#but the way both are staged and performed

[checkadii]

mfs do anything but finish their wips . like startign another, for example

[kairoot]

⌞ 𝐍𝟏𝐋𝐇 ⌝ ★ l. close enough, drop the album.

★. young rockstar Kim Hongjoong is absolutely infatuated with you, a global star and known singer. he seems like a player to the public eye but no one knows him personally. well, he doesn’t stick around for people to get to know him.. he makes multiple attempts at stealing your heart but you just won’t budge. you thought it would be easy to open up again but your past slowly catches up to you with an unloving father and one crazy ex.

— ★

“what do you mean i have to go?” you whined to your manager and best friend, binna. she sighed, not wanting to repeat herself once again.

“y/n, you have to.”

“but i’d rather not. this isn’t fair, binna!” you ran your hands down your face, whining again.

“you’re acting like i’m the one making you go. these are the company’s orders!” binna argued, taking a seat next to you on the practice room’s floor.

as of right now, you were trying your best to get out of having to go to the big soirée you were invited to. it’s not like you weren’t grateful for the invitation. you were just exhausted. and there was too much going on in your head. you hadn’t been to one of these events since your brother, jaehyun, was sent away.

it was hard for you to be social. maybe it was the anxiety. there were rumors that you were one of those rude celebrities because of the way you isolated yourself at parties and such. but of course that wasn’t true. you just didn’t know how to put yourself out there. everyone expects you to be extroverted and outgoing because of the way you display yourself on social media. but that was all of your company’s doing.

no one ever knew the true you, except for jaehyun and binna.

you sighed, giving up on your escape. binna sent you a soft, reassuring smile.

“at least mr. kim hongjoong’ll be there.” she nudged you, wiggling her eyebrows. you groaned, rolling your eyes.

“what is your obsession with him?” you shook your head, standing up and grabbing your things.

“uhm, he’s like the biggest rockstar of our generation! and he loves you.” she emphasized the ‘love’ part, poking your side playfully. you shook your head, smiling a bit.

“i don’t even know the guy, bin.”

“but you could get to know him. tonight!” she said as the both of you walked toward the door.

you ignored binna’s comment as the both of you walked to the company car. she continued to poke and prod at the interaction that could be made, but you continued to show no interest. your mind was already occupied, dreading the night ahead and the socializing that came with it.

the pressure of performing off-stage, having to mingle with strangers who saw you as nothing more than the glamorous image curated by your company, weighed on you. none of those people knew you nor did they care to.

your arrival at the event was swift. the venue was as extravagant as you’d expected, chandeliers casting a soft glow over the guests’ heads. the air buzzed with small talk and laughter, your stomach starting to churn with each step you took.

“see? not so bad, right?” binna whispered as she looped her arm through yours, pulling you toward the bar.

you nod half-heartedly, scanning the crowd for any familiar faces. it only took a moment before your eyes landed on a blonde. the rockstar himself, kim hongjoong. you quickly turned your head back, not wanting binna to think you were interested all of a sudden.

“is that him?” binna gasped, starting to tug you toward him. your eyes widened as you tried pulling your arm out of her grip.

“binna, no,” you said quietly.

“oh, c’mon, y/n. it’ll be fine, he’s soooo nice!”

“oh? and how would you know?” you quirked an eyebrow.

she paused for a moment, “erm.. just a thought?”

you shook your head, smiling. you turned around to go back to the bar, leaving binna and her hongjoong-filled brain alone.

after ordering your drink, you took a deep breath, willing your nerves to settle. you were used to performing on stage, but mingling in these kinds of social events always left you feeling out of place.

binna’s excitement was palpable, and you couldn’t help but smile despite yourself. you turned to the bartender, signaling for another glass of sparkling water. just as you brought it to your lips, the background music suddenly cut off, replaced by the distinct feedback of a microphone being tapped.

“ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention please,” the emcee’s voice boomed across the room, causing everyone to pause their conversations. you turned toward the stage, your brow furrowing in confusion. “we have a special treat for you tonight. our favorite star, y/n, will be performing for us!”

your heart dropped.

the crowd erupted in applause, and you stood there, frozen, the glass slipping from your hand and shattering on the floor. binna’s eyes widened as she grabbed your arm.

“binna,” you whispered, panic setting in. “what is he talking about..?”

“i—i don’t know!” she stammered, equally bewildered. “no one told me anything about this.”

your breath quickened as you felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on you. the emcee continued, clearly expecting you to make your way to the stage.

“y/n?” he glanced around, searching for you in the crowd. “come on up!”

binna squeezed your arm reassuringly. “you’ve got this, okay? you’re a pro.”

“but I’m not prepared,” you hissed, but there was no time to argue. you took a shaky breath, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. before you knew it, you were being gently pushed towards the stage by well-meaning staff members.

the room seemed to blur as you climbed the steps, the lights too bright, the applause too loud. you somehow made it to the center of the stage, heart pounding so fiercely you thought you might faint.

“i—i wasn’t expecting to perform tonight,” you said into the mic, your voice small and uncertain. a few people in the crowd chuckled softly, and you swallowed hard. “but i do have a new song that I’d like to share with you.”

the audience applauded again, and the band began to play a familiar melody. the opening chords of one of your newest single, ‘black mascara’ filled the room, and you forced yourself to relax. this was your element. slowly, you closed your eyes and let the music take over, the initial panic subsiding as you began to sing.

you voice soared, clear and powerful, weaving through the lyrics that had once been your lifeline. as you sang, the room seemed to fall away, leaving just you and the music. you could feel the weight of eyes on you, the intensity of the gaze almost palpable. despite yourself, you risked a glance in hongjoong’s direction.

he was watching you intently, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—a glimmer of admiration, maybe? or curiosity? you couldn’t be sure. he bobbed his head slightly to the beat, his presence both comforting and unnerving at the same time. the cameras swarmed around him and the other celebrities, capturing their reactions. hongjoong didn’t do much to react except nod along, but his focus was unwavering.

the song drew to a close, the final note hanging in the air before fading into silence. the applause was thunderous, but all you could think about was getting out of there.

“thank you,” you mumbled into the mic before quickly stepping off the stage. you ignored the people reaching out to congratulate you, heading straight for the exit.

“y/n, wait!” binna called after you, but you couldn’t stop, couldn’t breathe until you were outside, the cool night air hitting your flushed skin. you spotted the company car waiting for you and practically ran to it, throwing yourself inside.

“take me home, please,” you instructed the driver, your voice trembling with exhaustion and irritation. As the car pulled away from the venue, you closed your eyes, leaning back against the seat. the performance had gone well, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being blindsided, of being watched so closely.

it wasn’t until much later, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, that you realized: the intensity of hongjoong’s gaze had left an imprint on you, one that you weren’t sure you could forget.

and the thought terrified you.

•

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[razorblade180]

Capturing the Spark

Weiss:*peeks into music room* Summer, sweetie? I can’t help notice you’re playing the same note for like…ten minutes.

Summer: *plucking string* I’ve reach creative bankruptcy.

Weiss:You’re sixteen. There’s something in there.

Summer:Nothing good.

She points at a decently sized pile of paper on the floor. Weiss takes a look at one and realizes it’s a whole song.

Weiss:Are these originals!? Why are they on the floor!?

Summer:I don’t like how they came out. Weeks and months of revising but they feel mediocre.

Weiss:Says you. A single opinion from a creator is damning in any art form. I could’ve listened.

Summer:You would’ve been too nice and supportive.

Weiss:Summer, I told your father he looked fat in the first tux he chose for our wedding. I will never willingly let you embarrass yourself in front of people.

Summer:…There’s been talk on the radio about my recent songs and concerts. People are saying I’m losing my spark, and they aren’t wrong if I’m being honest. Things feel…different.

Weiss:Could it be because you’re getting healthy?

