#I will go to the same bands again and again and again

[bbgsaja]

⳽ωɩtᥴᖾ ᥙρ (ᙖᥲᑲყ ᔑᥲʝᥲ x ᖴ!ᕼᥙᥒtᥱɾ!ᖇᥱᥲᑯᥱɾ)

summary - the demons get their plan wrong at first, but when they realise what they should be doing, everything changes and feelings get involved

warnings - none

part two • part three

"Fans!"

As the three of you scrambled to hide behind Rumi and her box of tonics, a group of boys entered the alley. Your head shot up, jaw dropping so wide you could have swallowed a whole car.

You locked eyes with the blue-haired one first.

Instantly, your body language changed. Your bones turned to jelly, and you suddenly understood the term 'weak in the knees'. Your eyes bulged out into red hearts, just like the pair next to you who were gawking at the more muscular one. And your hands became sweaty and shaky, like you had been reduced to a schoolgirl with a crush.

"So hot!" Mira was saying beside you, her and Zoey still looking at the one who seemed like he was unable to keep his shirt on.

As they passed, that's the one that winked at you, while the boy you had been looking at just strolled past nonchalantly. Your eyes went wide, something between embarrassment and irritation bubbling within you.

"Is that one with the hair looking at...me?" Mira made a face of disgust, crossing her arms.

Rumi seemed to be in her own little bubble with the black-haired boy, the two of them sharing what looked like a romantic moment. Though when Rumi got up and yelled at him, you figured that wasn't the case.

What...just happened?

As you were helping Rumi pick up her pouches, you heard the sound of excited chatter and people gathering at the far end of the alley. Curious, and also a little suspicious, you followed the noise and poked your heads out to see a crowd coming together.

And purple smoke, with a figure appearing within.

You narrowed your eyes, trying to make out who it was. When you did, your eyes widened and you stumbled back, just as Rumi came to the same conclusion.

"It's those stupid jerks again!"

Then they started singing and dancing, and you groaned.

"They're a boy band?!"

The four of you made your way through the crowd to get a better look, which was a mistake because as soon as the one with abs caught sight of you he puffed out his chest and winked again, making your ears go red.

In anger or because of being flustered, you weren't sure.

"Can I go punch that stupid look off his face?" You grumbled, only to be pulled back by Zoey and Rumi.

Unfortunately, because of the crowd, that wouldn't have been possible anyway. So you had to stay where you were, seething as the muscular one kept giving you looks and smirking your way. He even tried to blow a heart at you - Zoey got smacked in the face with one by the pink-haired boy with the weird hair - but you grabbed it and made a point of aggressively stomping on it.

"I'm out," you gave up, throwing your hands up in frustration. "That one won't stop looking at me!"

You stormed off before any of your bandmates could protest, rubbing your temples from the headache you were about to get.

The next few days were worse.

Your eye was twitching currently, watching Romance sitting by Zoey, leaning in and complimenting each and every lyric she wrote.

"Oh, that's so smart!"

"Nice!"

"You're such a great lyricist, Zoey."

He continued to stare at her dreamily, chin propped up on the palm of his hand as he leaned in closer, closer, closer. Zoey, however, wasn't giving him the time of day.

"Hey, (Name)," Abby sidled up to you, flexing his arms yet again. "Wanna lay on my back while I do push-ups?"

"Ew, no," you scrunched your nose up in disgust. "Stop that right now."

Nearby, Mystery was following Mira around. Holding her shopping bags, helping her with literally everything she did even when she didn't exactly need the help.

"Mystery! I can get a soda by myself!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose, exhaling heavily. Then strong hands were on your shoulders, starting to massage them.

"I give great massages," Abby's voice filled your ears. "And you look tense. Let me help with that."

"No!"

You tried to protest and push his hands away, but he wasn't budging. Sighing, your shoulders slumped as you glared at the wall, only for his hands to yank you straight up.

"That's not good for your posture, you know."

You barely contained the growl that threatened to slip past your lips.

"That's just...one word?" Zoey was saying/asking nearby, confused about why she was being complimented.

"That's a great word," Romance flashed his most charming smile, "I wouldn't have thought of that." Then he continued to stare at her, muttering something about how pretty she was.

"I got it!" Mira was yelling from the kitchen, as she was reaching for a snack. Only for Mystery to grab her wrist so he could get it.

That's pretty much how the next few days went.

Abby kept trying to show off his abs, using a pool party held by you girls as an excuse to not wear a shirt. Hovering around you wherever you went, forcing you to look at them when he kept blocking your view of Baby.

Romance kept flirting with Zoey, giving her gifts and blowing her kisses when she was more than a few feet away from him. Dramatically kissing her knuckles every time she entered the room.

Mystery was the ultimate gentleman, for the wrong girl. Anything Mira wanted, he got before she could even blink. Anything she needed was in her face within the next few minutes, taking away her sense of independence completely. He pampered her, she hated it.

"I'm actually going to throw myself off the top of our building," you groaned one evening as you sat with the rest of the girls. "That must have been their goal this entire time."

"At least you get to see those abs," Mira grumbled, "I don't even see his face!"

"I've got no more space for all the hearts Romance has given me," Zoey frowned. "Would it be rude to start throwing them away?"

"I don't know what you guys are talking about," Rumi leaned back, enjoying her food. "They're great."

"You mean Jinu's great," Mira fake-gagged.

"Rumi and Jinu, sitting in a tree," Zoey agreed cheerfully, teasing your leader.

As you went to bed that night, you thought about what Rumi had said. And when you did, Baby Saja was the one that popped into your mind. If only Abby gave you the space and time to get to know him!

You were sick and tired of abs.

The next day was another full day of overwhelming attention from Abby - with Mira and Zoey trying to hide from Mystery and Romance. Abby seemed to find you no matter where you hid, so you were screwed.

But while running from Abby again, you bumped into Baby.

"Oh, sorry!" You looked up, then froze, and incomprehensible nonsense spilled from your mouth after that.

Baby just chuckled, leaned in and smiled at you, "No problem."

You almost fainted, your cheeks burning.

"You might want to try the ladies' restroom," he even suggested, smirking slightly. "Abby's persistent, but he's learned not to go in there."

"Uh, okay, thanks," you managed to say, smiling at him once more before fleeing to the bathroom.

That's when Baby knew he had to have you.

And that's when everything changed.

Because the next day, they switched it up.

Suddenly Abby and Romance doubled up to fawn over Mira, who was so confused on who to hate first that she couldn't properly throw insults and ended up blushing at the attention. Actually blushing.

Mystery sat next to Zoey once and she looked like she was going to explode with how red her face became.

You watched them, counting the Saja Boys again just to make sure that this was even, when Baby came into view. Smiling languidly, leaning forward so that he invaded your personal space.

"Is this better?" He asked, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. The pleasant kind.

Your face burned as you stuttered and stammered again, reduced to an incoherent mess in front of the boy you actually had a major crush on. His smirked widened, enjoying your reaction.

"I'm sorry, what?" He teased you more, closing the distance. Standing so close to you that you could feel his body heat.

"I-you-um-" was your intelligent response.

"Come on," he grinned, grabbing your hand, leading you away.

He was just as infuriating as the others, you found out. But you could deal with it. You could take it. He could say or do literally anything and you would just smile and nod with hearts in your eyes.

That's how you knew you were falling.

[bluebanistrs]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪rockstar girlfriend !

op81 × rockstar ! gf

warnings ; kinda suggestive, description of reader, age gap (five years, reader is nineteen and oscar is twenty-four), drinking, smoking, and flirting. again, english is not my first language. sorry for any errors !

Oscar was having some days off in Dublin when you met him. It happened in a bar, after a show by the band of which you were the guitarist and vocalist.

He didn't know you. He had no idea who you were. But when he saw you in the dark place, lit only by colored lights, something clicked into his mind.

“That guy won't stop staring at you." said Gene, your friend and drummer.

“He was probably at the show. I kinda recognize him…”

You were too drunk to remember that guy was Oscar Piastri, your little brother's favorite F1 driver.

Your dad was obsessed with motorsport. When you were younger you used to watch a lot of races with him. But growing up, you got always more busy with your band, always writing about your feelings, practicing, and even doing some shows in random bars.

“He’s hot. You're single. You should go talk to him!” Gene continued. 

“I'm definitely not doing it.”

You went to the bar and asked the bartender for a cuba libre. 

Oscar kept staring at you. He loved the way you looked. Your makeup was a little messy, but in a sexy way. Your little white dress combined with a red laced bra fitted your body in a perfect way. It had a little transparency, letting some things for his imagination. Your bangs above the eyebrows highlighted your brown eyes. You were the most beautiful thing he ever laid his eyes on.

Suddenly, he decided it was time for a drink, too. 

He sat down next to you, continuing to stare at you.

“Can I pay for a drink for you?” He finally said.

“Sure. Why not? I want a guiness.”

Seconds ago, you said you wouldn't talk to him, but now he was close to you, and you felt comfortable with that. He didn't look like the kind of person who would frequent this type of place. He was tall, in good shape. You could imagine him in a very well attended nightclub. 

“Were you at the 3Arena today? I can recognize your face." You took a sip of your beer. 

“No. I wasn't.” He said, looking into your eyes. “You probably recognize me because I'm a Formula One driver.”

“Oh God, sure. You're Oscar Piastri, right? My brother loves you.”

“Yes, I'm. That's good. How old is he?"

“Seven.” You said as you looked him straight in the eyes. 

The silence between your voices enveloped you. All you could hear was the speakers blaring music. It wasn't awkward. On the contrary, it was actually comfortable. Maybe you were both too drunk to have a decent conversation.

“What were you doing at the 3Arena?”

“Playing guitar and singing.” You gave him a little smile. 

“Oh, so do you have a band?” 

He started to find you even more attractive the moment you said that.  

“Yes, yes. I do. Since I was thirteen. We are growing now. You probably heard one of our songs on the radio recently.”

“That's fucking amazing.” He randomly said.

“Uhm… I really want a cigarette. Can we go outside?” 

“Sure, prettie.” 

You were leaning against the wall, with the cigarette between your lips, looking for the lighter lost in your bag. 

“Do you need that?” He said as he took a lighter out of his back pocket. 

Oscar didn't smoke. He tried it once, but it just wasn't his thing. But he always had a lighter with him, just in case he needed it.

You nodded, and he lit your watermelon marlboro.

Silence fell again. You only noticed how attractive Oscar was now. His defined chest and biceps were well outlined by the navy blue shirt. He approached you as you smoked and watched him.

He brushed a strand of hair from your face. You had never been so close. Your heart was beating fast with nervousness. 

He looked deep into our eyes, trying to find out if you wanted the same thing he did. 

He gave you a little peck on the lips, very sweetly. 

“Oh I'm so sorry. I'm so hypnotized by you that I forgot to ask your name.”

You laughed. “That’s ok, Oscar. My name is y/n."

He placed his right hand on your waist.

“And how old are you, y/n?"

“I'm nineteen.”

Younger than him. Oscar wasn't the kind of guy who dated younger girls. But there was something different about you, something that attracted him.  

“That's a beautiful name. Can I kiss you, y/n?" He said, whispering in your ear. You heard that Australian accent, and you could feel yourself melting from inside. 

You just pressed your lips against his while holding his hair. Your cigarette was lost on the floor at that time.

The kiss was slow, hot, and passionate. He held your waist tightly with both hands. He seemed to be afraid that you would run away. You had your fingers tangled in his hair. You could tell you would faint under his touch. You could smell his cologne, it was probably very expensive. He continued to pull you closer, increasing the intensity of the kiss. It only stopped when you both ran out of breath.

“Holy shit!” You got scared when you heard Thomas, your bassist, almost screaming next to you and Oscar. The other band members were with him. All of them with beers in their hands.

“We were looking for you. Who's that, y/n?” He continued.

“Oh, hmm… This is Oscar. Oscar, those are Thomas, Gene, and Paul. The rest of the band.”

Oscar greeted them politely. 

“We are going back to the hotel. Wanna come with us?” Gene asked.

“Sure, yeah, It's late. You guys can go ahead, I'll be safe." 

You could see the boys walking to the hotel. It wasn't that far, and they were probably too drunk to request an Uber.

“How are you going back to the hotel?” Oscar asked you.

“I'll probably just order an Uber, I don't know. I just wanted to talk a little more with you.”

He was holding you in his arms in the sweetest way possible. 

“We can do it later. I'll take you to your hotel, I just need you to tell me where it is.”

You were probably crazy to be in a complete stranger's car going to a place you weren't very familiar with. But the alcohol was coursing through both of your bodies, and something inside you knew nothing bad would happen. 

