#(the six on the playlist tied in first place at the time)

[fierykitten2]

Pointless playlist of the day: Maybe someday I’ll listen to these feat No Surrender by Judas Priest and Can I Play With Madness by Iron Maiden

[fishfooddude]

Last Updated: 12/16/2024

Teasing

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Carmy is a tease, and you love it. MDNI 18+

Elementary School

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Carmy comes to pick you up from work while Richie teases the two of you

What Happens In Vegas Doesn't Always Stay In Vegas

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x OC A four-part series about a past mistake both Carmy and Ellie had long forgotten about. Part 1: Those are Legal? Part 2: The Bear, Abuse of Power, and a Dick Measuring Contest Part 3: The Fight Part 4: DC in October

Family Ties

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Carmy butts heads with his 17-year-old daughter

Father's Day

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Father's day cards covered in glitter and a surprise, what more could Carmy ask for?

High School

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Carmy didn't like high school, but he did like you, so when you asked him to come speak to this year's graduating class, how could he say no?

Food is Love

~Requested~ (forgot to give it a title) Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader After the passing of your father, you have a hankering for "Daddy Soup." You can't figure out the recipe, so you enlist the help of your Michelin star boyfriend to figure it out

Slumber Party

~Requested~ Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader You didn't take Carmy as a 3-in-1 guy but I guess sleeping over at his place for the first time gives you a good amount of insight on your boyfriend.

Feral

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader After work fun ~ MDNI 18+

Our Future (2 Parts)

Richard "Richie" Jerimovich x Reader Age gaps can be difficult. Being at two different times in your life makes the idea of the future seem impossible. Part 1: Our Future Part 2: Our Present

Social Media Manager: The Series

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Marcus's friend Rusty is intriguing, and Carmy wants to get to know her better. Why not hire her to revamp The Bear's social media pages? Part 1: Introductions and Donuts Part 2: Meetings, Meetings, Meetings Part 3: Drinks? Part 4: Bars and Miscommunication

The Carmy Blurb Playlist

A collection of Carmy blurbs inspired by songs I dig that give me Carmy vibes

A Different Point of View

Natalie Berzatto's POV on the events of Season 1

Cigarettes Multiverse (3 Parts)

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader MDNI 18+ Friends with benefits worked for you and Carmy until it didn't. Part 1: Cigarettes - Rozei Part 2: Girlfriend Treatment Part 3: Boyfriend Treatment

Six Months (5 parts)

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Six months postpartum and six months of celibacy, is a sexually frustrated Carmy going to risk his marriage and future relationship with his daughter for a woman who smells like artificial vanilla? Part 1: Six Months Part 2: The Night It Went Wrong Part 3: The Aftermath Part 4: Two Months Part 5: Healing

Three-Three-Three

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Based on the fridge scene of the S2 finale; you help Carmy calm down when he's having a panic attack

You're un-beet-liveable

Sydney "Syd" Aduam x Male Reader (actually, it's Paul Mescal) A cute delivery guy makes Syd a little less annoyed that Carmy asked her to come in early.

Is this what you were looking for?

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Carmy has a habit of misplacing his wedding ring, so he came up with a better alternative.

The Playdate

Richard "Richie" Jerimovich x Reader Tiffany asks if Richie can pick Eva up from a playdate.

Lockdowns & Ladyfingers

Chef Luca x Reader Luca is the hot neighbor, after getting the 411 from the grannies in the building; you make your move.

Our Life

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader You see Carmy's sketchbook and can't help but fall more in love with him.

Love Story

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Just a sweet lil narrative of Carmy fallin' for you

Sorry?

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader The story of the time you don't get off MDNI 18+

Cooking Class

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader "Six Months" universe spin-off sorta... Sugar actions off a cooking class hosted by our favorite little chef,. Carmy is a sexy man here's his response to some unwanted flirtation.

That Poster Trend

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader With Carmy's 30th birthday fast approaching, you were struggling to figure out the perfect gift for him—at least until you were reminded of that TikTok beer poster trend.

Fatherhood: Carmy Berzatto

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto's adventures in single fatherhood.

Proposal Gone Wrong

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Carmy wants nothing more than to marry you; unfortunately, with his luck, Murphy's Law took over.

How do you do it?

Richard "Richie" Jerimovich x Reader Richie's at his wits end with Carmy. Some advice may make it a little better.

To Chicago and Beyond

Carmen "Carmy" Beratto x Reader Long distance becomes short distance- so short you're within arm's reach of each other.

The Joy Of Cooking

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader You and Carmy are moving in together; nothing bad could happen, right?

Gimme a Minute

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Just something I threw together while I was waiting for my individual supervision session to start.

Drunken Escapades

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader It turns out you met Mikey before he passed; you just didn't know it. Part 1: Drunken Escapades Part 2 : Drunken Escapades Brought Us Here(MDNI 18+)

No Phone Policy

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader I'm in an angsty mood; I'm sorry, everyone. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 The Prequel Part 5 Part 6

Allergic to Sunshine

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Request!

Double Trouble

Richard "Richie" Jerimovich x Reader MDNI 18+ Double the trouble but twice the joy. Thank you, God, for giving me a twin. Do you ever have one of those stupid ideas that sticks in your brain even though it feels kinda stupid? Yea... that's what this was. Part 1: Double Trouble Part 2: I'll Raise You One Better Part 3: Wedding of the Year

Coffee Run

Sydney "Syd" Adamu x Reader Someone requested a Syd x fem reader story a few months ago, and here it is!

Hot Stuff

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Request! Carmy with a plus size reader and him comforting her while she’s not feeling pretty.

Written Romance

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Request! Carmy finds love in an indie book shop.

Non-Casual Dominance

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader MDNI 18+ Carmy gets a little dominant on you.

Worm Universe

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader MDNI 18+ Carmy got you pregnant, and boy, oh boy, was it a wild ride. Part 1: Would you still love me if I was a worm? Part 2: Yes I Would

Mr. Berzatto

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader Carmy's Dad left the family when he was a kid. Everyone assumed he was dead or in jail or fled the country, who knows. Turns out he never left Chicago, when he turns up in your vintage shop, you're none the wiser.

Verified Lover

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x OC The chef and the popstar's iconic love story Track 1: Blue Check Heart

[ravenromanova]

First time

Parings: Wanda x Female reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!!! Mommy kink, Thigh riding, Fingering, Oral, Tribbing, strap on, vibrator and blindfolding. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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~ It was quiet in the compound for once which is nice. The only things that could be heard was the crackling of the fire place, the christmas playlist you put on and your lovely girlfriend making dinner. This was your first christmas with Wanda since you and her made it official and you were incredibly nervous.

You wanted to make this holiday the best for her after everything she has been through. She had told you a few months after she joined the team just how much she loved christmas and how magical it was with her family. So in turn you wanted to make this the most perfect christmas she’s ever had.

The plan was that after dinner you two would exchange the gifts you had gotten for each other. And then you planned on taking her to your room which was set up with christmas lights, candles, pillows and some other gifts for Wanda.

“Dinner is almost done malysh” Wandas soft voice echoed through the kitchen and living room and you got up to go sit at the dining room table. As you sat at the table you took a moment to admire how pretty she looked. Her fiery hair was tied into a bun, Her face was bare so you could see all her freckles, She had on one of your hoodies on along with some black sleep shorts. To you she was the epitome of beauty she was your own disney princess in your eyes.

Once dinner was done she plated the paprikash and then walked over to the table. You gratefully took the food as she handed it to you with a smile on your face.

“Thank you baby” You beamed as you started eating the food. “I swear youre the best cook to exist” Wanda smiled at your praise as a blush crept over her cheeks.

“Thank you malysh” She said still blushing as she ate her food. “Oh i also was wondering if you wanted to make cookies tonight” Wanda asked with a child like gleam in her eyes.

“Well i have a few things planned for tonight my love but we can make cookies first thing in the morning if thats okay?” You didn’t want to give to much of your plan away but you also didn’t want her to feel rejected. “I promise my plan is a lot better than cookies” You continued hoping she wouldn’t be upset.

“Okay!” She said happily. “You’re definitely better than cookies so i think i’ll make an exception…just this once” She pointed her fork at you and the both of you broke out into giggles.

After the laughter died down the two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you continued eating. Once the two of you were finished you grabbed the plates and started cleaning up since Wanda had cooked.

“Go sit by the tree my love” You said from the kitchen to which Wanda obeyed and patiently waited for you to return.

You finished cleaning up and then made the two of you hot chocolate and then sat next to her. “Okay so i have a few of your gifts down here and then the rest are upstairs” You started as you handed her the the gifts that you had gotten her. “I want you to open these before we go upstairs” Wanda nodded as she gratefully took the gifts.

She started opening the gifts with a smile on her face which quickly turned to confusion when she opened a red lace lingerie set. “What’s this?” She asked holding the piece up with an eyebrow raised.

“Well i saw that in the store when i was shopping so i got it for you” You said cheekily and then she opened the next one. Wanda then held up a pair of handcuffs with a curious look.

“And what is this for?” Wanda asked again and you slowly moved closer to her.

“That is for tonight my love” You husked in her ear before you softly bit it. Wanda shivered under you touch and she could feel wetness pool in between her thighs.

See the thing is you and Wanda had been dating for about six months now but you’ve never had sex. It wasnt that you didn’t want to but you didn’t want to rush her into anything and make her uncomfortable. But within these past couple of weeks you could tell Wanda was starting to get antsy. She had started drooping subtle hints that she wanted you in a more intimate way. So you teased her a little and decided that christmas was the perfect time to have your first time with Wanda.

“Do you mean what i think you mean?” She asked breaking you out of your thoughts. You smiled at the redhead and nodded to which she quite literally jumped on you,

“I thought tonight would be the perfect night for me to show you just how much i love you” You said as your hands came to rest on her hips. Wanda smiled and grabbed your face as she brought you in for a bruising and passionate kiss. Instinctively she started grinding her hips down on your thigh.

“Please” She begged. “I need you malysh” Wandas breath got caught in her throat when you pushed her clothed core against your thigh even more.

“How can i say no to you?” You asked with a smug smile as you swiftly picked her up and brought her to your room.

When the two of you got to your room her eyes lit up like the lights on the tree. Wanda hopped out of your arms and went to admire the set up you made for her. There were her favorite red and white lights, her favorite rose water and ivy candles from bath and body works, you placed her favorite snacks on the bed side table, her favorite blankets were scattered on the bed along with some extra soft pillows.

“You did all of this for me?” She asked with slight tears in her eyes as she looked up at you. You smiled softly as you took her face in your hands and kissed her with the same passion as before.

“Of course i did. You deserve the best babygirl” Your voice was soft as you spoke making her blush. And before she knew it you were laying her against the pillows on her back.

You took a moment to admire how beautiful she looked right now. Her fiery red hair was sprawled out on the pillows, her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and god those tiny shorts she’s wearing was making you crazy. She giggled as she watched you practically drool over her and beckoned you over with her finger.

“What other gifts do you have for me?” Wanda asked curiously as you loomed over her. You smiled as you reached over to the bedside drawer and opened it. Then you quickly pulled out a red vibrator, a black and red strap along with and black silk blindfold.

“These are the other gifts i have for you my love” You said with a smile as you settled yourself in between her thighs.

Her eyes widened with wonder and excitement as she looked at the toys you laid out for her.

“P-Please fuck me” She begged starting to feel the pulse in between her thighs become even stronger.

“Anything for you” You smiled and kissed her passionately. And while you were lost in the way your girlfriend tasted she quickly removed both of your clothes with a flick of her wrist.

You were quick to start leaving wet open mouth kisses along her neck and chest making her mewl. Wanda grew impatient and shoved your shoulders down to where she needed you the most.

“Patience darling” You warned them grabbed the blindfold. “What’s your color baby?” You asked caressing her cheek.

“Green so fucking green” She said almost pathetically and you chuckled at her eagerness.

“Good girl” You praised with a smile placing the blindfold over her eyes. You then started kissing her chest again and bringing one of her nipples in your mouth and started sucking harshly.

“Oh god” She moaned at the feeling of your warm mouth around her sensitive nub. Wanda clawed at your back as you moved to her other one giving it the same amount of attention as the other.

“So fucking pretty” You praised her again moving down to her dripping core.

You then licked a stripe from her pussy to clit making her moan out loudly. Wanda nearly combusted when you wrapped your lips around her clit and started sucking harshly on it. Her sounds were the prettiest you could’ve ever imagined.

“Oh fuck mommy” She screamed as you shoved two fingers into her and started massaging her walls. You started hitting her g-spot making her back arch off the bed and her walls involuntarily clench around your fingers.

