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🍯New Age Money ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

‘When I was small, God was around and curiously granted my every wish. Now a grownup, I still believe that miracles do happen and that alone gets me up in the morning with such gladness.

And if I am enveloped by a peaceful sun filtering through the branches as I open my curtains, I am sure, everything before my eyes is a message.

When I was small, God was around and sent Love my way every day. And now, it is time I opened that precious box that’s been forgotten, kept hidden in a corner of my heart.

And if I am enveloped by the soft fragrance of cape jasmine in a garden awash by rain, I am sure, everything before my eyes is a message.’

– When I’m Surrounded by Kindness from Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989)

あなたの特技！Surely everybody was born into this world carrying some precious boxes of God-given talents. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to open those boxes and monetise such talents with Soul?

SONG: Yasashisa ni Tsutsumareta nara by Matsutoya Yumi

MOVIE: Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989)

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Pile 1 – ‘Harry, you’re a Witch!’

untapped divine talents – Queen of Cups

Hey, magical creature~ You literally possess mystical powers but you probably didn’t even know~! You’re a sensual being, like a siren, who has an innate ability to feel what others can’t easily perceive. Naturally, this translates into your being highly intuitive, empathetic, imaginative—and you might’ve felt like this world wasn’t made for you. Psychics are incredibly sensitive people and you could’ve felt out of place most of your Life, but as the insightful Jiddu Krishnamurti said: sensitivity is the highest form of intelligence. We’re talkin’ EQ here😘

Someone like you was definitely not built for any kind of money-making endeavour that doesn’t allow you to be sensitive to the needs of others. There’s meaning in your being emotionally attuned and imaginative; even if—for example—you feel that your calling is to become an author, even in your writing it’s clear there’s a purpose of healing those who come into contact with your Art. If you’ve chosen this as your main pile, you literally possess some innate ability to heal others and this explains why you’ve always had the urge to make the world a better place🌍

You see, back in those long-gone days, those who were called witches were really scientists, teachers and healers. The word ‘witch’ comes from ‘wicca’ which means the wise one. Wicca (male) and wicce (female) were the knowledgeable ones who sought to apply their wealth of information and perspectives for the betterment of others as that’s how knowledge becomes wisdom. There is an untapped divine talent resting in you and it is your ability to feel through your psychic senses what society is lacking in terms of its maintenance of its own sanity🎭

YOU, literally hold all the ingredients necessary for a once in a lifetime breakthrough that could potentially heal all of Mankind for centuries to come~🌻

karmic/dharmic opportunities – XIII Death

I betcha you have significant Scorpio influences or 8th House placements or a specifically strong Pluto/Neptune presence in your natal chart. It could be that shortly before you were born someone quite spiritual/religious/magickal in your bloodline had passed away and it almost feels like you were born to pick up the pieces they had left. I betcha that some of your innate interests since childhood or pursuits you feel very strongly about that may have developed later in Life were inspired by or related to that relative/ancestor, one way or another. Like you just share similar patterns of behaviour, interests or even thought processes🦜

What you can really take away from all of this is that you have a purpose higher than yourself. That you came with specific blueprints and that your whole Life, your sense of purpose or mission, all of that is a group project you share with many Souls in the Higher Realms. Only high-vibrational peeps will really resonate with this message😊And that in itself is confirmation for you to know you have many opportunities in the healing and creative industries.

Seriously, you needn’t even have to worry about how you’re gonna make money with these opportunities even if they sound out of reach at the moment. Because it is your Destiny to be a cycle breaker—to start something completely new on your own—a path will be made for you just to fulfil your Destiny. And you can wholeheartedly trust in that to save yourself from excessive worry/anxiety🍷

the future of jobs – 5 of Pentacles

In the industry you’re meant to be part of, there will be a lot of chaos right before you make your debut. Like things are just falling apart and many of the players aren’t even sure what they’re there for anymore. There’s a lot of disillusionment that’s needing to be felt to the max until a breakthrough can really have any meaning. Either that, or some of you could be the one creating more chaos in the industry as you enter it LMAO We call you an industry disruptor, alright? You’re that breath of oxygen everybody was needing because they had been suffocating themselves with their own stupidity��

If you’ve resonated with this pile thus far, know that you’re meant to bring some healing—even enlightenment to some extent—to whichever industry you feel a calling to. And this is totally not a one-man’s show; you will be meeting a lot of kindred spirits in that industry and others associated with it. You’re meant to have an audience and serve a greater spiritual purpose for all involved. Bring back all those people into OG spirituality. All of this for what? For people’s mental health, obvi~💕

How does every one of these people expect themselves to be truly happy and abundant when their viewpoints are marred by childhood traumas and the excessive need for revenge? You of all people understand the innate darkness of the human psychology and the future of jobs within the industry of your calling is dependent on its people transcending above trauma and lack mentality so that a new, healthier paradigm can be established. Out with addictive behaviours; out with destructive habits; in with purer intents~ That’s the kind of New World you’re meant to be a part of to earn your keep in the most high-vibrational way👒

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being of service to Mankind – Gold Physician (Hippocrates)

delights of Life – Priestess of Contemplation

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Pile 2 – Paths Least Travelled Lead to the Greatest Stories

untapped divine talents – 9 of Cups

You…need to go and carve out a LYFE of your own, honey. Since you were quite young, you’ve always had this desire to go explore strange territories and come back to share grand stories only you could tell. A unique Life of your own that sets you apart from your family/community. Try to check what numerology has to say about, for example, your Life Path, Soul Urge, Expression and all that; there may be something there that validates this desire to be unique, to be different, to be a fucking unicorn, and perhaps, to be the FIRST to discover or invent something🦄

You have what it takes to thrive alone, that much I can assure you. Some of you probably even have Jupiter in Pisces/12th House or Neptune/Uranus in 9th House. Whatever it is, your Soul does intend for you to travel paths least travelled and discover magical things only you could have access to. What is this strange narrative for? For discovering your Soul’s heritage. I know it sounds weird. But you’ve come from very distinct bloodlines and I sense many of you have a strong affinity towards the faery realm? There’s a lot of historical truths to uncover as you walk the lonely path of the eccentric hermit🏞

The New Age of Aquarius is changing the way we receive truths. It’s such a glad thing that people are now more open to seeing things for what they truly are no matter how politically ‘incorrect’ or heartbreaking the truths are. Your untapped divine talents will naturally bring you towards avenues where you will arise as some kind of a whistleblower or you will be unearthing ancient esoteric wisdom and sharing it with the public. Your life path is definitely very exciting and will take you to wonderful places and meeting the most unique people in the world!⛵️

karmic/dharmic opportunities – 7 of Wands Rx

In many regards, your life path could even lead you to meeting some of the world’s most distinguished individuals OMO But the path is understandably not easy. This kind of calling will require a great deal of character and tenacity. You will be rocking the yachts of the Devil, right? Your Life Stories could get extra absurd and your discoveries might lead you to some dangerous encounters. Nevertheless, if you are nudged by a sense of being of service to Truth, you will decide it’s all worth it. When we die, our Souls carry only stories and memories of our heroism anyway🧬

You will have friends though. People who share your passion for the real re-education of the people. I see professions in journalism, philosophy, psychology, anthropology, criminology, even celebrity exposé stuff that reveal the scammy behaviours of the evil rich and famous. You could also be drawn intuitively to the studies of the REAL history of Planet Earth, her extraterrestrial history and the truths of the lost civilisations that have shaped the wars of our Time. You could secretly (or not so secretly) be part of the disclosure movement😉

The studies of Astronomy and Astrotheology will benefit you a great deal if you’ve resonated this far with this being your main pile. In everything that you do, there is a panacea for the brokenness of Humanity. Your sharing of outlandish discoveries and suppressed information could be what Humanity needs for it to mature and choose global peace and harmony. It will be a lifelong effort that may not end with your lifetime though. So make sure you leave enough material as your legacy for the next generations to continue on🍁

the future of jobs – King of Cups

I suppose it’s pretty clear to many of us now that the world is run by psychopaths. Indecent human beings with terrible hobbies that hurt others and the sheer disregard for the sustainability of the Planet and the livelihood of her inhabitants. With you, you will see for yourself pretty soon that the world is choosing to move to a more compassionate space, and you will have a role in giving a voice to those whose intentions for their societies are more honourable. You could be one to contribute an invention or two yourself; perhaps an exposé book, perhaps a channel, a website~ Idk, what do you feel called to?🎪

In the future you will be part of, you will see evil leaders getting replaced, thwarted even, by compassionate leaders of the New Age Money. Down to anarchy; we want real peace. Down to young psychopaths rebelling against old psychopaths only to start a new cycle of abuse. The future you will be seeing will see that those with a genuine heart rise to the top and begin taking charge of the wheel of society. Leading with a heart. People before profit. It’s really not that difficult to sow the seeds now~🌱

You yourself, and the people who share the same passion, vision and mission as yourself, you are a bunch of experts who will glue together different factions of society who want to work hand-in-hand to remedy all the destruction caused by the powerful psychopaths. There is diplomacy in what you share with the rest of the populace and there is kindness and grace. People’s mental wellbeing will be put at the forefront before profits are made. And if we really did go into a WWIII…

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being of service to Mankind – Red Astronomer (Johannes Kepler)

delights of Life – Priestess of Solitude

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Pile 3 – For You, It’s Never, Ever, Been About the Money

untapped divine talents – Queen of Pentacles Rx

Of all the piles, you’ve always resonated with loving being of service to the world since you were tiny. You could’ve been attracted to the service and hospitality industries since you were quite young, too. You were probably quite social when you were a kid and liked the idea of working jobs that would ensure other people have a good time, have a good experience with excellent customer service—basically, you liked the idea of helping/assisting others. If you could make your own choices, you’d rather have these types of job🩹

Unfortunately, growing up you were told that such jobs had no money or glamour. Some of you reading this could’ve come from a wealthy background in which working to service others is seen as uncool…even low. So this could’ve caused a great deal of psychological conflict in you. What you want and what your society deems worthwhile seemed to be in conflict. But let me tell you that your heart really knows what’s intended for your highest good🦉

From a very young age, you were already able to see that this world is sick and needing a lot of help when it comes to healing and transmuting negative aenergies. Your child brain couldn’t have verbalised that but your higher intuition knew you were put on Earth to tip the scale. You didn’t want to care about money; you wanted to pursue an authentic Life where your existence could be of some use to somebody👑

karmic/dharmic opportunities – III The Empress Rx

Some of you could’ve come from a rather impoverished background. This is easy to deal with. You were born face to face with this Devil called ‘lack’. But some of you could’ve come from a wealthier background or at least you weren’t necessarily starving and your society could’ve expected a lot from you. If the latter is the case with you, at some point in Life your Higher Self and team of Spirit Guides will force you to get down from the high horse of your inauthentic environment and have you experience Life from the perspective of those who haven’t got much in Life🐛

When this happens, your eyes will be opened to what truly matters in Life. That essentially, everybody in this world is sick to the bone because they’re trying to fill a hole in their hearts with weirdass purchases and hobbies. Part of your karmic reason to be born at this passage of time is to help Mankind transmute its unhealthy affinity towards excess indulgence via obtaining things that are truly fleeting. When you learn to overcome your own traumas and addictions, you help the collective conscious of Humanity transcend above that, too. This is very noble and you deserve a big bear hug just for existing in this realm~🧸

Rest assured, it is in your Soul’s blueprint that you must end up abundant yourself when all’s said and done. You’re destined to be very wealthy, from doing things that are high-vibrational and fully in alignment with what your Soul wishes for you to express as a Human being. You’re meant to set an example of what it means to do a job with Love~🎀

the future of jobs – 2 of Pentacles Rx

Many of you grew up in societies that taught you: passion doesn’t put food on the table. And you’ve observed many real examples of those who prioritise good deeds end up not having much money, indeed. And you could’ve believed that Life is about choosing between passion and duty. Bullshit. If people can’t thrive doing what they love, it’s the society that’s broken; how can there be no money to be made in those endeavours that are more exciting, more meaningful? You realise now that the System was designed to depress the common people in the pursuit of serving the Devil😰

You and your kindred spirits are the free spirits that are going to usher in an era of New Age Money where people no longer need to ruminate over sacrificing passion or freedom for a stable income. Back to before Industrial Revolution, maybe? Let’s reset the paradigm so we can recalibrate ourselves towards something more of a Solarpunk Society, or a Steampunk Society, that’s cool, too🍵

For you, it’s never ever been about the money. Career endeavours that would suit you most are whatever you feel an innate calling for. Many of your natural talents you’ve got since birth can be monetised in the service of your community, and better yet, online community. Some of you may feel a calling for being in the hospitality business, engineering, have an online presence or be a social media influencer, and some others may simply work in the aviation or F&B business, while some could want to become an eco-farmer or something. Whichever it may be, know that you have the unique power to elevate many aspects of the industry you are part of~🏹

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being of service to Mankind – Silver Astronomer (John Dee)

delights of Life – Priestess of Faith

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Song Analysis - And Then is Heard No More

Part 0 - The Part You Skip if You Just Want the Analysis

Hi! Its me again! Last time I analyzed Children of the City, and someone requested an analysis of And Then is Heard No More, which I've actually already written in the past.

