Layla. Layla was messaging Orion again? You felt like you had just been punched in the gut. Layla had been Orion’s ex-fiancee and they hadn’t seen each other in years. Or… so you had thought. Several minutes of silence went by and when Orion finally noticed you hadn’t moved or started the music, that’s when he had come into the living room. You had anxiously asked him if it was a mistake, and that’s when the truth spilled. You were a “terrible lay” and he only tolerated you out of pity. In fact, if it weren’t for him, you probably would’ve killed yourself after Riley’s death, right?

It’s not Orion’s fault that he cheated on you. With his ex-fiance. And a co-worker. And… a married woman. Honestly, you should feel so lucky he chose you. So lucky, in fact, that he started throwing things at you. And yelling at you. At first you were frozen, overwhelmed by emotions and the fact that your relationship that you loved so much was founded on lies. The specifics are a blur, too painful to remember every detail. But at some point during that day, you packed what you could into your car and broke up with Orion. Left him right then and there at the apartment you two previously shared. You ended up staying with a close friend for awhile. It was meant to be temporary, but Sam didn’t have any complaints about hosting you.

Your thoughts about the past were interrupted and you were promptly brought back to the present by the sound of your phone going off. Fly Like An Eagle was playing and you immediately knew it was Sam Wilson. Good ol’ Sam. Thanks to your brother Riley, you had gotten to know Sam. You met Sam through the Department of Veterans Affairs when showing up to volunteer to help war vets with trying to integrate back into society. Sam was a bit of a tough love kind of guy but he was there for you when Riley didn’t come home and he was there for you during your breakup with Orion.

“Hey Sam. What’s up, birdbrain?”

“Ohhh, so it’s like that, is it? Where you at, songbird?”

“Avoiding your dumb face by sipping coffee at The Compass Cafe.”

“Yeah, well this dumb face is missing you down at the centre. Could use your help with today’s luncheon if you’re up for it.”

“Hmm…. Nah, I think I’ll mope here for a few more hours. Maybe they could use my broken heart for a new recipe.”

You were trying to be sarcastic, but Sam could read you well even over the phone. You heard him sigh and let out a soft chuckle. 

“I think they’ve got coffee darker than that, doubt they need your broken heart for any of it. How ‘bout you come down here and tell me about this whole Tinder thing you’re trying out? Then we can go out for burgers and watch TV til we pass out?”

A soft smile was brought to your lips at Sam’s offer. Always the good bro, just like Riley. Oh, he’d let you mope, but not for very long. And not without threats of taking you out on his morning jogs.

“Okay, okay fine. I’ll meet you there, but promise me no morning jogs? I’m okay, Sam, I promise. Just feeling a bit skeptical about the Tinder app and dating in general. Riley had it easy because women would just fawn all over him, but his weirdo sister with a plushie pile rarely gets guys to look twice at her.”

“Alright, Eeyore. Just get your butt down here or I’ll find a way to steal a pair of Falcon Wings to come get you myself.”

You laugh at Sam’s response and end the call, promising you’d be at the centre soon. Tossing your trash on the way out the door, you left the café and crossed the parking lot. Once in your car, you started playing your latest playlist - “☀Hope☀”. It was the playlist you listened to in order to boost your mood and keep your head out of the clouds. As the music started to play, you pulled out of your parking spot and headed out of the parking lot to head for the Veteran Supplement Support Center.

[salvatcrechild]

jacob having feelings for both saltzman twins!! red flags yes, but can you blame him? 👀

[officialdaydreamer00]

I won't say (I'm in love)

in which, irene was in denial and the gang was not having any of that

characters: irene lovejoy, calira (@aqua-beam), ryoko (@i-like-forgs), remy (@identity-theft-101), elyssabeth alcyone (@cookiesandbiscuits), sereia aecor (@azulashengrottospiano)

content: irene in denial, ✨the muses✨, overall just pure fluffy crack energy

notes: disney can't be disney without disney music :) just a light-hearthed mutual shenanigans before the storm ^^

irene was sitting by the well, all alone in the courtyard. the moon was shining brightly on the star filled sky, illuminating her lone figure. in her hand was a single white carnation, bloomed and beautiful in the moonlight. irene lifted it to her face, inhaling the light floral scent with a silly smile as she thought over what had occured a few moments ago.

reality finally dawn on her as she recoiled, ripping the flower away from her face. a tired sigh left her lips, sea green eyes lingering over the carnation in her hand. it left a bitter taste in her mouth, knowing how the prideful, sarcastic dorm leader of ramshackle had been reduced to a lovesick highschool girl. "oh, what's the matter with you, girl..."

unknown to irene, a group of students heard her. it was her close friends, sereia, calira, ryoko, remy, and elyssabeth. elyssabeth recalled having not seen her in the dorm, so she called up the others to help find her.