Summer:Pfft, now you’re making me sound ridiculous. Yes, that’s exactly it. Being on stage feels weird now that I’m not fighting for my life. Is that wrong?

Weiss:Little bit, but I get it. Your life was on the line. Adrenaline was at an all time high.

Summer:Exactly! My body was cold and hot. I had to focus on staying myself while thousands cheered my name and had zero clue I was basically on a battlefield! Now I’m just performing.

Weiss:Haha, and that’s a bad thing? It’s gonna be an adjustment but you still have that spark. You don’t need your life on the line to bring it out. You also need to treat these songs better.

Summer:Mom, they’re garbage. My fans don’t come for me for darker stuff anyways.

Weiss:They are fruits of labor. Sure not all of them will be perfect, but not every song you make will be a hit and don’t have to be. Treat these like your puppy. Don’t throw them away because they’re a little all over the place.

Summer:Where is he right now?

Weiss:Bothering Jaune. Anyways, fuck your haters.

Summer:Wow!

Weiss:I mean it! You are the singer! You can’t make people like your music but you change the audience that fills your seats. They’re called fans because they help make you burn bright.

Summer:….

Weiss:The way I see it, you can change up your style and genre to better capture and represent the raw feelings that give you the spark, or bask in the irony of a crowd that loves you, but can’t fathom the real weight of your performance.

Summer:You’ve done that too!?

Weiss:I’ve written so many songs that come from my feelings being around my abusive father and most people don’t have a clue. We may be the entertainment at a concert, but we both know how easy it is to see the crowd as the real fools.

Summer:Yet when I talk like this, therapy gets mentioned.

Weiss:Hey, I’ve been to it many times. I know exactly who I am, and you will too. One day at a time. You’re not creatively bankrupt. You’re just not cashing in all the ideas you have.

And with that nugget of wisdom, Weiss kisses her daughter on the forehead before leaving her to think on it.

Summer:(Damn it. She’s gonna feel so proud about that line.) *grabs paper*……

xxxxxx

Weiss:*walking down stairs* I’m back. How’s the puppy?

Jaune:*holding him up* Air jail. Did you solve the one note wonder?

Weiss:Yeah, but it’s gonna get louder in sec-

🎶VVVVVRRRREEEERRRRR🎶

Both of them looked up as the sound of a distorted and almost wailing guitar started singing wildly. Jaune looked at his wife to see her casually head banging with a smug face. They weren’t even sure if the notes lead to something or if their daughter was simply going for it.

Weiss:It’s been awhile since I heard a eulogy like this.

Jaune:A eulogy?

Weiss:Can’t you hear it? It’s for the death of a pop star as we know her.

[lookingfts]

Hi! In If I Hurt You, did Kate and Anthony ever have completely sober sex before they were in a committed relationship?

Going to do another double answer! (I really do try not to blow up all of your feeds.)

I think Anthony was sober when he took Kate's virginity. He really did want it to be good for her and tried to take care of her. I think (and maybe I'll get into this more if I do an Anthony POV), when they met, the drugs and alcohol were more for fun. His use just got heavier over time, trying to bury the grief that he hadn't dealt with, and struggling with the pressure of fame, until he couldn't really function without it. And that was when Kate had to walk away, because she was never getting the sober version of Anthony anymore. And why she gravitated toward him at the awards show afterparty - because it was like the old Anthony, the one she missed.

Have you ever heard "I Wanna Be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys?: it's my personal Anthony and Kate theme. I can see If I Hurt You Anthony performing an unplugged version of an ode he wrote to Kate at their wedding. His vows, basically. Do you think he would release it as a single or keep it for just them? I could see it going both ways. Imagine his acceptance speech if it won a Grammy 😭

I love Arctic Monkeys. One of my stories is named from the lyrics to I Wanna Be Yours (Secrets I have held in my heart - an older one, I think that was the third Kanthony fic I ever wrote). But definitely, he writes like an embarrassing number of songs about Kate, and surprises her with one at their reception - a song she's never heard before. It's easier for him to communicate through music than it is to say the words. If he did release it as a single, I could see Kate coming out on stage with him to sing it together. Maybe Eternity or Breathe for You.