The music coming from the radio hissed at a barely audible volume. You stared at him as he drove.  

Oscar stopped right in front of the hotel. The street was dark, only a faint yellow light allowed you to see each other. 

You gave him a small kiss on the lips, which ended up evolving into a kiss as intense as the other you gave him. 

When you realized, you were already sitting on his lap, pulling his hair and biting his lips. His hands were traveling all over your body. 

You stopped kissing him when you felt his erection pressing against your thigh, just to tease him.

Still in his lap, you grabbed your bag and searched for a small notebook and a pen, writing your number on the last page and placing it in the car's cup holder. 

“Thank you, Osc.” You said after getting out of the car and before closing the door.  

⋆ ✴︎˚｡⋆ 

A few months passed and you were already dating. More in love than ever. 

Your band would perform for the first time as a headliner in a festival, and Oscar was there to support you.

The show was going amazing. When there were only six or five songs left, you started talking to the audience, once again. 

“This next song is from a cover from a band that we love, it's really special to us. And I want to dedicate it to a really special person; Oscar, this one's for you, my love.”

You and the other band members started playing. You could hear the crowd screaming as you started singing, and Oscar had a smile from ear to ear along with blushing cheeks on his face. 

“Give you my lovin'

Seven days a week

I'll be your honey

If you'll be sweet [...]”

“[...] Man says it's rainin', rainin' outside

I'll be out there in a little while'

Cause you see, rain reminds me of you

And everything has turned to you [...]”

“[...] When I see you

I wanna kiss you

But I know that ain't right

So I ask if I can hold you

Oh, babe, I need you so bad

Oh, babe, I only want to make you

Glad”

The song was 'Give You My Lovin'' by Mazzy Star. A song you mentioned in one of your conversations when you weren't even dating. And he remembered it, he remembers almost everything you say. 

When the show was over, he was waiting for you in the backstage. You ran into his arms and kissed him softly.

“You were amazing. I love you so fucking much.” He said in your ears.

"I love you too, Osc."

[binmeister]

Imagine the bodyguard reader doing a calvin klein ad [his fans would implode]

now hear me out: bodyguard!reader doing a calvin klein ad with Jinu and Abs

loose HCs to respond to this , also going to loop this into another prompt someone had sent me about what if bodyguard!reader was roped into model with Zoey for something because she was too cutesy and they needed something to up the sex appeal

cw: suggestive HC below - please be respectful - mild crack fic - poorly formatted - MDNI - male! bodyguard reader here

CK ad w/ Jinu and Abs

i'm imagining quite the eccentric photographer for this who just wants that perfect eye catching vision - absolutely loses it when she sees bodygaurd!reader's popularity online and she's harassing bobby daily to get him to do an ad for calvin klein because she has a certain vision in mind

i have a HC in regards to a saesang stab wound that bodyguard!reader has a thin jagged scar that around his hip regionish (due to write HCs or a drabble about that at some point)

the photographer is guiding them on what to do and it gets to a point where abs is leaning against a large cube, legs spread enough for one of bodyguard!reader's thighs to slot in between them just barely, both in well fitted jeans with the iconic CK band visible above the waistline of said jeans

flashes for a second and she's asking them to change poses, this time having abs be the one to slot one of his thighs between your legs

jinu had been on break at this point and had been given a towel to cover up his torso so he wouldn't be cold and he's just a little slack-jawed at the near pornographic composition

you don't seem too uncomfortable but then there's abs who cracks a joke at you and he sees you fighting for your life to not laugh, your jaw tensing a little because you're clenching your teeth and the photographer cheers before rapid fire shutter sounds are heard and repeated flashes nearly blind you and abs completely

she asks for a different pose now and you hook your thumbs into your jean pockets, as abs leans on your left shoulder (similarly to how he leans on jinu in that fanclub update video or how he leans on romance after their first performance)

more rapid shutter noises and flashes before she's satisfied and lets you two take a break, to which you'd both walk over to where jinu is and you're all just bantering - messing with each other as you crack jokes about who's gonna be the first one to pop a boner (guys being guys sorry)

you're back on set again with jinu this time, you'd both been given shirts to wear and then you're asked to lift the shirts up to 'tastefully' show the band of the boxers - jinu opted to slide a hand into his pocket and the shirt naturally bunches up in a way that the band is visible as he leaned his weight on one leg and you had simply opted to grab the hem and lift it just a little above your stomach as you mirrored jinu's pose otherwise

zoey's shoot / huntrix mature concept

the huntrix girls were due for a mature and sexier concept at some point, but unfortunately zoey is just too cute for what the concept teasers were supposed to show so the photographer on set looks around and his eyes land on you and he's just !!! THIS IS IT! get that man on set now

it leads to you with a silky dark red button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to expose your forearms, tucked into smooth black dress pants but barely any buttons actually done up to expose your chest and stomach

you'd been instructed to lay back and zoey's awkwardly straddling your thigh with a hand on your chest and seems a little uncomfortable as the relatively scandalous article of clothing she'd been given seemed to ride up her thighs in this position & shes trying her best not to topple over and crush you or do anything embarassing at the same time - you can feel how tense she is as you're posed up together so the hand that wasn't caught on camera had tapped her outer thigh lightly as you tried to get her to look up at you

shutter clicks and then you make a dumb face at her for the briefest of moments and she's trying not to laugh, her head moving down and she had turned her head away from the camera so it didn't catch her choked up expression and unintentionally it made the composition change into where it looked like she was about to bite at your neck or that something more suggestive was happening which made the photographer cheer as more rapid fire shutter clicks could be heard

eventually there's a position where it's her turn to be laid on the floor, covered in fake flowers and plants as she appears to look desirable and you're directed to hover on top of her, your right arm holding your weight up as your forearm rests by her head and the photographer had personally walked up and positioned your other hand to look like it was trailing up her waist and you did so carefully which felt ticklish to her

then as he walks away to get the frame ready he calls for you to look down at zoey and give a predatory look and you're confused as hell on what that's supposed to mean until zoey makes a comment to make fun of you and you narrow your eyes slightly at her in annoyance which effectively gave the same result

the last shot he asks zoey to bend her leg and you instinctively go to cover the skin on her exposed thigh with your hand, the tips of your fingers had dug into the end of her dress and managed to catch it in place so it didn't hike up any further - habit from when you usually give her piggy backs and don't want her to flash anyone and he quickly takes photos of this shot too

[very-merry-birthday]

Envy

Lust Gluttony Envy Sloth Greed Pride Wrath

Summary: You call Dean to the strip club you've been working in for a case.

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex (not dwelled on), stripping

[Asked to tag: @bitchykittenconnoisseur // Just reply/message for a tag!]

The second you'd found out this hunt was going to lead to a strip club, you'd thought of Dean.

Dean- who'd taken you out for a meal the last time you'd met. Dean- who'd kissed you goodbye at the end of the night, both of you shuffling awkwardly at the intimacy of the moment, trying to blow it off as purely sexual. Dean- who you hadn't seen for two months.

You'd waited until the hunt was over, not wanting any time wasted once he was here. Of course, you'd kept up the pretense when you'd phoned him, "Oh Dean, you just have to drive here! I'm so confused! All alone on a hunt! I don't know what to do! I need a big strong man to come save me!" Okay, you hadn't quite worded it like that, but you knew that was the impression he'd get.

Of course you'd also told him not to bring Sam, that maybe you'd be able to sort it just the two of you.

He hadn't known about the strip club until that day, when you'd texted him the address, indicating that you'd tell him everything once he arrived. There was still some doubt in your mind he would show up at all, the possibility that he'd be pulled away at the last moment across the country weighing on you.

The doubt only festered as the clock ticked on. You knew you could only work here for one more night, even if you hadn't actually told anyone that. You wanted to be gone by morning, but the longer you walked around the cloying room, looking out for Dean, the more you worried he wouldn't show at all. At least the money was good.

You'd almost packed the whole thing in by 2am, when the evening crowd had filtered out and you'd been left with the leering presence of men too desperate to go home. That's when you'd seen him walk in, awkwardly making his way across the corner of the dark room towards the bar, his eyes darting all over the place as he tried to take in where he was.

If he had been here only a few hours earlier, when you were expecting him, you'd have been on stage, dancing, putting on a performance he'd know was only for him. But no, of course he had to come in when you were in the middle of a lap dance, locking eyes across the room right as you were pushing your tits into another mans face.

He eyed you carefully as he ordered his drink, watching the way you moved. Your outfit didn't leave anything to the imagination, only just covering your most intimate areas. Dean had seen it all before, of course, but never like this, never so publicly, a dozen other eyes able to see the same.

The man below you was handsome. Of course not as handsome as Dean, not that anyone could be, but handsome enough that you didn't really mind the way he oggled you, nodding his head slowly as you danced for him.

Deans face, however, was straight as you looked over at him. That was worse than angry. Even if it was negative, you were desperate for some kind of reaction from him.

You swayed your hips in time with the music, your hands flowing over your body. You teased him, your thumbs hooking into your stringy underwear, dragging it down only slightly, before letting go again, snapping against your skin. The man reached up, pushing another dollar bill into the band of your bra, taking the opportunity to graze your skin lightly with his fingers before retracting.

You turned around, looking away from the man, and from Dean's gaze, allowing them both to see your ass as you bent down letting your body press only slightly against his groin. Then you pulled back up, still moving your hips to the music, resisting the temptation to turn back and see both of their expressions. You pulled your hands through your hair, relaxing into your dance.

You slowly spun back around, immediately seeking out Dean again. His face was dark, his eyes still fixed on you, but it was unmistakable- there was a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. You didn't know if it was better or worse than him being jealous- he was enjoying this.

His gaze only spurred you on as you continued to sway your hips, biting your lip to stave off your own smirk. The man in front of you reached out again, another dollar bill in hand as he slowly moved towards the top of your panties. You let him push it in, his finger hooking under the fabric only slightly, lingering for a moment. You kept your eyes on Dean, who lifted his eyebrow, urging you on.

As he went to move away you reached down, pulling his hand towards your hip. He looked surprised as he let his fingers land on your skin, wrapping his hand around your waist. They felt far too soft, nothing compared to Dean's calloused hands that somehow felt firm and gentle at the same time.

You pushed yourself against him even more, letting your body seem his for only a moment, your tits in his face, your legs between his thighs, his hand on your waist. You leant forward, brushing his hair back the way you had to Dean a hundred times before. And then you let your fingers fall to his nape, the way you had when Dean had kissed you the last time you'd seen him.

You looked over to Dean, inspecting his face. He finally broke his eyes away from you, his expression dropping as he stood, making his way towards the door. Before you'd even realized what was happening he was gone.

You pulled away from the man in front of you, his face falling confused as you turned your back on him again, walking away without a word. You felt sick instantly, fearing you'd crossed a line you couldn't uncross. Dean had come here, travelled god knows how many miles to see you, and you'd let another man fondle you as thank you. You were confused, angry, not able to understand what his reaction had meant.

You pushed the door open to the small dressing room, now empty stave for the mess. You knew the girls still on the floor would be out there for a while, and welcomed the quietness of the room. Looking at yourself in the mirror you pulled in a shakey breath, trying not to cry. You couldn't cry, not over Dean.

Dean- who was purely for sex and nothing else. Dean- who'd dropped everything just to see you. Dean- who you weren't supposed to have feelings for.

"You do that on purpose, sweetheart?"

His voice startled you as he walked in through the back door, leaning against the wall as his eyes swept your body.

"D-do what?" Your voice was shaky as you pulled yourself together, you hoped it wasn't obvious.

"Call me here just so I could watch from afar?" He kept his face stern.

"Dean I-"

"You know every man in that room was watching you, right? Every single one was thinking about what depraved shit they could do to you."

"Weren't you?" You cocked an eyebrow, confidence coming back to you.

He stared at you, his brow furrowed, jaw fixed. You swallowed hard, the pause overtaking you both. And then he broke, a grin spread across his face, warmth filling him as he stepped towards you, "C'mere."

You half skipped over to him as he reached towards you, opening up his arms. You collided in the middle, wrapping each other in a hug.

His voice was soft against you, "I missed ya, sweetheart."

He let his hand find the small of your back, keeping you pressed against him, breathing you in. He held you just a little too tight, just a little too long.

He finally stepped back, his eyes falling back over your body, "I like this." He hooked his finger under the strap of your bra, nodding.

"Thought you would."

"I'd like it better if you took it off."

"No one's gonna be happy if they come back and find some guy in here."

"I'm hurt, darlin', thought I was more than just some guy." He smiled, facetious. "Guess we gotta be quick then."

When you'd called him here you'd honestly hoped he'd pay for a private room for the two of you. But of course, Dean wasn't going to spend a cent on something he knew he could get for free.