"irene's in denial again, huh." said sereia.

"i say we play wingman until either one of them confess." suggested calira with a grin.

the group collectively agreed. they were hellbent on making their friend see the feelings she had been denying all this time.

a 'poof' was heard, the group saw their clothes were changed into pristine white chitons and sandals. their hair were held neatly in place with gold headbands. they all turned to a smiling elyssabeth, who was wearing the same outfit. faint hints of magic lingered on her fingertips.

"what can i say, character immersion." she didn't elaborate further.

"If there's a prize for rotten judgment

I guess I've already won that

No man is worth the aggravation

That's ancient history, been there, done that"

they saw irene stood up, brushing the imaginary dust off of her cream coloured chiton. she wandered aimlessly around the courtyard, when she saw a metal cupid figure on a marble pedestal, with his arrow pointing at her. she scowled and lifted her hand, turning the figure facing the other way.

irene glared at the white carnation in her hold, and threw it away. ryoko, who was standing the closest to her, caught it. the group shared a grin, as they began to sing and dance to the song.

"Who d'you think you're kiddin'?

He's the earth and heaven to you

Try to keep it hidden

Honey, we can see right through you

"Girl, you can't conceal it

We know how you're feelin', who you're thinkin' of"

irene, who still didn't notice her friends, sat on a nearby bench with her face propped up with her hands. ryoko was nudged towards her as he dangled the carnation over her face.

irene shook her head and moved again with a long, exasperated "noo...", to which ryoko huffed.

"No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no

(Doo-doo) You swoon, you sigh

Why deny it? Uh-oh

It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love...

Shoo-doo, shoo-doo, ooh"

irene walked along the hallway, immersed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice her friends behind. lately, she had been seeing this one guy poking around around her personal space. sure, she saw his appeals, and how gentlemanly and soft he was with her, but that didn't mean she was falling, right? how could she, when she had other things to worry about? but the temptation was strong...

"Girl, don't be proud

It's okay, you're in love..."

she sat down by the well, when she suddenly felt something in her hand. there was the white flower again, didn't she throw it away a while ago? (remy snuck up to her and placed it there, not that she knew) she stared at the flower, her other hand lightly touched its petals mindlessly.

maybe, just maybe, she could open her heart. just one more time.

"At least, out loud...

I won't say I'm in love~"

[kaeyahiya]

"Crossroads"

Kaedehara Kazuha x (GN) Reader [platonic]

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Pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x (GN) Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, platonic friendship, implied depressive episode, mentions of feeling directionless, hurt/comfort, aka angst with a semi happy ending

Word count: 916

Authors note: Hi I'm writing this as another ✨ self-indulgent fic ✨ however I hope this can also provide solace for anyone else who is at a weird crossroads in their life. This is all over the place, I just needed to put this out. If not for me then for someone else. I see you and I feel you. You aren't alone ❤️ I choose Kazuha specifically bc of that fucking line he has when it rains. It always strikes a chord in me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy or find some peace here.

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Kaedehara Kazuha has always been someone you turned to in times of crisis. When the Vision Hunt Degree was issued and he went with Captain Beidou to Liuye to collect the travelers help, you felt at odds with yourself. He has a knack for knowing just what to say when you need it most.

After the Traveler helped abolish the Vision Hunt Degree. You stood at a crossroads in your life. You had returned from Mondstat after having the opportunity to study under The acting Grand Master Jean. As a budding tactician, she was an excellent mentor. Kazuha was the one who encouraged you to go, stating 'you'd be foolish not to', so you did. You learned so much there, made so many new friends, and got to experience many different things.

After a few months you came back to Inazuma. You felt like a new person! You even secured a position under one of the best tacticians in Inazuma, Sangonomiya Kokomi. Things were great... At least for a few months. Until you fell back into a routine, where day in and day out felt the same. Again you were at that crossroad.