“Please don’t stop” Her words were broken as they left her lips making you smile as you ate her out. You continued your assault on her pussy like a woman starved and she loved it.

“You taste so fucking good baby” That was what made the flood gates burst and Wanda came all over your face with a scream.

“Give me another and then i’ll make you cum with the strap.” Wanda nodded at your words. The fact that she couldn’t see what you were doing drove her insane but yet turned her on even more. In all honesty Wanda loved not being able to see what you were doing because it added to the erotica of it all.

You parted her lips with your fingers before you started to solely focus on her clit. The feeling of you sucking on her already sensitive nub again was making her second orgasm build up faster than before. You moaned as you ate the witch out which sent vibrations straight into her core. Wanda clawed at your back again leaving red marks.

She squirmed and wiggled under your touch which made you hold down her hips with your free arm. “Hold still baby” You commanded to which she nodded and tried to stay still.

Wanda could feel her orgasm come closer and you started sucking harder. “OH FUCK MOMMY!” She screamed as she squirted all over your face leaving a mess on you and the bed.

“Such a good girl” You smiled coming back up to her and giving her a sloppy kiss to which she moaned at the taste of herself.

“Color?” You asked softly making sure she was okay and taking off the blindfold which made her smile.

“Still green malysh” Wanda smiled and started kissing your neck making you hum in acknowledgement.

“You ready for the strap baby?” Wanda nodded enthusiastically at your words and you laughed.

So you quickly put on the strap and handed her the vibrator. “Use this while i fuck you” You told her as you turned it on for her.

“Yes mommy” She nodded with a big smile on her face. When she put the vibrator on her clit she immediately moaned out in pleasure.

You settled between her thighs and placed the strap against her slit before slowly inching yourself in. Wanda’s head flew back against the pillows as you bottomed out. Her walls involuntarily clenched around the strap as you gave her time to adjust.

“Move mommy please” She begged to which you immediately obliged and started moving at a slow pace at first.

You quickly picked up the pace and started fucking her a little harder. “Oh fuck” She mewled as you started going harder. Between you fucking her into tomorrow and the steady vibrations on her clit she knew she wouldn’t last long.

“You look so pretty wrapped around mommy’s cock baby” You stated as you watched her pussy swallow your strap. The sight was so pretty her walls clenched around the strap as her juices flowed out of her god you were addicted.

“I-I’m gonna cum again mommy” She whimpered as the strap hit her spot over and over again.

“Give it to me baby come on” You demanded as you started thrusting faster and harder. Wanda turned off the vibrator and tossed it on the bed before she pulled you to her needing you closer.

“O-Oh fuck!” She moaned holding onto your shoulders as her third orgasm crashed over her. The orgasm was so intense she saw white spots as she tried to calm her breathing.

You gave her a second before you slowly pulled out of her making her whine at the loss of you. But her protests her cut short after you took the strap off and threw it on the floor before you laid next to her.

“You did so good baby” You praised giving her a kiss on the forehead as you wrapped you arms around her bringing her in to your chest.

“That was amazing” She said with a smile as her emerald eyes looked up at you.

“You were amazing” Your words made her smile even bigger and she nuzzled into your chest. “I need to clean you up mama don’t fall asleep yet” Wanda shook her head in protest. “Baby come on” You tried again but the witch still shook her head.

“No” She protested and flicked her wrist again and suddenly you were both clothed again and she was clean.

“You’re ridiculous” You chuckled at her actions shaking your head a little.

“But you love me” Wanda said innocently with a smug smile.

“You’re right i do love you” You kissed her head and then pulled the blanket over the both of you.

The two of you quickly fell asleep holding onto each other and relishing in you first time. It was everything you could’ve ever wanted. She was everything you ever wanted.

~The end~

[milliesfishes]

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[fem reader] contains: murder, descriptions of blood pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: you are famed as a maneater, a monster. when Billy meets you he finds out the truth Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

In a small town, even the slightest step out of line makes the morning paper.

Billy's arrival had caused ripples to expand outwards in the pool of gossip, whispers of an outlaw with a life-altering bounty on his head skirting him wherever he went. Over time they grew used to him, saw that he was hardly a threat to everyday life. Billy's reputation was an outline he had never fit into, and he was long used to folks having to learn that for themselves.

He had made a life for himself here. Honest work abounds, he lived quietly, disturbed no one. The dust his arrival kicked up settled down, and now he was a fixture in this place no more harmful than the horses tied up outside the general store.

As he became more involved, taking drinks with the others in his line of work late at night, Billy began to hear the tales of secrets buried beneath the surface. When the bar had emptied out and it was only him and a table of men under the glow of the lanterns, half empty whiskies in front of them, he first heard the whispers of you.

"She kills men," one man said, taking a shot and wiping his mouth. His eyes were wide as he told the tale. "There was a fella not six months back...newly married to one 'f the daughters of the richest man 'round these parts..." He drew a line across his neck, signaling his demise. "Found him dead a week after the weddin'. They never could prove it was her, but..." he gave a slow nod.

Billy furrowed his brow, listening interestedly. Another man jumped in, nodding. "'Bout a year ago there was a buddy 'f mine who knew 'er. Said she wasn't so bad." His face went bitter. "He went the same way. I know it was her even if the law looked the other way."

"What's she look like?" Billy leaned forward, looking back and forth between the two men. By all rights, his interest was piqued. This all reminded him of the folk tales his mother used to put him to bed with, only this one was apparently real.

"Gorgeous," the first man mused, taking another sip of his drink. He leaned his cheek on his hand, the brim of his hat shadowing his eyes. "She'll draw ya right in. Like a poisonous flower."

"You won't see her if ya don't go lookin' for her though," the second man cut in. "Keeps to herself. Lives a ways outside 'f town. Good thing too," he scowled. "Or the folk who live here'd have her head."

Wary of their warnings, Billy kept his eyes peeled for any sight of such a woman. On his morning rides especially, when he was well and truly by himself. He also took into consideration the fact that they had been drunk, and whatever they'd told him was likely a tall tale born of two unconnected accidents. He knew oddities, having been one himself. Just because someone didn't live in town, didn't mean they were dangerous.

Today the day was bright, the quiet of the morning a peaceful contrast to what lay ahead. The sky was still streaked with the color's of the sun's greeting, some entity's paint covered fingers dragged over cerulean. Dew dripped from the grass, the earth still dormant as it opened its eyes and laid there in the aftermath of sleep. Billy steered his horse through it all, grateful for the world's allowance for him to see it this way.

As he passed through a shady grove of wildflowers, the strangest feeling that someone was watching him overcame his being. In Billy's experience, such a thing was often associated with danger. Suddenly alert, he dismounted, drawing the gun at his hip and surveying the land. A tranquil picture of nature greeted his vision, the epitome of peace.

He was just about to turn away and count this instance as an episode of superstition, when a branch snapped nearby. His outlaw's instincts were quick, gun pointed in the direction of the noise. "I know someone's there!" he called, taking a single step forward. "Show yourself."

There was a beat of silence, in which he was sure he'd been talking to a rabbit or a fawn. But slowly, surely, the sound of footsteps graced his ears once again, and a figure ducked under the branches and came into the light.

Billy was instantly disarmed, and his gun was lowering before he could even think of it. Because the sight of you had knocked down every defense he thought he'd had.

In only a white chemise edged with lace, hair tumbling over your shoulders like a rippling waterfall, you peeked shyly up at him, eyes round as the moon and filled with just as much mystery. Someone could have taken him out easily with how stunned he was.

Perfect lips parting, a voice like music drew from them. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

Dazed, Billy shook his head, still taken by the sight of you. "No...no it's alright." Gun still in hand, he tilted his head. "Are you...are you lost?" It was a vastly unusual thing to see a woman by herself in the woods in such a state of undress.

You shook your head, looking up at him with a doe-like expression. "No. I just wasn't expecting to see another person out this early."

He was quiet for a moment, simply taking in the sight of you. If you were the girl in the woods the men had spoken about, you didn't seem dangerous. Indeed, he was sure their stories had been just that, and they had been using the fact that you were a little different to make things up.

Stepping forward, Billy sheathed his gun, tipping his hat. "'s alright. I come out here often in the mornings. Just ridin'."

Fidgeting with your fingers, you looked behind you briefly, as if checking for something. "And do...?" Your question trailed off, and you shifted on your feet. "What do you see out here?"

His eyebrows quirked at the question, and he studied you closely. "Just the regular things I s'pose. Nothin' out of the ordinary." The sun's rays peeked through a slew of tree branches, highlighting your face in a way that made it seem angelic. "I...I think I've heard folk talk 'bout you before."

"Hmm." You folded your arms, seeming to retreat into an invisible shell. "I can only imagine what they're saying."

"Just that you're..." Billy didn't want to mention the falsified tales of your taste for blood. "...beautiful," he finished lamely, cheeks flushing slightly.

You almost seemed disarmed by the comment. Arms falling to your sides, you watched him with round eyes, a hint of surprise reflected in the pools of them. No longer skittish, you seemed to be intrigued. He felt as though he'd calmed a wild horse. "Beautiful?"

The repetition of the word made Billy smile. "Beautiful," he confirmed.

A whisper of wind caused the grass to graze around your knees, the nearby wildflowers brushing your skirt like a kiss. They only contributed to his awe. You were equivalent to all the wonderous things of the world; life in all its splendor.

In an instant Billy knew. He was head over heels.

Sure as the stars dotted the sky and the moon smoothed its lovely cheek over the velvety surface, you became a fixture in Billy's life.

It was unusual for a week to pass without him seeing you nearly every day. You were nearly his nectar, his life force. Even the mere sight of you rejuvenated him no matter what the previous events of the day had beaten him with. Billy became more enamored with you by the minute it seemed. Every facet of your being you revealed seemed to unlock a different sort of wonder in him.

He could feel the emotion building up, overwhelming his every waking moment. It was a momentous thing; one he couldn't ignore even if he'd wanted to.

Right now, the vision before him was unrivaled, and you its lively star. Stretched out in the grass, twirling a daisy in front of your eyes, Billy could have sworn he was dreaming. When you caught his eye, a smile sweeter than candy overtook your expression. You stretched out a hand, waving your fingers at him. "Won't you join me?"

He was powerless to resist. You were a lit match and he a helpless moth. Sitting beside you and sliding an arm around your waist, he rested his chin on your shoulder, breathing in your ambrosial scent.

You were fidgeting lightly, grinding your teeth. Long used to this, Billy didn't comment on your odd habit. It was happenings like these that he figured had swayed the townspeople away from you. He suppressed an eye roll at the thought. Small minds were a common occurrence.

Turning on your side, you looked up at him with the most darling baby doll eyes he'd ever seen. No fairy could mimic such a sparkle. He nudged a kiss into your lily-scented hair. "What've you been up to, darlin'?"

"I was in the garden nearly all day," you mused, reaching over and sticking your daisy into his buttonhole. "It's the first day in so long without rain."

Billy listened to you talk about your beloved flowers, entranced by your voice. Even the dullest of topics was music to his ears when it was your voice which graced his ears.

How could anybody ever think the angel in front of him dangerous? All he saw was a misunderstood woman who lived beyond the bounds of society. Why anybody would ever choose to say such horrible things about you he did not know.

You were shy, demure as any person he'd ever met. Often you would twitch or have little spasms that made you whimper and dive into his chest. Oh how privileged he was to protect you. On full moon nights you refused to be seen, telling him you were afraid. The first time he had offered to come in and be with you, but his offer was denied with a flurry of appreciation.

"Thank you," you whispered through the crack in the door. "But I need to be alone right now. I'll see you tomorrow, Billy."

You never told him, but he noticed the pattern. If the moon was round like your eyes when you saw something particularly wonderful, you would retreat under the guise of not feeling well. Unusual certainly, for someone to be ill at such regular intervals.

He worried about you at such times. It was so clear you needed him then, but you pushed away any and all help he offered. It irked him to no end.

Finally after the fifth time of this happening, he resolved to push through. If you weren't at your best, he wanted to be there for you. It was an unsworn vow he took with all those he cared for. To protect and comfort and show that they weren't alone.

So, as the moon's silvery face turned fully toward the earth, he knocked on your door, prepared to argue his way into your doorway and plead with you to let him help.

No answer came. He frowned. Were you asleep, maybe? Tossed into a fever-induced chill? Billy was about to knock again when he heard footsteps behind him. Then his name. "Billy?"

Turning, he saw you there, standing barefoot, bathed in moonlight. Here was your most glorious form, the one he had never been privileged to see you in. The duration of the form lingers far after it is seen, the duration no matter. Here was a sight to be imprinted on him forever.