He grabbed your hips roughly, pulling you towards him, his mouth on your neck instantly. He bit down hard, causing you to gasp as he marked your skin.

"Can't go back out there if you leave hickeys, Winchester."

"That's the idea." He sucked at your skin again.

"Thought you liked seeing me dance for other men?" You laughed lightly, testing the waters.

He pulled back, his eyes flicking over you face, "You know what I liked? I liked knowing every man in there wanted one thing, and I was the only one who was actually gonna get her. Go on, show me what they wanted-"

You swayed your hips gently for him, teasing, as he leant back against the long dressing table counter. He reached a hand out to you, one on your waist, feeling your movements, his other gently brushing it's way down your collarbone, pushing your heart into your throat. His touch was gentle, but not cautious, knowing he could have you without a second thought. His eyes flicked over your body again as you swayed, savouring every part of you.

You turned your back on him, bending slightly as you pressed your ass against his groin, already feeling his hardness through his jeans. Again his hand was on you, a line drawn down your spine as you grinded against him, his other hand reaching down to your ass, caressing you.

"Bet you've had every guy in here wrapped around your finger, darlin'." His voice was breathy, filled with desire.

You turned back to him, running a finger down his chest as you sunk to your knees in front of him. He pulled in a shaky breath at the sight, watching as you reached out to the buckle on his belt, undoing it with grace. He'd seen you naked dozens of times, and in your underwear a dozen times more, and you always looked stunning, always took his breath away. But the way you were dressed now- push up bra, tiny thong, tall stripper heels- he hesitated to even think the word- but you looked slutty. And he fucking loved it.

You tugged gently at the top of his pants, his cock springing free. Wrapping your hand around the base, you stroked it gently as you felt him harden under your touch. You pressed your tongue against him, running it over his head, listening to him groaning above you. You looked back up, his face fixed on yours, his teeth gritted together tight.

Dean couldn't believe his luck, only an hour ago he'd been driving through the dark, his eyes on the clock as he made his way here, and now here you were, dressed as a stripper, on your knees in front of him. Of course sex was a given between you two, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stay long, and if that meant only helping you on the hunt he'd have been happy to. He was starting to feel more and more okay with the time spent without sex, where it was just you and him, your conversations, your laughter. He wanted to keep his composure- wanted to put on a front of dominance during sex- but as you looked away, focusing your energy on your actions, he let himself smile, genuine. Only for a moment, a sparkle of warmth in his eye.

And then he broke again, pulling his jaw tight. "Deeper. I wanna feel my whole cock down your fuckin' throat."

You pushed your head down, your lips tight around him, heat flooding your body from his words. You gently started bobbing your head, letting him fill your mouth inch by inch as you adjusted to his size, until his head was hitting the back of your throat.

You felt a rustle from above as Dean pulled off his jacket, his hand falling down to your hair as he guided your rhythm. You moaned into his cock and he took in a sharp breath, the vibrations digging into his core.

"Jesus sweetheart- you're so fuckin' good at this."

His words spurred you on, taking him deeper, holding yourself back from choking as he slammed into your throat, his thrusting becoming more rapid as he felt his body aching for an orgasm.

He looked back down at you, your eyes wide as you looked back up at him, desperate to please.

"Fuck- I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep looking at me like that-"

You didn't let up, continuing to move even as the corners of your eyes began to water slightly, your breathing becoming strained.

"Shit." He looked up at the ceiling, swallowing hard, before looking back down at you, gently pulling you off of him, "Need to feel you, sweetheart-"

You stood again, quickly, as he took another look at your body. He grabbed your hips, spinning you around and pinning you against the dressing table, his cock pressed against your ass. He didn't even take your underwear off, instead just pushing it to one side, his finger sliding through your folds to test your wetness, pushing into you only slightly as you let out a needy moan.

He took his cock roughly in his own hands, pressing himself into your pussy quickly, one hand grabbing your hip, the other placed on the small of your back as he bent your body forward. You looked up to the mirror in front of you, watching him carefully as he looked down at his length pushing into you, and then back up at you. He began thrusting, pushing into you slowly as he stretched you out, letting you feel every inch of his cock at your entrance. Then he looked up again, watching you in the mirror.

"You like watching yourself getting fucked?" His jaw tightened as he sped up his movements, slamming into you hard.

You bit back a moan, your own body quaking from the feeling.

"Jesus, sweetheart, you look fucking incredible like this." He sucked in another sharp breath, his eyes looking between your ass and your reflection, unable to hide his smirk.

You could see his face in the mirror, watching your body move below him, your ass shaking as he pounded into you from behind. You looked at yourself, dressed up for Dean in the most seductive clothes you'd ever worn, enjoying knowing how much he liked it.

You pressed your hand up against the mirror for stability as his speed increased, his need for release evident. You arched your back, pushing your ass out for him, watching him blink hard, trying to keep his composure. You moved your body in time with his, pushing him deeper into you, feeling stretched out by his cock.

He pulled out, his cum spilling out across your back as he pumped himself with his hand, his other grabbing ahold of your hip tight as he let out a loud groan. You watched him carefully, his eyes fluttering shut, his body quaking.

He gave himself only a second to breathe through his release before grabbing a makeup wipe off the table and wiping it down your back carefully, the cooling sensation sending a small shiver though you. Then he was spinning you back again, lifting you slightly onto the countertop, crouching so his head could dive between your legs.

He let his fingers find your entrance, pushing into you at the same pace his cock had only moments before as he lapped at your clit, desperate to give you your own release. You combed your hand through his hair, grabbing hold of it tight as your head rolled back.

He pulled back, looking up at you, "Fuck, taste so good for me, darlin'." Then he dove back in, frenzied movements, his tongue dancing on your clit.

He lapped you up, practically fucking you with his tongue, fingers still buried deep inside of you. Your hips bucked against him, needy as you watched him shut his eyes below you, savouring your taste.

You wrapped your legs around him as you came, your body tensing up as it fell back against the mirror, coolness flowing through your burning skin. You felt your mind clear, pleasure pulling at you, a loud moan escaping your lips.

You unwrapped your legs from him, slumping back against the dressing table as Dean stood back up, leaning next to you, breathing hard. You both sat panting for a moment as Dean pulled himself away, looking down at you again, before cupping your cheek and pulling you into a soft kiss.

"God you're something else." He swallowed hard, looking away from you again.

You hopped off the counter, straightening yourself out and pulling on a loose pair of booty shorts as you smiled over at him.

Dean reached for his jacket, pulling it on as he looked back at you, his own smile overtaking his face, "Did you even have a hunt?"

You laughed slightly, "Finished it two days ago, sonuvabitch is long gone."

"You sneaky-" He shook his head with a smile.

"Didn't make you drive too far did I?"

"For that, sweetheart, I'd have driven to Alaska."

"You sticking around, I've got a motel booked round the corner?"

"Told Sam I'd only be a day, I really should drive back tonight..." he sighed, looking you over again. He knew he could probably spare another hour, but he also worried if he got back to a bed with you he'd never leave.

You pulled him into hug, his hands lingering on your body, his breath hot against your neck. You didn't want to let him go.

He pulled away from you, starting to walk towards the door without saying anything else, afraid of what he'd spill out.

As he reached out towards the handle he stopped.

"Shit- I almost forgot," he spun back around, "I got ya something."

He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small crumpled paper bag. He unfolded it, tipping the contents into his hand and holding it up to you. You took a second to work out what it was, a thin chain dangling from his fingers, a tiny star pendant hanging off it.

"It's a necklace-" you looked up at him, shocked.

"Saw it a few weeks back, guess it made me think of you." He shuffled awkwardly, dropping it into your hand.

"You- you got me a necklace?"

"It was in some second hand junk shop, you don't have to wear it if you don't want to." He looked down at his feet.

"No- No! I love it- I like it- I..." you swallowed hard, "Put it on me." You pushed it back into his hand, turning your back on him.

He carefully brought his arms in front of you, pulling the necklaces across your neck and securing it behind you. You spun back, looking to him for comment.

He looked you over carefully. It wasn't often he had a nearly naked woman standing in front of him, and was only able to look at her from the neck up. In fact, he wasn't sure it had ever happened. But right now, that's all he could do, staring at you wearing your new necklace - his necklace. He swallowed hard, "Yeah. Looks nice."

He leant forward, pulling you into a final kiss, softer than he had been all night. Your lips pressed together, only slightly, his hand relaxing on your hip. You pulled your own hand to the nape of his neck once again, drawing a small line down his spine. He pulled away, a bittersweet smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

You shook your head with your own smile, "Go on then, you better get going."

[mika-thexd]

GAHHH HAHAKSHALABS SORRY SORRY this is going to be a long one but the request you fulfilled for me was PERFECT. AMAZING. HOW DOES ONE DO THIS

I’ve been thinking about making my own band AU for the longest times but unfortunately never got around to it💔🥀 Your AU is so so so good though I’m like obsessed pls I’m eating it

If it’s cool with you, what instruments would the survivors band play? I personally thought Elliot would be a singer but you putting him on the guitar lowkey made me think of that one confirmed fact that was deleted in the forsaken discord server a while back confirming Elliot would be peak at guitar hero so like it makes sense a little bit shrugs

A/n: FINALLY SOMEONE FUCKIN ASKED ME THAT 💔😔🙏 I was actually gonna write one but when I saw your request in my inbox I was just like "YASSSS" 🤑🔥 I'm lowkey stalling my other requests (there's so many 😭 I thought I was just gonna have 2 or 4) but this is so easy to write

Electric Guitarist! Elliot

I actually never knew that the forsaken developers actually confirmed Elliot would be a PEAK guitarist and I was lowkey shocked cause THAT WAS JUST A HEADCANON??

So he actually got electric guitar lessons when he was 11 years old but never told his band members about it until they asked him to join them

Singer! Reader actually knows and keeps asking him to teach them how to play guitar and he got tired of them asking again and again that he just gave up and taught them.

HE WAS ACTUALLY GONNA BE A SINGER like they legit thought that he was gonna be a singer because his singing voice is so???? Like??? But then Shedletsky was like "no" and placed him as a electric guitarist because he was the only one that was good enough to solo the entire k11l3rs

He's actually so good at the electric guitar like yk that one part of the I don't wanna be me part of type O Negative song? The electric guitar part? Yeah he can solo that shi 3 times and he wouldn't even break a sweat

Because of that he's THE most simped member of their band, a lot of thirst edits of him that he's lowkey kinda scared of his fans 😥

And those comments under those edits??? Oh lawd he cannot open the comment section anymore because he's traumatized 😔✋saying shit like: "ELLIOT PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR ELECTRIC GUITAR" (and that's the most tame comment)

He also taught chance how to play the electric guitar cause he's yk a rhythm guitarist 🧍‍♀️ he gave up because he's so hard to teach 💔 and his patience is hanging by a thread

There are approximately 4 songs where he's a back up vocalist and fans EAT IT UPPP (lowkey me too JUST ONE CHANCE ELLIOT 🙏🙏)

IT'S NOW CANON THAT CHANCE AND SHEDLETSKY ARE JEALOUS OF HOW MUCH ELLIOT GETS ATTENTION

He has slim but calloused hands and has rings PROVE WRONG like lowkey he can CHOKE ME WITH- *gets slapped from the horny police*

Has participated in talent competitions and ALWAYS gets a place whether it'd be third or first

Decorates his guitar with anything retro he finds, now his guitar is like a journal of some kind because of how much stickers that thing has.

Drummer! Noob

Them being put on drums surprised everyone, like that sweet joyful thing is put on the instrument that is notorious for being loud and chaotic??