With that said, this entire analysis was posted on Reddit about a month ago, and I'm simply reposting it here for a new audience. If there's any formatting errors from the copy-paste action, please let me know.

Part 1 - Analysis of Lyrics

If you don't already know, this song is about Philip from Library of Ruina. Its his Character Song. I assume you did know, but this is just so we're all on the same page.

Do the candles look forward to being used? Enjoy bidding adieu, adieu? Every word I have saved for you came out wrong Afterwards, so I spoke no more

(credit to tumblr user tearychildren for helping me analyze this verse)

In the first two lines of the song, Philip is wanting to be reassured. He's looking for solace, for comfort, attempting to convince himself that his life was worth it. The metaphor, with candles looking forward to being used, is meant to represent humanity. If I were to translate, I'd say he's asking, "Do people look forward to burning out and doing nothing, before dying?"

Philip wants to know he didn't waste his life. He wants to be told that all there is to life is burning out immediately. Because if he was told there's more to life, he might not be able to handle it. He wants reassurance, to be told that this is the fate of everyone.

The latter two lines refer to Philip's co-worker Yuna. In the Unstable Book of the Crying Children, Philip details a failed love confession to Yuna, which is almost certainly what this verse is about. When his confession didn't work, he likely internalized it as him just saying something wrong, and thus he decided to "speak no evil."

Would you say That someone who had every intention to be brave Was a coward?

This line speaks to several things. The first, and most obvious, is that Philip wants to know if he has been a coward. He wants to know if all his fleeing and denying of the facts makes him cowardly, even if he intended to be brave.

And this details a theme of his whole arc: Philip wants to be a hero, but he can't be one.

The second thing this line speaks about is the Project Moon universe's general question of, "Do the thoughts/intentions behind your actions matter, or the actions themselves?" Is it enough to have just wanted to be brave? Or do you need to act the part, as well?

In my opinion, Philip was a coward. He made attempts not to be, but they all fell short, sometimes for reasons in his control and sometimes for not. And I don't think his "intention to be brave" is enough to absolve him of that.

Must be great being you Power comes as second nature Must feel amazing to be longed for, longed for

Philip has this trend of blaming everything but himself. This verse starts the detailing of the dichotomy in his mind, which leads to immense hypocrisy. Philip sees himself as inherently weak, and due to this, he doesn't feel like he can be held to the same standards as everyone else. He can deflect people's criticisms of him by just playing the, "I'm weak, I couldn't have done anything" card.

It also appears Philip believes in "inherent ability." That someone can be born better than another person. But he doesn't take this idea to its logical extreme.

If other people are born better than him, and thus Philip is the only one doing the noble climb to be strong, then why isn't he strong? If he thought it through, he'd know the answer: he isn't trying hard enough. He just expects his heroic opportunity to be handed to him.

Philip almost seems to think he's the only one who has to work for his success, despite him being basically given a position that many people could only dream of.

But there's a reason he doesn't take this idea to its extreme. Because in its current state, it acts as a shield. If other people are inherently better than him, then he doesn't need to be held to their standards. He enjoys having the ability to just block out blame by using weaponized incompetence.

(I opened my eyes) Cemented excuses to my lash-line So I could see no more

At the very least, in the end, Philip seems to admit that he's just making excuses. At every turn, he finds reasons that he couldn't have done more. In every situation, he manages to blame someone other than himself for what happened. But deep down, he knows that his friend's deaths and the killing of three other people he went to for help is his fault.

In Philip's foolish quest for vengeance and heroism, he got three innocent people killed.

And this is where I want to detail the second part of this dichotomy. Philip claims everyone is better than him, sure, but he also thinks he's some legendary hero. He uses this idea that he's some heroic figure to ignore the guilt for his actions.

If he's able to go into the Library with Wedge Office and strike down the ones who killed his colleagues, then it'd all be worth it. That was probably his rationale for dragging those three into the library with him. If he can get vengeance, he'll be the hero. And if the people of Wedge Office have to die, then he'll make that sacrifice if he can get his epic final battle.

And in this battle... if he dies, he doesn't need to worry anymore. And if he wins, he'll be a hero.

Which is why he gets neither.

Philip has to face reality. He isn't a hero. He isn't just some unfairly tortured soul, waiting for his chance to be written down as a legend in the history books. At the end of the day... he's just Philip.

Not to say he doesn't try! In the Philip fight during the Wedge Office Reception, he is very powerful, and fully intends to destroy the Library or die trying. For once in his life, he is determined to do something, which is why he's able to manifest EGO. His desire to be a hero, his desire to win, creates a sword and wings with which to fight with.

As one last aside, let's talk about Philip's EGO. He has a flaming sword, which is very traditional for heroes. The knight holding a flaming sword over a dragon's head, that kind of thing. But he also has burning, melting wings. Which calls back to the tale of Icarus, who in his excitement to finally fly, went to close to the sun and had his wings melted.

Just like Icarus, Philip, in his excitement to finally be the hero, brought three people to their deaths and compounded his own guilt because of some selfish desire to avenge his friends. That was his, "fly too close to the sun."

So which home should someone as weak as I go? (And which sky should I aim for when I've only been low?) I have only been low

Yet again, Philip is pointing out how weak he is. He wants a place to belong, a place to go, now that his friends are all dead. And he also seems to be continuing to avoid blame. He can't aim very high, because he's so pathetic that he'd just fail anything too hard. He doesn't need to try and aim higher, because he has already decided he isn't capable of anything. It shields him from the guilt of not doing enough.

Day and night, your ghosts continue to haunt me Tell me who to be

This references the scene at the 8 o'Clock Circus, where Philip distorts. When he is shown his own visions of his colleagues, they do nothing but blame him for his actions, and in some cases, his inaction.

We get a front-seat look into what Philip thinks they'd say to him.

Both of them are cruel. But he doesn't want to hear it. As they criticize him, he covers his ears and closes his eyes, not wanting to confront the fact that he made the wrong choice.

But he has to confront it. It's impossible not to. Which is why he ends up distorting.

If I went with you, will there be happily ever afters? Sipping on tea I steeped together, together

At this point, Philip seems to wish he had just died with his friends. He wants to know if he'd be happier in whatever afterlife that exists if he hadn't just continued to make a fool out of himself. Its definitely sad, how Philip just seems resigned to the idea of death at this point.

He just wants to have tea with them again.

(Read me a story of a hero born knowing the all) Read me a book of me So I could hear no more

Finally, we get to the last verse. Philip wants to know what his book says. Or, more accurately, he wants to think that when he dies, his book will be about how heroic he was. About how he was born as some tragic figure, who overcame all the negativity in his life and became a legend.

But of course, his actual book is mostly just about the times he was a coward and refused to face reality.

Not only does he want to think his book would be about his heroism, he doesn't want to hear different. He wants someone to tell him how amazing he was, until he can't hear any of the negative things other people have to say. He wants to ignore reality for his petty hero fantasy.

Philip is a hypocrite.

He's simultaneously too weak to try anything, and too heroic to be criticized.

He admits how cowardly he is, and then desires to be told he's a brave hero.

Philip is maybe a prime example of cognitive dissonance.

Part 2 - Summary

Despite all of this... I can't bring myself to hate Philip. He's cowardly, hypocritical, ignores any criticism, hides in his own fantasies, and uses his incompetence as a shield to block anything he doesn't want to hear. But I don't hate him.

Honestly, I think most people would act how he did in his situation.

I understand running for your life. And I understand the survivor's guilt that comes with that.

And revenge is just a natural human desire.

In terms of his actions, which I think is what matters, his gravest sin is dragging three innocent people into his revenge quest.

And Then Is Heard No More is, in essence, both Philip explaining how he got to where he is, and wanting to be told he didn't make any mistakes. Even in the end, he's too cowardly to own up to them.

Because that's who Philip is.

Part 3 - Final Part

So yeah, that's And Then is Heard No More. I like this song, and I like Philip. I hope you all enjoyed this copy-pasted analysis.

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Itzy´s Manager

Ryujin X fem! Reader X Yeji

Description: You are Itzy's manager and are always by their side. But what happens when your responsibilities undergo a complete change, and now, especially for Yeji and Ryujin, you do everything to ensure their satisfaction? What do you do if they suddenly fall in love with you?

Warnings: Smut, Ryujin and Yeji G!P

Chapter 6:

I bit into my inner cheek. My eyes narrowed, and my forehead creased. I crossed my arms over my chest as I glanced at the stage from the side.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. But it was impossible. How the hell can they ask such questions?

Angry, I pulled out my phone from my pocket and immediately called my boss. I've never felt this angry before. I moved a bit further away so that if I were to raise my voice, it wouldn't be heard.

I didn't give a damn that it was probably late at night in Korea. I just kept calling my boss. Even if I had some authority issues, this was about Itzy!

My jaw was never so tense as I continued to take deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I didn't have the power to make decisions, but these questions were just disgusting!

Why did most interviewers treat K-pop idols like garbage? What was going on?!

"It's 3 a.m.," I heard my boss murmur into the phone. I cleared my throat to avoid being too loud, but I must have failed a bit.

"I'm going to end this interview now!! I just wanted to inform you," I said angrily. My boss could probably hear my anger. I heard some rustling and her strained groan. She was probably sitting up.

"What's going on?" she asked as I heard her yawn. My hand clenched into a fist. I took another deep breath.

"The interviewer has been harassing the girls the whole time. He's asking questions we didn't agree on beforehand, sexual questions, and questions they weren't supposed to answer! But he's forcing them to. Ryujin is already furious, and even Jisu (Lia) is about to jump at him," I replied. My eyes narrowed. "He keeps touching the girls and making them uncomfortable. He even insinuated that Itzy hates their fans, the Midzys, and they're only in it for the money! And that they probably slept with the CEO since their songs aren't anything special! He doesn't even let the translator finish speaking."

I angrily bit my lip. I had never been this angry before! My heart pounded wildly in my chest. "I'm going to end this interview now! If you want to fire me afterwards, that's fine! But I won't let the girls go through this," I said angrily.

"Stay calm. Is it live?" my boss asked as she probably ran her hand over her face to wake herself up a bit.

"No. I'll shove the recording up their asses!" I exclaimed, and shortly after, I heard my boss giggle. But she cleared her throat shortly after. "Good. End the interview," she said, and I hung up almost immediately.

With quick strides, I made my way onto the stage. There were few audience members, but none of them had a phone in their hand. At least, I hoped so.