You were in that same chemise as when he'd first laid eyes upon you, although it was stained with something dark. Mud? He was unsure.

"What are you doing here?" you asked breathlessly, a strand of hair falling in front of your face. He almost reached out to tuck it away.

Instead, Billy stood up straight, taking a step forward. "I was worried 'boutcha. Since you're...you're sick, right?"

A sudden sound made his head snap up, and he whipped his head around, looking for the source. Your lips were slightly parted, eyes widening just barely. "Everything's fine. You should be on your way."

Moving backwards, you turned to go back in the direction from which you'd come, but Billy caught your arm, searching your eyes. "Hey. What's the matter? You seem...on edge."

You forced a smile, shaking your head, and Billy nearly drowned in the vision of you again. He knew what the men had meant when they said you drew people in. There was an ineffable energy about you that suggested he would bleed himself dry if you so much as asked. "It's alright. I'm...I'm fine." Another glance from you was cast toward the other direction, and he frowned.

Before you could protest, he moved forward, brushing aside the tree branches to find whatever you had come from. His eyes searched the clearing, until they landed on what you'd clearly been trying to hide.

One of the men from the bar, the one who had proclaimed you akin to a poisonous flower, was lying there, bloody and still, dead eyes glassily staring up at the sky.

Billy stood frozen in shock, unable to tear his eyes away. The rumors were true. They had all been right about you.

Turning back to you slower than death, Billy could only stare. The mark on your dress wasn't mud. Despite all of this, you still maintained your doe-like appearance, looking innocent as day. He felt shaky, his knees weakening.

You started to hold out your hands, but noticed they were stained with crimson as well and withdrew. Lower lip trembling, your voice hitched with tears. "Billy..."

He took a step back, dazed and utterly lost. "The...the hell's this...?"

"Let me explain. Please," you whispered, folding your arms around yourself. Red traveled from your hands to your elbows at the print of your fingers.

Billy was too stunned to do much other than stand there. You took his silence as a chance to continue, each word hitching on a sob. "I...I know what they say...about me. But I have to Billy. Please believe me."

"Have...to..." he croaked, feeling faint. "You..."

"When I was a child, I was cursed," you breathed, looking down. "I know it's...it sounds ridiculous. But I swear it's true."

Heart pounding, he was still struck speechless. The quiet sweetheart in front of him was capable of such acts of horror most men wouldn't dare venture near. He carried that burden in himself, and it was a weight beyond what he knew the world to be capable of.

"Every month," you continued, your words broken. "I have to kill. I have to end someone's life in order for me to stay living. It's been this way for as long as I can remember. I've only done it to people who were awful." Gesturing to the corpse behind you, your hand trembled. "He beats his wife. And hits his children. And I-" you cut yourself off, a single teardrop like a pearl trailing down your face.

Life as Billy knew it was spiraling out of control. Heartbeat in his throat, he nearly stumbled back. The tornado picked up dust, clattering in his mind as the thoughts he had previously known became blurry. Everything was spinning and swirling until he met your eyes.

Angel eyes. The dust settled, and all time stood still. And then the incredible burden this forced thing must have on you hit him. You had to kill. You had no choice.

He was reminded overwhelmingly of himself.

Without thinking, Billy moved forward, taking your hands in his. You struggled slightly, worried about the blood, but he persisted. In a smooth motion, he brought them to his lips, holding them there for a long while. Nose nudging against your knuckles, Billy looked up at you, his breaths faint. Looking at you had always had such an effect on him. Then, a single word probed his lips and escaped. "Sweetheart."

If he could have cut out his heart and given it to you on a ring he would have. Now you were rushing into his arms, head against his chest as he held you tight. Your voice was muffled against his chest, and he buried his nose in your hair. "I...I was going to stop. Let myself go and never hurt anyone again. But...but then I met you. And I didn't want to die. I don't wanna die Billy..." a soft cry drew from your throat. "I don't want to..."

He shook his head, holding you close. You were his girl. His sweet, innocent girl still, no matter what the world had forced you to do. Now he appreciated beyond everything the fact that you were still good and kind despite the awful thing you were forced to do to stay breathing.

And you did it for him. He was the reason you wished your heart to beat.

Billy pulled back slightly, holding your face in his hands. He leaned down, pressing the softest peck he could manage to your lips, taking his time to caress you gently. You melted in his hands, becoming every good part of the world again.

It was a love as unyielding as all nature, an emotion softer than velvet and firmer than stone. It was everything contrasting and everything the same.

When he pulled back, lips ghosting yours, it lit like a thousand fireflies in his chest. In the black spots in your eyes, still the only dark thing about you, Billy could see it there too. This love was for everything but it existed because of you. It all stemmed from one woman whom he'd hold and protect for all time.

Kissing your brow, Billy let his lips linger there for a moment as he whispered, "Let me take care of the body."

tagging @kellielovesmovies because <3

[jackactuallywrites]

All Seeing, All Knowing, All Loving, Part 10

Warnings: None

Summary: You’re losing your shit a little bit :)

Word Count: 748 (don’t judge me)

You would have thought you’d have been able to sleep better. A dangerous psychopath was now out of your life, your apartment was no longer unsafe, you had brand new locks, and an only slightly useless guard cat.

So why couldn’t you sleep?

At night, you’d toss and turn, much to Soap’s disappointment, with him now choosing more often than not to sleep in his little bed so he wasn’t constantly disturbed by you. When he left, you would just lie there and stare at the flowers above your bed. Week after week, you’d expected there to be signs of rot, mildew, decay, but they simply dried. Was that symbolic? A sign from the universe? Or was the heating in your apartment just on too often? It kept you up at night.

You weren’t the only one to feel a sense of loneliness. You often caught Soap sitting at the door, staring up at the latch as though Ghost would come in any moment. How were you supposed to explain to a cat that someone was bad and wouldn’t be allowed around anymore? The whole situation felt ridiculous.

For someone who wanted to be rid of him, you did check your phone a lot, always on the lookout for mysterious texts and emails. Yet, there was nothing. It was as though he’d dropped off the radar entirely. He’d come into your life out of the blue and disappeared just as easily. Hadn’t that been what you wanted?

Ever so often, you’d retrace your steps, walking along the same alleyways, watching the cameras, but they remained stubbornly still. There were no hairs prickling on the back of your neck every time you walked past a dark alleyway, no ominous feeling of being watched by a demon in the night. Why didn’t that make you happy?

At any rate, you had to do something about the flowers. They weren’t going to wilt, and staring at them all night was making you think too much. Bin. That was the first port of call, toss the dead flowers in the bin and leave them. But you couldn’t. What if this was the last part of Ghost left? He’d mentioned needing a civilian to know if he was dead. Great, now you felt too guilty to throw the flowers away.

When you fiddled with the flowers, trying to figure out what to do with them, one of the petals dropped to the floor, like a leaf in autumn, and with that came your answer.

Slowly and methodically, you splayed the dried flowers out on your kitchen table, taking great care not to snap off any delicate petals. Two dozen tulips. Even desiccated, they were still beautiful. Soap didn’t care for the fact that he was locked in your room while you worked, but you couldn’t risk him breaking or eating any flowers. The real work began then. Ever so carefully, you plucked each individual petal from the flower, gently teasing each one out and then placing it in its own coloured pile, from a lavender-tinged white to a deep, dusky purple. It was quite therapeutic, a quiet playlist on in the background as you worked picking petals, like a child in the garden.

He loves me, he loves me not.

You lost count of the petals too many times to get an accurate answer to that question, but by the end, you had six separate piles, from the lightest shade to the darkest shade, with a heaping pile of petals that were too small or broken to be preserved. Those, you didn’t feel all that guilty about throwing away. The remaining petals were carefully layered in the vase you’d intended to put them in initially, with that lack of care probably being what saved them from moulding.

When each petal had carefully been layered in, a beautiful mosaic of purples, you tied the ribbon around the vase, a finishing touch. Now, you had an elegant reminder of a potentially dead stalker. Perfect. Well, not quite. You knew how you could really round out the macabre display. His ID was still sitting in your wallet. You quickly grabbed it from where you’d left it on the counter, sliding out the plastic card from where it had been neatly tucked away in a slot, then placed it on top of the petals. Now, that was a perfect Ghost shrine.

Yeah, there was definitely something wrong with you. But today wasn't the day to dissect that.

[eternallytxt]

Pretty (wo)Man TEASER

Warnings and Themes: cursing, alcohol consumption, fluff, comedy, some angst, childhood best friends to lovers, rich!reader, socialite!reader, fake dating trope

Words: projected to be 7k ish

Playlist: Trust Fund Baby - Tomorrow x Together, Perfume - NCT DOJAEJUNG, Those Eyes - New West, Diamonds + And Pearls - DPR LIVE, Good Looking - Suki Waterhouse, Don't Let Me Go - Cigarettes After Sex

Summary: Soobin and (Y/N) have been friends since kindergarten. Yes. (Y/N) (L/N), the future inheritor to one of the biggest luxury fashion brands in the world, and Choi Soobin - just Soobin. Now, "just Soobin" is going to be posing as (Y/N)'s fake boyfriend for a celebrity wedding. But first, he needs to look the part (courtesy of his best friend and her daddy's money, of course).

A/N: would you guys believe me if I said I've had this concept in the drafts since I was 15? (yes because I have a wip graveyard)

Anyway, I love cheesy 2000s rom-coms (yes I KNOW Pretty Woman is a 90s movie), so I wanted to write one, and Soobin is very much rom-com male lead coded. Hope you enjoy it!

She’s been a part of my life since I was six.

I remember I was playing in a sand pit at my neighborhood park. The sand was wet, courtesy of the rain the day prior, so it was perfect for packing together sturdy sand castles. I didn’t have to worry about sharing the space since the park happened to be empty. The whole sandbox was my metaphorical oyster. My mom was on a nearby bench, reading her book, and my older sister and brother were playing on the swings. 

I was used to playing by myself growing up. Don't get me wrong! I actually enjoyed being by myself most of the time. I was more of the read-comic-books-alone-at-home type. Plus, I had a huge imagination, so I could entertain myself in a doorless, windowless, toyless room for hours on end.

I had just begun digging a moat for the sand castle (my best one ever, in my humble opinion) when a girl about my age appeared in front of me with her hands clasped behind her back. “I really like your sand castle,” she had said, a sweet grin pushing up rosy cheeks.

The girl looked way too clean for a kid, especially one playing at a muddy old park. Her hair was glossy without a single strand out of place and tied up neatly, topped with a blush pink bow. The sparkly dress she wore was the same color, and so were the flats that adorned her feet. She reminded me a little of my sister when we took our family photos last year.

I frowned a little, then shrugged before continuing to dig. “Isth ok, I guess.” 

You see, I had just lost not one, but both of my front teeth, so I talked with a slight lisp.

 Barely a moment passed when the girl plopped down right next to me, getting sand all over her dress. I stared at her wide-eyed and she stared right back at me with a grin, now showing off her missing two front teeth.

“My name is (Y/N)! Can I play wif you?” I was confused as to why such a princess-ey-looking girl wanted to play in the dirty sand. All my sister wanted to do was play with her Barbies, nowhere near dirt. But I was a pretty chill kid, so I shrugged my scrawny shoulders again and replied, “Sure. My name is Soobin.”

We played for what seemed like forever in that sandbox. At one point, I noticed an equally polished-looking man in a suit speaking to my mom on the bench. (Y/N) told me that that was her  “assistant, Seunghyun.” I didn't know what that meant at the time. Neither of us knew what it meant that (Y/N) was an heiress, either, but it was apparently very important.

After that day at the park, my mom organized play dates with (Y/N) through Seunghyun, and she soon became my best friend. For the most part, I went over to her extremely large house. I met her mom and dad, who both dressed a lot fancier than my mom and dad.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) was the heiress to the multibillion dollar fashion conglomerate, CROWN. They weren't clothes that my family could afford at all, but people that were famous and extremely wealthy could wear once and throw away. Of course, our five and six-year-old minds didn't really understand just how important that was, nor did we really care. All we really cared about was playing and doing things best friends did together.

19 years passed (yes, nineteen) and our friendship never faltered. We both watched each other go through different phases (including my secret crush on her when I was 15, but we don’t need to talk about that). We had fights of course – never anything too serious, but they still happened. They typically always ended with me going to reconcile almost immediately after, but (Y/N) beating me to it with a phone call, wailing and crying about how much she missed me already. She was secretly very sensitive. 

As I grew older, I began to have this nagging feeling that (Y/N)’s parents didn't approve of our friendship. After all, she was extremely rich and important. I was just….Choi Soobin. Normal, not rich Choi Soobin. (Y/N), of course, knew of my anxieties, and was always quick to reassure me. “Soobin, we've been best friends since we were kids. Do you really think that I care if my parents don't like you? I like you, and that's all that matters!”