Until they see them performing, they become a new person when they do, their fans are so surprised but at the same time they want to see more of noob

On rare times when they're angry, they play their drums with full on rage that surprised everyone. One time shedletsky walked in on them raging, he literally had to double take and wipe his eyes because it was that unbelievable

Sang Usseewa till their vocal cords were hanging on that they had to stop talking for 3 days. People then teased them that they were becoming taph 2.0

Spray painted their drums to match their scene aesthetic YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHER WISE

They're a fan favorite, so every meet and greet they always had their line filled, and they had to sign so many things that their hands cramped

They're the youngest in the band and get teased often because of that, but they're also the most spoiled (both in the band and the fans)

Is REALLY possessive of their drums I'm not joking, there's a reason why the other band members explicitly say not to touch their drums (when someone didn't listen they almost got their fingers chopped off)

Is growing their hair out, their hair is currently at shoulder length, they also DIY dyed their hair into those Pinterest racoon hair styles

Their rival band doesn't really hate Noob, they just don't care about them/don't find any motivations to hate them

They're actually the most approachable band member, unless you mess with them then expect a drum stick to be thrown at you

People often joke that even though they're really nice they can also be the scariest individual when they're angry

People don't make thirst edits about them because they honestly thought that they were a minor because of their baby face, no one really confirmed if they were a minor or not so they just left them alone in the TYRANT of thirst edits that get released

They don't have a deep voice, between the band members, only they can reach a high note

Rhythm guitarist! Chance

Can play the guitar, electric guitar, bass guitar, and ukelele, which is surprising considering his FRIED attention span but it's probably because he got trained since 5 years old

Their parents paid for ukelele practices but ever since that they were a pro of it he started to ask for more, so naturally, their rich ass parents said 'okay' and now he's a multi instrumentalist

They mainly harmonize with Elliot cause they both understand eachother more that they have this secret telepathy

He ADORES his fans so much, every art, edits, and written works about him automatically gets their praise cause they lowkey love the attention so much?? It's also the reason why he joined the band in the first place

He watches their own thirst edit on loop PROVE ME WRONG I DARE YOU

also when a beautiful, pretty, ETHEREAL looking person is a fan of him and then meets them in person he lowkey fangirls

His guitar is also custom made by his parents, his guitar costs literally thousands of robux, no one literally dares to touch that because of the fear of damaging that expensive ass

They got the potential to be as good as Elliot but they're lazy as hell and his attention span is an eight year old on brain rot steriods

If there was a competition on who's got the most thirst edits he and Shedletsky would either have a tie or one of them wins by a hair, between all of the members they both have the most edits (although I'd argue that shedletsky would have the most edits)

They're the messiest in the band, literally can't clean for himself because they either have maids working for him, or never been taught how to clean, so the band made it a mission to teach him how to do basic cleaning so that he'll survive in the real world (which is lowkey kinda sad but hey that's an average rich kid behavior)

Lowkey kinda fruity to the other band members?? Especially to Elliot, Shedletsky, and guest just for shits and giggles

He has a gun that is lowkey on its last breath but REFUSES to change it because it's got your stickers on it (you bedazzled it while he was sleeping and when he found out they ignored you for the whole day)

Probably smashed a couple of guitars while practicing because of rage quit, his patience is literally so thin I can't 😭

Calls his fans "my lucky charms"

Rhythm guitarist! 007n7

He's not well liked by the band (mainly by Elliot and noob and maybe builderman??) Because of his pranks that he used to do back when c00lkid wasn't born yet

Also because he taught c00lkid some of the pranks he did to Elliot

He's really good at bass and the guitar, and because of that shedletsky asked him to join the band, he agreed cause he doesn't have anything else to do

Is changing his ways cause he lowkey feels bad for Elliot, so he tries to make up with all the pranks

Is more inclined to harmonize with Dussekar because he's lowkey chill and he likes chill guys, although when he's REQUIRED to harmonize with Elliot then he'd cautiously would but would be more careful with his mistakes cause he doesn't want to upset Elliot

He convinced c00lkid not to join the opposite band because of their bad influence that they're going to/about to inflict on him and as the overprotective brother that he is he doesn't allow that

Yes, c00lkid and 007n7 are siblings in this Au because I CANNOT handle the angst that comes with them AND I REFUSE TO MAKE THEM SUFFER ANY LONGER 😔✋

His fans are the most chill among all the other fans, lowkey his fans are either the most chillest and welcoming OR their the most freakiest gooner, there's no in between

Doesn't customize his guitar, although there's stickers on it because of his little cousin pr3typriincess and sometimes bluudud with his brainrot stickers

Prefers to be away from the spotlight and just harmonize in the dark, unlike chance that keeps hogging the spotlight like he's a lead guitarist lol

His fans know about his little brother and little cousins and makes FUCK TONS of fanarts about all of them, it's actually so wholesome cause majority of the fanarts are just them being a family (MY SHAYLASSSSS)

Lowkey leans in more in bass guitar than the electric guitar cause he's not an expert in that instrument, he only plays it when he's required to do it, which most of the times not really

He's actually more musically intelligent than the average robloxian, so he helps builderman and shedletsky in making music

Has an unhealthy obsession of burgers and unrironically prefers burgers than pizzas

Knows random facts about random instruments

Keyboardist! Two time

They're lowkey unhinged but since they're SO GOOD at the keyboard that shedletsky had to ask them to join cause the other DIABOLICALLY good keyboardist was taken by the other band

They were taught how to play the keyboard and the piano at age 7 cause their parents were a die hard spawn worshiper

In this AU the spawn cult is a popular religion, and they're one of those unhinged follower that does EVERYTHING for the spawn and they also unrironically say "spread the greatness of spawn" whenever they share the religion

Used to date Azure but when he saw how destructive their behavior was he had to distance himself cause he almost got sacrificed

Their fans consist of: unhinged individuals, followers of spawn, or a classic mischaracterisezation monarch, their fans are on the problematic part of the fandom that EVERYBODY refuses to touch

They won multiple talent competitions cause they know how to play those complex songs that most pros don't even know how to play

Oh they KNOW that they have the more unhinged part of the fans but they don't care cause they're only there because they're only there because they want to see Azure and want to spread the "greatness of spawn"

Gets mischaracterised so bad that people now know the band because of it, it irratates them sm but they have other priorities lol

Also doesn't get thirst edits cause again, they're unhinged and people also assume that they're a minor because they have a baby face like noob and they never bothered to correct them

Their keyboard has a lot of spawn stickers on them, it's not even arranged aesthetically too, it's just plastered randomly

Lowkey HATES the rival band because they got to spend time with Azure

And yes they're those unhinged ex's that can't move on, that's why they still play those sad breakup songs

Made a song about Azure once

Is the 2nd youngest member of the band, but lowkey gets treated as a middle child because they're that unhinged

Lead singer! Shedletsky

He actually started the band because of a long and gruesome deep rooted hate for 1x1x1x1, lowkey got so obsessed with the hate that he sometimes breaks the facade of the "chill and nonchalant guy" (his words not mine)

Gets shipped with EVERY band member, like his fans lack social cues sometimes cause when he jokingly flirts with the band members they AUTOMATICALLY assume that they're dating

Had to shut down MULTIPLE dating allegations it's not even funny he's literally so fed up

He and 1x4 are siblings because AGAIN I CAN'T HANDLE ANGST (even though it's a doomed sibling trope lol)

Him and Chance's fans are United by yaoi and gooning, also has a reputation of having the most freakiest fan base, the media also loves him because of his easy going nature

Broke A LOT of hearts while in highschool, literally had the reputation of being untouchable, would lowkey pin you on the locker if he could

He also knows how to play the electric guitar but only played it for the clout and fame lol

At first, their band was supposed to be like Arctic Monkeys but after A LOT of screaming into the mic and mic drops later they switched to rock

He tattooed his arms like those intricate patterns that you see on Pinterest and majority of his clothes are black and would wear chockers

Him and Builderman are the most musically intelligent among the band members

Would lift weights while singing because it quote "builds character" while taking a picture of himself doing it and posting it at his Instagram (GOD I COULD DEVOUR THIS MAN)

He has a 'performing' mic and a 'personal' mic, the first one is a clean mic with a dark blue handle and the personal one is black painted with TONS of graffiti, also has those edgy ass keychains on it

Even though he loves to tease each of the members he actually loves his little messed up band and regrets not meeting them sooner

His phone looks like it's gotten to ten hurricanes because of how CRACKED the screen is, sometimes people wonder how it's still functional

Multi instrumentalist! Builderman

His fans either consist of middle aged people who have a shared passion for rock music, or young people who find comfort in his character and their songs

He knows how to play all the instruments but only on a beginner level, he's not a pro on it, but he's also not a rookie player

Is the parent of the group, he literally takes care of them, reminds them to drink their water, and calls them affectionate nicknames like "kid" or "little shit" (guess who's directed to shed and chance)

Wanted to pursue engineering but when he found his love for music he started to shift to it, although once in a while he gets a fleeting thought of perusing his dream

Has tattoos on his forearm because of a stupid bet he did, but he can't lie the tattoo is sick so at least it's easy in the eyes

Is also one of the musically intuned band member, he's also the main producer and organizer of the band

Cracks random dad jokes whenever there's a rare silence and everyone is FED UP about it literally can't take anymore of his jokes

His humor is shitty and you can't convince me otherwise

His fans are one of the tame ones since he's one of the underrated band members that are not well known until you get obsessed with the band members

He has eyebags as deep as the marriana trench because of insomnia but he covers it up with foundation (you were the one that taught him how to cover up his eyebags)

Lowkey kinda chubby because he can't really cook that well and relies on instant ramen

He's the only one that is allowed to touch everyone's instruments because he's really gentle about it, yes, even two time's possessive ass

Even though he has a fairly tame fanbase, he STILL gets thirst edits because he quote "looks like a man who can handle me" (it's DEFINITELY not me)

He's chill with the rival band because he didn't really do anything wrong to them, the rival band also doesn't mind him but dislikes him (because yk he's still a surv1v0rs)

Electric guitarist! Dussekar

They lowkey wanted to put him as a keyboardist but like two time is already good enough so they switched him to electric guitar

He's also not well known because he sometimes gets placed behind the spotlight but he doesn't really mind so it's just 🤷‍♀️ meh

Because he speaks in a Shakespeare language they sometimes ask him to make the lyrics of the song/ask him for ideas in the lyrics

The band was actually lacking an electric guitarist (as if Elliot wasn't enough) so they scouted one and they found him 'performing' in his backyard

They were naturally intrigued because he has a pumpkin head (it's actually just a mask that he made and has a personal attachment to it)

His fans are the most NICEST people in the world, like his fans get compared to Psyche's fans more often than not

He doesn't really get shipped with anyone EXCEPT for Taph and Psyche, since Taph actually loves his calm and laid back demeanor

Doesn't get thirst edits but every once and awhile he does, maybe twice a month? And it blows up FAST

Was a hardcore theatre kid and when you reference any of the musicals that he was obsessed with, you're IMMEDIATELY one of his friends (he doesn't really know any theatre fans because he's SURROUNDED by rock fans 😔)

Since he's a poet by extension his fans are also poets because they picked up his vocabulary

Is actually crazy underrated that he's on one of those "if you're a real fan then yk Dussekar's *insert random fact about him*" because he's THAT underrated

Has the potential to be famous but he doesn't want to cause it just brings in unwanted attention

Even with the bands fame his fans are only on the thousands (my poor baby 🤧 he deserves more 😭)

He's also one of the rival band's list of "we don't mind this individual but since they're a part of the surv1v0rs then we dislike them by affiliation"

Bass guitarist! Guest 1337

I want to start with the fact that Daisy is his girlfriend (but if you'd like him to be one of the love interests then they broke up on good terms)

And that Charlotte is his little sister and she sometimes decorates his bass guitar with sanrio stickers

Charlotte and c00lkid have a little brother and big sister dynamic, while pr3typriincess and her have a little sister and big sister dynamic, while bluudud is just dislike because he pranks her on a daily basis

007n7 and Guest sometimes organizes play dates for the four of them and it usually ends in chaos because all four of them are CHAOTIC when put together in the same room

Guest and 007n7 have a friendly relationship because they're childhood friends IDC WHAT Y'ALL SAY THIS IS MY AU

I headcanon that he sometimes teases and gets playful with the band members even though he looks like he's gonna crush you by his resting face ALONE

But it's just his resting face y'all 😞 he's actually really chill and playful

He works out and has a healthy diet because his dad used to work in the military so by extension he kind of trained him to have a diet and lift weights

He didn't start playing the bass guitar until he was like 15 years old because of academics

Yes, he literally had to speedrun on how to learn the bass guitar because 007n7 FORCED him to join the band

The k11l3rs absolutely hates him because he's overprotective over his band members (especially Elliot) and would sometimes WRECK them in arguments

Also gets A LOT of thirst edits AND ESPECIALLY fanarts because he's muscular (he's tired guys 😕 give him a breakkkkk)

Aside from the reader, the reason why the band is STILL performing (despite many MANY failures) is because of his stubborn nature of not giving up

Bass guitarist! Taph (saved the best for the last 😍)

(Omg where do i even START) He's one of the newest member of the band and doesn't really socialize that much except for builderman and Dussekar cause he's lowkey kind of scared of them (especially guest)

Has an obsession for tamogachi's and has ATLEAST 5 of them in his bedroom, and he memorizes all of their names because he's a good father

The band members was actually lacking a bass guitarist because guest was the only bass guitarist so they scouted for another one and they found him performing in a talent competition so they took him in

He has TONS of thirst edits because he "looks like a goth king" and they apparently love that?? (Me too guys me too 😞)