[redrose10]

Here is #12 from the picture game! Thanks for requesting!

Warnings: None that I can think of

You felt absolutely awful. It wasn’t really your fault but still. Your husband Yoongi was performing his first ever solo concert and you were going to miss it. Your daughter had a very important doctors appointment that couldn’t be missed so you both were going to fly out and meet him there a couple days after he had arrived. It should’ve been pretty standard as it was something you’d done many times before.

But then you got to the airport only to find out that there was country wide system issue. No planes were coming or going. They were furiously looking for ways to fix it but the customer service representative let you know that it would most likely be a day or two. Which meant you were not going to get there in time. Politely you nodded in acceptance but quickly walked away not wanting her to see your tears. You felt like you were letting Yoongi down even though you knew he would roll his eyes and call you a big dummy head for even thinking that.

“Mommy are we going to see daddy soon?”, your three year old daughter Mae questioned after you took a seat in the waiting area.

“Not yet baby. I think we’re going to have to wait a few days.”, you said trying to soothe her by running your fingers through her hair as she began to cry. Just great. If you didn’t feel bad enough for letting Yoongi down now you also disappointed your daughter.

After a quick phone call to Yoongi to let him know what was going on and him reassuring you over and over that it was okay and he couldn’t wait to see you in a few days you left to go home and try to relax and save what was left of the day.

When you woke up the next morning you had a great idea. After spending a few hours going back and forth between Yoongi’s manager and his assistant your plan was all put into motion and you couldn’t be more excited.

Yoongi had just finished performing Daechwita and was taking a little breather just giving some banter back and forth with the crowd. His first solo concert was going off without a hitch and the only thing missing was his beautiful wife and daughter, but he understood that things happen and you’d both be in his arms in a couple days.

“Armmmyyyyyy are you enjoying the show?”, he screamed into the mic.

He smiled as the crowd screamed in return. He started walking to the second stage when his manager ran out in front of him. Immediately Yoongi panicked thinking something had happened to you or his daughter. The manager quickly calmed his nerves taking his mic from him.

His manager said, “You’re entire team knows that you’re a little down today since Y/N and Mae couldn’t be here.”, Yoongi nodded being met with awws from the crowd. He got shy and turned away. His manager continued, “Since we all love you so much we put together a little surprise for you.”

The manager turned and pointed to the large screen and Yoongi did the same.

Seconds later your smiling faced popped up. You were holding your daughter on your lap.

“Hi my love”, you began, “I’m so sorry that we couldn’t be there tonight with you but we know that you are absolutely killing it.”

“Hi Daddy!!”, Mae screamed getting quite the reaction out of the crowd. You continued, “We don’t want to take up too much of your time. We just wanted to tell you that we’re so proud of you and we love you.”

Your daughter piped up again, “And you’re the bestest daddy in the whole wide world!”

You helped your daughter off of your lap so she could go play before you turned back to the camera.

“Yeah you really are the best daddy in the whole wide world.”, you chuckled, “You’re also the best husband ever. So that’s why I’m so excited to be expanding our family with you.”, you smiled holding up the ultrasound photo, “Okay Yoongs, get back to your show! I know I’ll be getting a call from you as soon as it’s over. Love you, bye!”

The screen went black and Yoongi turned to the crowd just in awe of how his life has turned out.

Yoongi’s assistant had texted you when the video was starting. You were impatiently waiting for a response on how things went.

“Any update?”, you texted.

Moments later you got a response back. No words. Just a photo of your husband staring lovingly with a huge smile plastered on his face.

[not-goldy]

Everyone says Jimin is emotionally intelligent but so is Jungkook in his own way, if not more sometimes. Here is a man who is willing to literally do anything to make Jimin happy, to make him smile and laugh, he cares for him and cooks for him, picks his shoes up and makes sure he knows how amazing he is. Does Jimin give this back to Jungkook? I honestly don’t see it most of the time.