I was now 25 and (Y/N) was soon to be turning 24. I’ve since moved out of my family's apartment and into my own shortly after college. (Y/N) had also moved out, but into an expensive penthouse. The major difference was that I made just enough for rent and the bills, while (Y/N)’s penthouse was covered by her parents. She tried to beg for something smaller (and further away), but “the heir to a multibillion-dollar business isn’t going to live in a little shanty”, so that was the end of that argument. Instead, she became my non-roomate roommate. Weekends I wasn’t caught up with overtime work and (Y/N) with a photoshoot or party were spent on my couch with a popcorn bucket, fast food, and whatever shows we were feeling that day.

That's where I was today, sitting in my tiny Seoul apartment with (Y/N), watching the first episode of a new slice-of-life anime on Netflix. My head was in (Y/N)’s lap, fingers absentmindedly playing with freshly washed hair as my abnormally long legs hung over the other arm of the tiny two-seater. A perfectly normal way for best friends to hang out.

Her ministrations suddenly came to a halt. “Hey, Soob?”

I looked up and saw (Y/N)’s glowing colors flickering across her features, her eyes still glued to the TV screen.  “What's up?” 

She finally looked down at me and, when she saw my eyes on her, a small grin grew on her face.

“My cousin is getting married and I'm in the wedding party, so I need a date. You wanna pretend to be my boyfriend?”

Pause…WHAT?

coming soon

[lookninjas]

Pick a SPOOKY Song (with only a bad description!)

It's been a while since I've done this, so hopefully my bad descriptions aren't that terrible.

Same rules as always. Pick a song that appeals to you based on my really bad descriptions. Some of the songs you might be able to guess what they are, others probably not so much. If you want to know what a song is and don't want to wait a week, send me an ask and I will tell you!

At the end of a week, I will take the poll results and make a playlist in that order, from the song that gets the least votes to the song that gets the most votes. Should there be ties, then I'll pick the order of those songs, but I always kind of feel like that defeats the purpose of having the poll in the first place, so please please reblog this poll. I know trying to get proper sample size on social media isn't gonna happen, and that's fine. I just don't want to have another six-way tie situation.

If you would like to be notified when the playlist is posted, please leave a comment or put it in the tags -- I will keep a list so I can @ you when the time is right.

Playlist will be posted in a week, which works out brilliantly because that's Halloween.

And that's it! See you guys in a week! (except not because I'll reblog it a few times; I always do.)

[lovehotelreservation]

Thighs of Heaven - Warm Welcome

Summary: You left without a word all those years ago, and yet here you were, hoping you would be taken back.

Needless to say, they would take you over and over.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Abbacchio/Buccellati/Giorno/F!Reader/Mista/Fugo/Narancia

Hello 🙇‍♀️

It's been a while and I hope you've been well 🫂

I took a walk down memory lane and this piece came forth as a result 🙏

Thank you so much for the love and support you've shown this collection all these years 🥹💖

As always, I hope you enjoy 🤲💞

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How long has it been since you were last in this building?

Out in the countryside not too far from Naples, there was a villa–a restored structure maintained across the decades since it was first constructed during an era long past. At first glance, there wasn’t anything that made the building too uncommon from other houses and properties within the area. Though, what did help the villa stand out was the humble field of tomatoes and grapes that was located towards the back of the house–an inheritance from the previous owner, a beloved local producer of pasta sauces and artisan wines.

There was a time when you saw this building as home, as sanctuary.

At once, you were all smiles and mirth as you stepped forward within the villa’s halls, surrounded by the six men who you swore to remain loyal to until your last breath.

Now, you were sullen and silent while you were led forward alone, save for the man who walked by your side, one arm curled behind your waist while long and calloused fingers were clasped around your wrist.

It wasn’t even a brutishly painful grip either.

If you tried with all your might, you could break away and take off running.

But you already knew you wouldn’t make it far. The moment you were escorted through the front door just a moment ago was you stepping right back into your cage. 

After all, there was simply no way that Buccellati would ever let you leave this house again.

And the same could certainly be said for the others as well.

As the two of you passed along the current chaotic mix of decor between priceless paintings that were carefully set upon the wall and holiday decorations that were most definitely strung up by clumsy and bickering hands, you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until you would be reuniting with your former famiglia.

By the sounds of holiday music and the familiar lively and raucous back and forths coming from the living room, you took in a deep breath as you were guided inside.

“Oi, oi where’d you disappear off to, Buccellati–?!”

As quick as his head snapped to face the living room entryway, Narancia went from grinning jovially with a mouthful of panettone to his jaw and his cake piece dropping in absolute shock.

Similarly, a glass of scotch shattered and spilled onto the marble floor below, Abbacchio just barely catching himself from allowing the rest of his bottle pouring needlessly in waste as he stared at you with widened eyes.

At a loss for words, Fugo could only stumble his way over to the speaker system to shut off Narancia’s holiday music playlist, needing and demanding immediate silence as he took in the current situation.

Once being reclined in pure and utter relaxation on a sofa chair, Mista jolted up onto his feet the moment he caught sight of your face, taking a step forward before freezing in place, unsure of how to react.

You lowered your head, casting your gaze to the floor.

With everyone dressed in their loungewear at that too, witnessing their reactions and the abrupt shift in atmosphere only deepened a sense of shame within you, a guilt for intruding a place you didn’t belong to anymore. 

All eyes were on you.

Except for the man who currently had his back towards you as he gazed out the grand arched window that looked out towards the tomato and grape fields, long and golden blonde locks tied into a loose braid, his house robe regal and rich. Just seeing his silhouette and the way he stood alone, he looked and carried himself more and more to be the Don that Passione so desperately needed.

He did not look back, even as he heard yours and Buccellati’s footsteps move closer to the center of the room.

“While you all were marveling at your presents, I found our former comrade wandering around the outskirts of the villa,” Buccellati remarked as his gaze met each of his companions, never once loosening his grip on you.

Typically, a remark like this would’ve drawn the ire of an easily stoked Narancia, but no one dared or could bring themselves to speak.

Silence hung heavily in the air, save for the crackling flames of the roaring fireplace, each second spent with nary a word from any of the men furthering the tension that was wracking through your body.

Up until one voice and one word caught hold of your attention.

“Amore.”

By instinct, you lifted your head, even as your chest tightened while your heart fluttered.

It had been years since you heard his voice call out to you with that affectionate term, but despite how conflicted and tense you felt to stand in this very room, you finally found it within yourself to speak at last.

“Yes, Giorno?”

And then, at last, the man by the window turned around to face you fully. While you were relieved to see that there was no look of anger or disgust on his features, you could not fully be at ease as he proceeded to make his way over to where you stood.

“No other gift can compare to what I–to what we see before us at this very moment,” he began, his turquoise eyes boring right into yours while he gestured towards you with his hands.

It was only when he was mere inches apart from you that Buccellati finally relinquished his hold on your waist and wrist.

You dared to not even shrink away, however. This was a test, after all–a test on your motives for daring to show your face after what happened between you and the six all those years ago.

Your physical freedom was short-lived however, as you soon found your face being cupped by Giorno’s soft warm hands. Similar to Buccellati, while he cradled you gently, he imposed an aura that you knew would be inescapable should you even think to flee.

“The day you left Passione, left us…,” he continued, the thoughtful look on his features dropping to one of morose as he dredged forth those memories. “...not even mercy from God could salve the heartbreak we all felt.”

He proceeded to look around the room, making eye contact with the others like Buccellati did as he sighed, “I don’t think any of us truly recovered from your departure.”

“Hmph even as you tried to poison us all in one go,” was Abbacchio’s grumble, his arms folded across his chest while his eyes narrowed towards your direction.

Were it not for Giorno’s hands, you would have lowered your head in shame.

With another member breaking the silence–Abbacchio at that too–Narancia felt more confident in speaking up, even as his voice shook ever so at this chance to finally speak to you directly again. “Doing that even knowing you were up against us–you must have loved your famiglia, huh?”

“A famiglia that turned its back on you and had since fought within itself until its recent collapse.”

Your hands swiftly curled into fists at Buccellati’s words, a painful storm of memories rushing through your mind, from having allies that you were willing to double-cross the country’s most feared famiglia for only to be cruelly cast aside after failing to get rid of Passione’s highest ranking members to watching your former home succumb to a fiery storm of betrayal and vengeance.

By the gasp of everyone aside from Giorno, it seemed as though only he and Buccellati were aware of this transpiring–it was always those two who had their ear to the ground on these sorts of things. 

“When I received the report, I knew it was only a matter of time until our paths crossed again, tesoro, whether we went hunting for you, or well…this,” Buccellati elaborated, his composed tone implying that perhaps him finding you was less on coincidence and more on expectation.

He knew you too well. They all did.

“And so the stray comes crawling back.” Harsh as his words may have been, the way that Abbacchio continued to look at you was stained more with heartbreak than hatred.

Mista immediately jumped in to speak. “But it’s not like we’re any angels here either, as you know damn well, right bella?” A grin formed on his lips as soon as you faced him, having longed to take in your beauty again after so long.

“It would be hypocritical for us to say otherwise.” Your heart ached hearing the quivered breath of Fugo. While you witnessed firsthand his renewed loyalty to Passione, you knew how much that his initial departure from the group was like that of a shameful scar from his perspective.

“Yeah! Yeah! Exactly! We’re not the church but we’ll forgive you over and over!” Narancia cried out, a plea for you to look at him as well. Once your eyes met his–now lining with tears–he begged, “Just don’t leave us again!!!”

It was at this very moment that you felt Giorno’s thumbs run over your cheeks in a delicate caress, prompting your attention to return towards him once again.

“Just looking at you, I know exactly why you are here, amore. Tell us, would you yourself prefer to demonstrate your renewed loyalty on your own–”

One hand relinquished its hold on your cheek to instead cup your chin, gripping it firmly as his turquoise irises–now darkened–stared right into yours. His tone low, he murmured,

“--or would you rather that we reform you as we see fit?”

You gulped, your chest tight but the pit of your belly warm. Your answer was simple but one that was difficult to voice out. However, as you found yourself once again at the center of attention and desire for these six men, you declared,

“...Both.”

The mood in the room shifted once again.

“You always were such a greedy one,” was the last chuckle that Giorno let out before he proceeded to smother his lips onto yours.

The others needed no further prompt to leap right onto you.

A tempest of lips and hands descended upon you, making quick work of your clothes and reclaiming your body for their possession by bites and nips to your skin.

Just before, you stood before them all to plead your request to be accepted by them once more. Now, you were knelt in the center of all of them in fealty, offering your apologies with parted lips and stroking fingers. No matter which hand was guiding your head or tugging at your hair, you kept your mouth open wide to gratefully take in their cocks, pre-cum being smeared against your cheeks while your palm weighed and massaged their balls.

When you first sought to complete your mission to eliminate the six as assigned to you by your previous famiglia, you prepared yourself to do whatever it took to get in their good graces, even if it meant going to bed with whoever.

But with the pleasure and the love demonstrated to you over and over across the time spent with them all, you could still feel their phantom touch throughout the years that followed after your betrayal.

Now you were grateful to be together with the six once again. With you right in the center of them all, you had finally returned to your proper place, regardless of whichever position they had you take.

“Shit, how’d you get even tighter since we last saw you, bella? Guess we’ll have to work on loosening you up more, yeah?” While Mista’s tone was light, you knew this was nothing short of a promise while he was kneeling before you, squeezing your thighs while his cock hammered into your core at a tremendous pace.

“I hope you haven’t been fucking other men while you were away! Because we’ll definitely find them and teach a lesson on respecting other people’s belongings!” Narancia huffed as he continued to straddle your chest, his hands gripping your breasts while he slid his dick right in-between them.

Having situated himself by your head, Fugo had a handful of your hair while you had a mouthful of his balls. While he eagerly looked forward to coating your face with his cum, he hissed out, “For now, you must be punished.”

Mista, Narancia, and Fugo. The three who would do whatever it took to bring a smile to your face, whether it was gifting you anything you desired or eliminating any fool who dared to look at you wrong.

By contrast, however–

“Are we too forgiving or too foolish?”

His hands cradling your hips–his grip much tighter compared to when he was escorting you inside–Buccellati posed his question out loud with an amused timber while he remained beneath your body, having you bounce up and down the long length of his cock.

“It’s both.” 

Snarling lowly, Abbacchio continued on with making a mess of your shoulder blades with messy kisses, a streak of black lipstick along your skin all while he plunged his dick deep into your ass.