Since he's kind of one of the mysterious band members he's also not well known because he REFUSES to be in the spotlight (his social anxiety refuses to give him a break)

He mainly joined the band so that he could slowly get used to crowds but until now he's still scared of them, although he's a little more used to the crowd than before

His fans consists of: people who like underrated band members, and people who have social anxiety

When you get to know him he's actually really sassy and teases the HECK out of you, sometimes Psyche would wonder if that is really Taph because of how often he breaks character

Only his SUPER TRUSTED people get to take off his hood because he's actually super insecure about himself (NOOO MY SHALYA I LOVE YOYUUU 💝💝)

Sometimes him and 007n7 would engage in prank wars on April Fools and it would usually end in ties or n7 would be the winner

His bass guitar has tons of stickers because of you, but he wouldn't take them off because he's kind of possessive about it

Would literally fight if his guitar gets into a random person's hands because again, he LOVES his bass guitar and would rather commit a crime than have his guitar taken from him

His wardrobe consists of hoodies and cloaks there are NO t-shirts on sight, even if you search his room for it

He's naturally cold not like "oh your hands are kind of cold" the "HOLY SHIT YOUR HANDS ARE FUCKING COLD DUDE" kind of cold

He's a cat person because he thinks dogs are too loud and sociable and that is NOTHING like him

He has 3 cats at home and he named them over something stupid: like his calico cat is named "cookie Monster" while his white cat that is an ABSOLUTE menace is named "Mr fluff" while his black kitten is named "Socks" because the kitten loves eating socks sm

His Instagram is filled with car pictures that you might've assumed that he's one of those animal youtubers but NOPE he's actually from a well known band

Majority of his Instagram followers are cat lovers and only a small percentage of them are dog lovers

A/n: Taph literally has a lot more headcanons than them 😭 you could probably tell who's my favorite among them 💔 and to my anons that requested smth IM SO SORRY SCHOOL TOOK OVER MY LIFE AND MADE ME INTO A MINDLESS ZOMBIE 😭

[donjuaninhell]

Good piece.

Two years ago, I wrote that all the nerds were dead. The nerd era in culture was a response to the problem of data saturation: we were producing too much recorded culture for anyone to be able to sort through it all. In the fifteenth century, Giovanni Pico della Mirandola claimed to have read every single published text in general circulation, which back then amounted to maybe a gigabyte of data. We currently produce that much information every thirty milliseconds. The first cultural response to this problem was the hipster, which was the consumer as information-sorting algorithm. ‘The hipster listened to bands you’d never heard of. The hipster drank beers brewed by Paraguayan Jesuits in the 1750s. The hipster thought Tarkovsky was for posers, and the only truly great late-Soviet filmmaker was Ali Khamraev.’ The hipster was also deeply annoying. Once we developed efficient digital sorting algorithms, the hipster became obsolete, and the cultural hegemony of the nerd began. In the nerd era, abstract equations served you up a constant stream of targeted slurry, and your job was to be unreasonably enthusiastic about it. Nerds are people who like things simply because they exist, and the nerd era was the era of the massive repetitive franchises: Marvel, Taylor Swift. For anyone to maintain individual taste and not enjoy this dreck was, for the nerds, a kind of affront. The nerd era felt like it would go on forever, but it’s now very definitively over. What’s strange is that, as I wrote at the start of the year, seemingly nothing in mass culture has arrived to replace it. Instead, we’re reduced to dredging up the last remnants of the hipster era to squeeze out any remaining nostalgia-value, in what I’ve called the necrosequel. ‘Gladiator II came out twenty-four years after Gladiator. Twisters came out twenty-eight years after Twister. Beetlejuice Beetlejuice arrived thirty-six years after the first instalment.’ This month, Pulp released their first album in a quarter of a century. Why? Not clear. It’s not like they have a radical new sound they need to share with the world. They’re doing what they always did, just not as well. The album is called More. And now, we have 28 Years Later.

[...]

The third stage of culture in the zettabyte age, after the hipster and the nerd, is the zombie. If the hipster represents cultural taste as sorting algorithm, and the nerd represents cultural taste determined by sorting algorithm, the zombie is the point at which we stop consuming culture-commodities altogether and start directly consuming the sorting algorithm itself. According to some middle-aged critics, our current age is the age of short-form, attention-grabbing, dopamine-boosting content. TikToks, essentially. But the individual TikTok is actually a fairly conservative and old-fashioned object: a short film, scripted and choreographed ahead of time, and then exhaustively edited afterwards. It might last seconds rather than hours, but the TikToker is still doing essentially the same kind of thing as, say, Fritz Lang. But most people don’t actually watch TikToks. Next time you’re next to someone doomscrolling through short-form video, watch what they actually do. Most of the time, they never actually watch a single twenty-second video through to the end. Flick down, vaguely register the general content of the video, immediately flick down again. Flick, flick, flick, for hours at a time, consuming literally nothing. Or, rather, consuming nothing except the algorithm, the pure flow and speed of the machine that gathers the entire world together and beams it directly at your face. It’s not a question of attention spans: in the zombie era, people will engage with media in whatever way allows them direct access to that pure flow. If the medium is short-form video, they’ll scroll through it rapidly. But TikTok also features a streaming service called TikTok live, which mostly consists of women very slowly applying their makeup, or pretending to eat emoji of hamburgers, or pretending to be video game NPCs, or just wandering around, pointing out entirely ordinary objects like paving stones and bushes and other people’s cars in a slow xanned up purr—and people will watch these streams for hours on end. The real epicentre of contemporary youth culture isn’t TikTok, which is an app for cringe balding zoomers, but Twitch. This is where all the slang comes from, and it’ll be the breeding-ground for all the minor celebrities of the next few decades. Streaming has largely replaced music as the engine for new subcultures. In the same way that Instagram and YouTube (and, most recently, Substack) have been pathetically bolting TikTok clones to their services, TikTok is now desperately trying not to sink in the age of Twitch. The reason Hollywood is still stuck in the post-franchise holding pattern is that all forms of linear narrative entertainment are essentially obsolete. (A friend of mine has never sat through a single episode of the Sopranos, but he’s watched pretty much the entire show through nonlinear YouTube clips; he knows how every major character dies, just not in what order.) Those of us who are still stuck in these ancient media perceive a world in cultural stasis. But the zombies know better.

[steddie-island]

Crossfire

For day 1 of @corrodedcoffinfest prompt: Band of Brothers Rating: G | WC: 884 | Tags: Canon typical violence ao3

The phone call had been quick. All Eddie had been able to understand through Gareth's panic was attack and Jeff and hospital. Eddie hadn't waited for more details before hanging up and grabbing his keys.

If Jeff was—

Fuck that. Eddie shook himself, threw the van into gear, drove faster than his piece of shit was supposed to be able to go anymore because he wasn't getting there too late, Jeff would be fine. Jeff had to be fine.

The first face Eddie saw in the waiting room was Gareth. He was pale, his eyes red-rimmed. Something that looked suspiciously like blood was smeared across his cheek.

The second was Steve Harrington. Steve with a busted lip and a black eye, looking worse for wear, like he'd gone a few rounds and fucking lost. Or maybe he hadn't, if he was here, at the same hospital Jeff was in.

There was a moment of surprise— sure, Steve had been a fucking asshole in school, but Eddie hadn't thought he was that kind of asshole. Surprise was replaced by rage. Eddie didn't remember crossing the room, didn't remember grabbing Steve's shirt, didn't even register the sound of already torn fabric tearing further in his hold. He pulled Steve's shoulders away from the wall, slammed him back hard enough that his head bounced against it and a rush of air hit Eddie's face as it was forced out of pretty pink lips.

Fucking good.

Eddie ignored the panicked shouts around him. He wanted to go for the knife in his boot, was ready to run this pretty boy jock through whether Jeff made it out or not.

Someone else's blade pressed into the tender flesh beneath his jaw, stopping him from moving.

"Let. Him. Go."

Eddie dared look to the side, to the lanky brunette whose face displayed a rage that matched his own. He watched her for a second, registering where he'd seen her before. "Buckley? Since when are you two—"

The tip of the blade pressed hard enough that Eddie could feel blood seeping into the collar of his shirt. "I said. Let. Him. Go."

"After what this fucker did?" Eddie pushed Steve towards the wall again, only to have Gareth try to grab his arm and worm his way between Eddie's fists and Steve's body.

"Eddie, stop. Steve didn't do this."

Tonight was apparently going to be full of surprises. "What?"

"Steve didn't do this." Gareth pushed Eddie further back so Robin could get between Eddie and Steve, too. Eddie watched the nervous way Buckley's hands fluttered around Steve's head as she checked him over. Gareth's next words pulled all of the attention from Steve and Robin. "He saved us."

"What?" Eddie felt the gears in his brain grind to a halt. "But he's— you mean he—"

"Yeah, that— that thing got to him, too." Gareth ran a trembling hand over his mouth. "C'mon, we— we gotta talk."

"That's blood." Eddie gestured to the bat covered by a towel in Steve's trunk.

"Yeah."

"And it's not Jeff's blood?"

"No." Steve picked something off of one of the nails and held it out to Eddie. It was petal shaped and fleshy, clearly not something that come from a person. "Not Jeff."

Eddie shuddered and dropped it back into the trunk. "What the fuck. So— so what Gareth said is true."

"It's true." Steve closed the trunk and leaned back against it. He closed his eyes as a hand came up to rest against the back of his neck. Eddie watched those long fingers slide up along the back of his head, wondered if Steve was feeling for a lump where his head had bounced against a wall.

Ah, shit. Eddie leaned against the trunk with him. He reached for a cigarette, lit up, offered it to Steve after taking a drag. A glowing peace offering. "Listen, man, I'm really sorry."

"You don't owe me an apology," Steve said. Eddie watched the way his lips wrapped around the butt of the cigarette, watched the way he inhaled slowly. "I get it."

"Yeah, I fucking do." Eddie shook his head. "From what Gareth told me, you saved their lives tonight."

"It's more like they got in the middle of a battle they didn't ask for." Steve smiled as he passed the cigarette back to Eddie. "I just… did what had to be done."

"Sounds like you've been doing that for a while." Eddie bumped Steve with his elbow. "Thanks for that, by the way. Those fuckers… they're my best friends. I don't know what I'd do if…." His throat clicked as he swallowed around a sudden lump.

"Hey." Steve shook his head. "They're still here. And Jeff— it was bad, but we've survived worse." His hand trailed up to his head again. Eddie wanted to ask about it but was stopped by the whoosh of the automatic doors opening again.

Gareth still looked like shit, still had something that looked like blood splattered over one of his shoes and along the bottom of his jeans, but there was relief in the set of his shoulders and the crease of his brow. "He's awake."

Eddie pushed himself off of the trunk. He would ask about it later. For now, he had a best friend to check on.

[veephoenix]

zutto — chapter twenty-three | wc: 2.6k | series masterpost | prev. chapter

Chapter summary: lia's first gallery exhibition!

Reading time: 10mins aprox.

Tags and trigger warnings: references to lia's past, a lil bit of anxiety, sexual references (oral sex), noah tells a tiny lie (he's carrying sth heavy in his pocket and lia can't find out about it yet), fluff

General trigger warnings: this work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction, abuse, & violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

Lia checked the clock on the wall again, her fingers absently scratching at the skin around her nails as the minutes crawled by. Noah was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. It was barely a blip, but her nerves didn’t care. The doors to the gallery would open in just under half an hour, and she wanted him there.

Behind her, Folio, mid-chew with a falafel crammed in his mouth, tried to ease her nerves.

“He’ll be here. He’s probably stuck answering the same question about the album title for the fiftieth time. You know how those label interviews go.”

Lia shot him a sharp look, but her irritation quickly gave way to preoccupation.

“I know he’ll come,” she said. “He texted earlier. But he was supposed to be here already and…” Her eyes flicked toward the catering table where Folio hovered. “Can you not eat everything? There won’t be anything left for the guests if you keep at it.”

“I had one falafel and a lasagna bite,” he said defensively. “Frame me.”

“I will. Stop eating. I’m starting to panic.”

“Look,” he said, nodding toward the gallery entrance.

Her heart leapt, but it wasn’t Noah at the door. It was Emery and Jolly, arriving hand in hand, all smiles and casual cool.

Where was he?

Noah had been booked for two back-to-back interviews at Sumerian Records that afternoon, which was part of the media cycle the label had lined up in preparation for the band’s album drop and upcoming tour. As the frontman, he usually got the lion’s share of press attention, and that included those repetitive, time-consuming interviews that tended to have him always running late thanks to overbooked schedules and sudden PR pivots.