You felt almost depressed, as if all the struggle and growth you made abroad meant nothing now. You felt the same as you did before you left. You find your days filled with work and sleep, repeat. The few enjoyments you got were getting letters from friends in Mondstat, and seeing your friends back home.

After a particularly long day you found yourself at Ritou Harbor, a bottle in your hand as you stared out at the endless ocean on the horizon. "You seem to be troubled about something." Kazuha's gentle voice observes behind you. You crane your neck to look at him. As he walks over and seats himself next to you at the edge of the harbor.

"Hey Kazuha... When did you get back?" You ask not wanting to discuss the issue at hand. "Only a few hours ago. Captain Beidou is docking here for a few days." You hum in acknowledgement. "I thought I'd find you elsewhere, but Lady Ayaka informed me who was told by Miss Kokomi you'd be in the area for a couple days on personal business." You nod again." This doesn't seem like business." He gestures to the bottle in your hand. "It's personal though." You laugh bitterly, placing the bottle down.

You place your head in your hands. "Kazuha, I don't know what to do." He smiles almost knowingly. "What seems to be the issue my friend?" You sigh. "I'm unhappy. All the stars that once aligned for me seem out of place now. I know I set this plath for myself and even though I've made progress I feel like I'm still stuck at the starting line..." You heave back a sob you can feel coming on. "I wish I was back in Mondstat. I wish I was anywhere but here you know?" He chuckles. " All too well, it's suffocating isn't it? Being in one place for too long." He muses. "However, as you said so yourself you made a path for yourself. Miss Kokomi seems to be very pleased with the work you're doing as well." You shrug. "I know but... I don't know Kazuha... I'm still unhappy. Sometimes I wonder if I should just become a wanderer like you. It's not like I don't have friends I can stay with or meet elsewhere..."

You gaze back out at the ocean and Kazuha joins you." Is that truly what you want? " You snap your head to look at him in confusion. " As simple as it sounds, being a wanderer means you have nothing. You travel from place to place, sometimes in the worst condition. Unsure if you'll even have a place to sleep safely or have food to eat. I'm at the will of Captain Beidou's schedule because I myself cannot operate a boat or run a crew myself." Kazuha smiles out at the ocean sadly. "Sure the traveling is nice but even I sometimes find myself stuck in a loop."

You're quiet for a long time before finally asking Kazuha the question you find yourself always asking him. " What should I do? '' Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes. " Continue on your path. Though the road ahead is unclear, and may be tumultuous and foggy at times, eventually you'll find yourself exactly where you're supposed to be. " "And if I don't?" "You find a new path." You laugh through the tears. " You're a strong person. Stronger than you give yourself credit for. The people around you see it but you don't, at least not yet. " He closes his eyes peacefully. " I have a hunch eventually you will. "

A few more tears spill from your eyes as you gaze back at the ocean. The sun was setting and the view was gorgeous, the ocean looked as if it was a sparkling gemstone surrounded by the vast orange sky. "I don't know how you do that." You finally say. Kazuha cocks his head to the side." Do what? " He inquired. " Know how to fix me. " You sigh before tossing him a grin. "What are friends for if not to lift each other up!" He grins back. "I promise Kazuha, one day I'll pay you back for all the wisdom and advice you give me." He simply smiles and stands offering you a hand. "No need. Just keep being you, that's all I ask."

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[minimavampiress]

✨

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

send ✨ and i'll recommend a multimuse blog

pls i interact with so many incredible ones FUCK okay i'm making a list of some of my favorites :

@carp3diems obviously you , idiot. em and colby alone would put you on this list but we have SO MANY power ships it's insane

@multi-royalty my big little sissy and so many of em's loves :') sweetest mun you've ever met she deserves the entire world

@guiltye i will actually never stop screaming about ALL of lilly's muses ????? a literal angel and some of the most incredible writing i've ever seen plus our ships have me in a fucking chokehold it's fine i'm fine i'm SO NORMAL ABOUT HER

@ofblackskies contains literally the only jeremy you need among so many other incredible muses that all of my babies live and love to pester

@summersturned we literally JUST started writing but i just think their page is so cute and it makes me happy to see them on the dash :')

there's definitely more but those are a few that popped into my head 🤍

[softquietsteadylove]

Currently I'm playing Assassin's Creed Odyssey and whilst playing I'm thinking about the Eternals back then, in Ancient Greece.