My eyes narrowed even further as I saw the man touching Jisu's knee, a smile on his face. But I immediately grabbed his wrist and removed his hand from her knee.

Ryujin, Yeji, Yuna, Jisu, and Chae looked at me wide-eyed. None of them had ever seen me this angry. They probably didn't expect me to come on stage and interrupt the interview. Even the translator looked uncomfortable.

The older man looked at me, somewhat shocked, but then became angry as he stood up, towering over me. "What's your problem?" he asked, glancing around briefly before looking back at me. "Translate, you idiot," he said to the translator.

My jaw clenched. "The interview is over! We're confiscating the recording, or there will be a report of sexual harassment and abuse of power," I said, my eyes filled with anger.

I felt someone trying to take my hand, but I pulled away from the contact. I looked at Yeji, who stared at me with wide eyes. "Go to the others," I said, and Yuna was the first to listen.

Once the members finally left, I redirected my attention to the interviewer. His eyes met mine. "Sexual harassment? I was just doing my job," he replied, breathing heavily.

"And I'm doing mine. So give me the recording," I demanded, my voice as calm as possible. After what felt like an eternity of staring each other down, the cameraman approached me and handed me the recording.

I looked at him. "There are no copies," he immediately said, raising his hands defensively. My jaw still tense, I turned to the older man.

"It's a wonder your show still exists... hopefully, you'll learn something from this," I said, and I was about to leave. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning me around. And then, I was struck in the face.

He had actually hit me.

Loud gasps could be heard from the audience. No one had expected that.

My eyes widened as I felt a trickle of blood rolling down my cheek. His wedding ring... he had hurt me...

Almost immediately, the security personnel arrived and held me back. I huffed and laughed. My face twisted with anger. "Let me go. Unlike your boss, I don't hit people," I said.

After a short while, I looked at him again. He seemed shocked himself that he lost control. I laughed again.

"Good luck trying to salvage your image now," I said, walking off the stage. I wiped the blood off my cheek so that the others wouldn't see it.

I reached them. The other staff members tried to calm them down, but only two of them could speak English. My jaw still tense.

Unbelievable...

I put on a smile as I looked at the girls, but anyone could see that I was still angry. They immediately came to me.

My hand landed on Yuna's cheek as I looked at her. "Did he touch you too?" I asked, my forehead creased. But Yuna shook her head. I immediately looked at the others. I knew he had touched Lia and Yeji.

I immediately looked at Chae and Ryujin. But both of them shook their heads. I nodded understandingly and gestured for them to leave the building. However, I still held Yuna's hand. Or rather, she held mine.

Once we arrived at the van, I immediately opened the door, and everyone got in, except for Yeji. I looked at her. "Get in. I don't want a passenger right now," I said, quite serious. I still tried to smile.

Yeji swallowed nervously. Then she nodded and got in the back as well. I closed the door and looked at the interviewer through the window. Immediately, I flipped him off and then got in.

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"What exactly happened? I could hardly understand anything, but... it was still very uncomfortable," I heard Yuna say. She looked at each one of us, curiosity written on her face.

"He used heavy English... even for me, it was hard to understand," Ryujin suddenly said. But despite that, she understood him. I knew it...

"Jisu Unnie?" Yuna asked, looking at Lia for her to answer. But Lia looked at me, and I immediately shook my head, pointing to the recording next to me on the passenger seat.

"You're bleeding," Yeji said, and I immediately wiped my cheek again. Honestly, I didn't even respond. But I could feel all the gazes on me.

At a red light, I glanced at the mirror. Everyone was still looking at me, so I sighed. "I'm sorry it took me so long," I said. My jaw still tense.

Lia immediately shook her head. "No. You came at the perfect time," she reassured me. Her hand on my shoulder since she sat right behind me. I flinched at the contact.

"Don't touch me... I'm... quite jittery," I said, and Lia removed her hand from my shoulder. Yeji swallowed again. She had been staring at me the whole time, just like Ryujin.

"Shall we grab a drink tonight?" Lia asked, making me laugh. My body relaxed a bit. "Definitely," I mumbled quietly as I continued driving.

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So we were all sitting at the hotel bar. There was only one bartender visible, but we had chosen a very dark corner. Everyone was gathered around the table as the bartender brought over some drinks.

I immediately grabbed my glass and took a few sips. "You seem like an experienced drinker," I heard Lia say next to me, and I smiled shortly after.

"Yeah, you could say that... alcohol just helps me relax after a long day," I replied, and Lia nodded with a smile. She immediately held her glass in the middle, and we all clinked our glasses together.

Yuna looked at me, still somewhat nervous, as she finally started sighing. "So, are you going to explain to us what kind of questions that guy was asking? I've never seen you so angry. You're actually scary when you're angry," Yuna said, and she even laughed a bit.

Chaeryeong immediately nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I was shocked to see you like that too. It makes me hesitate when I annoy you, Y/n," Chae said and smiled at me shortly after.

I laughed and shook my head amused. "I could never truly be angry with you all. Sure, you can annoy me and tease me a lot... but really angry? I've never been that way with you," I replied, and Chae sighed in relief.

My expression became more serious. "We're in America now... something like this will probably happen more often," I said, and each of them nodded to indicate that they were listening.

"No matter what minute or second it is, if you feel harassed or uncomfortable, let me know, and I will end the interview," I said, and Chae rested her head on my shoulder, smiling gently.

"Y/n?" she asked, and I immediately turned my head to her. She smiled. "Thank you," Chae said softly, and almost instantly, my body tensed. My forehead furrowed in anger.

"Don't thank me! It's because of me that you had to encounter that bastard in the first place... I should have done more research, I'm sorry," I said, my eyes fixed on the table as I truly felt guilty now.

Yeji, sitting right across from me, looking at me. Her lips pressed together as she silently took a sip from her glass.

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Laughing, I tried to high-five Chae, but we both missed each other's hands, which made us laugh even more. Lia simply smiled as she watched us. She was probably only slightly drunk so far.

I was already well into it. It might have been because I hadn't eaten anything and was drinking quickly. Chae was also quite drunk. I was having the most fun with her.

Yuna just laughed because she found us really funny. She was sober since she couldn't take a sip of alcohol. Of course, I let her taste my drink once, but she didn't get her own.

An idea popped into my head, and I grinned widely. "Hey, should we burn the recording?" I suggested, and each of them looked at me with wide eyes. Ryujin was the first to start nodding and agreeing.

"Where do you want to burn it?" Lia asked, raising an eyebrow. It seemed that she liked the idea. Grinning, I looked at her. "On the rooftop!" I said excitedly. "I want to burn that bastard," I added, and now Yeji stared at me with an open mouth.

Suddenly, Yuna burst into laughter, and we all joined in.

"Okay, then let's go. Y/n wants to burn something? Let's go!" Yeji exclaimed as she stood up immediately. My eyes looked up at her as she held out her hand, and I immediately took it. She pulled me up onto my feet.

"Wow, I'm drunk," I said, laughing, as I felt a bit unsteady. Yeji's hand on my hip kept me close to her. "Then hold on tight," she replied with a slight smile as she looked at me.

Ryujin looked at me and then at Yeji. Her eyes narrowed, and her jaw tensed slightly.

"Then let's burn that bastard," Chae said loudly, jumping up as well. Laughing, we high-fived each other again.

[ijustwanttopasstime]

The song Con La Brisa is one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. Being a Shuri x Namor shipper I do agree the lyrics are romantic and make this ship more meaningful for us. I would also like to point out how the same lyrics also express the love Namor has for his people.

I will give my whole life

To get you out of the dark

I will break your sentence

In this collapsing world

Being the sole ruler of Talokan since his birth, he has given his entire life protecting them and will continue to do so for the rest. His people can only survive in water yet I think he still wants them to get a glimpse of how the surface world is. Situated in deep sea Talokan is full of darkness. His people don't mind and are used to it but using vibranium Namor was able to bring the sun to his people, in a way taking them away from darkness. He wants them to be free too but he can't do so since it would compromise their protection. Hence it also feels like a punishment being so isolated.

Give me a little more time

I will give my last breath

To show you the whole sky

In the clouds with you I will lie down

Throughout the movie there is unrest as the people of Talokan are threatened to be revealed to the world. This makes Namor desperate and leads him to reveal himself to Queen Ramonda and Shuri. Wakandans definitely see him as a threat and vice-versa. However he is willing to do everything in his power to protect his people. Even ready to be as ruthless as killing young girl. His council asks him to solve it quickly by just killing them, but he demands time and assures that it will be well soon.

And we snuck in with the breeze

And we sail with the wind

What beautiful intensity of your eyes

Burns hotter than fire and reflects in broken glass

I promise one day you'll open your eyes

and now I have them redder than the sky offers

When Namor takes Shuri to visit Talokan, we can see the intense beauty of it shrouded in darkness. Even in water, the people seem to be floating in the wind. The beauty of the city and how welcoming the people were to Shuri, it all is reflected in her eyes. Her eyes are now open to realization and understanding of why Namor wants to take such measures to keep Talokan hidden. He believes showing Shuri his city and his people will make her realise it, and it does.

Between the shadows, my love

You are the brightest

How beautiful, how beautiful

That's why, my love

you remind me so much of it

How beautiful, how beautiful

We snuck in with the breeze

And we sail with the wind, oh, oh

And we snuck in with the breeze

And we sail with the wind, oh, oh

Uh-uh-uh, let's go you and me, let's go you and me (Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)

Uh-uh-uh, let's go both, let's both go (Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)

Uh-uh-uh, let's go you and me, let's go you and me (Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)

Uh-uh-uh, let's go both, let's both go (Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)

The last verse explains how both the civilizations, Wakanda and Talokan are hidden in the shadows yet they are the brightest and most beautiful amongst the rest, that is the whole world. When Namor first appears, he appreciates the clean breathable air and breeze of Wakanda and acknoledges it's beauty. So does Shuri when she visits Talokan. In these two scenes each are reminded how the other side is just as beautiful as their own. "We snuck in with the breeze and we sail with the wind" shows how even if one is on land and the other in water, it reflects the way they move. Sailing through the wind and water, further implying their similarities.

The last verse I would say is Namor's invitation to Shuri to go burn the world alongside him in order to protect their worlds.

READING THE LYRICS TRANSLATION MADE ME FURTHER FALL IN LOVE WITH THE MOVIE AND SHIP THEM EVEN MORE 😭😭

[chiconisroc]

Responses to Philas questions

 What would they name the adopted horse?

Answer: Probably a human name : o. So, probably something like Charlie, hahaha

2. What would Philip think of Hunchback of Notre Dame by Disney?

Answer: Philip would probably have either moments of terrible guilt or panicky moments

3. Would “Call your Name” by Hiroyuki Sawano fit Silas and Philip relationship?

Answer: Cries, yesss, it would totally fit :’c

More Questions and answers:

4. if Philip was to watch MLP, who would you think his favourite character would be?

Answer: I say princess luna : o

5. Will Silas hate Twilight also what powers does he has to live more than 400 years?

Answer: I don’t think Silas would like Twilight : o. And the reason he lives long will be revealed later in the story : )

6. I wonder what memes and analysis would be created if Philip and Silas was Canon to the show’s lore?

Answer: Memes, I wouldn’t know : o. I am terrible at knowing any memes, hahaha.

Peeps would probably analyze them for sure, especially Silas and his struggle to accept the love he had for Philp.

7. Silas: *exists*

Philip: https://www.tumblr.com/dominant-dominion/720660955583954944?source=share

Answer: LOL

8. Would Silas like both the Barbie Movie and Oppenheimer? 💖 🖤

Answer: Silas would enjoy them both for sure : ). Barbie for pointing out the problems in today’s society and for it being so artistic, and Oppenheimer since he enjoys serious movies about history events.