Originally, when they got to know that those interviews were scheduled for the same day as Lia’s opening, it hadn’t been a problem. Lia told him to go. It was important—for him and for the band—and the gallery was already in good hands. She’d come in early to oversee final setup, check on the catering, and coordinate with the gallery’s director, Margot, who was currently making her rounds in stilettos and a sleek blazer, greeting early staff and adjusting little things. A receptionist sat near the front desk, fielding calls that had nothing to do with Lia’s exhibition and taking notes with a stylus on a digital pad.

It was ready. The pieces were mounted, the lighting adjusted… Still, it didn’t stop the way her stomach tightened. Noah had promised he’d make it on time, and that he’d make it up to her later that night.

She’d believed him.

She opened the door for Jolly and Emery, greeting them both with a hug and a smile. Emery immediately launched into compliments, eyes sweeping the gallery’s interior.

“Everything looks incredible, Lia. Seriously, congratulations. It’s so well put together.”

“Thanks, Em.”

Jolly scanned the space quickly and noted the obvious absence. He didn’t say anything right away, but the stiffness in Lia’s posture made it obvious. Without a word, he moved behind her and placed both hands on her shoulders, gently massaging as he nudged her further into the gallery, his eyes flickering curiously to the nearest pieces. 

“Relax,” he murmured. “He’s going to be here in a minute.”

“What if something happened to him?” Lia muttered, not quite managing to hide the anxiety in her voice.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?” Folio chimed in from a few feet away.

When she turned to look at him, she caught him with yet another lasagna bite in hand.

“Nick,” she said, voice sharp, “you’re going to pay for that.”

“Can I just purchase the drawing of the winged skeleton instead?” he offered with a shrug.

She rolled her eyes and was about to pinch his arm when the door behind her flew open.

Noah stepped in, his eyes finding hers immediately. He crossed the space in quick strides, brushing past staff without breaking pace.

“I’m sorry, Lia,” he said breathlessly.

In a heartbeat, she was in his arms, the rest of the room falling away.

“I didn’t expect traffic to be this bad. I got held up at the label.” 

That wasn’t entirely true.

The interviews at Sumerian had ended earlier than expected, and he’d had more than enough time to get here. But he’d spent the last hour tucked away at Cartier, picking up a small velvet box, a custom order he’d placed weeks ago. The weight of it pressed discreetly against the inside of his pants pocket. He risked it by keeping it with him because leaving it in the car was way more dangerous, and the thing had costed him a ton of money. He just hoped Lia wouldn’t get one of her impulsive ideas about undressing him the second they got back to her apartment.

“It’s okay,” Lia said, beaming now. “You’re here.”

“I am.” He stepped back and took her hand. “Let me look at you.”

He lifted her hand and gave it a twirl, making her spin slowly in place.

Lia wore a fitted, charcoal-gray plaid mini dress with long, slightly puffed sleeves and a sharp square neckline that framed her collarbones and shoulders, making her look elegant but not too serious. The dress hugged her waist before flaring into a soft A-line that ended mid-thigh. She paired it with knee-high black boots. She looked incredible.

Noah, in turn, was wearing a loose black T-shirt tucked neatly into black slacks that gave him a clean silhouette, accented by a black belt. Around his neck, he had his usual silver chain catching subtle glints of light. A matching silver bracelet circled his wrist. He looked… terribly good, in Lia’s opinion. Confident, slightly tired, a little late, but exactly right.

“You look unbelievable,” he said, still holding her hand.

“Thank you. It was your choice, after all”, she said, her smile breaking wide.

He leaned in and kissed her cheek, his hand brushing the small of her back and resting there like he never wanted to move it. 

The gallery doors opened to the public a few minutes later, and soon the space was alive with motion and chitchat. Many of Lia’s friends—who also happened to be friends and colleagues of Bad Omens, artists, techs, and crew members who had toured together—had shown up in full force. Those who weren’t out on the road or tied up with conflicting schedules made a point to be there, to support her. It was something that came naturally in their circle: artists showing up for other artists, no matter the medium.

As the evening progressed and more familiar and unfamiliar faces filtered through the room, Lia found herself overwhelmed, not precisely in a negative way. She received complements and questions of all kinds about her work. Some were somewhat personal, others more technical. A few inquired about her influences, about the cultural fragments some pieces displayed. She didn’t always have the answers. 

Every so often, amid conversation, Lia’s eyes would meet Noah’s across the room. Even while talking to someone else, he always seemed halfway tuned to her. There was a quiet kind of awe in the way he looked at her, a stillness that cut through the noise of the room. It steadied her in ways he probably didn’t even realize.

This was her first time exhibiting anything publicly (besides the stuff she created for Bad Omens), and despite having sketchbooks stacked high at home with a variety of themes on paper that were more personal and intimate, the ones on the walls tonight were still hers. She had been drawing since she was a child, and she’d never really imagined that her work would be hanging in a space like this. This show was a glimpse of her story. Of herself—if only a part. 

And people had shown up, interested in it, curious about it, and about her, as if she was special. 

She slipped into the rhythm of the event eventually, her initial nerves softening into presence. The conversations drifted from her artwork beyond more mundane stories. Ideas and deals were exchanged in front of her framed pieces. Some friends who hadn’t seen each other in months were reunited that night. There was laughter and hugs. 

At the bottom of it all, her art was the reason why they were all gathered there, and that made her really happy. 

It was everything she could’ve hoped for—except for the fact that she completely forgot to eat.

Everyone else was enjoying the catering she had carefully coordinated, eating from the little trays of appetizers placed on a couple of tables (fortunately, nobody noticed the missing lasagna bites). There was alcohol, but Lia paid no mind to it. She was so distracted by the whirlwind of faces and voices that she hadn’t touched a single thing since the food Noah had sent to the gallery earlier that afternoon. 

When Noah grabbed her arm and pulled her aside, the sun was already low in the sky outside, casting amber streaks across the floor with the rays that made it through the windows. Inside the gallery, the lights made the artwork feel somewhat magical. Lia was still looking at some of the pictures as Noah dragged them to a quieter corner, where one of her smaller pieces hung: a dreamlike depiction of a room overflowing with flowers, a little girl sitting cross-legged in the center, cradling something in her small hands.

Lia fixed her eyes on Noah and thought he was about to scold her for not eating. But he didn’t. He just took her hand in his, looked her straight in the eyes, and smiled.

“What?” she asked softly when he didn’t say anything.

“I’m proud of you.”

Her smile widened. She placed a hand on his chest and leaned into him a little. “You told me that this morning. When your face was between my legs.”

“I don’t think you heard me properly, my mouth was rather occupied then. But I’ll tell you as many times as I think it’s required,” he said, voice low, smile unfading. “I’m proud of you. This is incredible, Lia. This is what you were always meant to do.”

“They seem to like them, huh?” she said, glancing around the room. People were chatting, some about the art, others just catching up after long stretches apart. Some stood silently, contemplating the pieces with focused brows. Others just looked moved, uncertain. 

“They do. At the very least, they’re curious. And that’s what matters. Art isn’t meant to be beautiful. Some of these are,” he nodded at the piece beside him “but others are interesting. Some are weird and others dark as hell. A few are... too explicit and borderline illegal.”

“Those are the best,” she joked in a hushed voice. “And they’re kept at home.”

He made a face that made her laugh, and it was only then she realized he still hadn’t let go of her hand.

“I’m proud of you,” he said again, squeezing. “But I think little-you would be even prouder.”

Her smile faded into something wistful. That phrase alone conjured up a thousand afternoons in her mother’s crumbling house. The silence. The smell of dust and old flowers. Drawing alone at the kitchen table, her only company the scratch of pencil on paper and the little world she was building on the page.

“She would,” she whispered. “She is.”

They held each other’s gaze for a long moment. The noise of the room felt far away.

“I should’ve brought you flowers,” Noah said suddenly, motioning with his chin toward a nearby table where several bouquets and a few thoughtful gifts had been placed by friends. “Didn’t even cross my mind. Fuck.”

“Hey, no,” she said quickly, sliding her hand up his chest to cup his cheek. “That’s okay. You get me new plants almost every week. And you’re here. That’s what matters to me.”

“Well,” he said, his voice turning just a shade more serious, “I might not have flowers. But… I do have something else for you.”

Her brow lifted, curious. She tilted her head, her hand dropping back to his chest. “Oh?”

“I want to ask you something.”

The way he said it tightened something in her stomach.

“Ask,” she said, gently. Slowly. 

He took a breath, steadying himself. 

Lia noticed he was suddenly… nervous? Was that it?

“Are you interested in purchasing any of my pieces, Mister Sebastian?” she asked with a grin, an intent to soothe that tension she felt radiating from him.

He scoffed.

“I would buy all of them. But that wouldn’t be fair to how talented you really are, and they need to see that talent. But yeah, I would, just so you know.”

She shook her head, smiling. “Okay, so ask me the real thing.” Her fingers grasped the fabric of his black t-shirt, bracing herself unconsciously. 

Noah straightened his shoulders, the way he always did right before he said something that mattered.

“Considering all the work we’ve done with the band this past month, and how good we’re doing with the new album… And after talking to Sumerian today… They’re loosening the leash. We actually don’t have to grind that hard for the next couple of months.” He paused, glancing around them, then back at her. “And considering this… all of this,” he gestured around the gallery, “how good it’s going for you. And how you’re not that overloaded with work now that everything’s sorted—”

“Noah,” Lia said, eyes narrowing with interest.

“I thought maybe this would be the right time,” he said. “To find a place. To move in together. We could start looking next week. Take our time. Maybe be moved in by next month.”

He stared at her, chin slightly dipped, his eyes searching hers.

“You’re serious?” Lia asked, a disbelieving smile spreading across her face.

“Of course I am.”

She burst into laughter, soft and overwhelmed. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth as if to hold the emotion in, but two seconds later, she was launching herself into his arms, tiptoeing to wrap her arms around his neck. Noah caught her, hugging her back with that quiet strength she’d always relied on. Their laughter mingled, unfiltered.

She was so happy.

The kind of happy that made her heart squeeze and her breath catch. The kind of happy that felt surreal. 

As the hug deepened, Lia realized that the younger version of herself—the little girl who had grown up too fast in an unloved house—would’ve never believed this moment was real. Back then, love had felt fictional. Safety was a fantasy. And happiness… happiness like this had felt like a dream for someone else.

Now it was hers.

Tears welled in her eyes, but before they could spill over, a voice called her name, grounding her back to the room.

“Sorry to interrupt,” said Margot, the gallery director. She had a clipboard tucked under her arm. “But there are a couple of guests interested in purchasing some of your pieces, Lia Would you mind speaking with them for a moment?”

Lia blinked. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. 

She glanced at Noah beside her, who still had one arm resting around her hip. His face mirrored hers: eyes wide, then a slow smile that took over, like he was watching his favorite scene in a movie.

“Of course not,” Lia replied quickly, her voice breathless with disbelief.

Margot gave her a grateful nod and stepped away to guide her towards the interested patrons. Noah leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to her temple before giving her a gentle push on the small of her back.

She started moving, but glanced back at him one more time. He was standing with his hands in his pockets now, his posture relaxed but proud.

And the look on his face…

It wasn’t just happiness. It was awe. It was pride.

It was that’s my girl written in every line of him.

I'm feeling so proud of her—of them— i might cry 🥹

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[stateofmarauders]

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS

pairings: cedric diggory x fem!reader

summary: "i never was ready so i watch you go"

word count: 1.9k

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the great hall was unrecognizable. there were three snow-covered trees at one end of the hall and a dance floor on the other. the four long wooden tables were replaced by nineteen smaller round ones, with seven chairs by each, perfectly surrounding the dance floor. the band played loudly famous songs almost everyone in the room knew.

i was simply bewitched. i had no idea that hogwarts could get any more beautiful.

i was sat at one of the tables with cedric sat beside me. he was talking to his friends about the triwizard tournament and i could only stare at him. how could anyone be so breath-takingly beautiful? how could anyone look like a god, have the sweetest soul and be in love with me at the same time? it was incomprehensible to me. the way he held my hand and sent me a smile every few minutes....no need for metaphors, i felt loved.

suddenly, cedric perked up at the intro notes of another song the band played.

he looked over at me, his eyes glistening, as he was the moon and he shined only when looking at me. but everyone knew that he was the sun.

"do you wanna dance? this one's my favourite," he asked, squeezing my hand.

i smiled and nodded, and before i knew it, cedric was leading me onto the dance floor. everyone turned our way as we walked past, that was the kind of man he was.

i laughed in surprise as he spun me around and caught me in his arms again. then, he placed his one hand on my lower back and the other one held mine. cedric was an amazing dancer, his movements so gentle and smooth. the memories of him teaching me how to dance in the hufflepuff common room just a few weeks age came flooding into my mind and i had to smile at how he was patient with me, no matter how many times i stepped on his foot.

i glanced up at him only too see his eyes already watching him. i always wanted to crumble under his gaze. something about it made my heart fasten and my head spin.