So basically i thought about Socrates annoying our Goddess of War. And Thena would never admit she actually likes talking to him.

Hugs and much love!! 🖤✨

"Is the Goddess of War cowering again?"

Thena bristled and glared at the old man, "I do not cower."

He chuckled, though, sitting himself on a rock amongst the olive trees behind the main constructions of Athens' outskirts. "And what to call it then?--you hiding here in the trees?"

She rolled her eyes. The old man was not so insufferable, but he had no problem saying things that made her want to pick him up and rattle him like a barrel. Although she was almost grateful for it in comparison to the obsessive reverence of the rest of Athens.

"Too many demands in the day already, young one?" he asked, raising a frayed, white eyebrow.

She sighed; if only he knew how young he was, to her. "They are discussing the launching of ships. Why this would need my input - let alone approval - is beyond me."

But the old man laughed, letting his walking stick rest against a different rock. Thena eyed the pale length of dead wood. "The senators, as they call themselves, are just as new to this as the idea itself. They have assembled this great counsel and yet they still seek the approval of a higher power. One wonders why they assembled this body to 'speak for the people' if they were going to surrender their decisions to a figurehead in the first place."

Thena let old Socrates ramble on. She typically wasn't one for the musings of man, much preferring her solitude. But the old man hadn't ratted her out yet, and as far as humans went, he was far from the worst. "Have you been postulating again?"

"Bah," he waved his hand through the air, squinting up at the Grecian sun through the olive leaves. "Just a crazy old man, to them."

"And you think you are not, to me?"

"Maybe," he grinned at her with what teeth he had remaining, "but I'm a crazy old man who lets you be, no?"

Thena allowed a faint smile on her lips. "Indeed, you are."

"So then, we seem to have reason for our alliance," he chuckled.

"And you?" Thena asked in an unusual invitation to continue their talking. She summoned a blade to her hand and whittled down his walking stick.

Socrates watched her the same way he watched fisherman haul in their catch; with admiration for the craft, but with no further interest in the act itself. "Hiding from that young tyke."

"Young Plato?" Thena smiled as she sliced the wood cleanly, angling it to form a head for a proper cane. The old man was walking around leaning on this tree length washed up on the shore. "He is fond of Phastos as well."

"Ah, yes, Hephaestus?" Socrates raised his other eyebrow, to which Thena shook her head. "What of your Champion?"

A length of wood went flying.

Thena tossed the properly carved cane back at the man, "what of him?"

Socrates shrugged an increasingly bony shoulder. "You're with him when at all possible, aren't you?"

Thena nearly pouted at the needling - but entirely correct - statement. She huffed, "there are many demands on Gilgamesh."

"Ah yes, Gilgamesh," Socrates laughed, resting his hands outstretched in front of him. "And what do you call him?"

She gave him a somewhat tired glare. She could deny him the rest of his needling and simply leave. But then she ran the risk of an advisor or senator or counsellor - or stars forbid one of the many sculptors searching for her - finding her. She sighed. "Gil."

"Oh."

She glared at him anew, her hackles rising despite her best efforts.

Socrates gave her a look that made her want to chuck him right off their cliff of solitude, "Gil."

She hardened her expression at him, if only to keep her annoyance from boiling over. He said it in a way that made her feel agitated. "Have you not other people to pester?"

"None as fun as you, dear," he laughed heartily, his head tossed back.

Thena huffed again; insufferable old coot.

"And what power does your Gil possess, again?"

She glared at him, but he feigned some effort into remembering, scratching the beard on his chin. "Strength."

"Ah, yes, the fella who can reach into the forges and grasp iron with his bare hands."

No trouble remembering him at all, it seemed. Thena pursed her lips, "indeed."

"They do demand a lot from him," Socrates agreed with her earlier statement at this much later junction. He snuck his eyes - still sharp under the wrinkling of his skin - back over to her with a grin. "Not very fair to you, is it?"

Thena refused to dignify that with a response.

Socrates let out another laugh, and she wondered how many rocks might fit in that wide mouth of his. "That's why you're out here moping?"

The shade of the trees was doing nothing to shield her from the heat of the sun.