9. How deep in denial is his love for Silas?

Answer: That is a spoiler and for sure will be revealed later in phase 3 : D

10. How do you think Philip x Silas would develop in the canon version of the owl house?

Answer: Like, later in the story? Actually, @oxblooddraws had a good idea about it : 3

11. Okok so, there's this song Tenta acreditar (Try to believe) by AnaVitoria, and is not the whole song, but there's this specific part of the music that's pretty more famous than the music itself and that I think that may fit Philas a bit. (I translated it to english but the whole it's actually in Brazilian Portuguese, in case you wanna search for it)

"And if our romance played on the radio?

And if the news spoke about us?

And if the rest of our lives was one step away?

And if today could maybe be when I meet you?

The beginning of everything"

Yeah idk if it reeeeally actually fits, but still, everytime I listen to it I almost tear bcs I keep remembering abt that lol :,)

Answer: This is so heart warming v.v and in a sad o.o. I think yah, it totally fits Philas : )

12. If Philip x Silas did happened in The original Owl House series do you think they had to tone down the religious undertones to not completely piss of certain religious groups due to it portrayal?

Answer: Yeah, they would for sure tone it down so it didn’t feel like they were taking sides : o

13. Does Philip have a crush on Jesus Christ? Like how I see in many fanarts?

Answer: The Philip from was not the hero doesn’t crush on Jesus like that : o. He does respect him greatly though

14. What are Philip Wittebane taste in men and women what are certain stuff he most attracted to also Silas?

Answer: Well, Philip in my story doesn’t have like preferences : o. The reason he got attracted to Silas is cause Silas wasn’t afraid of him and was kind and affectionate : ). And very hard working too. Also enjoyed to be open about new things since he listened to Philip talk about anything

15. If Philas was canon to the owl house universe how would the fandom react to this pairing?

Answer: Hmmm, I think it would for sure have made peeps like Philip more, hahaha. Those who enjoy Philip as a character would have probably gone feral like I would for them : )

16. What would Philip and Silas think of this horse?

answer:

Philip: They need to stop feeding that horse.

Silas : Hahaha, what a cute video.

[ilove-kate-bishop]

Let Me Give You A Good Time

Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary: After messing up on a mission in germany, Kate and Yelena are on the run together with a local superpowered girl who helped them out, you! Kate appreciates your help a lot, in fact, she plans to show you just how much.

Warning: 18+, some Sexual activity at the end, alcohol, swearing (both in english and german),

Note: There are some german sentences here, you will be able to find the translation at the end of the fic, they do not have to be read immediately to understand the plot. They are just an extra

Also, for those hoping for full on smut: sorry, but I can't write that to save my life. So you just get a bit of the beginning here.

Life could be wild sometimes. One day you could discover you can move stuff with your mind, the next you sit in a stolen car together with a russian assassin and a Avenger.

Well, it's not like I had any important plans anyway.

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"Are you sure we are on the right road?". I tried not to roll my eyes at Yelena, too worried she would take it as a insult, she was still scary after all. It had been decided early that I would be the one to drive, it just made the most sense. I had a german ID and drivers licence, and, of course, can speak german. So the police wouldn't be to suspicious, especially since the owner left the papers in the car, so dear uncle Franz just borrowed me the car, at least that was the story we are going with.

"We are on the A9, we have been since we left Berlin. So yes, it's the right road.", I tried not to sound too annoyed. But hearing Kates giggle beside me told me I didn't succeed. "Let her be Yelena, she is our smart saviour, she knows where to go". I tried to not freeze up when Kate touched my arm.

God, I needed to control this crush. It has been 4 months, I should be used to Kate's antics by now.

I looked at a road sign and then back at the clock in the car, there was no way we would reach Munich before midnight, aside from the fact that we need more gas anyway, we still had over 300 kilometers to go.

"I know we said we want to reach that contact as quickly as we can, but I don't really want to drive or go to a gas station when it's pitch black so.... anyone got an idea where to spend the night?". I could see how Yelena was quickly analysing the road signs. I didn't know the whole story, but apparently there are Black Widows basically everywhere, ready to help Yelena out. It's how we managed to live more or less comfortably in Berlin for 4 months, even if we were in hiding. And it was how we found out that there was someone in Munich who could help get in contact with Melina, whoever that was, though Yelena was excited when she heard.

"I know a place".

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"Könnte ich zwei Bier haben?". The barkeeper looked at me, he also looked at Kate behind me for a moment, but then just shrugged, putting two bottles in front of me. They already asked for IDs on the door, not really caring about nationality as long as you were over 18, so there was no reason for the barkeeper to doubt our ages.

"Danke", I put the money on the counter and gave one of the bottles to Kate before pushing myself through the crowds to reach one of tables. Most of the people were either on the dance floor, too drunk to care that the same Schlager song was playing for the third time by now, or standing around in the middle of the room talking to each other. Which meant there were still some free tables.

We reached an empty one at the corner of the room, there were no seats, but we could see most of the room, including the entrance, so it was good to keep lookout for Yelena. I tried not to think about the fact that a few months ago, I would never had to think like that, when everything was still normal. I took the beer from Kate and was holding both of the bottles beneath the table, hiding them as I used my powers to open them.

"Now we just have to wait for Yelena to come back right?". I gave Kate her bottle back, looking at her for the first time since we left the car, really looking at her. And god, I had to hold my breath for a second. The only light in the room was a atmospheric low purple, and GOD how it suited her.

She started smirking at me: "You alright there?". Our hands brushed and I nearly choked. I survived a lot in the last few months, but I really believed Kate would be the death of me. I quickly grabbed my drink, with both hands and tried to look anywhere but in her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Just has been a long day so.. I am a bit tired".

I took a sip, trying not to cringe at the bitterness. Beer has never been my favourite, but it was the cheapest they had here. I heard Kate chuckle: "So bad? I thought germans LOVED beer?". I rolled my eyes, relaxing a little. "Thats a stereotype, what, do you expect me to wear a dirndl too?". "You would look cute in one", she took a sip from her own beer, though clearly not liking it either: "I should get you one, then you have something to wear at avenger events".

I felt my cheeks getting hot, and my head was filled with images of Kate taking me shopping. Of her making me try out clothes and making me show how they looked. Her hands running over my arms, slightly pulling everything in place, before her hands went under the dress and slowly....

I shook my head, unable to say anyhing again or look at her at all. God, I had many thoughts about Kate in the last months, but none had went THAT far.

"Tschuldigung", someone basically fell against our table, with such force that our bottles would have fallen if we weren't holding unto them. The guy looked wasted beyond sense and like he was about to puke. "Brauchen Sie Hilfe?". I catched him by his arm as he was about to fall. "Sie? Gott ich bin alt".

I let go of him when he managed to properly hold himself up on the table, only to feel two strong arms snake around my left arm. I tried to ignore Kate pressing herself against me, though it was hard to, since my whole arm seemed to burn at her touch.

"David? Alles ok?", a girl suddenly appeared from the side, grabbing the guy, David, and helping him stand without holding unto the table. "Es tut mir so leid, ich war kurz weg und habe nicht realisiert wieviel er getrunken hatte". I shrugged: "Keine Sorge, er hat nichts gemacht. Braucht Ihr Hilfe?". She smiled at me widely and shook her head. "Nein, wir kommen klar. Aber danke.". She took a small look at Kate. "Und genießt euer Date, ihr seit süß zusammen". And with that they were gone.

"Date?", Kate chuckled behind me, her hot breath hitting my neck. I didn't react, thinking if I should lie and say it meant something else, though I knew she wouldn't fall for that. "She... said we look cute together", my voice became a whisper at the end of the sentence, losing the small confidence I had left.

"She would be right, you are cute enough for the both of us". Kate walked in front of me, one of her hands slowly caressing my cheek. "Did I ever mention how it sounds nice when you speak in your mother language? It's fascinating, to watch your mouth move when you do."

Did she want me to die?

"Am I interrupting?". Yelenas voice made me push back, hitting the wall with my head in the process, making both her and Kate laugh. "I'm guessing you got us a place to stay?", I asked her, trying not to show my embarrassment. Yelena kept grinning for a moment, looking between me and Kate, like she was planning something. "There are rooms above the disco, we can take them, however there is a little thing you should know beforehand.". I didn't think it would be possible for her shit eating grin to become bigger, but it did. "What is it?"

"There are only two rooms free at the moment, each with one bed. Two of us have to share. "

....

How hard would it be to make Yelenas death look like an accident?

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I tried not to shake as I opened the door, which was extremely hard, since Kate was right behind me and I could feel her eyes swift over my body. I had to stop myself from basically running into the room once I got the door to open. I heard Kate close to door behind me once she followed me in.

Wow.

That's a big bed.

I threw my bag on one of the tablets before turing to Kate, who was staring at me, smiling. It was hard to look her into the eyes, but I kept doing it anyway, trying to figure out her next move.

Why couldn't I get both telekinesis and telepathy?

"Is this our plan for tonight? To have a staring contest?", Kate was walking towards me, coming to a halt right in front of me. Her eyes, for just a moment, went to my lips, before coming back to my eyes. "In that case, you would have lost", I teased, in a poor effort to calm my nerves.

Kate hummed: "Well, I guess you deserve a reward then, don't you?", she seemed to think for a moment: "You should have gotten a reward for saving our lived a while ago, now that I think about it". I just took a moment to think: "You mean?", I made a vague gesture towards the bed behind me. Kate just smiled at me softly, and god, what I would give for her to look at me like that for the rest of my life. "If that's what you want".

I took a moment to get my voice back and to think. God, 4 months, Kate has been flirty with me for 4 months, and I just thought it was a personality trait of hers. We could have gotten here a long time ago.

"Y-Yeah, I do.... want that", my voice became quiet at the end, but Kate seemed to have heard me perfectly. Not wasting any time, her lips were on mine in a instance. Kate was slightly pushing both of us towards the bed, causing me to made a startled noise when I was suddenly sitting on it. Kate used the opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth.

Could I get two beers?

When we finally parted we had to catch our breaths, Kate was still grinning though. And god, I could die right here, and be happy.

I reached for Kates jeans, but she simply grabbed my wrists and then proceeded to pin me down on the bed, my hands above my head. "Now, didn't we agree that you were getting the reward?", I looked at her slithly confused: "But? Don't you want to-". Kate gave me a quick kiss to shut me up: "Of course, but we do need to sleep at some point", she managed to get rid of my jeans with ease. "And you have more then enough time to pay me back once we are in New York, don't you?".

I couldn't fight the fuzzy feeling I got when she said that, causing me to just smile like an idiot at her.

"Yes, of- of course".

Kate hummed again as she got rid of my panties, smiling like she just won the lottery. "Try not to be to loud sweetheart, Yelena won't let you hear the end of it otherwise". Then her head disappeared between by thighs.

Yelena would definitely be a nuisance tomorrow.

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Translations:

Thanks.

Sorry

Do you need help? (The you here is Sie, which is a more respectful/formal use of you in german)

You? God, I am old.

David? Everything alright?

I am so sorry, I was gone for a bit and I hadn't realised how much he had drunk

Don't worry, he didn't do anything. Do you need help?

No, we can handle it, but thank you!

And have fun on your date, you two are cute together!

[wanda-maximoff-enthusiast]

SO- I saw you wrote for Legolas (my fave elf boi) and you also do song fics, so I would like to request a Legolas x fem!witch!reader with 'Sparks Fly' by Taylor Swift. Reader has Scarlet Witch powers and the fic is set around the Hobbit rather than LOTR. hope this isn't too specific lol <3

Wait but I love the idea of a reader with wanda powers oMG- i also love the song choice. I literally analysed it for an English project LMAO-

~Sparks Fly~

Legolas x fem!witch!reader

Summary: Legolas and (Y/N) have always denied any romantic feelings between the two of them, but, alas, sparks fly.