“I guess it’s what happens when you’re so helplessly in love,” Buccellati chuckled while he gazed at you adoringly, his heart full from this blessed chance to see you gorgeously writhe in pleasure once again.

As you remained on your hands and knees, you kept your eyes looking up towards the looming figure who stood before you, the same one whose cock was currently stuffed right into your mouth.

Admiring the look of debauched obedience on your face in contrast to the affectionate expression on his features, Giorno stroked your hair fondly while he glided the full length of his cock in and out your mouth.

His other hand returned to your face, by which he was fond of the feeling and sight of his tip pushing against your cheek from within.

Sighing out with bliss, he mused, “We’ll take you over and over, we’ll take you back over and over.”

Marveling at your current disarray–your cheeks stained, your eyes yearning, your submissive form–he continued, “Because you could run to any place in the world but we’ll be there to bring you back to where you belong by any means necessary, amore.”

Buccellati, Abbacchio, Giorno. The three who would tear the world apart for you, whether at your wish or if doing so would bring you back.

And as all three soon released inside of you, it did not take much longer for you to be passed onto the next man. Regardless of who it was, you were happy to offer your lips for kisses, the space between your legs for nestling, and your heart for affection.

It had been far too long since you were last in this house, and all six would make sure to make up for all the time lost.

After all, they would never let you leave them ever again.

[chaos0pikachu]

Trends in BL (Sorta): Genre Trends

So I've seen a few posts discussing trends in BL and I wanted to talk about that from a different angle. Specifically discussing what trends are, how they're formed, and to not remove BL from the rest of their countries own media.

The latter is something I see a lot when discussing BL this kind've ~separation of church and state~ but it's BL and Country's General Media. As though BL lives in a separate bubble outside of all other media and thus never influenced by the media being made in its country of origin nor the countries they share direct borders or trade with. Or all influence began and ended with seme/uke dynamics imported from Japan and nothing beyond that (no, Pit Babe was more than likely not inspired by Supernatural) and it's been static ever since.

All of that is, untrue, but also a really limited way of viewing international media. These countries are places with their own history, culture, politics, and of course, media arts. BL is a part of all of that. Which also effects the trends and potential trends we'll see in BL individually (as it's going to change country to country with some crossover).

I think a way of identifying trends in BL and also the root of those trends is by looking at the media of the country of origin their surrounding countries, and what BLs have unprecedented success and what has the industry learned from them?

So I'm gonna break this down by: genre, technical and business trend(s) in 3 part posts. In this post I'm just going to talk about genre trends in Thai and Korean BL as that's what I'm most familiar with.

Basically this post got hella long, I'm not in college anymore, and my motivation was tied to the length of my Jennifer Hudson Best Of playlist. So I had to split it up, es lo que es.

[This will not be a comprehensive list of like all BL trends ever respect to y'all who do but I do not and will not watch every BL in existence, bendicion]

To start we gotta talk first about how trends in media tend to work and also what we mean by "trends". Because there's genre trends, technical trends, and business trends.

Here's a good article breaking down various aspects of all three. When we talk "trends" in film it's not as simplistic as "office romances" or "cross country remakes" of which, one is a genre trend and the latter a business trend.

Some examples of what I mean:

Shared Universe (genre trend)

3d boom (technical trend, trended a few times in the industry, first in the 1950s until the 1960s and then again in the early 2000s until the mid 00s thanks to James Cameron)

Remakes/Reboots (business trend, this is a business based decision b/c the risk threshold for a pre-established work is lower than for an original work that may or may not have financial data backing it)

Trends in media, whether they are genre, business, technical or a combination, tend to take time to build up, and also tend last much longer than a singular year (generally for as long as something is profitable).

Example: it took time for the Shared Universe genre trend to gain traction.

Batman v Superman (2016) wasn't released until five years after Avengers (2012). Following this, The Mummy (2017) starring Tom Cruise was meant to kickstart Universal's The Dark Universe was released six years after Avengers. Before that Dracula Untold (2014) was supposed to be reworked to also start The Dark Universe (both these films flopped so no Dark Universe, rip).

Since the Avengers release, we have the shared universes of: Monsterverse (which combines Godzilla and Kong franchises together, technically started in 2014, officially started in 2017 with Kong Skull Island), and the Sony Spiderverse (Venom, Spider-man, Madam Web, Mobius lol) and The Conjuring Universe (Annabelle, La Llorona, The Conjuring, The Nun).

It's been almost 12 years since Avengers was released (fuckin'a) and we're only now starting to see some minor diminishing returns (Disney had a horrid year financially last year) for this genre trend, and not even across the board.

I want to iterate that Avengers did not 'invent' the idea of a cross-franchise shared universe. Things like Xena and Hercules, or Hanna Barbara cartoons existed long before the Avengers. However the Avengers kickstarted a genre trend in film. Just because a piece of media started a trend does not mean it invented the genre or technical innovation (James Cameron didn't "invent" 3D but he did revolutionize it with Avatar and I suffered through many 3D horror movies because of it).

[I point this out because sometimes ppl be getting testy when ppl say kinnporsche influenced the increase in mafia/crime BLs with well, um, actually history trapped/manner of death came first - yes, yes we know this. And Bi No Isu came out before all of them so everybody drink some tea and relax, everybody's faves are pretty okay😘]

Okay to let's get to what ppl actually wanna talk about, BL.

(Some) Genre trend(s) in Thailand and Korea:

In Thai BL genre trends I'm noticing are: horror, supernatural, paranormal, action crime, and magic/magical realism. A lot of these crossover, horror shows typically are also paranormal - Ghost House Ghost House (2022), After Sundown (2023) - supernatural shows tend to cross over with magical realism like time travel, or other soft magic elements - Time (2024), I Feel You Linger in the Air (2023), Cherry Magic (2023).

For the horror, supernatural/paranormal genre trend, this isn't at all surprising if you look at Thailand's recent film output from 2020 to 2023: The Medium, The Whole Truth, Ghost Lab, Haunted Tales, Cracked, Death Whisperer, Home for Rent, The Maid, Waning Moon, School Tales, and others, are all horror, paranormal, or supernatural films of some sort.

The horror genre trend especially has been around Thailand for a while, as far back as 2018 with the smash success of Girl from Nowhere which only gained a larger following when it hit Netflix in 2021. I'd almost argue the horror genre trend really picked up with Girl From Nowhere as now one of the main acquisitions of Thai series and film on Netflix are of the horror genre.

That larger media trend is now trickling down into BL with series like: Shadow (2023), After Sundown (2023), Dead Friend Forever (2023) and upcoming projects like Vampire Project.

While supernatural/paranormal series like Ghost House Ghost House (2022), 1000 Years Old (2024), I Feel You Linger in the Air (2023), Two Worlds (2024), Golden Blood (2024?) are increasing. OMG! Vampire (TBD?) will at least be supernatural but we can't say with certainty if OMGV will be horror or not as we only have a poster.

I imagine with the success of Dead Friend Forever, and I Feel You Linger in the Air we'll see the trend of horror and supernatural/paranormal series (I know some have already been announced) continued.

Then there's the genre trend towards more action and crime focused series; which more than often crossover but not all~ the time.

In terms of the increase in crime based Thai BLs I'd argue it was a joint combo of Kinnporsche's (2022) wild skyrocketed success, and the success of Manner of Death (2020). Alongside the influence of rise of crime and thrillers from Korean media (The Gangster, the Cop and the Devil (2019) and Unstoppable (2018))

Manner of Death I'd argue influenced projects like Never Let Me Go (2022), Unforgotten Night (2022), and Big Dragon (2022) if only because of their release times and taking into account the time it takes for a production to film and be edited down.

Whilst all these series came out after Kinnporsche - NLMG released a trailer in Nov, Big Dragon in Oct, and Unforgotten Night in Jun, while Kinnporsche dropped their trailer in Apr - they're series releases are so close to Kinnporsche that I don't feel confident in saying Kinnporsche 100% influenced their acquisition. Ngl it's hard not to see influences of KPTS in at least Big Dragon & Unforgotten Night if only in terms of technical film making, so there could~ be influence but I can't say that definitively. I'm gonna attribute these to Manner of Death since it came out two years prior to these other series.

Meanwhile series both released and unreleased My Gangster Oppa (2023), Red Peafowl (TBD?), Chains of Heart (2023), Kidnap (TBD?), are def riding the crime genre trend that Kinnporsche started and I'd argue series like Pit Babe (2023), Playboyy (2023) were acquired for production in part because of the crime elements included in their respective series.

Meanwhile series like Law of Attraction (2023) (crime/action) and The Sign (2023) (crime/action/supernatural) are combining crime, action and supernatural elements together.

I've said before Kinnporsche takes a lot of cues from Korean and Hong Kong crime films like Jet Li's The Enforcer, and Fist of Legend, Donnie Yen's Flash Point, Raging Fire, and Kung Fu Jungle, Han Dong-wook's The Worst of Evil, Kim Jin-Min's My Name, along with Japanese manga like Bi No Isu and KeixYaku.

Meanwhile The Sign is def taking cues from Chinese costume dramas like Ashes of Love, Fairy and Devil, White Snake (and it's many adaptions), Guardian, & Ying Yang Master Dream of Eternity. Alongside Hong Kong and Korean cop and romance shows like Tale of the Nine-Tailed, Hotel Del Luna, Director Who Buys Me Dinner, First Love, Again.

[I think the only reason Thailand or Korea hasn't jumped on the full fantasy train and pulled an Untamed is because of budget. The Sign has done very well for Idol Factory so I could see more studios trying to go in that fantasy direction if they can get the funding for it.]

Meanwhile shows like Time (2024), Two Worlds (2024), and Cherry Magic (2023) are leaning more into a combination of magical realism and a supernatural. Which is something that's been popular in Korea (Mr. Queen (2020), The King Eternal Monarch (2020)) in the past and obviously Japan (Cherry Magic (2020).

This, again, isn't a fully comprehensive list. I'm sure there's shows I've missed, and there's going to be evergreen genres that are always produced - university, high school, office all with a general romcom flavor - because they're cheap, easy, low risk and for the most part reliable.

That's not an insult to shows like Cherry Magic TH, or Middleman's Love or Cooking Crush or whatever.

Cooking Crush is just going to cost way less than The Sign it's simply a fact. Likewise Middleman's Love cost less than The Next Prince (TBD?) and was less risk as an office romcom. What helps offset the risk of something like The Next Prince is casting Zee and NuNew in the lead roles.

[watch these two trailers and tell me they cost the same]

Think of it of like, the 50 cop procedural dramas networks are always churning out; they do so because they're cheap, easy, low risk, and reliable.

Gmmtv made Cherry Magic not for the art of it all but because it was low risk and low cost to produce with a high value return. I imagine that's also why gmmtv cast Tay and New because while I don't know who the hell they are, lots of folks in BL fandom do because of Dark Blue Kiss and the reuniting of a well liked costars will also help offset financial risk for the project. Studios will often only greenlight a project if "a name" is attached to said project.

Anyways, Korea's turn.

The data for Korea is less because Korea comes out with fewer series than Thailand. Like currently Thailand has 9 ongoing BLs in 2024 while Korea has 1 (oh City Boy Log you lonely thing you).

For Korean BLs I'm still seeing mostly evergreen genre trends: the workplace (The New Employee, Oh! My Assistant, Roommates of Ponngduck 304,), high school/university (Light On Me, Cherry Blossoms After Winter, Semantic Error, Love Class, Love for Love's Sake) and Joseon (Nobleman Ryu's Wedding, Tinted With You, Director Who Buys Me Dinner) romances - which make sense, a lot of these were the trends of romance kdramas in the early to mid-00s.

What I am hoping, is we'll start seeing the acquisition of KBLs that are closer to what's currently trending in Korea: revenge (Revenge of Others, The Glory, Marry My Husband, Perfect Marriage Revenge), thrillers (My Name, Midnight, Somebody, Celebrity, Mask Girl), more class based social commentary (Devil Judge, Golden Spoon, Vigilante, Kingdom), and an increase in both sex and violence (Somebody, A Shop for Killers).

I could totally see more revenge based KBLs in the coming years since revenge and thriller shows can be combined pretty easily and you don't need a huge budget for either. You can also set them in evergreen settings like the workplace (Marry My Husband) or high school/uni (Revenge of Others).

KBLs have mostly stuck with evergreen settings with a couple outliers like Kissable Lips (2022), Once Again (2022) for example. I enjoyed Love for Love's Sake but it stuck in that evergreen space of school based romance, with magical realism. Again, not surprising given KBLs are just following trends of romance kdramas of the past.