I smiled when you said- in his own way.

Bless his heart he is

In his own way

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Eh?? Wait what?👀

You don't see Jimin giving back what to Jungkook??

The physical affection, reassurances, nurturing, constant praises, comforting him, gifting him things, making time for him, feeding his fantasies, supporting his music, staying loyal to him inspite of negative remarks he gets around him, making input into his stage performances and directions, he nearly passed out from trying different foods and what not just so Kook won't feel alone, the I'll cuddle you to sleep tonight, none of that counts as something in your eyes?? Planning a whole ass surprise birthday visit to this man on his birthday that brought the man to tears and me to my knees and you saying what now??

People didn't understand me when I said this back then but I will say this again, their energy around the time JM went to celebrate Kooks birthday is similar to the dynamic and energy they had the 1st few shoots of AYS with JM feeling a need to make a grand gesture towards Kook.

If you don't see it. ma'am. I'm gonna have to fix your eyes for you.

May be you don't see it because you don't place much stock in what he has to offer to those around him including Jungkook.

From where I sit I think they both pretty amazing lovers. I want what they each have to offer.

They both express themselves differently and that's okay too. If you needed emotional nurturing Jimin is your guy. If you need physical nurturing Jungkook is your guy. They both have unique depths to them.

[reidsbabyhoney]

hi love!

saw that you write for hozier, and was wondering if you could write something fluffy. maybe since the tour is ending soon, maybe him coming home for the first time in a while?

xx

in which andrew is finally back from tour and you couldn't be happier.

pairing: hoizer x fem!reader category: fluff cw: tiniest bit of angst if you squint. he walks out in a towel and reader has some interesting thoughts. no use of y/n. wc: 1.3k a/n: thank you so much for requesting! this was so much fun to write, I was listening to 'unknown' when this request came in so it is very lightly inspired by that. and by very lightly I mean I took inspiration from the line 'you know the distance never made a difference to me'. this is my first time writing in a while so please be kind. lots of love!! (also he looks so cute in this picture, I can't get over it.)

You were basically buzzing with anticipation. Having to stay in Wicklow for work had its up and downs. One of the most notable downs was that when Andrew went away for tour, there were long gaps you would go without seeing each other.

You had seen him two months ago when he had the smallest break from tour, and you called almost every night updating each other on your days. Usually, you'd fell asleep on the phone due to the time difference, but he had the habit of carrying his phone with your sleeping face covering the screen until you woke up. Recalling the time you woke up when he was in the middle of a concert, his phone being propped up on a stand off to the side of the stage.

But today Andrew was finally coming home. No more music festivals to perform at, no more concerts to hold, no more award shows to attend. He would finally be all yours.

You felt a bit guilty, knowing how much he loved performing and seeing his fans, but you were counting down the seconds until he walked through the door of your shared home.

The clock was inching closer to 6pm, which was the time Andrew said he would be home. Never being someone who had patience for much, you were sat outside on the porch swing you insisted he install a few years ago.

Finally a black car pulled into the driveway and Andrew stepped out. Sprinting to him like there was an Olympic medal to be won at the end of your journey you jumped into his arms once you reach him.

"Missed you so much love." he says into your hair as he holds you up, making sure you don't fall from his tight grip around your waist.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're finally home." you say as hugging him tightly as if he would disappear from your hold.

Letting go, you get good look at him and see his hair seemed to grow a bit longer in the two months you were apart. Though, he also seemed to have given up on the routine you've tried to have him stick to since you started dating.

"You're hairs grown." you say admiring how beautiful he looks, but that might just because your boyfriend is a 6'6 Irish man that looks like he came from the woodlands of a fairy tale.

"Hm, you like it?" he questions looking into your eyes for a second before putting you down onto solid ground.

"I love it." With that, you make your way up the steps of the house, one of his lighter bags in hand.