Warnings: Mentions of killing, the elves being horrible to the dwarves, badly translated elvish, gets a bit steamy at the end but no smut :)

A/N: I love Legolas more than I love my own mother UM-

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The way you move is like a full on rainstorm And I'm a house of cards You're the kind of reckless that should send me running But I kinda know that I won't get far

"Morning (Y/N)."

"Morning Legolas, you on duty again?" The prince laughed. "Valar, no, I don't think my father wants me to be on duty ever again after we led the spiders straight into Mirkwood."

"In my defence, I did not think they could get through the door." He rolled his eyes, turning to look at you, and you glared right back. You enjoyed the friendship you had with Legolas, the bickering and the teasing felt comforting in some ways.

But your heart burned as bright as the flames of Mordor when he looked at you. When he smiled at you. When he was near you.

'Strange,' you thought to yourself, 'perhaps I have fallen ill'

And you stood there in front of me just Close enough to touch Close enough to hope you couldn't see What I was thinking of

He was one step away from you, it would only take you reaching your arm out to be able to touch his. But you didn't.

You had to get yourself out of that stupid, stupid mindset. Legolas was a prince. And you were no where near his level, being a previous member of Elrond's council at best. There was no chance.

He opened his mouth, his gaze still on you, before his name was called.

"My prince." Tauriel announced, running down the stairs, her auburn locks flying behind her. "There has been a report of more spiders in the forest, and sightings of other beings."

Then she left, her pace quick as her hands tightened over her daggers. You'd always liked Tauriel, and you admired her courage and boldness.

"Well," Legolas started, picking up his bow and slinging it over his shoulder. "You ready, little witch?"

You grinned, positioning your hands in front of your chest as a glowing red began spreading over your fingers, the energy building up inside you as your eyes turned the same crimson.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

The spiders were easy to kill, they always were, or maybe you were just strong. Your brain spun as you shot energy blasts out of your hands, killing the arachnids within seconds.

Turns out, the 'other beings' that Tauriel had been talking about were dwarves. A whole company, 13 to be exact.

"(Y/N), thír an anuinad i aran will anír- na see.*" Legolas spoke firmly, his blue eyes settling on yours in a harsh glare. You knew he was just doing it to look intimidating, and that made you want to laugh.

"-O iór nin cóon."**

Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me whenever you're not around 'Cause I see, sparks fly, when you smile

You walked around the group, fingers moving and stretching out slowly as they glowed a bright scarlet. You could tell just by looking at their faces that they were either fascinated or terrified.

Possibly both.

Every weapon or item of value they possessed, you sensed and pulled away via telekinesis, and tossed to the other elves with careless flicks of your wrist. You eventually stopped in front of the only blonde of the group, who seemed to own a lot more knives than anticipated.

"Ekor many kniveth kav othok zal?"*** You asked, speaking in his common tongue so he could understand you better.

"Tha guesth othok'll mer finduroz out darluroz"**** He responded with a wink, which earned him a harsh glare from both you and Legolas, who was standing behind you.

"(Y/N), follow." "Yes, my prince."

My mind forgets to remind me, you're a bad idea You touch me once and it's really something You find I'm even better than you, imagined I would be

"You've got leaves in your hair." Legolas shot you a look at your comment, before walking quicker to get ahead.

"What! Nobody else would tell you!" You summoned your red energy again and used it to levitate, flying over to where he was to keep up with his pace.

"Glenn- (Y/N)." You frowned at his harsh words and responded in Westron.

"I'm not going to go, Legolas-" "Im said glenn!" He was angry, that was for sure. His diamond eyes were blazing, hands curled into fists by his sides.

His next, and final, hiss of a comment brought a flood of tears rushing to your eyes.

"A Im think cin'll rad- im am cín cóon, ú- cín mellon, witch." *

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you I know its no good And I could wait patiently But I really wish you would

"Hey, Tauriel, wait up!" You called out, chasing after the redhead. She bowed her head lightly in an act of acknowledgement and respect, as did you.

"Do you know what's going on with the prince?"

She shook her head, her brows furrowing in confusion. "No, why?"

You sighed, running both of your hands through your hair before dragging them over your face. "He's been ignoring me ever since the dwarf incident," you gestured vaguely to the imprisoned dwarves around you, "he refuses to even look me in the eye these days."

The elleth noticed the slight droop of your eyelids as you told her, and she placed a careful hand on your shoulder. "Hey, everything will be alright."

You smiled at her, to which she happily returned.

"It's the Feast of Starlight tonight anyways, so you know what we should do?"

"What?" She leant in closer to you, her voice barely a whisper, "Make him pay for it."

Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

To say that (Y/N) (L/N) looked gorgeous would be an understatement, at least, that's what you were saying to yourself as you stared at your reflection.

While never one for extravagant clothing, you'd be lying if you didn't say that Tauriel was a genius when it came to picking dresses.

The midnight-blue silk covering your body was simply divine, and the skirt twirled beautifully around your ankles. You turned t Tauriel, who was still donning her guard uniform.

"Aren't you gonna wear something different?" She shrugged, "I've got to keep watch over the dwarves, unfortunately." "Ah yes, very unfortunate, you'll have to spend all evening with that young one, with the dark hair and dark eyes." Tauriel's cheeks flushed the same red as her hair. "Shut up, (L/N)."

"Tell me, was it his archery skills? Or the trousers comment?"

"I said shut up!" You laughed at the bright blush across her face.

"Kidding, kidding."

You fixed your hair and made your way to the door, before turning around to look Tauriel in the eye once more.

"Sort of." You ran out of the room before she could chase after you.

Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

The ball was, well, boring to say the least. Nobody danced with you, which was good, because you didn't actually like people all that much. But, alas, it was the final song of the night, and you supposed you should interact.

And that is when you saw Legolas rushing towards you, eyes trailing over your sapphire gown.

His bright eyes met yours and he held out a hand.

"A dance, m'lady?"

I run my fingers through your hair And watch the lights go wild Just keep on keeping your eyes on me It's just wrong enough to make it feel right.

"I'm a terrible dancer, Legolas, you know this." He let out a light chuckle as he spun you around. "Just shush and appreciate this for once."

"Says the one who's been ignoring me for the past three days."

His mouth formed a thin line, and he let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I was just…" "Just?" "Stressed, I suppose." You let out a fake gasp. "He admits it! Pray tell, dearest?"

The dance was nearing an end, and you were glad of it, but when Legolas kept hold of your arm and took you away to one of the hidden corridors, you couldn't help but comply.

The two of you walked in silence, arms still linked.

"I was stressed because I…" "Go on." "If you don't stop interrupting me I'll never tell you."

You caught his eye as you both laughed and you let him continue.

"I'm done hiding this."

He seemed almost shocked by your comment, and turned to face you.

And the next thing you knew, his arms were around your waist and your lips were pressed firmly against each other's.

And lead me up the staircase Won't you whisper soft and slow And I'm captivated by you baby Like a fireworks show

You pulled away for a few seconds, breathless in each other's holds.

"So I take it you love me too?" He pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone.

"For ages."

You let out a half-hearted laugh. "Good, me too."

Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

Tauriel smirked upon seeing (Y/N) and Legolas run off in the direction of his room. Beneath her smile, she mumbled two words.

"Called it."

When sparks fly, oh baby smile, When sparks fly

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translations

*((Y/N), look for anything the king will want to see)

**(Of course, my prince)

***(How many knives do you have?)

****(I guess you'll be finding out darling)

*(And I think you'll find I am your prince, not your friend, witch."

(the dress I had in mind for (Y/N), as always if you don't like it you can change it <3)

[swordheld]

do you have any recommendations for orchestral tracks ?

do i, oh, and what a lovely gift it is to be able to wax poetic about them!

toothless found (john powell, how to train your dragon 2)  –  there is so other way to begin for me other than starting w/ the httyd series bc i am incredibly biased and enthralled by the way powell weaves story and emotion near-seamlessly into sound, into melody. there are other gems of his within the httyd soundtracks (test drive, romantic flight, etc.) but this one is one that continually cracks something open inside of me. there is emotion, here, palpable.

the dramatic but slow, cautious beginning of it, the chorus mixing in with the strings, the build? the way it crashes like tides, bursts into being? it’s everything, and feels like it too. the way the melody of test drive comes in so seamlessly in at the end, the way music holds emotional tethers throughout not only the film but the series, how music can be so powerful it holds allegorical weight! powell has this fascinating way of stringing melodies from other tracks into others so everything feels connected, everything pieces of a singular whole  –  and it is so rewarding to listen and be able to pick out the familiarities.

my favourite (aka gives me the utmost serotonin to hear) is this little quad-tone of horns that’s littered through the soundtracks, and it’s around the first quarter mark here, when the horns come in to accompany the strings, and you can feel the change in the story like it is a palpable thing; the glory of it bursts forward like light, unescapable, the layers of it. i think ab these soundtracks and how they hold the story close like it can bear the weight of its every emotion and i go insane. 

the battle room (steve jablonsky, ender’s game)  –  music has a way of being a language for emotions that are not translatable otherwise. and here  –  you have a story about children drafted for a war and tragedy surrounding everything  –  and yet there is so much beauty here. there is wonder. the violin melody takes this place meant for battle and says: you can see the stars from here. you can see home, and there is still room for friendship, still room for humanity, even here, in all this empty space.

once there was a hushpuppy (dan romer & benh zeitlin, beasts of the southern wild)  –  the building of it, the horns and strings and the way it feels like dawn. i saw this move for the very first time in a dimly lit classroom for a movie club so many years ago and i still recall it as one of the first times i heard a score that awoke something so close to starlight inside of me. the way it surrounds you, slow and easy, the light and joy, the glory of it? how everything feels like it’s swaying together in the same wind, how everything comes home together, and the journey of it. it feels like coming home. and those trumpets!!

14.3 billion years (andrew prahlow, outer wilds)  –  outer wilds was both my game of the year and album of the year back in 2019, and with it an awe that is not dimming anytime soon. to be able to hold the universe in melody, to speak of time and weight unimaginable and put it into song? into something we can so nearly comprehend, full of awe and wonder?

this story, this soundtrack, it feels like something you could have known, once, in a time so different than this. it feels like myth and home and discovery all at once, comforting and incredible. it’s like laying beneath a bright sky full of stars, and knowing that they are all burning with a light bigger and brighter than anything we could ever even dream  –  and there, beside that wonder, do you hear it, the way the universe calls, here? the way it says hello, old friend. i was waiting for you.

nascence (austin wintory, journey)  –   there is something within this game that is so specific and so breathtaking i have not been the same since first experiencing it. there’s no active dialogue through the entirety of the time spent playing  –  only music, only small melodic tones of communication, and there is something to the way this score feels like the story itself, how it is both narrative and heart and motion, all at once. it feels like a story told over firelight, told in flashes of dreams, in the ruins of a city older than any story we have. the oldest joys, are here, in this. the same with sorrow. they hold onto time like they hold onto the story  –  endlessly.

scarlemagne’s waltz  /  we will find them  (daniel rojas, kipo and the age of wonderbeasts)  –  rojas is in a similar boat as to daniel pemberton for me, both being a major part within the music industry that sees beyond traditional instruments within orchestral score. they dream big, and oh does it deliver.

the creativity within both of their works is insane: melodies made mixed with non-musical noise (see the elephant noise in the prowler’s theme within spiderverse) all the way to mashing up orchestral with other genres: hip-hop, rap, rock, opera, etc. (daft punk was also a big piece of this back in 2010 with the tron: legacy score, which still holds up to this day) in it feels like a whole new world opens up, like the electric heart of scores is reaching out further, into new horizons.

i’m including two tracks from the first season because both of them show such a wide range of rojas’ talent  –  and the last quarter of we will find them haunts me to this day it is so good. the emotional weight of it is inescapable? you reach the end of it and so easily go...  one more time?

across the violet sky  /  never coming back  (evan call, violet evergarden)  –  truly the entirely of call’s work for the evergarden series is an emotional wonderland. there is a favoring for strings and piano, and the way you can feel the light gentleness of wonder and heart in each track is so lovely. there is light in these melodies, embodied, and listening to them makes me feel like some of the weight is taken off my shoulders. they make the light brighter, the wind warmer, everything feels softer in retrospect. they feel like warm wind on a cool night, something that makes you feel just a little bit less alone.

the legend of ashitaka  (joe hisaishi, 1996 princess mononoke image album)  –  the synth in this. the synth. it holds my entire heart. hisaishi is well-known and well-loved for his talent with scoring orchestra, but the way the electronic synth is scored to burst into being before and beneath the strings like something new and incredible is awe-inspiring. it feels like a reimagining of a melody i could hum by heart. 

i hope you enjoy them! please let me know if you’d like to hear ab any more. 💕

[airasora]

It's time to address the elephant in the room.