Whilst not a bad~~~ thing, it can be a bit stale and hopefully with a bit more budget/investment we'll see the acquisition of series that are more in line with what's trending with Korean audiences currently.

There's other things I'd like to see develop into trends for KBLs but they're mostly technical and business trends.

That's all I got in the tank, this post took me almost six hours to write b/c of all the sourcing and research I'm freaking peeked.

See y'all next time ✌️

Check out other posts in the series:

Film Making? In My BL? - The Sign ep01 Edition | Aspect Ratio in Love for Love's Sake | Cinematography in My BL - Our Skyy2 vs kinnporsche, 2gether vs semantic error, 1000 Stars vs The Sign | How The Sign Uses CGI | Is BL Being Overly Influenced by Modern Western Romance Tropes?

[like these posts? drop me a couple pennies on ko-fi]

[kyouka-supremacy]

Hii Kyotag how Is your day/night going?

Here to ask you about your top 5 artists and songs this year yay!

Hiiiii Lazu I'm good!!! Thank you for the ask 💞💞💞

Top 5 artists:

1. Neru I just adore Neru! Neru my beloved. I know they haven't been very active recently, but that doesn't mean I've been listening to their songs any less. Their music feels so raw and genuine, like they woul never sugarcoat the cruelty of reality. Their dark lyrics are very cathartic, and I feel like they always leave open space to be okay despite, you know? And I love the rock aspect of their music! This was also the year I found out Neru has been suffering severe problems to their health, and their Twitter messages really touched me, I hope they get better soon, I wish them all the best! Their music really touches me and helps me get through the day :)

2. PinocchioP PinocchioP my beloved! Really love the unique way they tune Miku, you can immediately recognize their tuning. And their music is great! Been listening to their META album this year. God-ish is lots of fun, but I especially love Common World Domination, it's the kind of song that whenever it comes around in shuffle I have to relisten ten times before being able to move on (≧▽≦)

3. Iroha Well, they've made my favourite song ever Meltdown, so they can't not make it to the list, you know. Rin is far from being my favourite voicebank (despite probably being my favourite Vocaloid character), but I love how Iroha tunes their voicebank. Moon is another great song with wonderful tuning.

4. Ryo I feel like I've listened to them a little less than the past years, but still incredibly solid music. From Melt to Odds&Ends, banger after banger after banger, there's not a single song of their discography I don't like.

5. Cö shu Nie Well, to be fair I don't listen about them *that* much (in all honesty, I've just been going through the same 1229 songs long vocaloid playlist in the last six months or so), but they've been my favourite band in the past years, so I feel like they deserve to be mentioned. I love their t/pn and p/p endings with everything I've got. Lamp is another morning alarm I have and, now that I think about it, the background music on this blog's desktop theme, too.

Top 5 songs: (I already did top 5 songs I've listened to this year, so let's see just current top 5 songs overall)

1. Meltdown by Iroha ft. Kagamine Rin Remember when someone asked my favourite song was and I spent 2k words talking about this song? Lol. Still first place. Found out a nice Rose cover this year, and got a bit more acquainted with the Divela remix (the cosMo Hard-R.K.mix is still my favourite tho).

2. Melt by Ryo ft. Hatsune Miku This song is just <3 Makes me happy. Life is beautiful. It's so spontaneous and cute! I love this Meiko cover too.

3. Bitter Choco Decoration by syudou ft. Hatsune Miku Append (Soft) Hhhhhhhh this song is so good. The eerie vibes are addicting. Seriously threatening to climb higher.

3. Patchwork Staccato by Toa ft. Hatsune Miku Append (Soft) Tied with Bitter Choco. I love this song so much it's so melancholic... I love me a song that is a little cruel. I really like the sewing synbolism and unrequited love themes, reminds me of Akutagawa. Super nice music and interesting instrumentals. Miku appends are fun to play with!

5. I can't pick............ There's so much more vocaloid music I could talk about......... Let's say a symbolic How To World Domination by Neru ft. Kagamine Rin Append (Power), Kagamine Len Append (Power) that goes to represent Neru's whole discography. But please don't forget Tokyo Teddy Bear (and specifically the live edition from this Project Diva collection) and Lost One's Weeping and Abstract Nonsense (again, just go listen to their World Domination album).

Ask me about music?

[dweemeister]

2024 Movie Odyssey Award for Best Original Song preliminary round results

TAGGING (observers, participants, and non-participants):

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Hello everyone,

First of all, thank you for your patience! If you are tagged in this, that is because you were invited to participate in the 2024 Movie Odyssey Award for Best Original Song's (MOABOS XI) preliminary round. Whether or not you were able to participate, thank you for your consideration. For all participants, I hope you found the prelim round a blast of musical and movie variety! I hope it entertained, and I hope you learned something. The post for the final round will be sent later today. For newcomers: the final uses a different tabulation than what we used here for the preliminary. That will be explained soon.

2023's edition of MOAOBS's prelims was easily the most dramatic prelim round we had ever seen. Last-hour comebacks, wild swings of points, and the use of multiple tiebreakers all made my head spin last year while calculating stuff. This year? With a lack of big-name songs in the prelim, I don't think there were prohibitive favorites on paper. And as such, there were no seismic upsets this time around. But both groups remained mostly in the balance in the final hours, even though a top two or three songs had broken away from the pack and a song or two at the bottom just didn't show enough signs of life throughout. It was more straightforward

A record-tying 44 people cast their rankings in the MOABOS preliminary round (this is the same exact number of people from the previous year's prelim – which I am okay with because there were more logistical hurdles from more people this year). Five people including myself and my sister did both groups; those three others have been doing MOABOS since or near the beginning and were chosen for their length of MOABOS participation and general timeliness. Two other people were offered the chance to participate in both groups, but settled to do just their original assigned groups.

There's been a curious development in recent years, however. In both MOABOS IX (2021) and XI (2023), the total participants decreased in the final round as opposed to the preliminary. My fingers are crossed that this doesn't repeat itself again.

What follows are the results from both groups. Your first choices received 10 points, second choices 9 points, third choices 8 points, etc. Eleventh and twelfth place rankings garnered 0 points. The top six from each group advanced to the final. Unlike in previous years where I reserved the power to take 0-2 songs that finished outside the automatic qualifiers, there are no such wild cards this year.

TIEBREAKERS

If two or more songs tied on points, the tie was broken based on the following:

total of #1 votes received

determining which song(s) ranked higher on more ballots compared to the other(s)

average placement on my and my sister's ballot

tie declared

There are no benefits or built-in advantages for the final round for any song that "wins" or finished higher in their preliminary group. As long as that song finished top six in its group, placement does not matter. The only goal was to finish top six and advance.

The below is formatted: "Song title", film title (total points) / first-place votes. 

GROUP A (25 participants; playlist)

“Belleville Rendez-vous”, The Triplets of Belleville (177) / 5

“Amor de Gitano (The Love of a Gypsy)”, The Loves of Carmen (135) / 1

“Something's Gotta Give”, Daddy Long Legs (132) / 4

“A Million Miles Away”, Mars Express (123) / 4

“Goodbye Girl”, The Goodbye Girl (123) / 1

“You Are My Lucky Star”, Broadway Melody of 1936 (115) / 1

“Dam Bhar Jo Udhar Munh Phere”, Awaara (109) / 2

“Camp Isn't Home”, Theater Camp (107) / 2

“El Dorado”, El Dorado (96) / 1

“Puppet on a String”, Girl Happy (96) / 1

“Broadway Rhythm”, Broadway Melody of 1936 (75) / 1

“Game of Death” (Mandarin version), Game of Death (74) / 2

For the first time since the MOABOS VI (2018) Final, every single song in either a prelim or a final round received at least one #1 vote. And similarly to another preliminary group last year, a French-language song ran away with proceedings here. The Academy Award-nominated "Belleville Rendez-vous" (even though it's twenty years on, I'm still pleasantly surprised the Academy nominated The Triplets of Belleville for anything) ran away with it. But can "Belleville Rendez-vous" weather the onslaught from Group B's qualifiers and the automatic final qualifiers? We shall see.

"Amor de Gitano", "Something's Gotta Give", and "Goodbye Girl" were comfortably in the next few spots for almost all of the preliminary. "Goodbye Girl" enjoyed a hot start to the prelim, but lost significant momentum in the final hours – dropping from 2nd to 5th after multiple low placements on the final ballots. Nevertheless, I'm glad that Rita Hayworth's first MOABOS since MOABOS V (2017) - "I'm Old Fashioned" from You Were Never Lovelier (1942) – has gone much better than her previous appearances. And here's another MOABOS V connection, and he's also connected to "I'm Old Fashioned", too. Since MOABOS V, poor Fred Astaire has been on the receiving end of multiple preliminary round eliminations and hasn't seen the final since a 9th place finish for "Bonjour, Paris!" from Funny Face (1957). It's what happens when I watch all those Fred and Ginger movies before the blog was created, I suppose.

In the final hours, 6th place kept changing hands between "Camp Isn't Home", "Dam Bhar Jo Udhar Munh Phere", and "You Are My Lucky Star". "You Are My Lucky Star" spent the least amount of time in 6th, even spending a spell down around 10th for much of last week. But some healthy placements in the final week helped push it past its rivals. "Dam Bhar Jo Udhar Munh Phere" even getting within a few hairs of the final is evidence that many of you have taken MOABOS seriously, and have shown yourselves to be open to musical styles you are not familiar with. "Camp Isn't Home" was easily the most divisive song in Group A, eliciting strong reactions both ways and sharp disagreements in the comments about its worthiness (or unworthiness, as some wrote).

And for much of this prelim, "El Dorado" was – shockingly at least to me – bringing up the rear for most of the last few weeks. But it finished very strong, rallying from what looked like a bottom-table finish to almost coming within striking distance of the top six. The best song from Girl Happy also was knocked out. But hey, if we know anything about MOABOS, it's that Elvis will be back. Most likely next year. Goodness knows I've got twenty Elvis narrative features or so left to watch.

GROUP B (23 participants; playlist)

“Giấc Mơ (Dream)”, Before Sex (147) / 4

“Même plus l’amour”, Mars Express (136) / 6

“Tere Bina Aag Ye Chandni”, Awaara (135) / 2

“Aren't You Glad You're You?”, The Bells of St. Mary's (128) / 1

“Game of Death” (Cantonese), Game of Death (119) / 1

“I've Been Kissed Before”, Affair in Trinidad (110.5) / 3.5

“Wave-a-Stick Blues”, Ozzie Nelson & His Orchestra (103) / 1

“I've Got a Feelin' You're Foolin'”, Broadway Melody of 1936 (101.5) / 1.5

“Sing Before Breakfast”, Broadway Melody of 1936 (100) / 1

“River Song”, Tom Sawyer (96) / 2

“Girl Happy”, Girl Happy (73) / 0

“Farewell Amanda”, Adam's Rib (65) / 0

Much more parity in Group B, although the top two here were never really threatened with falling outside the top six for the duration of the prelim. At various points, all of the songs that eventually finished up 3rd-10th filtered in and out of the top six, with "I've Got a Feelin' You're Foolin'" probably spending the least amount of time within the top six.  The-half point and the half #1 votes come from yours truly. Yes, you can indicate a tie on your rankings if you wish and I will calculate accordingly!

The big fantastical setpiece from Awaara ensures that Raj Kapoor's seminal 1951 classic Bollywood work will be represented in the final. It joins several other non-English language songs here, with "Giấc Mơ" in Vietnamese, "Même plus l’amour" in French (and ensuring Mars Express gets both their songs in), and the original "Game of Death" in Cantonese. Taken all together, English, Cantonese, French, Hindi, Spanish, and Vietnamese songs all advance to the final. An additional language that has not appeared yet at MOABOS will make seven in total – surpassing the linguistic record for a MOABOS final set last year (6).

Rita Hayworth also goes two-for-two this year in the MOABOS prelim. Do her songs cancel the other out in the final?

Among the eliminated in Group B are both Broadway Melody of 1936 songs, both songs I admire quite a bit (I think we're losing one of our best mass choreographed numbers in some time with "I've Got a Feelin' You're Foolin'"). The comedic "Wave-a-Stick Blues" also departs us here, too. The Sherman Brothers' first appearance since the MOABOS VII (2019) Final ends in elimination; 3rd place that year for "Are We Dancing?" from The Happiest Millionaire (1967; the last live-action movie Walt Disney oversaw) remains their high water mark.

And spare a thought for yet another "troll song" – in "Farewell Amanda" – not quite finding the mark. But as I said in my rankings and comments, Adam's Rib (1949) is not the sort of movie that gets nominated for or does well with the Movie Odyssey Award for Best Original Song. It does better in other categories, as you will see during the Movie Odyssey Awards in a few weeks' time. 