"Dearie," he snorted, jabbing her knee with the cane (which she just so-kindly fashioned for him!). "You are the patron saint of Athens. I'm sure if you want to steal your boyfriend all you need do is ask."

Thena flushed further at yet more indignity. "I do not-!"

"Oh, save it!" he drawled at her, in a way no one else in Athens would ever dare. He scratched at something in his ear, "I don't care what you think I think or what you know I know."

She glowered at him.

"There you are!"

Thena looked up, a smile coming over her (whether she wanted it or not). "Here I am."

Gilgamesh pushed an olive branch out of his way to lean on the rock beside her. He nodded to old Socrates, "and good day to you."

"And you, Champion," Socrates gave him a smirk. "We were just speaking of you."

"Oh?" Gil looked at Thena beside him, who was glaring at the old man.

"Have you nowhere else to rest after your ceaseless chatter?"

Gil didn't argue with her. He had seen her and the old philosopher interact a few times before, and it was always funny. Jabs were only ever made in good humour. "Actually, I was hoping to steal the Goddess away with me."

"She's all yours, sonny boy," Socrates stood, stretching out his arms before taking up his newly carved cane. "Don't mind me."

Gil simply nodded to him as he began shuffling past them and into the city. He looked down at Thena, stealing one of her hands off her lap to hold for himself. "Hey."

"Hey," she beamed. The unique relief and comfort of his company truly had reached new heights during their time in Athens.

"Time for a break?" he propositioned, pulling her up from her resting rock, her hand still in his. He brought his head closer to hers, "I packed us a little picnic--you, me, in the orangery?"

Thena kept her eyes on her personal embodiment of solace standing before her. She yearned to curl up in his arms, "divine."

"I thought you weren't one for divination."

"Away with you!" she snapped at the old bastard one again chuckling at her expense. She thunked her forehead against Gil's chest.

"Hey," he chuckled, rubbing her back as he allowed her frustrations. "Come on, he's not bad. As far as humans go, I'd say you're fond of the old guy."

"I am done speaking of him," she sighed, still pressing her warmed skin to Gil's cooling robes. She purred as he pulled her hair over her shoulder, running his fingers through it gently. "I believe you offered sustenance?--and solitude."

[the-art-block]

Was once again looking at your vtm OCs art, such fantastic works and adgsvdhfgf man I'm really interested in where the unlike just takes them. Are you interested in another world of darkness thing called 'werewolf the apocalypse'? Mainly because your Moonrise Nation story is so different when it comes to all the other vamps in the city. I was just wondering how would you think if a caern would you react to something like that? Would they appreciate what these kindred are doing for their culture and the lands, turning a blind eye on them even if they smell of the wyrm? Or do you think they would view their efforts as noble and true but with accordance to their litany, they're ultimately gonna have to go? Keep up with the fantastic works!

First off, THANK YOU ✨ I'm so glad that so many VtM fans are excited and inspired by the little musings that end up on this blog. It's really something to see people enjoying these scribbles of mine!

As for WtA, I am indeed familiar with it! My partner @syntheticmortal is much more versed in the detailed lore, but we've both been reading through the latest version release W5.

As far as Garou relations with the Moonrise goes, thankfully the situation is helped along significantly by the fact that Kindred are no longer inherently Wyrmish in the lore presented by W5. Kindred are still walking violations of the natural order, but they're not quite as instinctively abhorrent as they were before.

That said, I am of the mind that it will still require Garou of exceptionally forward-thinking persuasion to work alongside Kindred, regardless of the purity of their intents on paper. Kindred may no longer be inherently, cosmically evil - but they remain inherently selfish and duplicitous creatures, that is the nature of the Beast.

For even the most open-minded of Garou, willful cooperation with Kindred may only ever be undertaken in extreme circumstances because 9.5 times outta 10, the Kindred is going to do something shady in the ultimate interest of self preservation.

On the flip side there's basically no option for Kindred besides staying as far away from any potential Garou interaction, or doing absolutely everything in your power to get on the wolf's good side.

In the case of the Moonrise Nation, they have chosen the latter option. Garou relations will always be charged with anxiety and suspicion from both ends, so the Nation endeavors to, at the very least, convince local and national Garou Septs that they aren't a problem big enough to be dealing with. If they can reach a point where the Garou even see their movement as potentially beneficial, that's a miracle and they'll absolutely take what they can get.