A lot of people have asked over the years; "You like Holli, but you don't like the movie she's from. What about Thumbelina? What do you think about her movie?"

And the truth is... while I definitely like Thumbelina better than Cool World... I'm not a big fan of that one either.

It's fine. I'm pretty neutral on 95% of it. But I also think it's an extremely difficult fairytale to make an hour and a half long movie out of, so what Don Bluth did manage to do with it, I think is pretty impressive.

HOWEVER... there is ONE THING in that movie that will forever have a place in my heart. It's a moment, and a song, that will make me cry within 30 seconds;

When Cornelius comes back and Lina realizes he's alive.

I can't NOT tear up at that, it's impossible, it can't be done. It also helps that I absolutely LOVE the song "Let Me Be Your Wings".

A lot of people compare that song to "A Whole New World" from Aladdin and it's not hard to see why; Boy takes sheltered girl away from her home to show her the big, amazing and slightly scary world outside, promising her adventure and love.

And flying of course. Flying is definitely a key ingredient in both.

However, I 100% prefer LMBYW to AWNW. Why? Well, for one I just simply like the music better, so there's some basic bias there. But I also personally think that LMBYW sounds like wedding vows. You could argue that AWNW could be wedding vows too, but there's something about LMBYW that sounds more romantic to me.

The lyrics sound like a vow to protect and love the other.

Let me be your wings

Let me lift you up high above

Everything we're dreaming of will soon be ours

Anything that you desire, anything at all

Every day I'll take you higher

And I'll never let you fall

THIS is a promise of not just love and adventure, but also protection:

If you choose to love and trust me, I will never let you down and I'll do everything in my power to give you anything you want. AWNW is a promise of love and adventure, but not protection. Not in the same way at least.

This is not my attempt at convincing anyone to prefer one song over the other, I'm just explaining why I prefer this one and why the movie Thumbelina will forever have a place in my heart because of that song. Without it... I would probably have forgotten this movie years ago.

I also really do like the Danish translation of it.

[aksm]

Just watched PS-1. bro. Bro. BRO. ok first of all love it.

SPOILERS!

There are definitely some technical issues but that's fine but holy shit BRO. those elephant stunts, the horse comedy... it's like watching classics like ram lakshman or just movies of that time that featured animals doing stuff.

The Chola Chola song being more of a 'haha it hurts so much make me forget' kind of song and not just a hype army song was fucking excellent.

The meeting between Kundavai and Nandhini with the top down shot and just that whole sequence and that track that plays like OH MY GOD. You immediately understand that THESE are the orchestrators. They are the ones with real power. And it translates soooo well.

Fucking vanthiyathevan just going on an island hopping adventure and being smitten by literally every woman he sees is a goddamn delight and dare I say mood. I mean who can blame him? He met my childhood crush Trisha and friggin aishwarya rai in the same movie.

Love it so much. I know some things were omitted and some things were sort of blazed past but... My god. Coming out of the theatre I could only think this could've been a TV series. Like 2 movies is just a condensed version of everything tbh. I mean I'll wholeheartedly take it, mr. mani ratnam but like... my dream is to get that huge budget and make a whole ass series.

Anyway, I'm just gonna be playing this movie's soundtrack on repeat if you need me.

[kindlythevoid]

⭐

At first I was like: "Oh my gosh I don't know what to talk about, I feel like I've talked about everything already oh my goshhh"

INCORRECT

Here is A Waltz Is Still A Waltz: The Director's Commentary.

Cut to A Waltz Is Still A Waltz: The Director's Cut Commentary below for a play-by-play of the actual story with commentary. The following, A Waltz Is Still A Waltz: The Director's Commentary is simply behind-the-scenes of the creation and intent behind A Waltz Is Still A Waltz.

A Waltz Is Still A Waltz (known as WISW from now on) was definitely inspired by one of my favorite romance songs of all time, One Last Dance by Us the Duo. It is such a pretty song and it's based off a true story and it is just so sweet, I would definitely recommend listening to it (I'll put the spotify at the bottom for easy access). So anyway, I have these two Star Wars characters, right? Right. And I'm writing away at the OC-insert, but writing takes so long and these two characters are nowhere near meeting, but I like writing snippets that hopefully end up in fully-fledged chapters.

But I'm listening to this song and I'm listening (and mind you this happened a while ago so I really have no clue) and I try to write snippets as soon as they come to me or else they're gone forever, so I write down this little snippet. The whole thing is only a few hundred words and is supposed to be about them dancing alone on a warm night in their ship, just a cute little moment.

Two Problems with that.

One: Oh my gosh how do you write ppl that are dancing but not even dancing?? I sure as heck don't know which is why out of the (double checks) 736 words I wrote down, a grand total of 153 of them are about them dancing. Two paragraphs. I spend more time on them actually getting the tapes to play this music than I do on them actually, physically dancing. (I checked, it's 154 vs 153. Like!!! What???)

Do I have the power to go back and write more about them dancing? Yes.

Will I? AS SOON AS I FIGURE OUT HOW TO WRITE THESE TWO!!

Two: I haven't really?? Written the characters all that much?? Like Kirsi, definitely, we have some solid chapters down. Miikka?? I think I finally nailed down whether or not he was a ginger (a very defining feature, mind you) like, last month. Miikka has vibes right now. I don't know if that translates over to a fully-fleshed out personality.

Two-and-a-half-but-technically-Three: I don't?? write in Star Wars?? I've always wanted to, but a lot of fanfic writers are so good at navigating the universe and just throwing in (COMPLETELY CANON!!!) nonsense words for ordinary objects?? So I sit there gobsmacked trying to figure out the freaking parts of a spaceship that doesn't exist to write better. This whole thing is really just me trying to write Star Wars. I may have gone overboard.

Okay, here's the thing. I got a little over-excited about the music. If you were to ask me what this story is about, I would say "Oh, these two space travelers, my OCs Kirsi and Miikka, finally get some down time and get to know each other better before they're officially together." You, reading this now, now know this is merely the lie I tell myself to sleep at night. This is, in fact, a list of music and my very earnest attempt at making a fic Sound Like Star Wars. (how well it worked?? ...mmm.... debatable, I'll leave it up to the masses (all 8 ppl who looked at the piece I love y'all and would risk it all for y'all))

But mostly it's just about the different genres of music to be found in Star Wars.

Why?

Because I spent too. many. hours researching Star Wars music (to find waltz!! because surely Star Wars would have a different word for "waltz"!!!!!!) not to put everything I learned in a grand total of (double checks) 242 words out of the previously aforementioned 736.

Q: After hours and hours of searching, would you like to know what I learned?

A: STAR WARS HAS NO SPECIAL NAME FOR A WALTZ.

This, and the fact that the beloved soon-to-be couple only very crappily dance the waltz, is the core reason behind the name for the story: A Waltz (no matter how badly done, no matter what universe it comes from) Is Still A Waltz

But maybe you're here for A Waltz Is Still A Waltz: The Director's Cut Commentary.

(a la ASMR) Let's dive in, shall we?

Paragraph One: This is mainly just setting the scene. You can tell by the way I drop in the spaceship parts that I'm dipping my toes into the greater Star Wars dialogue. I am also setting up the reason that Miikka and Kirsi, our main characters, will be alone this evening despite their being a part of a whole crew. It is unclear what part of their journey this takes place in, but it can be safely assumed that it is still early on, as Miikka and Kirsi are not officially together at this point and Kirsi is still mostly working for the Rebellion under orders.

Paragraph Two: Here, I try to expand the world of Star Wars to include the people in it who are not, in fact, great heroes or the Skywalkers. As the longest paragraph in the piece, it is merely my love of giving the worlds to the ordinary people that live in it, as well as my heavy implication that the Crew of the Judgement Day can (and, perhaps, will) form a band in their free time. This is left up the discretion of the viewer, however, until I otherwise feel like it.

Paragraph Three: Transition. Going for montage, not doing a great job of it. One of these days I'll go back and beef it up a bit, but for right now it is left vague and up to the reader's imagination. My apologies, reader.

Paragraph Four: I went through the whole of Wookiepedia's many, many pages on Star Wars music. I had to write the word jizz in front of jazz because that's what it is. I must do all of this with a straight face. However, I also take the time to establish more of Miikka's character through his diverse music taste. This will help me in the future, although I cannot say how.

Paragraph Five: Here, I begin by continuing my foray into fake engineering by naming random parts of a ship that sound feasible. I do my best to consult Wookiepedia as well as using my best judgement to gauge what would actually get hit in a dogfight in space, but alas, I hate math, so here we are. I continue the idea of a montage for the audience and randomly reference a story to give the montage some weight/gravity (as in realistic, not as in serious). Unfortunately, I have no idea what story Miikka's is referring to because I have not come up with it yet. I eagerly await the day my creative juices flow properly that I might find out what it is.

Paragraph Six: In this paragraph, I try to account for Kirsi's alternate biology, as whether or not she actually has something passing for ears appears to still be up for debate. It has been brought up that they may use some form of echolocation. I don't delve into it here, but I try to be conscious of this fact as I'm writing from her POV as a Togrutan. Also, I love the feeling of heavy bass coming through the speakers in a car, and the way the whole car can shake, so I thought I would try and convey that here for some sense of reality/relatability in a spaceship.

Paragraph Seven: I need to work on Miikka's personality.

Paragraph Eight: Symphonic, in my opinion, is a lovely word. If I remember correctly, I almost used it twice in the same sentence. I know they say that you don't always have to go to a thesaurus, but damn if it isn't my BFF when I write.

Paragraph Nine: I like using parentheses for inner thoughts for some (but not all!) of my characters. I use it for other stories, but I don't believe they are posted. The only one that comes to mind is Dean's POV from Mara's story, but that is a long, long way from being finished. This is also my attempt at some relatable humor. Whether anyone other than me thought it was funny is up for debate, but I thoroughly enjoy it.

Paragraph Ten: Kirsi, I have decided, has a thing for gingers. Whether she knows this yet is up for debate.

Paragraph Eleven: I'm so down for consent questions. Nothing better. Also the juxtaposition of dirty-tired-mechanic Miikka with refined-polished-questions is *chef's kiss*.

Paragraph Twelve: THEY'RE FINALLY DANCING!! I personally love the idea of Miikka acting as a gentleman and recognizing that Kirsi can do whatever the hell she wants. I also love the idea that Kirsi recognizing this fact and choosing to stay with Miikka. (bc she loves him but neither of them know this yet shhh)

Paragraph Thirteen: Kirsi is crushing so hard and she doesn't even know it. But also the thought of dancing for fun when you aren't good at it?? Or even just swaying in place with the music?? Makes me melt every time. I really do need to go back and add more to this, just because I think it's sweet and the paragraphs are looking really thin. :/ Mixed feelings. Short and sweet? Or Sweet but too short??