* * *

Since the prelim began, four songs I have yet to identify have been awaiting their qualified opposition. 

Thank you all for being part of this preliminary round. I hope excitement abounds for the final round that will be revealed very shortly, and that you're all enjoying the cinematic and musical adventure and discoveries we are all making!

Exit music: taking us out of this results post is a song that competed in MOABOS II (2014), ten years ago, and finished in 5th place (there was no preliminary round then). Here is the title song from In the Heat of the Night (1967), performed by Ray Charles, with music by the late Quincy Jones and lyrics by Alan and Marilyn Bergman. Quincy Jones, who died this last November, was the composer of last year's winner, "Miss Celie's Blues (Sister)" from 1985's The Color Purple.

With my thanks.

A note on Wicked: Part I (2024): Yes, I've already fielded questions about it, but I'm going to put this here to reiterate. The Movie Odyssey Award for Best Original Song honors songs that were composed specifically for the movie in which they appeared in. Certain concert films in which the song was composed for an official documentary covering that concert are a notable gray area, but have long been deemed eligible. Wicked has been top of the mind for many of us lately. But all of the songs found in Wicked: Part I are ineligible for MOABOS because they were originally composed for the stage musical on which the movie adapts. Next year's conclusion to Wicked will reportedly have an original song. If so, that one song will be eligible for MOABOS.

[worshipper-status]

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A Worshipper's Challenge ...❤

A thirty day yandere challenge!

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For those of us on the obsessive side <3

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These challenges are meant to be individualized to each person who sees it. Take liberties to adjust for your style of worship. The goal of this is to post what you create/do every single day to enhance your worship to your beloved god figure. (Long post below!)

I will be writing most of this tailored to myself (so someone who is in a relationship with their beloved, has a shrine, disposable income, easy access to art supplies, and is creatively inclined), so I apologize in advance if this challenge is harder for some than others. Shrine days are intended to be more spiritual, so I understand if those don’t vibe with certain people.

Other than that I hope you enjoy!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

You will need a journal, paper, access to the internet, and some writing materials at the bare minimum. I tried to keep this as cheap as possible to be expanded on for as expensive as you want to be.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Day One: Let’s start simple. Decorate the journal you’re using! Decorate it in honor of your beloved or however you want it to look! You’ll be tied to this thing so make it fun!

Day Two: Our first shrine day! Give them an offering. Take something small and place it in a box overnight on/in/near your shrine (if you have one, a windowsill also works) as an offering. This can be a piece of jewelry, a drawing, a poem, food, etc. Tell us about the offering! You can remove the offering in the morning if you need to. Also if your darling knows about your yandere side, you can give the offering directly to them instead.

Day Three: Write them something of meaning. A letter, a poem, or a song will work, but any writing with emotion is a viable option.

Day Four: Make a mood board themed around your perfect date or your first date with your beloved.

Day Five: Road Trip! Plan a road trip with your beloved as if it was a real trip. Pick a route, pick a playlist, a hotel, activities, all that jazz! Even if it’s not a real trip you could do any time soon, pretend it is, and just have fun with it. Tell us about the trip you planned! Extra credit: Make a digital/physical collage themed around the trip and post it!

Day Six: Make a wedding day playlist and share it. It doesn’t have to be massive but try to think of five songs to put in the playlist that reflect you and your beloved’s relationship.

Day Seven: Shrine Day! Protection spell time! Write “[Beloved’s Title Here] is safe” in black ink on a small piece of paper. Draw a circle around the words. Hold it to your chest and image a bubble forming around your beloved protecting them from harm. When you’re ready end the spell with “so mote it be” or any other spell ending phrase you prefer. Do the spell with your beloved if you can and if they are comfortable with it.

Day Eight: Make a mood board just about your beloved and all their favorite things.

Day Nine: Go online window shopping! Make them a secret wish list of gifts you may want to one day buy them.

Day Ten: Write a list of 10 things you love about your beloved.

Day Eleven: Create a bouquet to give them. Research flower meanings, and consider personal preferences! List off what all you would put in there and write it down. You don’t need to buy an actual bouquet of flowers but bonus points if you do!

Day Twelve: Make a mood board themed after your perfect wedding day to your beloved.

Day Thirteen: Make a playlist of songs for your wedding day. Think of a walking down the aisle song, a first dance, fun party songs, etc.

Day Fourteen: Make your beloved a card! It can be about anything or for any occasion. Just put some personal effort into it!

Day Fifteen: Shrine day! Write a list of items/flowers/herbs/oils you correspond with your beloved. Do they remind you of something bright and beautiful like a sunflower? Or something more misunderstood and quiet like an ivy plant? (If you have a green thumb, you can plant them a small potted shrine plant of whatever you correspond with them. If you don’t have a green thumb, fake plants or artwork will do just fine.) Try to write a list of at least 10 correspondences.

Day Sixteen: Do research about something your beloved really cares about! Act like you’re writing a mini report about something they like or are involved with!

Day Seventeen: Compile a small recipe book of things you know your beloved would love to eat with you! Alternate option: instead of recipes, make a list of restaurants in your area you’d like to try.

Day Eighteen: Piggy backing off of yesterday, plan a date night around a restaurant of choice! Research the restaurant, plan what you’ll get, plan what you’ll wear, and write it all down for future reference.

Day Nineteen: Make a checklist of media you want to show them at some point. This can be songs, movies, books, tv shows, anything really.

Day Twenty: Take the list from day ten, and write ten more things you love about your beloved. Continue holding on to the list. (If you misplaced it, that’s okay just start a new one).

Day Twenty One: Make matching profile pictures! This can be anything: edited photos, a picrew, art you made! Just personalize it!

Day Twenty Two: Shrine Day! Do something today in honor or them. Maybe that’s getting your to do list done, painting something with them as the inspiration, or picking them flowers. Just consciously do it because you’re doing it for your beloved.

Day Twenty Three: Write a list of questions you’ve always wanted to ask them. Whether or not you give them this list is up to you ^w^

Day Twenty Four: Make a bucket list for you and your beloved. Where have you always wanted to go? What have you always wanted to do? Write it down here!

Day Twenty Five: Plan a perfect day with your beloved! Sky’s the limit, babes! Just have fun! What would be the perfect day with your beloved? Would you go out or stay in? Watch movies, or play mini golf, or maybe something else? Whatever fits your definition of perfect! Make sure to write down your research.

Day Twenty Six: Research a hobby they have that you guys don’t share. Learn everything you can about it so you can enjoy it with them. If it matters to them, it matters to you!

Day Twenty Seven: Make a folded zine out of a sheet of paper. Make the small zine about you and your beloved’s relationship.

Day Twenty Eight: Make a list of stones you associate with your beloved. Are they rose quartz or obsidian? An emerald or a moonstone? Write down the stones you’ve associated with them, and for extra credit, go on the hunt for something nice with that stone that you can save to a wishlist for them later.

Day Twenty Nine: Almost there! Choose an idol for your shrine! This can look like anything, but some ideas are making them a picrew to represent how they look to you in their godliness, sewing a small doll in the shape of them, painting a picture of them, or just using a simple photo or item. This can be digital or physical, whatever form your shrine takes.

Day Thirty: You made it! Write ten more things you love about your beloved, and revel in everything you’ve done for your beloved this month!

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Tag me in your posts! I retain credit for this challenge and would like to be credited for it in your posts! Thanks ^w^

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[greenpanda-basicfakewitch]

Book Of Shadows Index

I see a ton of Witchtoks/people who only give a basic summary of what to research along with a ton of books and I'm more of a bullet point girl. So... Here we go.

A book of shadows was coined by Alaisar Crowley, alongside garnder who was the founder of Wica, then changed to Wicca later on [I will go in depth in history with links/sources and more detail on another post]

So here's the index for a book of shadows, full of all things you the individual want to learn include in your practice and like Pirates of the Caribean, take it more as guidlines and you're free to decide what you like/don't like.

So Include a Book Of shadows Blessing in the begging of your book [or digital document] And a BOS is like a diary, only you can see it or your coven.

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Beginner Studies; Introduction to Witchcraft. I.e: What is Paganism, Wicca, Witchcraft? What is the difference? Wicca History: Origins in your country of origin. Salem, etc. Covens and Hierchies and Solitary witches. Basic rundown, you have your first, second, third degree. Like an employee, a suvervisor and a manager. Managers are in charge of their own store, like a third degree can create their own coven.

Lore: Tree of life, Triple goddess, Horned God, Morgan le fey and other mythical lore and research depending on which one your aligned with. Like Norse, Greek, Celtic, Viking, Roman, or any other types. Wiccan Rede, rules of Wicca power of three times three. Etc.

Symbols: Look up certain symbols, or sigils, runes, thats commonly used in Wicca/Paganism or your preffered craft. Cast a circle: Most begin a spell and cast a protection circle before you begin your spell. Pentacle [Star with circle] Pentragram [No circle] *Include the Spirit, fire, earth, water, air. Evil eye. [usually used as protection AGAINST the evil eye]

Witch Tools: Witch tools you use, or place on your altar. Like an Athame, cualdron, wand, etc Tools of Divination: Pendulum, spirit board, tarot, angel cards, scrying mirror, playing cards, etc Additional tools: Candles. Crystals. Elements Herbs Chakras/Meditation Lucid Dreaming Astral projection Milk baths

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Year Calender/Sabbets Month Calender Day Calender: Like Moday is MOON. Sunday is SUN, Saturday is Saturn etc. Deities Celtic/ Roman/Norse Other gods to research. etc Astrology.

Star Sign, Moon sign, Sun Sign, other planetary signs. Planet Retrograde, Mercury retrograde, mars, venus etc Moon Phases. Like hunters moon, pink moon etc.

Animals as omens [Careful with this one, as it links to other occult/cultures/religions and best not to appropriate and lead to indiginous tribes or others. But not all animals as omens is a sign, usually it links to the Fea as animals are fea and fea are animals and other religions like kitsune, tanaki, are shapeshifters or known as spirits in other cultures]

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Spells Moon Water Witch bag/bottle Broomsticks Seashell collecting [A practice looked down on now for enviormental effects, but I have bottles/jars of shells I've collected when I was six so I've kept them and included them as I have some] Witch Outfits [this is just my personal interest, it ties in with the history a little] Symbolism of the Hat [Like a Candle] Witch Nudity Haute Couture Bohemian/Grunge goth fashion Media/Pop culture:

Books or movies that have had witch consultants or other ties to witchcraft/wicca etc. Such as practical magic, the Craft and maybe even Neil Gaimans works such as the ocean at the end of the lane. Coraline that had mentions of a dowsing rod, and rock with a hole in the center to find lost things. Music:

Listening to music can also set da mood, so I will compile playlists and songs that made me feel witchy. Anything else to include feel free to ask or reblog :D

*ALSO IMPORTANT! CLOSED/OPEN Practice! Wicca as it is is open, you can buy a wicca book/watch withtok who have you whatever whatever! But a closed practice? Thats a religion or something you CANNOT access too UNLESS you are invited in, or iniated into that group! Indeginous tribes/jewish traditions/hoodoo/voodoo/ etc. A closed practice is a closed door. You cant access that by yourself. Which is why White sage cant be used, theres many alternatives and other incenses/sages to burn. Not the one thats sacred/endangered and used speicifially in indeginous tribes. They've already had enough taken away from them what do witches need white sage for in this current enviromental crisis? so yeah...

Additional last note: I will also include passages alongside the books I have by cunningham and others with the book as well as the passage and page/chapter and try to include web links in any future post I make.

Bear in my mind and I will TRY to be as accurate as I can, but I will make mistakes and end up posting some things thats misinformed even when I post links. But I will try my best to fix any mistakes if I can.

Blessed be.

[wisteryahs]

india amarteifio. demiwoman . she/they. ― is that AUGUSTA DANBURY i saw during this years first ball of the season? the TWENTY year old is preparing finding a suiter but is enticed by the social season. They are known to be ARDENT, but also CANTANKEROUS, but focus on the positives when finding their chosen one.

just a friendly reminder that augusta uses she/they pronouns. if you need any help, please don't hesitate to reach out.