Andrew follows close behind you into the house, not missing how every inch spotless and nearly reflective.

Andrew knew you well, too well sometimes. He knew that you got anxious when he was away, and that made him feel both relieved and guilty. Relieved because he was finally home and could hold you in his arms. Guilty because he was away for so long.

Sneaking up behind you, he rests his head on your shoulder as he wraps his arm around you.

"Y'know I'm home for good right. Got my studio right here and the label already knows I won't release a new album for a few years. I'm all yours angel."

At his words you melt into him. "I know, but you know how I get when you're away. Especially when you're flying. Was just worried is all."

He plants a soft kiss at the top of your head at your response. Turning around in his arms you look up at him and see how tired he really is.

"Y'know I love you with my whole heart, but you really should get in the shower so we can eat."

He lets out a playful huff, releasing you from his grip. Turning to make his way upstairs you pull out the ingredients to make a simple pasta dish. Something you know will be filling for you both.

You're nearly done with dinner, the sauce being the only thing that needs to be seasoned and you realized Andrew still hasn't come from your bedroom. He isn't one to take long in the shower so you begin to worry. Quickly throwing in the final seasoning of oregano and thyme into the sauce, you lower the heat on both burners being used, and make your way up the stairs to look for your boyfriend.

Stepping into your shared bedroom, your met with a cloud of mist as the connecting door to the bathroom opens. Seeing your boyfriend walk out in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist made your two months of celibacy very known throughout your body.

"I see some drool slipping past your lips love, best wipe it away before whoever it is you're lusting after knows." he teases lightly, before he walks to the dresser to grab some clothes to change into.

Shaking the thoughts out of your head as an embarrassed blush grows over your face, you clear your throat quickly as a recovery.

"The foods done downstairs whenever you're ready?" It comes out as more a question than a statement, still flustered over your boyfriends appearance.

Andrew turns his head slightly and gives you a knowing smirk, "I'll be down right after I change."

With that you leave him to change a quickly make your way downstairs.

Still a bit flushed once you get to the kitchen, you make a plate for each of you, putting them down in your designated spots at the dining room table, sitting next to each other.

You hear Andrew before you see him, softly humming the tune of ‘Unknown/Nth’.

Taking a seat next to you, he rests his hand on your thigh before digging into the food.

Acting like a man starved, he basically inhales his food before you've even finished half of yours.

"Do they not feed you properly in America or what." you ask, eyes basically popping out of your head, surprised he's already finished his plate

"Nothing could beat a home cooked meal of yours." he says giving you a brief kiss on the cheek before getting up to rinse his dish.

Finishing your own plate, you walk over to the sink where Andrew stands.

"Leave your plate angel. I'll clean the kitchen, you can go get ready for bed. Know your tired." he says as a yawn slips from his mouth.

Going up on your tiptoes, you leave a sloppy kiss on his cheek with a smile and head towards the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Nearly falling asleep while rinsing out your hair, you quickly wash your body and finish your shower. Stepping out, you cover yourself in a towel before opening the door to grab some pajamas to wear. Pajamas that consist of one of Andrew's shirts and a pair of sleep shorts.

Climbing into bed you wait for Andrew to come up to bed.

Closing your eyes for what you think is just a second, your woken up when he crawls into bed, obviously trying not to disturb you and failing.

"Sorry love, was just coming to sleep."

Rolling over so you were facing him, you wait for him to get comfortable in the bed before crawling into his arms. If you could crawl into his skin that's what you would be doing right now.

"Missed you so much, 'm so glad your finally home."

Releasing a small breath, he brings you closer to him, -if that was even physically possible- and plants another kiss on your forehead. "Me too, angel, me too. Next time I'm dragging you on tour with me."

With a small laugh, you let your body rest against his and sleep consumes you.

Feeling the exhaustion finally hit him, Andrew gets a good night's rest for the first time in what felt like years. His love in his arms. He's sure that not even oceans away preforming in arenas he would dream of selling out as a child, could beat the feeling of having you fast asleep in his arms.