Paragraph Fourteen: Oooh, not the beginning of "it doesn't feel like other people when it's you" that introverts understand. IDK if Kirsi is actually an introvert but the idea of Miikka becoming one of her inner inner circle is approaching and I watch it crash hit like a comet with great interest!

Paragraph Fifteen: Yeah, I definitely tried to lean into Togrutan biology this time. Leaves you in the middle of the action, but I think it's a nice ending.

~

And, yeah, thank you so much for joining me. I know that was a lot, with me going off on the story (negative) for the first half and then me going off on the story (positive) for the second half. I appreciate everyone who took the time to read through it (and/or the story itself) and go on this venture with me. <3

I won't promise that every Director's Cut will be this lengthy, but I hope it was entertaining at the very least! :)

Kindly,

The Void

P.S. Below are links to the story (again) as well as the song referenced earlier (One Last Dance by Us the Duo)

P.P.S. I almost forgot! While the initial story was most likely created under the aforementioned song, a majority, if not most of, the editing was done under the repeated listening of the Up theme song, which, if that doesn't tell you something about the story, I don't know what will, ha ha!

[ironstrange1991]

Supreme Strange Masterlist

Do not copy, translate or repost my work anywhere. +18 Blog MINORS DNI

English is not my first language so my work may contain grammar and spelling errors, however I hope it doesn't spoil your experience

Although not in chronological order, all fics here except for Two Stephens were written picturing the same reader and can be read as a series.

One Shots

TWO STEPHENS (Smut)

When a spell goes wrong you and Stephen are throwed into another universe and end up needing the help of another Stephen Strange and things get a little intense between the three of you.

DON'T LET ME GO (Angst/ Smut)

When the reader discovers that the Illuminati sentenced Stephen to death, she decides to do everything in her power to save him, even if it means going against her father's orders.

MORE THAN JUST A SONG (Fluffy)

Stephen is intrigued by the fact that you won't stop singing and humming a specific song.

JEALOUSY AND SUBMISSION (Smut)

Stephen's jealousy makes him refuse to talk to the reader for a whole week and she finally decides to put an end to their fight in the best way possible.

INTOXICATED (Smut)

A specific task at work causes the reader to spend the afternoon working with Stephen which leads to a certain disagreement and with her being punished in a different way.

INTOXICATED PART II (Smut)

The reader finds a very interesting way to get revenge on Stephen

LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED (Comfort/Smut)

Stephen isn't feeling well and you decide to take good care of him

Headcanons

Coming soon

Special Events

KINKTOBER

October 2nd: Hate sex, somnophilia, dub con, possessiveness wlth Supreme Strange (One Shot)

October 6th: Hot sex in the kitchen table with Supreme Strange (One Shot)

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Requests are always open but I confess that I take a while to respond and I only write what I like

[roonyxx]

The Raven: Part 2

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 2538

Chapter warnings: horror, angst, nightmares, language, reckless Dean.

A/N:  This will be a series I wrote for @holylulusworld​ 15.555 spin the bottle followers celebration! My trope is Secret Crush!

The Raven Masterlist

My Masterlist

It’s been weeks and we found absolutely nothing.

I scanned every book we have on German legends and lore, every book on powerful witches and ancient covens but there is really nothing about her.

Sam has been looking into the codex Cas left behind but translation is going very slow and it doesn’t make a lot of sense.

And Cas…

He’s been worried sick, he has scanned every inch of the Black Forest and found nothing, nor did he found anything about this dead army or whatever she did that would deserve punishment from Heaven.

“I don’t get it.” Sam says from the other side of the table.

“What is it?”

“This whole book, it’s… I don’t know? I think it’s a collection of lullabies about her.”

“Lullabies? What do they say? I know that all nursery rhymes have like a super dark meaning behind them so maybe this is the same, it could serve as a warning for her.” I tell my brother.

“Yeah but I think it’s a collection of the songs people have heard, they didn’t come up with them themselves” he starts leafing through the papers that are covered in the old language “at least not all of them.”

“Wait, so this are the songs she sung in peoples dreams? Don’t they all die after hearing it?” I remember that Cas said that.

“Yes, that’s why it doesn’t make sense.” He sighs loudly.

“Do you have one translated, one that makes sense?” I ask hopefully.

Sam scoffs at that “I only have one and it makes zero sense. Just like everything in this case.”

“Tell me anyways.”

Sam takes a deep breath and begins.

“How does she see without eyes?

And why does she cries?

With her hands so thin

She’ll grab your chin

And from your head

On your eyes she will fed

With her fingers so long

She will sing you her song

And with it she will take your every breath

Because she is the Queen of Death.”

The words echo in my mind, all way to the back where that sharp feeling returns along with the chill that spreads over my bones.

My skin prickles with goosebumps and I snap my head around because I could have sworn I felt someone breathe against me.

“D-did you feel that?” I say with a shaky voice while I look behind me, no one is there but…

I felt something.

“Dean?” Sam calls my name and I look at Sam and jump out of my chair.

H-his eyes… they’re gone, deep black holes are staring at me and his lips are moving but I don’t hear him.

“Dean?” he says and stands up.

I topple over my chair when I stagger back from him. From those empty sockets.

A sharp pain spreads over my left elbows when I try to catch myself on the toppled over chair and it pull my attention away from Sam for just a second.

When I look back at him, he’s looking at me with his hazel eyes.

“Dean!” he comes to me and helps me up “What the hell was that!”

“I-I don’t know.” I say honestly. I’m trembling, whether from cold or shock I don’t know.

“You’re shaking Dean.” I can hear it in his voice that he is worried.

“I… I don’t know. Something is so very very wrong with this…” I look up at his face, at his eyes.

His eyes that are not gone.

“I think she knows…” I breathe out.

“Knows? Knows what”

“That we’re on to her…”

Panting, running. I’m running, faster.

I need to go faster

How does she see without eyes?

And why does she cries?

Dean…

Don’t look back, keep running. My feet pound on the ground of the forest while my hands wildly push at the branches that slap into my face, cutting open my cheeks.

If I stop I’m dead, so fucking dead…

With her hands so thin

She’ll grab your chin

Hide Dean, run faster, little boy.

Fear propels my legs harder, the stabbing pain in my side is nothing compared to what will happen if I stop. I can’t stop.

And from your head

On your eyes she will fed.

Faster Dean, I can almost taste you.

My face is wet, I know it’s not sweat or the mist clinging to me.

It’s blood, my blood. I blink to clear the redness out of my vision. I’m crying blood.

With her fingers so long

She will sing you her song

A dark laugh rumbles through the trees all around me.

Too slow Deanie.

Out of no where a hand snatches my ankle and I go down hard. My knees bark with pain when they connect with the ground. I try to crawl further but it’s pulling me back. Dragging me across the floor. My nails break with the force of my grip on stones and roots, anything to grab onto.

“NO!” I scream when I’m pulled into darkness.

The only thing I hear is my own breathing, rapid and ragged.

And with it she will take your every breath

Because she is the Queen of Death.

Got you.

Long spindly fingers that look like the beaks of a bird attack my eyes and I scream at the pain, the immense pain and her laugh, she’s calling my name, no screaming my name while taking my eyes.

She sounds so familiar… she sounds-

Dean

Dean

DEAN

I jerk awake, panting and soaked in sweat, hands are touching me and jerk away, falling off something.

Falling off my bed.

My bed… my room.

“Dean!” Sam says and comes to me.

I look at him, Sam…

My room, the bunker.  A nightmare… I had a nightmare.

“I…” I touch my face and look at my hands. No blood.

“You were screaming” Sam says as he helps me off the ground.

“S-sorry” my heart is still racing. I dreamed about her. About her song.

My eyes widen, her song…

“I-I dreamed about her”

“Her? The Raven?” he asks.

I  nod and Sam curses.

“What did you see it can help with the case. I’ll alert Cas. She won’t take you. I won’t let her fucking near you.”

I vaguely nod again and let go of his arms when I’m back on my feet and start explaining what I saw in my dream.

Her face… it was so pale and skinny, she barely looks alive. Maybe she isn’t.

The voice that was singing the song. It sounded so good, so comforting. I would almost say it sounded like my mom, a beacon to a safe place where I would sleep so very good.

But it was a lie, a trick to lure me in.

What would have happened if I had given into it?

I shudder, I honestly don’t want to know…

Sam and I go to the library and I go straight for the bottle of whiskey I keep on the little table and pour myself a big glass and down it.

The feeling of her hands all over me…

I shudder again and take another half glass before I join Sam at the table.

He opens up the book and points at the drawing of her.

“Did she look like this?” he asks me.

“Yes” I nod “But she… I don’t know man. She is pale and her skin is like sunken in. She looks like a living corpse. She’s really fucking creepy.”

“Did she say anything at all? Where were you?” Sam takes a little notebook and starts writing things down.

“I heard the lullaby, and she was taunting me. That she was gonna catch me, as if she was enjoying seeing me run” I sigh “well she probably did enjoy it.”

“Alright and where were you running?”

“The woods, some very dense woods and there was this fog everywhere. I didn’t see anything beyond bushes and trees.”

“Maybe it was the Black Forest.” Sam reasoned.

“Or it could be any forest in the world or not even a real one. But she knew my name”

Sam looks up at me when I say that.

“She knows we’re after her. Maybe we can use it to draw her out.”

“We’re not using you as bait, Dean. We have no idea what she is capable of.”

“I’m not saying that. But Cas can come into my head, like we did with Michael, right? He could help break the dream and trap her into her own trap.”

It’s a good plan. It will work. It has to work.

“I don’t know Dean” he sighs and runs his hand through his hair “We know to little about her to risk it. Who knows what damage she can do inside your head? I think we should wait until Rowena finds something.”

“We won’t find out more by staring at the same books and you know as well as I that Rowena is not interested in risking her neck with this.” I stare my little brother down with determination, “We need an edge, this is it.”

He sighs again and leans back in the chair, “We discus it with Cas first. I want to know if he can handle it”

After Cas arrived and we told him what happened he was a little reluctant to agree at first. But I could convince him.

I’m tired of looking at books and finding absolute jack squat about her. This is a good plan and it will work. She might be powerful but Cas is an angel.

“Are you sure Dean?” Cas asks me when he takes off his trench coat and jacket, then starts to roll up the sleeves of his white shirt.

He always looks weird without his coat on, a little naked even.

“Yes, this will work.” I sit more back in my chair and Cas comes to stand behind me and puts his hands on my head.

“When something is wrong, you pull him out, immediately” Sam says “understood?”

“Yes, Sam.” Cas answers.

I close my eyes and let Cas do his thing.

His grace immediately pulls me under and I really wish they could make a pill like this for nights when I can’t find sleep.

I’m floating on clouds, my entire body is relaxed and I feel at peace like this. Here there is no hunt or no worries about who wants to hurt me and my brother.

Two hands touch my face and I smile with my eyes closed. It feels nice. The touch is unhurried and gentle. Stroking my cheeks and neck, like a lovers touch.

The touch is soft, the skin cool against my own in a pleasant way, I turn my head to lean into it.

“Dean” a soothing voice says and my heart races at the sound of that oddly familiar voice. I could moan at the sound of it.

“Dean” it sounds right next to my ear now, I turn my head and smile when I open my eyes.

“Hello Deanie” The voice does not sound pleasant anymore. It’s hoarse and cold and ragged and…

Death.

I stare into her empty eye sockets and gasp, trying to crawl away, suddenly I’m falling, the gently clouds have dissipated and I’m falling.

Falling and not waking up.

Where is Cas?

“CAS” I scream when I’m falling through darkness.

I flip around in the air and I can see the ground approaching rapidly. There’s no forest this time, only cold, bare, rocky ground.

I cross my arms over my face and brace for the impact, a scream rips from my lungs and scorches my throat at how loud it is.