"what?" i giggled.

"just thinking," he replied warmly.

"thinking about what?" i asked, swaying to the rhythm of the song.

"what we're gonna do after school," he answered honestly.

that was something cedric was thinking about a lot for the past few months. and so was i. we only had about six months before leaving hogwarts and entering the world of adults, so wondering about it was only natural.

"well," i began, "you, i assume, still want to be an auror."

he nodded. "yeah, i do. but i'm not really talking about careers."

i raised an eyebrow, confusion written over my face. "what are you talking about then?"

blood crept into his cheeks as he glanced down at his feet. "well.. you know."

uh oh.

i do know.

cedric brought up marriage a couple of times. and each time, it made me a bit more nervous. i always managed to change the topic or laugh it off. but it caught me off guard this time. i didn't expect him to bring it up there, in the middle of the ball.

cedric noticed my wide-eyed reaction and said, "we never really talked about it before."

i nodded. "yes, you're right, we didn't. but can we not talk about it right here? maybe later? or tomorrow on the train?"

his eyebrows furrowed. we were still dancing, but we noticeably slowed down. "are you avoiding this talk?"

"what? no-"

"you are," cedric spoke sternly. "look, sooner or later we'll have to talk about it."

"why?"

"why?" cedric repeated with confusion. "what do you mean, why? do you not want to get married?"

i stared at him in silence, mouth opened, but nothing came out. i only managed to drop his hand.

"you don't." cedric nodded and pursed his lips into a thin line.

"that's not what i'm saying-"

"no, it's not, because you're not saying anything!" cedric sighed in frustration. he rarely got angry with me, or in general, and seeing him like this broke my heart. "but your silence speaks louder than anything you say ever could."

"cedric.." i trail off, putting my head in my hands.

he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "tell me, y/n, do you want to marry me?"

"i-" i stuttered. "some day, yes. but not now! marriage is not important anyway, it's just a piece of paper."

"marriage is more than a piece of paper!" cedric declared. "it's waking up next to you and choosing us, over and over again. it's the fights we fight but still come back together, stronger than ever. and if you can't see that, maybe you never understood what we have here."

"we can choose the other one without marrying each other. it's all about priorities, me carrying your surname doesn't make you more important to me," i tried to explain. "i'm only seventeen, i don't know what i want in life."

"do you want me?" cedric asked seriously. his voice was low and steady, but i could hear the fear underneath.

the question surprised me and i froze.

"do you want me?" cedric asked again, more urgently this time. his eyes searched mine for anything. any clue that i do.

"i do," i whispered. "but that's not enough. not for what you want. not what you deserve."

he flinched like i pointed my wand at him. his eyes full of hurt and sadness like i casted cruciatus on him.

"so, that's it?"

i nodded, slowly. "i'm still figuring out who i am, cedric. and you- you already know who you want to be. you want forever, but i'm still learning what 'tomorrow' even looks like."

he was quiet for about ten seconds. then he gave me the smallest nod.

"i guess," he said, his voice trembling, "i'd rather let you go than hold onto a version of you that's not ready to stay."

he stared at me for a few more moments before walking past me towards the direction of the exit of the great hall.

and just like that, it was done. no yelling, no slamming doors. just two people who loved each other and still walked away.

my breath quickened, placing my hand on my chest as sobs tore from my throat. i fell to my knees, the cold ground was somewhat soothing.

"y/n!" i heard and angelina appeared by my side just a second later, wrapping her arm around me as she brought me close, caressing my hair.

"what happened?" fred asked me, but i couldn't bring myself to say a word, only sobs.

there i was, in the middle of the dance floor, crying about the end of something beautiful. the end that i caused.

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cedric was silent for the majority of the ride back to england for christmas holidays. most of his friends were sleeping, too tired to socialize after last night's ball. cedric wasn't sure which one would be worse. loud noise all around that gives him no space for thinking or the silence that forces him to think?

he held the ring his mum gave him the whole time, staring at it as if it could erase what happened, or at least change her mind. cedric has never felt more full of sadness, feeling sick to his stomach at the thought that he won't ever hold her again. all his dreams shattered when he least expected it, by the person he was supposed to be with until his death.

"i'm sorry for what happened with y/n, ced," penelope clearwater spoke from her spot opposite to him. his heart ached at the sound of her name. "we were all rooting for you," she whispered, careful not to wake up others.

"thanks, penny," cedric said and bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying.

"you are a wonderful person," cho chang joined from beside penelope. "you have the kindest soul i've ever got to know. y/n was always a bit different. she would've made such a lovely bride.." she trailed off.

penelope snorted. "yeah. what a shame she's fucked in the head."

"enough, pen," cedric said through gritted teeth. "you can't talk about her like that. she was completely fine, completely normal. she just didn't want to get married that's all."

penelope watched him with a surprised look at his outburst. "right," she said shortly. "sorry."

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two months later.

it started quite innocently, just spotting cedric and cho walking together, or them casually talking in the hallway. two weeks later, i spotted them studying together in the library, then cho sitting next to cedric in the great hall during meals.

i hated those sights. they always managed to completely ruin my mood and the whole day. but i had to keep reminding myself that this is what i wanted. that i ended it. that i didn’t want cedric to sulk and not talk to another girl until he’s thirty. i wanted him to live and find someone who dreamed of the same future as he did.

however, that didn’t mean i didn’t feel a stab in my heart whenever my eyes found them together. even if they weren’t talking to each other at that moment, it was obvious there was something between them. and i could not do anything about it, just sit back and watch from afar. it was not my place anymore.

we barely looked at each other when we walked past, or we’d just nod whenever we happened to be in the same room. we didn’t speak at all since that night, no letters exchanged during holidays. nothing. i avoided his friends and spent more time with the weasley twins, lee jordan, and angelina. they rarely brought up cedric and i was more than grateful for that.

however, every place i went, someone talked about cedric and cho. how good they look together, people betting on how long they’ll last, there were a few mentions of my name too, but i tried to ignore that.

and when the second task came around, everyone knew what, or who, cedric would need to retrieve from the bottom of the lake. months ago, it would’ve been me, but everything changed. i only came down to watch if cedric would make it out okay, and he did. i couldn’t stand there and watch how cedric hugged cho and spun her around. their laughs echoed as i walked away.

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they made it official about a month and a half later.

i saw it coming, everyone did. it was just a matter of time.

again, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. of course, it did. and i regretted everything i did and didn’t do that night. i should’ve ran after him when he was walking away from me, i should’ve kissed him like my life depended on it, i should’ve apologized and make it alright. but then again, if he asked me to marry him, i would’ve said no.

maybe this was for the better. maybe i could learn something from it. maybe cho can give him what he always wanted. maybe i need to grow, and learn, and figure out my life, on my own. maybe, if it’s meant to be, we’ll collide, one more time.

but maybe, we won’t ever talk again. and that’s okay. maybe in years, he will be married to cho and i will be doing my own thing. we won’t think of each other and when we do, we’ll only laugh it off, thinking how the world didn’t end when we fell apart.

maybe, it will become just another one of my champagne problems.

[ryansjagger]

“Cute?” Kyle asked, scoffing before she could stop herself. Maybe she didn’t need to make Ruby as jaded as she was when it came to the boy’s romantic (a stretch) endeavors. Maybe she could see if Ruby stuck around long enough to learn for herself. Or maybe she needed a little more optimism. Ruby seemed to be chock full of it. “Well, you’re already far ahead of us,” Jake laughed. “So why wouldn’t we have you do it instead of just putting a bandaid on it and hoping for the best,” He shrugged. “Not that we’ve done that before,” Clarke added with a playful smirk. “Do you not like people or something?” Jake asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “You guys definitely didn’t go to school together—everybody knows Clarke,” He added with a laugh. “And me!” Danny added, but was met with nothing. “Of course, buddy,” Clarke said, throwing an arm around Clarke and giving him a little shake. “Well, where do you think I got it from?” Danny asked with a grin. “From me, obviously,” Kyle snickered. “And who’d she get it from?” Jake asked, then pointed at himself. “Well, what kinda teacher do you want?” Jake asked. “If you want the nicer teacher, then I’ll teach you. If you want the better teacher, you’ll wanna talk to Ryan,” He added with a chuckle. “For the record, I didn’t think you were boring from the jump. Kinda hard to think the girl that got on a stage full of people with a complete stranger is boring,” Kyle said, and smiled at Ruby. She wanted this to work so badly. Even if she didn’t know her that well yet, she saw something in Ruby that she couldn’t shake. And Kyle Herrera wasn’t often wrong.

“Don’t bullshit me now,” Ryan said with a chuckle. “This is not the first time you’re hearing it. No shot,” He added with a smirk. Ryan didn’t believe in not telling hot girls that they’re hot. He liked the girls that gave him a hard time almost as much as the ones that were easy. Both ended up in bed with him at the end of the day. “Purple’d be cool,” Ryan agreed. “Though, I’m not the authority. Kyle’ll do it up for you. And she won’t let you do a color if she thinks it’ll look bad. Her and Danny went back and forth for like, a whole day because whatever color he picked she thought would look, and I quote, so fugly that it’d make God sent a new plague,” He laughed. “Oh yeah, the pictures look sick as fuck. I think there’s a couple on the band’s Instagram,” He said. “If you wanted to see it for real. Between the amount of time, and all the bitching we did, I really don’t think it’ll ever happen again. Unless maybe all of us just dye our hair one color each to make a rainbow,” He explained with a shrug. Though he really did feel it, exaggerating how excruciating and boring it was just to get under Kyle’s skin made it secretly fun. “I’ve got a baby niece and a sister who is begging for a reason to kick my ass so yeah, I’ve learned to censor myself decently well when I need to,” He chuckled. “Well, what else is there to do in Russia besides smoke and freeze to death?” Ryan asked with a snicker. New York was the furthest from home that he’d ever been, so all he knew was what he saw on TV. “Eh,” He shrugged. “You wanna make rock music, it’s okay if you sound a little shitty. I mean, it’s been working for The Front Bottoms for years,” He laughed. “And I’ve been smoking since I was a kid. I don’t think I sound half-bad,” He added with a shrug. “It’s a good thing to learn about yourself. More important than if you’re a morning person or a night person if you ask me,” He smirked. It was kind of sweet to see Ruby drunk and enjoying herself. He forgot what it felt in those early days, when being drunk felt extra special. “And, I gotta say, I’m very relieved that you’re not an asshole when you’re drunk. I mean, who knows—maybe that swing doesn’t just extend to dudes breaking into your house,” He teased, then nudged the back of her head in the same spot that her guitar collided with his skull. “Well, if you like it so much, then maybe you oughta do it more,” He smirked. “And now you know exactly where to find it,” He chuckled. After she pulled away from him, Ryan couldn’t help but to laugh. He hoped—though he couldn’t be sure—that this wouldn’t matter tomorrow. “You’re saying that like it’s your first kiss,” He laughed. “But if you want to practice some more, I’m right here,” He offered. 

Ruby gave Kyle a confused look before she understood. She was thankful then again, that she was finally getting out more and understanding what people her age were actually like. “He’s cute around her,” she said with a smirk when Kyle mentioned Lexi. “I feel like if you guys are already calling on me to use what I learned so far in nursing school to patch you up I should be a little scared,” Ruby said with a soft chuckle. “I don’t really know that many people,” she said with a shrug. “I went to The Chapin School in Queens for high school, if you know anyone that went there,” she offered, though she knew that even if Clarke or Danny did know someone from her school they wouldn’t really know her. She kept her head down and studied—and on the days her mother was late to pick her up from school she’d stand outside of the band room and listen to the students tune and warm up with a heavy heart. Her smile turned from shy to excited when they shared the same sentiment for Free Fallin’ that she did. “Well your mom has great taste!” she said to Danny with an enthusiastic smile. “That is really awesome,” she said. “I’d really like to get better at the guitar though so…y’know if any of you wanna give me any lessons,” Ruby said as her brows gently rose. She grinned watching Jake get affectionate with Ryan and giggled at Kyle’s reaction. “Fuck yeah, cheers,” she said to Clarke, tipping her cup to his and hoping she wasn’t blushing too hard after he winked at her. 