At the moment, the Nation is being left alone by prospective Garou looking for something to destroy, and slow gentle talks are being conducted with a Sept in Six Nations Territory that is predominantly indigenous Garou.

[seolminju]

hello again, beautiful people! ✨ 🌊 it's me, ryan (h/h, 25+), and i'm here to introduce you to another muse of mine, another favorite: seol minju! hailing from jeju city on jeju island, she was raised by a single father who convinced her that her mother is a mermaid living in the sea, and to this day, she fully believes she's half-mermaid, half-human—she just has legs instead of a beautiful tail. she works as a fortune teller at a café, and makes jewelry to sell at local boutiques. if you want a reading, let her know. she'll give you a discount! read more below! 💖

1.

tw / parental death

as mentioned above, she was born in jeju and was raised by a single father. he's honestly, like, the best dad ever probably. he really did his best to ensure that his daughter had a good life, especially given the unfortunately grim circumstances of her mother's passing. while he worked a lot to provide for them and ensure she wanted for nothing, she spent a lot of time alone—creating mystical make-believe worlds in her mind, whispering secrets into the sea mist to communicate with her mom, and when she got older, most of her downtime was spent watching makeup tutorials, hair styling tips and tricks, and fostering her interest in the metaphysical and occult.

in school, she was bullied a lot. despite her traditionally beautiful appearance, she had—and still has—a rather oddball personality. she speaks in a soft, lilting manner, and asks strange questions to people in order to break the ice; often making those who don't take kindly to whimsy uncomfortable. more often than not, her female peers thought she was a strange pick-me girl, her male peers wanted to date her for her appearance but seldom cared about her personality, and craving a change of pace and some independence, she moved to seoul after graduation; much to the chagrin of her father.

she's basically a fish out of water now, but she's doing her best to assimilate to her new surroundings; finding everything so different and unreal in its own way. she works as a fortune teller and jeweler, but also has strengthened her sfx makeup skills and is sometimes booked for that, as well, mostly around spooky season.

2.

seol minju is a mystic. ever since childhood, she's felt more comfortable in a self-constructed world where sea nymphs, fae creatures, and other magical beings coexist alongside her. she's always felt as though she can access other realms that most humans cannot, and when she tries to express this to people, they often scoff at her; finding her assertions lame, overly peculiar, or impractical. as she's rather soft-spoken and delicate, it's difficult for her to stand up for herself whenever others demean her passions, but she still holds onto hope that she can prove them wrong someday.

above all, minju just wants to be accepted. she's never once felt like she belonged anywhere, and often hates that she was given legs instead of a mermaid tail. she convinces herself that life would've been better under the sea, but tries to remain grateful for all she has.

now, does she actually believe that she's half-mermaid? while it's complicated, she'll still assert that she is. she's not a moron, but it's genuinely how she copes with the fact that she never had a mother. whenever she can, she heads to the nearest beach to spend time with her; finding the water extraordinarily comforting, as if it's home.

minju has no genuine concept of time. this is frustrating to many. she'll always take forever to get ready. she'll always run late. she'll move at very slow paces. she likes to say that she's simply taking her time and taking everything in, but it's still annoying. you'll have to tell her to show up ~2 hours earlier than she's supposed to for her to show up on time. no lie. another unfortunate tragedy about her is that she often falls for all the wrong men. she has garbage taste. please wish her luck in the future.

3.

as she's rather new to the city (arrived early last year), most of her friends who are in seoul are likely rather new to her. maybe your muse met her when she would post-up in random places throughout the city offering free palm/tarot readings for practice!

maybe your muse is also from jeju and they can bond over missing home. that, or maybe your muse hates jeju and butts heads with her about it. i don't know. she'd love knowing someone from back home.

maybe your muse needed their makeup done for halloween last year, saw her instagram, and messaged her for a commission! she loooves shit like that, and she'd make you look terrifying, haunting, or beautiful. whatever you want. she's honestly really good at it.

maybe your (male) muse is an ex-lover of her's. could've lasted from may to december 2023? we can mess with the dates, too, but you know. as mentioned above, she typically falls for the wrong types of men, and she ends up hurt or used a lot, and it sucks, but... it's just the tea for right now. i hope she grows out of it.

i'm up for every type of plot and adore to brainstorm, so i'm sure we can always figure something out ourselves, as well! 🥰