“Dean” everything stops and I’m on the ground. I didn’t fall down, I just appeared on the muddy floor. I put my arms down and look up at where my name came from and see Cas. I quickly scramble to my feet.

“Where the hell were you!” I pant at him.

“I don’t know” he says while looking around “Stay close, she’s here.”

I step closer to Cas and scan our surroundings.

“Does it look familiar to you?” the angel asks?

“No, last time I was in a forest. This place looks…”

“Dead.” Cas finishes for me.

“You boys want trouble, don’t you?” her voice comes from all around us. My entire body tenses at how cold she sounds.

“We want peace.” Cas says.

“Peace?” she scoffs and the ground beneath our feet trembles with her mocking laugh.

“Castiel, the angel of Thursday wants peace? Were you not the one who slaughtered thousands of angels? Who watched many wars rage on Earth and did nothing but stand by? Heaven knows nothing of peace.”

Cas grows silent at what she said. How does she know all that? It sounds like she knows him personally.

A sigh draws our attention to behind us and there she is.

A thin, skeleton like woman is standing, no floating, a few meters from us. Her onyx hair is thin and dirty. She’s wearing a brown ratty dress that is ripped and shredded in multiple places and shows her gray skin underneath.

Her fingers are inhumanly long and black, and very… very sharp.

A black bird is perched on her shoulder, she lifts her hands and starts to stroke the bird.

“We don’t want the Earth to become a battlefield for something that you did. Innocents shouldn’t die because of you.” I speak up.

“Something that I did” she says and looks up at us while slowly coming near. Her bare feet move but they don’t touch the ground. “And what did I do exactly?”

We say nothing, because we don’t know what she did. We know nothing…

“Ah” she’s circling us now and I can smell her. She smells of… jasmine?

That’s unexpected.

“You’re reading an army because of it.” Cas speaks up again.

“I grow tired of you, angel” she swipes with her hand and Cas disappears into nothing.

I turn around and look for him. Where did he go!

“Cas!” I turn to look at her, “What did you do to him!”

“Calm down, hunter” she sighs and the birds caws when she stopped touching him, “I just send him away. You shouldn’t let people so easily into your head Dean.”

“You’re in my head”

“Am I people?” she arches a brow and even though she has no eyes I can easily read her mocking grin.

“I won’t let you destroy Earth” I start “We’re taking you down, witch.”

She chuckles again and starts circling me, “I forgot how cute you are when you’re angry, Dean.”

“Forgot? We have never met before.”

“And you should keep it that way” she snarls right before she grips my neck and lifts me up in the air.

“Do not” she starts, her voice thunders through the ground and air, making every bone in my body shudder. “come near me again, Dean. My only and last warning.”

She throws me back hard and I gasp loud when I suddenly feel the chair beneath me and open my eyes to see Sam and Cas staring at me.

“D-did you get it?” I ask Cas.

He nods, “I know where she is.”

[rykno-j]

MORE J/JK THOUGHTS based off the episodes we have right now, hope you guys don't mind

ive had these for awhile but finally decided to sit down and actually find the photos and whatnot i wna use

since there are pictures i'll put it all under the cut in case it gets too long.. (presently, after doing up the whole post: YES, IT DID, IT GOT QUITE LONG)

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Thought 1:

i noticed how it went from:

"We're the strongest, after all."

And:

"We are the strongest."

To:

"S/atoru had become the 'strongest'. "

And:

"Don't worry, I'm the strongest."

just the concept of g/ojo loosing his friend, his counterpart, someone he once considered to be as strong as him. gone, now he's alone at the top, alone as the "strongest". g/ojo might be all smiles and silly but i think deep down he's lonely and he longs for the relationship he had with g/eto

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Thought 2:

Also more on words. The opening of j/jk season 2:

my thoughts are in brackets

(i'll take apart certain lyrics i wna use here. i got the translated version from G/oogle)

Verse 1:

"These days will fade away

Even though I’ve come to know the scent of you being different from mine"

(like yes, they were different, but they grew together)

"Any prayer, any word

Could bring us closer, but they couldn’t reach you"

"Just like a silent love

In the summery colors along my cheeks,"

End of chorus:

"The words to curse you have been stuck in the back of my throat 'We’ll meet again, right?' in an unvoiced voice"

(this part especially, reminds me of j/jk 0 where s/uguru laughs and says that s/atoru should've at least cursed him in his final moments.)

Verse 2:

"A time to reminisce, a portrait of us who were nobody yet

No matter what, we could have shared it"

(how they used to be just students, and that they were supposed to grow strong together, how they were supposed to share that power together at the top)

"Little by little, since that day

The curse of me being different from you is growing bigger"

(this shows the distance between them started to grow, where s/atoru became the strongest and left s/uguru behind. also i love how its described as a 'curse' that they are different. it's such a spot-on word choice)

"The sorrow behind your smile

I failed to notice it, with all my regret"

(s/atoru's regret that he never noticed his friend's pain)

"To you, a flower that blooms but falls without bearing fruit

I say goodbye"

(the flower here probably referenced to s/uguru and how he unfortunately went down the path of evil) AGEHGSDG IT'S SO SAD OMG

The ending part:

"Like star grains in an infinitely expanding galaxy

Spilling through the gaps between my fingers"

(like how s/atoru is the strongest yet everything slips from his fingers. r/iko's life, his childhood with s/uguru)

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Thought 2.1:

Now i have a few things to say about the ending song as well.

Verse 1, opening line:

"Before my good will breaks down

I should have told you everything"

(i rly feel like if s/uguru confided in s/atoru for company it could have been different. or if s/atoru was there when y/uki talked to s/uguru)

Chorus:

"Nothing to look for, swaying love

Concealing it and living on"

"I couldn’t go anywhere today

Sleeping, sleeping, to the brand-new morning

Loneliness under crying"

(remembering when s/uguru said his life was a cycle of "exorcise" and "absorb", it's like everyday is repeated.) also his loneliness now that s/atoru is all the way on top

"I have no use for yesterday

So the moon is dark, twisting light

Where shall I go tomorrow"

Verse 2:

"Wishing but unable to change my feelings

Just the form falls apart"

"Counting the days from the loneliness

I was drowning in one tear"

(s/uguru struggling in his despair and having no one by his side)

"If it’s worthless then just destroy it

I’ll live freely in my song"

"This is the only place

I want to touch you here

It can be a silly story"

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i really think the opening and ending suit this arc really well. its almost as if the opening was s/atoru's POV and the ending was s/uguru's POV

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Thought 3:

How s/uguru used to be s/atoru's moral compass.

-"j/ujutsu sorcerers exist to protect non-j/ujutsu sorcerers." (the basketball scene)

-"there has to be a reason to kill people, especially for j/ujutsu sorcerers." (when s/atoru asked if they should just kill everyone in the organisation)

But then he did a complete swap, cue the street scene where they yelled at each other. and by "they" i mean mostly s/atoru yelling at s/uguru, trying to understand why, why his friend chose that path.

and cue the dictatorship and the killing of someone in the organisation to establish that power over others (non-sorcerers)

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Thought 4:

How g/ojo as a teacher is always trying to let his students have fun. After the inter-school thing and the curses attacked on day 1, he still insisted that they carry on with day 2

and he even slipped a baseball paper in the drawing box

The way i see it is that he wants the students to have fun and enjoy their youth in the way that he could not, since it was practically stolen from him

Also the fact that he wants to raise his students to be just as strong as him, maybe so he won't stand alone at the top?

G/ojo might be the strongest, but being alone at the top, he's bound to get lonely

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That's all, those are most of my thought i have for s/atoru and s/uguru, i have a whole bunch more but these are those that i remember for now. their whole arc was a mass ocean of "what if"s, and it breaks my heart in so many ways to think of scenarios in which everything. was. different.

if anything else strikes i'll just do another post

arghsgdhs im sorry this is so long i just had alot to say ahhh- i'm WAYY too attached to these characters, i swear its beyond healthy levels

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[blackstarmylove]

Asks About Characters (Kei, Sin, Takami)

Ask: WHAT DO YOU THINK IS KEI HIDING I'M CURIOUS ABOUT HIM I HAVE A LOT OF QUESTIONS AAAAAAAAA

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Kei is hiding A LOT; he knows more information than everyone in Starless combined. 

He knows about MC, her past and present, and he also has an insight into her future, and that’s why he’s trying to protect her - he doesn’t want that “future” to come true (the future being, MC getting hurt, kidnapped, or even killed). 

He knows about Blackcard and MC’s connection to that organization. 

He knows about the Mikis and what’s going on with them/where they are. 

Kei’s backing is very strong (or he, himself, is a very powerful man), and he has connections. 

I wouldn’t be surprised if he could get the background information on anyone he wants on Starless. Actually, he might have info on every person in the restaurant. Imagine someone messing with Kei, and Kei saying, “I can get information on you from the day you were born until now. It would only take me one phone call.” 😂

Kei also doesn’t want MC to regain her memories. If the plot is based exactly on Lonhengrin, then MC was framed for something she didn’t do. Donuts usually makes everything dark, so maybe MC accidentally hurt someone or was indirectly the reason for their demise. 

Ask: Hi Lancer, what do you know about Sin or think about him? I have a lot of unknowns about him. What if he mentioned in some card or part of the story, and I missed it because of the lack of Sin's cards (bad luck with the gacha) and "bad translation from Japanese to English/Spanish" of the internet translators. I have doubts about what he does after starless or things from his past, and if he knows mc from before.

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We know Sin joined Starless at the older location and was brought in by Iwami. In his borderline card, he returned to the old restaurant and destroyed some evidence, but Donuts never told us anything about it. He also know what’s going on with MC and their past or relation to Blackcard. 

In borderline, he tried to make MC remember her past (along with Zakuro) and played the original BlackStar CD. The original song has a trigger that makes MC pass out and recall bits of her past. We don’t know if he personally knows MC, but when MC landed in the hospital after BL, Kei said “Iwami” - hinting that Iwami may have asked Sin to play BlackStar to trigger MC’s memories. 

There’s also another mystery with Sin’s BL card - the guy in the background. We don’t know if it’s Sin’s younger self or another character. Maybe that person is related to MC or Iwami. 

Some other fun facts about him are:

He likes crows, and crows like him. Supposedly, he can talk to crows.

He likes playing chess and reading.

He speaks in Singo but can also speak “normally”. Someone asked him if he talks in riddles on purpose, so that others don’t understand him. He was taken aback by that question but didn’t really answer.

Sin is the oldest cast member (from all the teams), and the third oldest out of everyone in the game. 

He’s also the tallest.

Sin is in a gray shade right now. In BL, he tried to trigger MC’s memories, then in one of the other seasons, he hid MC in a cardboard box and asks her to listen to his convo with Kei. Then, he “joins” Kei’s side, and then Donuts forgot about that whole plotline. So, we don’t know if he’s straight up sketchy, or he’s just playing both sides to see which side he likes. Maybe he was sketch at the beginning but developed a soft spot for MC.  

Ask: I want to know your honest opinion about Takami. He's really unsettling in my opinion especially when Taiga snoops around. Thank you for seeing my question :D

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I find him really REALLY suspicious, and though I don't find him scary as a character, the fact that he can manipulate, is skilled at playing games, knows how to get info out of people, can get (almost) anyone's background info, and keeps an eye on everything/everyone is unsettling. Also, let's not forget that the man pretty much knows where all the cameras in the city are and has a route he takes to avoid all of them. What could he possibly be doing? He is a very dangerous character, and if I had to list which characters I thought were dangerous in Starless, Takami would be in the top 5 (probably the top 3).

Sadly, we don't know his main reason for being in Starless, but we do know his father worked with the Mikis, but again, this could be a lie. In case Taka's father worked with the Mikis, I'm sure it was not "normal" work.