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all notes and likes are appreciated!! loving you always, bella xx

[miraluscinia]

In a world teetering on the edge of chaos, a team of extraordinary individuals has emerged from the shadows to protect their beloved Nexus City. Each with their own unique abilities, they form an alliance known as the L.I.F.E. Team — a group of heroes and vigilantes that stand against threats both seen and unseen. Come meet the legendary figures that shape the future of this world:

"Mind over matter, wings of steel,

The heart of a leader, the truth concealed."

The Architect

A mind beyond comprehension, shaping the world with thoughts alone. His vision for the future is unmatched, and with him, the impossible becomes reality.

"A silver tongue, a voice that sways,

Peace before battle, in words he plays."

Vex

With a silver tongue and a charm that cannot be resisted, he’s a master of persuasion, leading the unwary wherever he wishes without lifting a finger.

"Technology obeys, his will commands,

Where machines are present, his genius stands."

The Mechanic

A genius who sees the world in circuits and machines, turning the ordinary into the extraordinary, his creations are as limitless as his mind.

"A snare unseen, a trap well laid,

Silent but deadly, in shadows he's made."

Trapline

A patient hunter who lays traps unseen, controlling the battlefield with deadly precision. His enemies are caught before they even realize they’ve stepped into his web.

"Gravity bows to her lunar might,

A crescent blade, in scarlet night."

Scarlet Moon

A force as elusive as the night sky, she pulls the world into her orbit, bending the unseen forces that surround her to her will.

"Time bends where flowers bloom,

The clock ticks down to nature's doom."

Timekeeper

Time is his domain, bending at his command, flowing like the petals of a flower in bloom. With him, moments are as fluid as nature itself.

"Fire that burns, a heart ablaze,

Heat and flame, in fury's daze."

Blaze

A walking inferno, he ignites everything in his path, channeling a fierce inner fire that consumes all in its wake.

"Invisible steps, shadows in tow,

A silent strike, from darkness flow."

Phantom

A ghost in the night, unseen and untouchable, he drifts between the visible and invisible, always just out of reach.

"Illusions dance, a show so grand,

Master of disguise, transform the land."

Maestro

Reality bends to his performance, a showman whose illusions blur the line between fantasy and truth. With each act, he changes the very stage of life itself.

"Strong as stone, yet swift to mend,

The walls stand firm, never to bend."

Fortress

A pillar of unyielding strength, she stands unbroken, taking on the weight of the world without faltering.

"Illusions twist, reality bends,

Truth and lies, in havoc descends."

Mirage

A master of deception, nothing is ever as it seems in his presence. He weaves false realities, leaving his enemies questioning what’s real.

"Blood and battle, strength reborn,

A healer's hand, a warrior's scorn."

Sanguine

A warrior fueled by the heat of battle, growing stronger as the fight intensifies. His power feeds on chaos, pushing him to even greater heights.

"Wolves that hunt, a leader's call,

Strength in the pack, yet prone to fall."

Fenrir

Once a beacon of hope, now a lone wolf, he leads a pack that gives him strength, each step he takes followed by the howls of the wild at his command.

"Stars align, energy pure,

A shield, a blade, a step so sure."

Starstrike

A protector bathed in the light of the stars, his presence radiates an otherworldly power, guarding the world from the darkness that looms.

"Songs of warning, visions unclear,

The first to fall when danger is near."

The Canary

A harbinger of things yet to come, his instincts lead him through danger before it even arrives, always one step ahead of fate.

"A rumble deep, the ground obeys,

The earth itself moves to his ways."

Quake

The ground trembles beneath him, his bond with the earth unshakable. He moves like a force of nature, unrelenting and unstoppable.

"In roots and leaves, life she finds,

Nature's strength, in her entwines."

Flora

Life flourishes wherever she goes, her touch breathing growth and renewal into the world, as if nature itself responds to her call.

"In darkness she dwells with deadly grace,

A hidden blade in shadow's embrace."