PLAYLIST.   /  PINTEREST. /  CONNECTIONS

i. basics.

full  name:    augusta danbury

also  called:   auggie, gusta, gus (only by close friends)

titles:   lady danbury's grandchild, liege augusta danbury

age:    twenty

gender:    demi woman, she/they

orientation:    biromantic, pansexual

birthplace:   london, england

status:    unbetrothed & unwed.

ii.  personality.

positive:    ardent, well-meaning.  resourceful.

negative:  cantankerous, impulsive.  rebellious.  selfish.

character parallels: katniss everdeen (the hunger games), rosalie hale (twilight), kate & edwina sharma (bridgerton series), hilda spellman (sabrina the teenage witch), king george (queen charlotte: a bridgerton story), and molly weasley (harry potter)

iii.  appearance.

faceclaim: india amarteifio

height:   five feet,  six  inch.

hair:    black.

eye  color:    dark  brown.

iv.  family  ties.

father:  earl dominic danbury (lady danbury's heir)

mother:   former countess harriet danbury nee byrd (npc, deceased)

sibling(s): utp danbury, utp danbury, & utp danbury ( 3 older siblings)

grandmother: lady agatha danbury

grandfather lord herman danbury (deceased)

cousins: children of lady danbury's children

aunt(s): melissa danbury, anne danbury

uncle(s): cedric danbury

v.  history.

ACT I: A ROCKY BEGINNING

born as the youngest to dominic danbury and his late wife harriet danbury, augusta was named after the late queen consort augusta. during childbirth and a extrmely harsh labor, augusta's mother lost her life due to an infection from childbirth, that left her bedridden. in a matter of days, the countess harriet danbury was dead due to a fatal infection. thus, this meant that augusta was the last of her mother's children and grew up with the love of her mother. however, her grandmother helped her son raise her grandchild to become a proper member of society.

ACT II: GROWING WITH WINGS

for what seems like a century, augusta was taught the basic of what it meant to be a "proper woman" — although she felt anything but. their governess taught her how to write, read, embroider cushions, play the piano forte (decently), and a bit of history. yet, what augusta felt most passionate about weren't any of this. instead loving the thought reading a science book and learning about the stars. a taboo subject — by far, that her father scolded her about on multiple occasions. sometimes augusta would find herself sneaking away on horseback late at night to get a glimpse of the stars in the sky. in their eyes, stars were a place that she could take her away from all her pain and suffering. a place instead of not being seen as just a maternal match for someone; a place they could be herself.

ACT III: A BLOSSOMING FLOWER

once augusta hit the age of womanhood, there was no going back for them. instead, she is preparing herself for her first season in hopes of finding herself a partner. the hopes of finding the youngest a danbury a match is all thanks to their status and names upheld. (however, augusta wishes nothing more to not mind a match but will bite her tongue for the sake of her family). only time will tell.

vi.  wanted connections

friends

potential suitors

family friends

frenemies

[on-going]

From YahuShua HaMashiach, Our Lord and Savior ✉️

THE HARVEST IS SEPARATED, ALL BUNDLES SET IN THEIR PLACES - "The Bride is chosen..."

"Thus says The Lord: By My prophets have I made My plans known. Yet that which I am about to do is done already, and shall be. And that which I have spoken from the beginning, even to this day, is true. For the will of God can not be broken, even as The Scriptures. And if My every word is Scripture, then how shall even one word fail? Yet My people fall away, and My little flock grows smaller still. For they seek to loosen these bonds in an attempt to flee this bundle. For the Way of The Lord is not known among them, and My words have ceased from being a blessing. And so they flee back into the world in an attempt to escape, as in all times past, for they have no root. Yet I tell you the truth, none shall escape their bundle. For all bundles lie in the field already, each one tied securely and set in its place. Therefore as one attempts to flee this bundle, the truth of the matter is made plain. For they have not departed at all, but remain in the bundle in which I had placed them at the first. I AM THE LORD.

Beloved ones, I search the hearts and minds, even the innermost thoughts I know; even from the foundation of the world did I know each one of you, setting you in your place from the beginning. Yet some will say, “What of free will and our right to choose?” To these I say: You have chosen, and the will of your heart has spoken, and thus were you bundled and prepared. For I know My own.

Thus the Bride is chosen; My blood runs through her veins,  My image is shown upon her face...

Behold, the light of My coming is reflected  In her eyes, for I have captured her gaze, And she will by no means look away  Or seek after another...

Therefore some are plucked from  The world already, and shall also be taken; They shall surely be gone from this place!...

Says The Lord."

▶️ Volume Six Video-Playlist

*ALSO SEE - Related Topics - AnswersOnlyGodCanGive.com: - Amos 3:7 - The True Bride - Regarding the Gathering Up ("Rapture")

[tacticalhimbo]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS

I don't have much to reblog so I dug through my archives and now I'm making a post dedicated to the courier ever(tm)

IMANI NOELLE DAVIS — SHE/HER

Imani is one of my longer-term OCs and she has received so much development over my numerous New Vegas playthroughs. She's one of my biggest muses in terms of creation, and I want to highlight her on this FNV Birthday because... why the fuck not? JFAKLDJLSJF

I have numerous FNV OCs, but Imani is just my special babe. I love her so much, so I wanted to make a comprehensive little post of stuff I've done for her, and with the FNV universe in general through her story.

Below the cut you can find a playlist, a multi-chapter DLC fic, some ship information, and much... much more.

BASIC INFO.

Imani is a 28-year-old cis female who was born in Primm, Nevada. She's African American (Kenyan American, specifically), and her voice claim (VC) is Aisha Hinds as Henrietta Wilson from 9-1-1. Imani was born on Feb 22nd, 2253, as the twin brother of Ian Davis and to her loving parents Marianne Holder and Gregory Davis.

She is a single, polyamorous heterosexual.

She struggles with body dysmorphia, as well as (after the encounter with Benny) posttraumatic amnesia & miscellaneous muscle coordination issues (primarily with her ability to grip things steadily).

Her S.P.E.C.I.A.L is:

9

5

6

5

5

5

5

PLAYLIST.

CANON TIMELINE OF EVENTS.

MAIN STORY

Aided the smaller towns (Novac, Primm, Goodsprings) in their endeavors. Killed Benny and sided with Yes Man, though worked alongside the NCR for additional support (primarily helping with places like Bitter Springs, Camp Golf, and Forlorn Hope).

Gained the alliance of the Boomers, Followers of the Apocalypse, and Brotherhood of Steel, and stopped the Great Khans from allying with Caesar.

Formally joined the Kings while helping Freeside.

Exposed the White Gloves for their cannibalism, helping Ted Gunderson and his son. Exposed the corruption of the Gomorrah staff, helping Cachino (and helping a prostitute escape to live a happier life with her boyfriend).

Had Veronica, Boone, Arcade, ED-E, and Rex as companions at different times throughout the main story (e.g., Arcade while helping Freeside).

Has learned most of her skills from companions (Boone helped her focus her shooting after Honest Hearts, Arcade taught her medicine, etc.) 

HONEST HEARTS

Followed the caravan’s radio signal to earn extra caps after cutting ties with House (received standard payment for the delivery of the Platinum Chip).

Imani was the sole survivor of the White Leg assault. It was here that she first fired a gun, and she learned how to shoot throughout the DLC’s plot.

Sided with Joshua in his argument with Daniel.

Aided the tribes in their personal affairs (told Waking Cloud of her husband’s fate, escorted the Bighorner calf, told Follows-Chalk to listen to Joshua, underwent the Right of Passage alongside Waking Cloud and the Shaman)

Talked Joshua Down; Spared Salt Upon-Wounds. 

DEAD MONEY

Found the bunker while aiding the NCR with Camp Forlorn Hope, brought Veronica to the bunker, and discovered Elijah’s room. The two got separated by the toughened doors and Imani was put under, beginning the DLC.

Convinced God to open the cell door and accompany her, opposed to the idea of taking advantage of his split personalities and getting Dog to open the door.

Killed Dean Domino out of self-defense, though tried to reason with him. Merged Dog/God’s personalities, and had Christine’s aid through the final stretch of the heist.

Killed Elijah in the Vault after an intense fight and nearly being killed by him; Barely escaped the exploding vault with her life. 

OLD WORLD BLUES

Sought out the three technologies that the Think Tank asked her to, disregarding many of the facilities due to her recovering from the forced surgeries and due to a lack of certainty in her safety.

Spoke to Mobius after destroying his robo-scorpion, rather than jumping to attack him, as he had not tried to harm her.

Confronted Klein about her organs and about Mobius, after having a lengthy discussion about the Think Tank and the reasons for the lobotomy experiments (she refused to be some sort of lab rat for the Think Tank, and refused to allow them to torment the Mojave)

Backed by Dala, Zero, Borous (Sort of; Due to aiding them with their personal quirks).

Killed the Think Tank Scientists after they grew hostile with her.

Watched over the Think Tank for a while (recovering from procedures) before returning to the Mojave. Returns with fresh and permanent surgical scarring.

“Cardiac Arrest” // Has Biological Heart

“Reinforced Spine” // Has Biological Spine

“Big Brained” // Has Biological Brain 

LONESOME ROAD

First Conversation with Ulysses: Discussed Ulysses’ distaste for NCR, and noticed how bodies in silo were NCR special forces. Affirmed how they’d never spoken before, and how if he’d wanted her dead, he would have waited. Proceeded to ask about their history and got no true response.

Second Conversation with Ulysses: Noted that Legion and NCR were together in the Divide (“ Pain makes for strange allies. ”), and noted that this was a perfect NCR supply route to Hoover Dam. “ There is no other supply line beyond the Long 15 ”. Noticed Ulysses’ distrust or disgust for ED-E, and again asked why Ulysses swore not to kill her. When told that it was because they’d had a history here, and how significant the journey was, she told him “ I haven’t been here before, not from this road. ”

When the Ashton warhead detonated, Imani felt an incredible fear for the destruction caused; Began to understand Ulysses’ perspective on history when imagining the destruction of the Great War.

Third Conversation with Ulysses: Did not remember what happened to The Divide, was uncertain and fearful about the possibility that she’d aided in the destruction of an area in such a violent way (“ It’s possible, but… ”). When called out for the missile launched within the Divide, she stated that she “ … had no idea the silo was active until the missile was in the air. ”, and urged Ulysses to make his point by asking, “ I’m here, now what? ”.

Fourth Conversation with Ulysses: Grew furious when Ulysses stated he’d used her to carry ED-E to his Temple, and coincidentally intrigued him by revealing that she’d named the eyebot.

Confrontation at the Temple: Found/Rescued ED-E from the lab. Confronted Ulysses with heavy emotion; “ What happened at the Divide, what I did, was an accident. What you’re doing - it’s madness. If you blame me for the Divide, then let me answer for it, not others. This is between you and me. ”. Used her reputation with the NCR to convince Ulysses things could change. “ One can build a community, make it stronger. You saw it at the Divide, even blamed me for it. I believe that one person can make… or break… a nation. You already know this. ” Ultimately talked Ulysses down from nuking the Mojave, and fought off the intruders alongside Ulysses; They sacrificed ED-E to save the Mojave.

Imani was injured by shrapnel in the escape from Ulysses’ Temple, allowing herself to linger among the canyon wreckage. It is here that Imani learned Ulysses’ history. Upon leaving, she was gifted a final message. 

FINALE

Imani took her time preparing for the battle, working alongside her companions to strengthen the Mojave.

Her and Boone cleared out Cottonwood Cove, freed the captive family, and moved through the Fort to assassinate Caesar. 

Her and Veronica opened the Brotherhood’s eyes to the dangers of an authoritarian level of isolationism and convinced them to lift the lock down and allow the Brotherhood to expand.

Imani gave her all at the Second Battle for Hoover Dam, tearing through the Legion’s forces to defend the Mojave. She wore Ulysses’ duster to the battle and took Ulysses’ advice to remind Lanius that he will fail like Graham. Imani convinced Lanius to fight her one-on-one to prove his worth. He was killed by the courier. 

AND SPEAKING OF LONESOME ROAD...

I've written a multi-chapter fic based on the plot of the DLC, titled The Prodigal Courier.

While it was initially published to AO3, I do not support the website due to its various issues surrounding a lack of content moderation, the staff's anti-Palestinian/pro-Genocide stances, and their shady financial processes.

You can, however, read the full fic on my NeoCities!

This fic is a multi-chapter work that I initially began writing in 2017/2018, and will eventually (hopefully) become part of a series exploring the canonical story of Imani. I plan for each DLC to get its own fic, in addition to a fic explaining the beginning of the game and the end… and perhaps even a post-canon worldbuilding sort of thing.

SHIPPING.

Mentioned very briefly in that fic, though, is the idea of Imani x Ulysses. I love the idea of Six x Ulysses, as the parallels between them are just too good to ignore...

Plus, my partner (Vendetta) writes an incredible Ulysses that I've absolutely absorbed into the canon.

But anyway, their tag is OTP: HOME ON THE WASTES , and while there isn't a lot of content in there at the moment, I definitely plan to sit down and write smaller ficlets around them too <3