Ruby’s cheeks blushed, and she was grateful for the darkness to hide that from Ryan. “You guys keep saying that it’s—“ she cut herself off with a laugh. “It’s so weird to hear,” she admitted, shaking her head. “I think I’d like a purple color, maybe lavender or something,” she mused, running her fingers through her soft brown hair. She thought about cutting it too, maybe, and laughed while Ryan recounted his mishap with weed and hair bleach. “I bet you guys looked awesome with rainbow hair though,” she said with a grin. “I just didn’t think you were the kind of person who was even capable of censoring himself. You haven’t really so far in the short time I’ve known you,” she said with a little chuckle, taking note of the way his eyes moved over her, how it made something tingle down her spine. “Apparently everyone in Russia smokes all the time, including all the nurses and doctors so my mom really doesn’t think much of it and never has,” she shrugged. “I bet it’s really no good for my voice to be smoking at all,” Ruby mused. But it didn’t stop her from taking another drag like she’d been doing it for her entire life. Maybe it was the hours spent reading or playing quietly while her mother smoked in her favorite arm chair. Over the years the curtains in their living room turned a bit yellow, and Ruby wondered why she wouldn’t just smoke outside on the stoop like the other people on the block. “Oh, good,” she said, her grin growing wider when Ryan said she was a good drunk person. She didn’t know why that sort of compliment felt good, but everything was feeling pretty good at the moment. And she felt even more relieved when Ryan reassured her not to be embarrassed in front of Elliot. Thought she’d sort of forgotten about him, sitting out here and talking with Ryan. “I like me when I’m having fun too,” she replied with a giggle. She didn’t have anything to say, and didn’t realize just how badly she’d wanted Ryan to kiss her until it was happening—and she kissed him back. After a few moments Ruby pulled away from his lips with a quiet smack, her hand on his cheek and her eyes slowly opening to look at him. Her eyelids were so heavy. It seemed easier to keep them closed. “Am I any good at this?” she asked him, her brows furrowing for a second before a string of drunken laughter bubbled out of her mouth. She rested her forehead on Ryan’s shoulder and closed her eyes again. She was loose-limbed and light. “You can tell me if I’m not, you know, I won’t be offended or anything like that,” she continued, her voice slightly slurred, slow and breathless. She liked being drunk. Drunk was fun. Kissing Ryan was fun too, so much fun—and it felt so good. “I’d just want to get better if I’m terrible at it,” she chuckled. 

[ryssbelle]

Bro didn't even get a chance

Wanted to try my hand at the drawing Otto with your oc trend, but like this little guy is the only one I got so here they are in da void.

I thought this would be a funny bit but realized halfway through it was very similar to one felsicveins already did here but again I was already halfway done so I was like screw it I'm finishing it XD

Otto belongs to @felsicveins

[artsyaprilmr]

Every self respecting band must have a photo of them sitting on the couch together methinks

(version with Jazzy under the cut)

:^)

[atangledfate]

Oh? was Bee going to let her take some of this delicious Beezle Juice home with her? She really did spoil her didn't she? she'd have less reason to leave her bedroom oh she really did know her so well! She was truly the happiest when she was nursing a bottle and high as a kite! or maybe second happiest? she rather did enjoy these quiet moments with Bee... and over the years she had grown rather fond of her friend. Maybe because Gluttony and Slothfulness nearly went hand in hand or was it something else?

" It has been a long time hasn't it? I do miss it, these little moments together. But as you say, our Rings keep us busy... and my Naps are not something i can ignore... what free time i have i spend trying to understand my prophetic dreams. You know i was going to ask Stolas for his insight... but that seems shot in the foot now... "

She sighed with a slight grumble, as she had wanted to offload some of her work on Stolas. She didn't trust Paimon but Stolas was owed her for saving his life--- That and he was more genuine then others Goetia.

" Oh Yes! Sloth PD, It took many years to discipline my little ones into following rules and regulations. Demons are prone to chaos after all... but i had to insure my people were protected from extortion and theft. It was an investment... but if you'd like to borrow a squad for your own use i'm sure we can come to some exchange... "

She Smile knowing a warmness there she didn't share for many others in all of Hell. But Bee was special, and there friendship was a deep one. Sure they had there disagreements at times and even refused to talk to each other for a whole century over that little bet back in the dark ages! but that was just how friends were, and no matter how bad it got they always made up.

" You aren't wrong About Heaven treating Adam like a golden child. If i hadn't treated him the way i did i'm sure someone else would have. But that doesn't change the responsibility was mine... I'll take the blame for his misogyny perhaps that was my first great sin..."

She lamented when it came to adam, she still very much blamed herself even if both Lilith and Luci told her he was rotten from the start. She suspected Bee felt the same way... but she could never quite forgive herself.

" Yes... I don't pretend to know where she went or why. But i know there is no demon in Hell who could subdue her... and Luci loves her to much to try... she seems to have abandoned us, i do wonder where she's hiding..."

She took a long drink of the Beezle Juice and stared at the bottle as if more memories flooded back to her. Oh if that was her only crime she could have endured, but that wasn't why she fell was it? the truth was harder to swallow... and a pill she choked down to this day.

" You'd think that would be why they cast me out... But it wasn't. They called me lazy, and scolded me for not being more hands on with Adam. But they were fine with it... i got many lectures and talks about how to steer him toward righteousness... but never more then a talking to..."

She glanced up at Bee as her eyes grew softer, as if the memory was enough to drag her down to hell all over again. yet it didn't last long as it was very quickly replaced with seething hatred and rage!

" When Luci was cast out... I refused to take sides. I didn't believe what he did was without fault. But i also thought giving the man a kingdom sounded foolish... but also that perhaps it was to harsh. Can we really fault him for love? my crime was inaction... refusal to band with the other angels to condemn him... for that Heaven cast me out... "

" and that's the story of my fall... and my days in heaven... i hate them... i hate Dad most of all... and one day i will see it all burn! i long for that day..."

Bel snorted at the fuzzy memory of Bee covering those poor imps with glitter and confetti! She had never seen Satan so enraged by her drunken antics! Her only regret was that she was to drunk to defend Bee, and ended up giggling the entire time! Which only made Satan more livid! She was sure that if he thought he could get away with it he'd have tossed them both in a dark hole for a 1000 years! Or maybe even worse...

" I'm not sure what was more amusing... those poor imps screeching and running around screaming... or the look on poor satan's face as he was trying to reprimand us... i'm sorry i was to drunk to defend you... but i'm sure he's over that by now right? eh maybe not..."

She casually popped the top off the bottle with a soft sniff of the brew. She knew full well that what ever Bee cooked up was going to be amazing! for all her alchemical knowledge, she was still unable to devise just how Bee made her brews. But then this was her specialty, and Bel doubted she would ever match it in any capacity.

" Well now who is keeping a secret stash --- you cheeky thing you. Not that i would expect less... every girl needs her secrets after all..."

She placed the bottle to her lips and enjoyed the cool liquid running down her throat. The flavor was so exotic, thrilling and distinctly Bee herself. It was such a hard flavor to describe... and the strength of it made her shiver--- it was so potent! if only she could get Bee to part with more of it...

" Intentional? No not intentional but the end result is still the same. Had i had more foresight, well perhaps Adam would have been less of as you say a Dick..."

She took another long drink of the bottle and debated where to even start her long sorted story. It wasn't pleasant to think of but if anyone deserved this tale it was Bee, whom she considered to be quite close to her. Someone whose friendship she valued more then she feared Satan's wrath... plus she was gorgeous and that smile had a way of swaying her.

" In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth... you know that part of the story... but along with heaven he created the Angelic Choirs. Each Choir was given a duty...and it was what we were meant for... its all we could think about. To do otherwise was considered heresy. I was part of the Choir of Principality. Our duty was simple... guide the creatures god created down a heavenly path. simple, elegant, and boring... "

She swirled the liquid in her bottle and looked distant like she weren't really with Bee anymore but drifting through her memories.

" So imagine my pleasure when I was given a new task! to guide Gods greatest creation--- Man. It was such an honor! a delight really, and i thought there could be no greater honor in all of heaven. So you see... i was in essence, a mother to Adam... and later to Lilith. I treated him like the golden child he was meant to be... you can imagine how he let that go to his head. "

She grumbled at the memory and how he grew from such an innocent boy to a horny man who demanded Lilith's hand. She had never showed him discipline and so it was natural that he instead believed his every thought was perfection! he could do no wrong, he could do as he pleased, and worse--- he believed Lilith was HIS!

" in my defense... I tried to sway him down that path but... it was to late, and the monster you know as Adam was born. So... yes Adam being a self absorbed prick is my fault. But! i certainly wasn't the idiot who gave him wings! How that man made it into heaven after how he treated Lilith is beyond me... "

she sighed and took another long drink from the bottle wondering if Bee thought less of her.

" So yes Bee i unfortunately made a monster... i'm just happy Lilith forgave me ... despite everything she endured "

[delicatepointofview]

gonna have to deal with people missing the point of louis singing 1d songs in festivals... don't get me started on the other covers

[kickedin17]

So I've been privately quite resistant to the theory/read that clancy is being possessed through all of this and that's why he's acting the way he is. I've been ruminating on it more & I pinned down that the reason for that, the thing for me, is like. This album cycle so far has effectively served as reclamation for clancy - of his name, his life, the people and things that matter to him. Lyrically the album details a person resisting the urge to fall back into old harmful habits and isolate himself, which clancy does (with at least some self-awareness) by "overcompensating." We knew from the start of this era he was willing to do whatever it took to remain himself and to take down dema and end the cycle.

Obviously we still don't know exactly what happened after the end of the paladin mv. In my opinion we also don't know what Exactly last night meant either other than that clancy has drifted somewhere dangerous and maybe irretrievable (though I highly doubt that), and that he simultaneously seems to be crying out for help. Maybe all that means he has been seized this entire time or is dead already or whatever whatever. In My Opinion though, I think it's just the less logical conclusion to jump to because what does that leave us exactly? A clancy who once again has been stripped of agency. A clancy who, once again, is defined almost entirely by the perceptions and movements of the bishops or the banditos or whoever else thinks they have claim over him and his name and his face and his message. For him to come out of the gates swinging so hard but ultimately end up in the same place he started is maybe *realistic* if we are talking about literal cycles of addiction or mental illness, but we've already been exploring that for the last 10 years on 3 albums prior to this, and that's not what clancy (album/era) has been doing or saying to me. This is a person who is fighting so hard not to repeat the cycle that they go too far. They self destruct. They know there are people waiting for them to be better and they're trying, but it's a big fucking ask, isn't it? It's so hard to find balance, if that's something you've never had before. It's so hard to get it right.

Outside of my personal clancy/blurryface dichotomy theory (which I think explains why his shirt is sometimes black - it's blurryface, not necessarily clancy being smeared (unless you assume those two states are one and the same which on a separate meta level they probably are but getting into that is going to add like 3 more paragraphs to this)) - I believe clancy has been himself, unequivocally, through this whole era so far. I believe last night he was cognizant and chose to push the torchbearer away, maybe because he lost trust in him due to paranoid self sabotage, maybe to try to protect him because clancy is also aware that he's on a crash course but cannot find the brakes anymore (the line). Maybe some combination of both.

Also worth noting - his letter about "absolute power" did not anywhere say that he wanted to be a bishop. It sounds more like he wants to be a king (of a kingdom swingin on a swing etc etc). Whatever he's trying to turn dema into I think it will be different, even if it's ultimately just as toxic. We know, and he knows, he can simply destroy it all (bandito/overcompensate), but that's also hard. It's so so hard. I don't know how many of us ever actually make it that far - I know I never have. I think that's probably what he went in intending to do but it doesn't seem like that's where we've actually ended up.

The cycle might repeat again, and maybe (my fingeys crossed) take us back to blurryface somehow for its 10th anniversary, but I think it's going to be different this time. We aren't going back to jumpsuit/the start of the trench era. We aren't going back to how things were during sai. These concerts were intended to be flashbacks, memories, "reminding us why we fight." Reminding clancy why he's doing what he's about to do. Which is different than whatever he's done before. Whether or not this "sounds like an ending" (it doesn't), I think this is something new. That doesn't mean it's something Good. But we don't quite know that yet, either.

In short and to try to make this probably incoherent post more coherent: To Me (and I could be wrong, I've been wrong before) it is still clancy, just like it was always clancy. Whatever he's going through and whatever he becomes are because of his own actions. Not the bishops, not the banditos, not torchbearer. Him. And isn't that so much more tragic? And so much more real?

[stairset]

I'm not going over my thoughts on like the ethics of using AI for music videos or whatever again cause I covered everything I have to say about that when Degenerate came out but if anyone cares about my opinion on the new video all I have to say is just that I hope this is an annoying experimental phase that they'll eventually move on from so that I can finally stop seeing and hearing about it.