Nightshade

A figure of the shadows, slipping through the cracks of reality unnoticed. Where she goes, the darkness follows, but by the time you see her, it’s already too late.

And that's it for the alias reveal! Sorry for the delay, exams melted by brain. Anywyas... feel free to ask me questions about this AU... i'm working on some art for this so stay tuned for that... <3

[novelconcepts]

This show is incredible, and has so many scenes that are just haunting.

[shakingparadigm]

Hyuna saves Mizi due to her own personal reasoning, not out of rebellion duty or obligation. First, to make up for the death of someone dear to her, and second, as an act of self-consolation. Hyuna sees her past self in Mizi, and believes that saving her will help free herself from the past that she's been shackled to.

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 75: onehat

[justaz]

ballerina marinette lives rent free in my head

[moonshynecybin]

vale is truly the biggest bad bitch fumbler! imagine almost a decade later the sport you hold so dear that you built your legacy in is like “hey so about that bad bitch you fumbled years ago”. you will never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you old man!!! im not even a petty person but if i were marc i Would Want that sound to follow him. let the knife twist every so often to keep the wound open if you will. maybe over time the amount of hurt will make the scales even! i feel like the idea of evenness/fairness in their relationship is a common thread yk?

i literally love that the motogp press establishment writ large clearly wants them to suck and fuck as much as we do like it does rule

[lookingfts]

Do you have more If I Hurt You headcanons 😭😭

I'll start with another ask:

Ooh, Kate can sing in If I Hurt You? How long did it take for Anthony to learn that? I'm imagining her singing to him in bed as another way to pacify him when they hooked up. And after they're in a relationship, maybe he likes to coax her on stage when she can join the band on tour.

Since Simone can sing, it makes sense to me that Kate can too, even if she doesn't really do it professionally. I definitely think both of those things are accurate. Like Past Anthony just would catch her singing quietly in the shower or when she's getting ready, and when he was in a bad place, he asked her to sing to him. Current Anthony likes to bring her out on stage with him, and she acts annoyed but he kisses her and the crowd goes wild. Maybe sometimes she performs a little bit of a song with him, and then sometimes she recreates one of the videos and dances with him, and it's very spicy.

Other headcanons...

Anthony thanks Kate all the time for giving him a second chance. She tells him that he doesn't need to thank her - she only ever wanted to see him healthy and at peace, and now he is.

Kate joins him on his therapy sessions sometimes. It's emotionally tiring, but she knows that he's doing what he promised, and she's proud of him for coming so far. Even if it sometimes dredges up tough memories, it ultimately brings them closer.

He struggles with the itch sometimes, and tries to stay away from places that triggered him, but sometimes he's faced with the temptation. Ben (who was only ever a casual user) keeps an eye on him and tries to keep him away from all of it. Anthony calls Kate when he's struggling on the road and she's not there, and she stays on for as long as he needs, even if it's for hours. Maybe he has a slip and beats himself up over it, scared that Kate might leave him, but she tells him that she'll be there if he doesn't give up, and it proves to just be a one-off.

Ben tells Kate that she really has no idea how much Anthony loves her and she blushes and says she has some idea.

They probably do one of those photoshoots where they're both naked but posed very tastefully. It breaks the internet.

Kate goes to change into her dress for the reception and Anthony takes advantage for their first romp as a married couple. He says "you're my wife" approximately 300 times.

They're married for two years before Kate gets pregnant with Edmund. Anthony is so excited and immediately writes a song about it. Some music critics say he's lost his edge since he got clean, but Anthony doesn't care. Because he's finally happy.

[shredsandpatches]

Yesterday I learned that the 1663 quarto of Doctor Faustus is revised enough that scholars sometimes refer to it as the C-text.

I bring that up because one of the new passages is this:

Just thought I'd drop that on my blog.

[vimbry]

they might be giants are excellent with contemporary or experimental sounds, but they also crush every singalong/traditional pop/old standard cover or stylistically-influenced duet they make.